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Scotland. They were fleeing to Scotland for their lives.

And Andrew was dreaming of hot pockets. Or rather, he was dreaming of a lack of hot pockets. Specifically, the empty box with a sticker attached, stating that this box should not be empty because the remaining hot pocket was Andrew's and Andrew's alone. He had gone out and bought ( Read more... )

This transmission is really rather short. It shows Fred, still in her pajamas in the afternoon. She's frowning at the camera- well, at the tablet really, and appears to be concentrating hard enough that she hasn't notice the record function has kicked in.

Her eyes widen, and she lets out a small disbelieving grunt. "I've been gone how long

[Spike had thought having Buffy back would make everything good again. But no, that would be too nice. He should have known better. Now Spike's pretty sure both Summers women are mad at him, though he should check back with Dawn, maybe she's feeling more charitable now that Buffy's back ( Read more... )

This was supposed to have been a victory. Buffy blinked against the brightness of the room; she already missed the comforting sunlight of Sunnydale, California. Or what used to be Sunnydale. She continuously had to compensate with the knowledge that the town she had spent years protecting was gone. Crater'd. Ka-freakin'-blooey. And yet it seemed to ( Read more... )

Lorne is on the stage of Caritas. A low-key guitar riff plays in the background. He sings, slow and melancholy.

( Cut for lyrics of )

Spike can't really face going to Caritas right now. It's a good bar, and Lorne is a good friend, but right now he doesn't want to be with friends. Even more than that, he doesn't want to be somewhere Buffy usually is. At Caritas, he'd look up for her, hope to see her, expect her to be around. He can't handle that right now ( Read more... )

( and i said goodbye to you | cut to save your flists )

It had been an hour since DG had woken up in Buffy's body and it still felt strange. She knew that her own body hadn't been perfect, but it had been hers. She missed her battered leather jacket. She missed her unruly hair. She definitely missed her magic. This was just another ridiculous hamster game and she couldn't wait for it to be over ( Read more... )

With a sigh, Kaylee turns on her--Spencer's--tablet, and does her best to offer a smile up to the citizens of Taxon. While Spencer's body is looking plenty tense (at least she's made it back to the ranch, that's gotta be a plus), his clothing has probably never looked so relaxed. T-shirt, jeans, no vests or collars or ties ( Read more... )

Wesley slowly awakes with the faintly disconcerting taste of cigarette ash in his mouth, but he doesn't rouse immediately because there's a lovely warm naked body pressed next to his and he's presuming that he's coming out of a particularly nice dream. He snuggles closer for a moment, indulging himself until he realises that the woman he's holding ( Read more... )