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[immunolologist]

Who: Cameron, Younger Buffy, Older Buffy, Evil Spike, Angel, John, Good Spike
What: The shit hits the fan
Where: Starting at YB's room

Cameron crossed her arms as she angrily stalked through the hallways, looking for that asshole Spike. He had just left their apartment, after a fight; Cameron had lost. Of course. But he was going to hurt Buffy,

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[silver_claddagh]

"Allison?"

Buffy's voice caught somewhere in the middle of being pleased and surprised. There was no accusation in her tone, even though there might have needed to be. She hadn't talked to Cameron since...well, since something she would rather forget, but now..

"..what are you doing? What's going on, why are you..?"

..outside the younger Buffy's room?

[immunolologist]

Cameron cringed, backing away subconsciously.

She definitely looked like she'd seen better days, after losing her fight with Spike.

"Spike's after her. You. Younger Buffy." She wouldn't meet Buffy's eyes.

[large_in_charge]

Angel ran up, hearing voices.

Buffy had told him not to follow, but he wouldn't hear of it. He knew there was no place.

As he rushed up, his heart sank.

"What's she doing here?"

But he was immediately distracted from further whining by the noise of several more voices approaching.

John wondered how he'd ended up becoming the pack animal for their mass of shopping bags. He was loaded up to capacity. "You do realize I can barely see where I'm going, love, don't you? I break my neck carrying these, it's all on you."

Angel growled, recognizing the voice. "Ladies, I think we have ourselves a problem here. A problem that needs to be dealt with immediatly."

[seriouswiggins]

"Don't worry, I've heard that when you die, you just wake up here again. So, it'll be all good."

She twirled her lollipop stick in her fingers and stuck it back in her mouth again. Well, at least he was useful for something. And not trying to force her 'destiny' on her or anything. Always a plus.

Spike, on the other hand, was running down the hall. Despite the lack of need of oxygen, he was panting when he ran up behind John and Buffy. "You right bastard!" He pushed John against the wall, bags and boxes spilling everywhere.

"Hey!" Buffy tried to wedge herself in between them. "Those are my shoes you're messing with!"