Saving Grace
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Hilary
Rating: PG-13, unless otherwise indicated.
Distribution: Sure. Just e-mail me and let me know.
Summary: The gang works in limited time to find Buffy and Spike and Buffy make a plan…
Author’s Note: Thanks so much to my beta readers Elisabeth and Kitty.
Saving Grace
“What are you doing?” Buffy frowned turning to look at Spike,
as she pulled her shirt over her head.
“There doing something out there, something weird,” Spike mumbled, leaning against the door. “I’m trying to get a better listen.”
“Maybe there chanting for our untimely deaths,” she offered.
Spike turned to look at her. “You think?”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “No biggy, when they let us out, I’ll just stake them.”
“With your imaginary stake?” Spike asked eying her.
“Damn it,” Buffy snapped. “Okay, they have to have candles. Everyone knows ever ritual has candles.”
“So you’re going to set them on fire with a candle? Maybe they’re scented. I don’t think vampires are to partial to those berry smelling ones.”
“Is there a point to this?”
“You need a plan, love.”
“And you’ve got one?”
“Maybe.”
“Spike…”
“I don’t know, I rather like your plan with the candles.”
* * *
“Willow, how goes it?” Riley asked.
“It goes, all right, I’ve got, I’ve got something, I’ve got it narrowed down.”
“Narrowed down to what?”
“Four,” Willow nodded.
“Four, that’s, that’s, well, that’s four.”
“If we run out of time, we can just split up,” Xander offered.
“Cause, strength in numbers, that’s, that doesn’t work,” Riley sighed.
“Riley, please,” Willow begged. “I know you’re worried…”
“Yeah, I am worried, and I think you aren’t, what, have you done this before?” Riley demanded.
“Riley,” Xander sighed getting up from his seat. “We’ve dealt with a lot in these past four years, and I understand your concern, but things work them selves out in the end, they always do.”
* * *
“Okay, so, if they’re planning on killing you, they must have a stake or a sword out there,” Buffy cried clapping her hands together. “Cause they know you’re a vampire.”
“That’s very comforting,” Spike sighed. “Okay, so we…”
“Um, we can, or we should, or, um, we, I, and then you, and then we, come up with a decent plan.”
“Hey, okay, you’ve saved the world a few times, don’t you think you should be better at this planning deal?” Spike asked.
“Spike, you plotted against me for a year, don’t you think you should know the motives of, being evil?” Buffy demanded.
Buffy leaned back against the door next to Spike and turned to face him, she laughed and rolled her eyes.
“So, we know that they have a ritual, that involves two…beings, and they don’t like us, and they want to kill us, and they’ve got one really annoying vampire who needs a good whack, and they’ve got scented candles…possibly.”
“Oh! We wait for them to come in, be passive, and wait for them to start the ritual, and right before they do, I kick them, and we kill them,” Buffy offered.
“That’s a, that’s, well, it was a very nice try,” Spike offered.
“We’re dead,” Buffy groaned. “I don’t wanna die, I wanna get married, and have kids, and buy one of those houses with a white picket fence. But that could never happen anyway…”
“So you basically don’t want to die, but you don’t want to be the slayer?” Spike asked.
“Right,” Buffy nodded.
“I don’t see what so bad about being Buffy. I mean, she’s nice, and she’s beautiful, and she has someone who loves her.”
“Don’t you?”
“I used to wish Dru, but, no, I don’t think so,” Spike says.
“I do,” Buffy smiled. She kissed his cheek. “Maybe, being trapped with you wasn’t so bad after all.”
“Yeah, well, being trapped with a slayer, if you’re a vampire, sucks. Unless you’re the brooding boring kind,” Spike snapped.
Buffy glared at him.
“Yeah, okay. But it’s not like I enjoyed this or anything.”
“Same here. Don’t get off on it,” Buffy added.
“So, when we get out of here…”
“I’ll see you around,” Buffy smiled. “Spike, just incase, I…”
“Buffy, I…” the two turned to face each other.
“Rise and shine kiddies.”
“Bloody hell.”