TITLE: The Eight Day
AUTHOR: Rainie
EMAIL: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER: Joss, not I.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first
CATEGORY: B/S/other
RATING: PG
PART: 6/8
6. Day
Scene 6.1
After the school.
Giles, Willow and Xander are in the library.
Xander (sullen):
This stupid stakes sharpening must be due to one of your geeky ancestors.
Willow (completing):
Watcher Bantu!
Giles (with a transient smile):
Well, according to Watcher Bartu the sharpening of the slayer's stakes...
Willow (in childlike enthusiasm):
Then you've been successful in decoding these incomprehensible footnotes?
Giles (with a wry face):
Well yes, eh - no...
Xander (hollowly to himself):
That's so great, it probably turns out Watcher B to suffer from insomnia and this stake sharpening to be the equivalent to the present sheep counting... Aua!!!
(Willow lightly pushes the stake she is sharpening to his side)
Willow (innocently):
Okay like that?
(Xander growling an indistinct curse)
Giles (in a harmless voice):
If you would so nice, Willow, helping me with this statements... (with an unmistakably leer on Xander) I am sure, Xander will manage to remaining stakes...
(he tips a further load of stakes in front of a perplex Xander)
Giles (unmoved):
...by himself. We should continue...
(they bury into a stack of papers while Xander listlessly goes on with his wood-carving pursues)
Scene 6.2
About the same time.
Spike and the brown-haired girl are leaning shoulder to shoulder against the bars of their cell - Spike with a sceptical expression - the girl totally motionless. Spike is holding her hand. From time to time he rises it to his mouth, to lick the blood of her forearm. Both are very pale.
Spike:
Fool! (he shoots her an evil glance) What the bloody hell...?
Girls:
You must live (her head heavily drops against the bars).
Spike:
That you have cared for. (he arrogantly lifts her arm at his lips - when she exhaustedly closes her eyes a most contemplative expression appears on his face)
Scene 6.3
Late evening.
Angel's Apartment. The voices of Willow and Xander can be heard fading away.
Xander:
Sharpening stakes, door to door service - why does it always has to be me to...
Willow:
Look at it as your contribution to saving the world...
(the door closes behind them - Buffy and Angel exchange a meaningful look)
Angel:
Stake sharpening? (he smiles) Sounds as though Giles came across...
Buffy:
...the diaries of Watchers Bantu? - Indeed!
Angel (suddenly very seriously):
Stakes alone won't help us in this case.
Buffy:
I'm clear about that. (she laughs nervously) However, rather stakes but nothing at all.
Angel (firm):
I will come with you.
Buffy (not less firm):
Causing me to permanently worrying about you? No, thank you.
Angel (smiling):
Do I have to point out, I am old enough to...
Buffy (cuts him off):
...as well as you've already faced the Messenger, I know. Perhaps that's just what making me worry.
Angel (firmly):
I will accompany you.
(Buffy nods, as she realizes how serious he is about this- she walks to one of the dimmed window and leans her head against the cool glass - Angel approaches her, however, doesn't touch her)
Buffy:
This time it's different. (she turns around) I feel me so... (she looks for an adequate expression)
Angel:
I know. (their eyes meet) I'd so much like to tell you we're gonna be fine (he gives her a sad smile) but I'd be lying.
Buffy (answers his smile):
I know. (she allows her to lean her head against his shoulder)
Angel:
We should go on. (he points towards the stack of old notes)
Buffy:
One more second. (she/ takes a deep breath, before gently pulling away from him)
(she restlessly paces back and forth the room)
Buffy:
Where are we supposed to begin? What to look for? The documents doesn't emerge, where...
Angel (laconically):
I think, we should start with the old factory (he grimaces) there has never come any good from that place!