"The Buffy Effect..." VII...
PG-13
Disclaimer: No, Joss, no...I make no claims, put that thing down!
It's all yours and ME's.
Spoilers for Angel to this week...Flee at once!...
Summary: Similar to my Immortal Beloved series of sketches, and my
Semi-Parallel Lives bits mostly just short brainstorming ideas for
other tales...As with both of those, some bits may be multipart,
others just a few lines...
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Part G...
Will..." Third Buffy gasped to Spike...A weary strain coming over her
face... "I can't hold her back for long..."
"Here...Hurry..." she dropped the keys into his hand, a hand too
trembling and feeble to catch them...They fell with a jangling
clatter..."No time...Hurry..." she stood by the door now...
He bent with effort and grabbed...Managing to barely snatch up the
keys, straightening with weary, agonized groan...
Warren awaiting the outcome, rather wishing the keys and himself
outside in the hall and the door between him and them securely shut...
Either she dusts him in the next few with a leer and takes a bow for a
great performance...Or...Maybe she'll be looking for a little pick-me-
up for hubby the vampire...
"I can't...I can barely move, girl..." Spike told her as she slowly
moved to try and help him with the keys as he tried to raise one
shackled hand to the bars, the other fumbling to insert key in
lock ...Her own motions still held back as if she were in water or
fighting wind...
"Back, Will..." she made a faint hand motion to warn him off...He
stepped back...
She suddenly wrenched the door open with one hand, lock
shattering...And staggered to Spike who clung with one hand to bars of
the cell, the other still vainly trying to force key into lock...
Warren cautiously assessing the sit...Ok...Looks convincing...And I
would put my money on the Slayer...Any of the three...Over the
Wiccan...But could still be fine acting...
Well...Best to hedge...
"If you want me to help..." he called...
Good, non-committal...I could be offering my services to either one...
"...Just get me outta these..." he shook his wrists their way...
Hmmn...No takers?...
"Bite me..." she whispered to Spike... "It'll strengthen you...It may
help break Willow's hold...Will?..."
"Come on, Will..." she urged...He feebly leaning on her
now...Can't...He told her...
A wry if feeble grin...
You ever think I would be turning down such an offer...
"Stop...This..." she growled, suddenly pulling away from him...
"Damn...You...He's not even...Yours...Warren!..."
Mears stared...Ummn?...
"Love to help, if you could..." he offered his wrists again...
"Don't, Warren!!..." she cried... "Go, get
Buffy!...Now...Will?...Please..." she pleaded, turning back to
him...Pulling him to her...
Ok...Mears pondered...I could always claim I thought Rosenberg wanted
the other one to try on...Or for a hostage...
Ummn...Nah, she never buy it...
On the other hand, two Summers Slayers, one Rosenberg...?
"Don't think I can manage the doors just now, ma'am..." he called...
"I won't make another Anne..." Spike gasped...Pushing back from her...
"Anne?..." she whispered... "Will, just...Anne, you stupid bitch!..."
she suddenly howled, face darkening with rage... "You'll let him..."
she faded... "Hurry..." she pleaded...Offering a wrist to him... "Just
what you need, it won't...Turn me..."
He paused, holding her hand, wrist turned up to his face...And bent
down...
Hmmn...If she did him right now, it would be pretty cool
revenge...Warren mused, watching...
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"There..." Anne pointed down from the hillside to a rock face about a
thousand feet below them on the adjoining hill... "That's Willow's
base, ever since she returned to California... "
"Yeah..." she grinned at Previous' look... "To bump off the vicious
menace to Humanity her best friend had become...Say, I don't look
stupid in this thing, do I?..." she flailed arms in her slightly
large but exquisitely stylish raincoat...Previous staring...
"Fine...Lets, then...There's an opening in there somewhere..."
Well?...she glanced down toward the apparently unbroken rock face...
"After you..." Previous, coolly...Waving...
"Nice to know one of you has brains, sis..." Anne grinned... "If
Willow or her booby traps nail me, tell Spike my last thoughts were of
him..."
She turned and began carefully making her way down...
***
Back in her cell, Buffy continued working at her wrist shackles...No
doubt about it, given the drug's effects were now clearly fading, Wil
had fortified them with magics...
However...If one can't snap magic cuffs...One can try jerking their
anchor bolts out of the wall...She gave another mighty lunge...
Nothing...
Excepting she had cracked the floor's cement a bit with her foot...And
destroyed the heel of her boot...
Wil had taken no chances, obviously...
The door opened...
"Xander?..." she looked up...
"I see you weren't lying..." Spike looked at Third Buffy, beside
him...Warren, still in handcuffs, next to her...Fuming a bit...
"Will...Oh..." Buffy gasped at the sight of the beaten and bruised
figure before her...
"Lord, what could I have done in any existence to deserve this?..." he
smiled wanly...
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