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The Missing Piece, 6/?, PG-13-R, S/B/A, AU from AtS S5
Title: The Missing Piece
Rating: R to NC-17; PG-13 at the moment
Prompt: #81 - Grovel for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tamingthemuse
Pairing(s): Buffy/Angel, Buffy/Spike, eventually Buffy/Angel/Spike (dominant pairing is S/B, though.) Other minor pairings to be announced as we go.
Chapter: Six of ?
Summary: There's a secret that fate wanted kept secret, and for many years, it was. Until it fell into the right hands of a Slayer who figured it out. As she searches for the missing piece to prove her point, there's a lot of people out there who want her dead because of it. Because this secret is going to change everything.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the ideas in my head.
Previous Parts Here or Here
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sanity_oasis
A/N: Tried to get into Angel and Spike's head this time around; little buggers didn't want me to, though. *pokes at them both*
The door closed, almost silently, but he still heard it. When the footsteps stayed solid and slow, though, Spike turned, sure now that it wasn't Buffy. Angel raised his eyebrow at him but said nothing, merely stepping into the small kitchen. “She try to talk to you yet?” Angel asked him.
Spike shook his head. “Why, she try to talk to you?”
“Not really,” Angel admitted. “Just a smile. It didn't really look like a smile, though.” He frowned as he said it, and Spike knew how he felt.
He wasn't happy that she wasn't happy. It hurt a part of him that had gotten stuffed down inside of him.
The bigger part of him, though, was hurt because they could've been happy. For years, together. She'd pushed him away so many times, told him she hated him, couldn't stand him-
He flinched at the thoughts and closed his eyes. Every word she'd ever said to him had been for his protection, but she hadn't trusted him enough to tell him. He'd poured out his heart, and she couldn't have even given him a little bit to go on. She'd had to step on his heart and rip it from his body.
Angel sighed behind him. “You still torn too?”
Spike merely nodded. “Yeah. Every time I think I'm back on solid ground, and I can go talk to her, all the hurt just comes up.”
“Good. Glad I'm not the only one stuck,” Angel muttered, moving out of the kitchen with two mugs of blood, one of which he handed to Spike. “I want to not be mad at her. I mean, I know why she did it. But...” He growled and took a seat across from Spike. “We've have stood stronger together,” he finished quietly. “I know we would've.”
Spike paused a minute before asking, “You two would've stood stronger together, or all three of us?”
Angel began to answer, then stopped, frowning slightly as he regarded Spike. “I don't know,” he finally said. “Maybe all three of us.” He didn't look sure, though.
Spike sat back and considered. It was the answer he'd been expecting, truthfully. Buffy wouldn't have picked between them, though. She'd made that perfectly clear by hiding this from the both of them.
A knock on the door made them both turn, tensing up. It was only Xander, though, who poked his head in. “We're heading to the old site of the Council tonight,” he said. “We're gonna try to find some files that might help us prove what the Council did to Christine.”
Angel frowned. “Prove?”
“They killed her,” Xander said quietly. “Killed her and her vampire lover, remember? She's not in any of the records; she didn't even exist. They wiped it all out. We're pretty sure they would've kept her records, though, so we're...well, Buffy's going in tonight. We're watching the perimeter, which doesn't leave me filled with joy,” he added with a mutter. “You're both welcome to come.”
Spike shook his head. “Think we'll pass, mate. But thanks.”
Xander gazed at the two of them for a moment, before he gave a small sigh. “Do you want her to grovel and beg for forgiveness at your feet?” he asked. “Because she will. She didn't even want to tell me, but I found out by accident. She told no one else. No one. She had to keep the worry and everything to herself. Just...think about it,” he finished, before closing the door.
He paused right before he closed it, though, and added, “At least think about talking to her before she leaves. We're expecting the Council to show up to try and give us trouble. They're not gonna play nice, either.” Then he closed the door.
Spike got the message. The Council probably had orders to shoot her on sight. The part of him that hurt for her surged forward, overriding his own pain. He glanced over at Angel and found a similar look on his face. “You wanna talk to her first, or should I?” Spike asked.
“Maybe both at the same time?” Angel offered, and Spike considered it.
“Maybe. Both gonna have the same words to say, pretty much. She bloody well screwed us both over.”
God, all those years they could've had together, all the years without the pain of her words and her actions...
“Just not right now,” Angel said, taking a sip from his mug. “I can't right now. We'll catch her before she goes. Then it can be quick, because she'll be out the door.”
Spike nodded. “Right. Sound plan.” He couldn't really face her right now, either. Not with his conflicted feelings. He'd start out slow, and then probably wind up shouting at her, and that wasn't what he wanted to do. At least, he didn't think so. Shouting at her would probably make him feel better, though.
A part of him wanted to hurt her back as much as she'd hurt him, all those years ago and now with her hiding all of it from him. He figured he'd just stay away from her, and whatever hurt that caused her would have to be enough.
He did need to talk to her, though. They both did. They couldn't keep going like this, especially living in such close quarters like they were now.
He leaned forward and took a hefty swig from his mug.
Ten minutes before sunset, Angel headed for the door. “We should probably figure out when they're going to head out,” he said. Spike nodded and followed behind him out into the empty hall.
The place was silent; no noises could be heard anywhere. Spike frowned and started forward, stepping past Angel and heading for the main kitchen. No one in there, either. He moved down the hall to the end where the window to the side was, and glanced down. No cars.
“Bloody hell,” Spike groaned, turning back and almost into Angel. “They left already.”
“We'll see her when she gets back,” Angel said, and Spike nodded. They could talk then; no problem.
Except a tiny part of him kept pulling at him restlessly, whispering that there might not be a Buffy coming back. Not if the Council found her.
The same fear was flickering through Angel's face. “Sure there's a car around her somewhere we could hot-wire,” Spike said.
“I'm driving,” Angel said grimly, heading back to their room.
The sewer was just as pleasant as Buffy had expected it to be. She grimaced as her boots touched something she didn't even want to contemplate, and forced herself to focus on the wall. She shone her flashlight on it, walking slow. “Can you see anything? Little pinpricks of light coming through?” she asked Giles through her cell phone.
“No, nothing,” Giles said with a sigh. “The wall might not be that weak, even after the blast. I might just send Xander down with the hammer to-wait. Stop where you are.”
Buffy stopped immediately. “Can you see it?” she asked, putting her flashlight closer to the wall.
“Yes, I can definitely see something,” Giles said. “Just a tiny little bit of light through what's probably a crack in the wall-”
Buffy heaved her leg up and landed a kick against the wall. It fell straight through into a darkened room. “Now I can see quite a bit of light,” Giles said dryly.
She flashed the light upwards, and blinked when it took much longer to follow it up to the night sky. “Oh wow,” she breathed. “I'm a good two stories down. I didn't remember it being this far down.”
“Last time, you had a ladder,” Giles reminded her. “And it was daylight. Watch your steps; there's bound to be debris down there. New debris now, if you count the wall.”
Buffy ignored him. She was getting better at the ignoring people thing. Ignoring Xander when he told her she might want to try talking to Spike and Angel today. Ignoring the urge to go in there and just tell them straight out that she loved them, and she was sorry, and could they just stop being angry at her for now and love her back again?
Ignoring how she felt and how much her heart twisted inside was a lot harder.
She'd been able to head out a little earlier than they'd planned, though. She hadn't wanted to bump into Angel or Spike again. It made her stomach flip-flop at the thought of them glaring at her as they walked by.
“Buffy?”
“Focused,” she replied into the cell phone. She flashed the light back down to the room around it. It was wide, and parts of it were still covered by ground above. Only a few holes here and there let moonlight in. The rest was covered in darkness.
She could see the remnants of several metal shelves and dust covering them. Closer inspection, however, showed her that the dust was actually the remains of paper. Charred, torn up, eaten by fire paper.
“The vault?” she asked, trying to peer through the gloom.
“If it's where I guessed it to be, you need to continue straight ahead until you reach a wall,” Giles prompted her. “Then move to the far right corner.”
“Far right corner. Right,” she said, stepping around broken pieces of metal jutting up from the ground. If she wasn't careful, she could easily get hurt down here.
“Hey, if I can find the vault, couldn't they have found it already?” she asked, the thought suddenly occurring to her. “I mean, if the wards are gone and everything, and have been since the blast-”
There was a pause before Giles answered. “I don't know,” he said hesitantly. “Maybe they overlooked it...?”
Buffy's heart dropped out of her throat into the pit of her stomach. “Great,” she mumbled. They might already have the file.
Of course, if they already had the file, then they wouldn't be coming after her. She couldn't prove anything with two books.
So the file was down here somewhere. Okay. They didn't have the missing piece to the puzzle yet.
She stepped forward and almost bumped into the wall. “Great job with the observation skills, Summers,” she muttered.
“I'm sorry?”
“Never mind,” Buffy said louder into the phone. “I found the wall; I'm moving up to the right corner now.”
Silently she made her way along the wall. More debris filled her path, and she found herself having to step carefully and surely through it to avoid it. If her flashlight gave on her, she was in so much trouble-
And then she saw a blackened piece of wall jutting out, as if it were a door. A door that was open, just a tiny bit. Her heart began to race, and she stepped around it to the other side, flashing her light ahead of her.
A tiny room lay before her. “Buffy?” Giles asked over the phone. “Are you all right?”
“I found it,” she whispered, then cautiously stepped inside. There were two filing cabinets, and shelves that had withstood the blast. The glass bottles on them, however, hadn't. She shuddered at the thought of what they'd been holding loose on the world. “Hold on, I'm gonna look.” She set her phone down on the top of the filing cabinet nearest her and began to dig through the drawers. Folders filled the drawers from top to bottom, and she began scanning them all.
She made it through them both without finding a single thing on Christine. “Anything?” Giles asked.
Buffy sighed and picked up the phone again. “No. Nothing. She's not down here. Maybe they destroyed her file, like we thought they might've.”
“They could've, but I highly doubt it.”
She tilted her flashlight back and scanned the shelves again. Broken pieces of glass caught the light and reflected it onto the walls. Nothing. She scanned the floor to see if there was anything she'd missed, and found only dirt. She frowned, glancing back into the main room she'd come from. Concrete. Why dirt in here? Someone could've easily dug up into the room.
Her eyes widened, and she peered into the back corner of the room, before she knelt and began shifting the dirt away. “Buffy?” Giles asked into her ear.
“Give me a second,” she started, then froze when her fingers touched something not dirt. She began sliding the rest of the dirt away until she could feel more of a fabric beneath her hands. Carefully she followed it to its edge, then slid under it to lift her find up.
A thick and long object, like that of a book, was bound up in a dark green fabric, and tied with rope. Buffy set it on top of the cabinet, her fingers almost shaking with excitement as she pulled the rope apart. One corner flap at a time was lifted away, and then she lifted the main flap to see what was inside.
A bundle of papers were neatly tied in red ribbon. The top of one read 'Christine Libet – 1864'.
Gotcha.
She lifted the phone back to her ear to tell Giles, then froze. From the main room, she knew she'd seen a small bit of light pass through the darkness.
There was someone else down here now.
Yeah, I know. Cliff-hanger. Deal with it. *sticks tongue out at you all*
~Nebula
Rating: R to NC-17; PG-13 at the moment
Prompt: #81 - Grovel for
tamingthemusePairing(s): Buffy/Angel, Buffy/Spike, eventually Buffy/Angel/Spike (dominant pairing is S/B, though.) Other minor pairings to be announced as we go.
Chapter: Six of ?
Summary: There's a secret that fate wanted kept secret, and for many years, it was. Until it fell into the right hands of a Slayer who figured it out. As she searches for the missing piece to prove her point, there's a lot of people out there who want her dead because of it. Because this secret is going to change everything.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the ideas in my head.
Previous Parts Here or Here
sanity_oasisA/N: Tried to get into Angel and Spike's head this time around; little buggers didn't want me to, though. *pokes at them both*
The door closed, almost silently, but he still heard it. When the footsteps stayed solid and slow, though, Spike turned, sure now that it wasn't Buffy. Angel raised his eyebrow at him but said nothing, merely stepping into the small kitchen. “She try to talk to you yet?” Angel asked him.
Spike shook his head. “Why, she try to talk to you?”
“Not really,” Angel admitted. “Just a smile. It didn't really look like a smile, though.” He frowned as he said it, and Spike knew how he felt.
He wasn't happy that she wasn't happy. It hurt a part of him that had gotten stuffed down inside of him.
The bigger part of him, though, was hurt because they could've been happy. For years, together. She'd pushed him away so many times, told him she hated him, couldn't stand him-
He flinched at the thoughts and closed his eyes. Every word she'd ever said to him had been for his protection, but she hadn't trusted him enough to tell him. He'd poured out his heart, and she couldn't have even given him a little bit to go on. She'd had to step on his heart and rip it from his body.
Angel sighed behind him. “You still torn too?”
Spike merely nodded. “Yeah. Every time I think I'm back on solid ground, and I can go talk to her, all the hurt just comes up.”
“Good. Glad I'm not the only one stuck,” Angel muttered, moving out of the kitchen with two mugs of blood, one of which he handed to Spike. “I want to not be mad at her. I mean, I know why she did it. But...” He growled and took a seat across from Spike. “We've have stood stronger together,” he finished quietly. “I know we would've.”
Spike paused a minute before asking, “You two would've stood stronger together, or all three of us?”
Angel began to answer, then stopped, frowning slightly as he regarded Spike. “I don't know,” he finally said. “Maybe all three of us.” He didn't look sure, though.
Spike sat back and considered. It was the answer he'd been expecting, truthfully. Buffy wouldn't have picked between them, though. She'd made that perfectly clear by hiding this from the both of them.
A knock on the door made them both turn, tensing up. It was only Xander, though, who poked his head in. “We're heading to the old site of the Council tonight,” he said. “We're gonna try to find some files that might help us prove what the Council did to Christine.”
Angel frowned. “Prove?”
“They killed her,” Xander said quietly. “Killed her and her vampire lover, remember? She's not in any of the records; she didn't even exist. They wiped it all out. We're pretty sure they would've kept her records, though, so we're...well, Buffy's going in tonight. We're watching the perimeter, which doesn't leave me filled with joy,” he added with a mutter. “You're both welcome to come.”
Spike shook his head. “Think we'll pass, mate. But thanks.”
Xander gazed at the two of them for a moment, before he gave a small sigh. “Do you want her to grovel and beg for forgiveness at your feet?” he asked. “Because she will. She didn't even want to tell me, but I found out by accident. She told no one else. No one. She had to keep the worry and everything to herself. Just...think about it,” he finished, before closing the door.
He paused right before he closed it, though, and added, “At least think about talking to her before she leaves. We're expecting the Council to show up to try and give us trouble. They're not gonna play nice, either.” Then he closed the door.
Spike got the message. The Council probably had orders to shoot her on sight. The part of him that hurt for her surged forward, overriding his own pain. He glanced over at Angel and found a similar look on his face. “You wanna talk to her first, or should I?” Spike asked.
“Maybe both at the same time?” Angel offered, and Spike considered it.
“Maybe. Both gonna have the same words to say, pretty much. She bloody well screwed us both over.”
God, all those years they could've had together, all the years without the pain of her words and her actions...
“Just not right now,” Angel said, taking a sip from his mug. “I can't right now. We'll catch her before she goes. Then it can be quick, because she'll be out the door.”
Spike nodded. “Right. Sound plan.” He couldn't really face her right now, either. Not with his conflicted feelings. He'd start out slow, and then probably wind up shouting at her, and that wasn't what he wanted to do. At least, he didn't think so. Shouting at her would probably make him feel better, though.
A part of him wanted to hurt her back as much as she'd hurt him, all those years ago and now with her hiding all of it from him. He figured he'd just stay away from her, and whatever hurt that caused her would have to be enough.
He did need to talk to her, though. They both did. They couldn't keep going like this, especially living in such close quarters like they were now.
He leaned forward and took a hefty swig from his mug.
Ten minutes before sunset, Angel headed for the door. “We should probably figure out when they're going to head out,” he said. Spike nodded and followed behind him out into the empty hall.
The place was silent; no noises could be heard anywhere. Spike frowned and started forward, stepping past Angel and heading for the main kitchen. No one in there, either. He moved down the hall to the end where the window to the side was, and glanced down. No cars.
“Bloody hell,” Spike groaned, turning back and almost into Angel. “They left already.”
“We'll see her when she gets back,” Angel said, and Spike nodded. They could talk then; no problem.
Except a tiny part of him kept pulling at him restlessly, whispering that there might not be a Buffy coming back. Not if the Council found her.
The same fear was flickering through Angel's face. “Sure there's a car around her somewhere we could hot-wire,” Spike said.
“I'm driving,” Angel said grimly, heading back to their room.
The sewer was just as pleasant as Buffy had expected it to be. She grimaced as her boots touched something she didn't even want to contemplate, and forced herself to focus on the wall. She shone her flashlight on it, walking slow. “Can you see anything? Little pinpricks of light coming through?” she asked Giles through her cell phone.
“No, nothing,” Giles said with a sigh. “The wall might not be that weak, even after the blast. I might just send Xander down with the hammer to-wait. Stop where you are.”
Buffy stopped immediately. “Can you see it?” she asked, putting her flashlight closer to the wall.
“Yes, I can definitely see something,” Giles said. “Just a tiny little bit of light through what's probably a crack in the wall-”
Buffy heaved her leg up and landed a kick against the wall. It fell straight through into a darkened room. “Now I can see quite a bit of light,” Giles said dryly.
She flashed the light upwards, and blinked when it took much longer to follow it up to the night sky. “Oh wow,” she breathed. “I'm a good two stories down. I didn't remember it being this far down.”
“Last time, you had a ladder,” Giles reminded her. “And it was daylight. Watch your steps; there's bound to be debris down there. New debris now, if you count the wall.”
Buffy ignored him. She was getting better at the ignoring people thing. Ignoring Xander when he told her she might want to try talking to Spike and Angel today. Ignoring the urge to go in there and just tell them straight out that she loved them, and she was sorry, and could they just stop being angry at her for now and love her back again?
Ignoring how she felt and how much her heart twisted inside was a lot harder.
She'd been able to head out a little earlier than they'd planned, though. She hadn't wanted to bump into Angel or Spike again. It made her stomach flip-flop at the thought of them glaring at her as they walked by.
“Buffy?”
“Focused,” she replied into the cell phone. She flashed the light back down to the room around it. It was wide, and parts of it were still covered by ground above. Only a few holes here and there let moonlight in. The rest was covered in darkness.
She could see the remnants of several metal shelves and dust covering them. Closer inspection, however, showed her that the dust was actually the remains of paper. Charred, torn up, eaten by fire paper.
“The vault?” she asked, trying to peer through the gloom.
“If it's where I guessed it to be, you need to continue straight ahead until you reach a wall,” Giles prompted her. “Then move to the far right corner.”
“Far right corner. Right,” she said, stepping around broken pieces of metal jutting up from the ground. If she wasn't careful, she could easily get hurt down here.
“Hey, if I can find the vault, couldn't they have found it already?” she asked, the thought suddenly occurring to her. “I mean, if the wards are gone and everything, and have been since the blast-”
There was a pause before Giles answered. “I don't know,” he said hesitantly. “Maybe they overlooked it...?”
Buffy's heart dropped out of her throat into the pit of her stomach. “Great,” she mumbled. They might already have the file.
Of course, if they already had the file, then they wouldn't be coming after her. She couldn't prove anything with two books.
So the file was down here somewhere. Okay. They didn't have the missing piece to the puzzle yet.
She stepped forward and almost bumped into the wall. “Great job with the observation skills, Summers,” she muttered.
“I'm sorry?”
“Never mind,” Buffy said louder into the phone. “I found the wall; I'm moving up to the right corner now.”
Silently she made her way along the wall. More debris filled her path, and she found herself having to step carefully and surely through it to avoid it. If her flashlight gave on her, she was in so much trouble-
And then she saw a blackened piece of wall jutting out, as if it were a door. A door that was open, just a tiny bit. Her heart began to race, and she stepped around it to the other side, flashing her light ahead of her.
A tiny room lay before her. “Buffy?” Giles asked over the phone. “Are you all right?”
“I found it,” she whispered, then cautiously stepped inside. There were two filing cabinets, and shelves that had withstood the blast. The glass bottles on them, however, hadn't. She shuddered at the thought of what they'd been holding loose on the world. “Hold on, I'm gonna look.” She set her phone down on the top of the filing cabinet nearest her and began to dig through the drawers. Folders filled the drawers from top to bottom, and she began scanning them all.
She made it through them both without finding a single thing on Christine. “Anything?” Giles asked.
Buffy sighed and picked up the phone again. “No. Nothing. She's not down here. Maybe they destroyed her file, like we thought they might've.”
“They could've, but I highly doubt it.”
She tilted her flashlight back and scanned the shelves again. Broken pieces of glass caught the light and reflected it onto the walls. Nothing. She scanned the floor to see if there was anything she'd missed, and found only dirt. She frowned, glancing back into the main room she'd come from. Concrete. Why dirt in here? Someone could've easily dug up into the room.
Her eyes widened, and she peered into the back corner of the room, before she knelt and began shifting the dirt away. “Buffy?” Giles asked into her ear.
“Give me a second,” she started, then froze when her fingers touched something not dirt. She began sliding the rest of the dirt away until she could feel more of a fabric beneath her hands. Carefully she followed it to its edge, then slid under it to lift her find up.
A thick and long object, like that of a book, was bound up in a dark green fabric, and tied with rope. Buffy set it on top of the cabinet, her fingers almost shaking with excitement as she pulled the rope apart. One corner flap at a time was lifted away, and then she lifted the main flap to see what was inside.
A bundle of papers were neatly tied in red ribbon. The top of one read 'Christine Libet – 1864'.
Gotcha.
She lifted the phone back to her ear to tell Giles, then froze. From the main room, she knew she'd seen a small bit of light pass through the darkness.
There was someone else down here now.
Yeah, I know. Cliff-hanger. Deal with it. *sticks tongue out at you all*
~Nebula
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*clears throat* Okay and then just a couple typos I noticed:
“We've have stood stronger together,” he finished quietly. “I know we would've.” We'd have, maybe? Something along those lines?
“Sure there's a car around her somewhere we could hot-wire,” Spike said. And looks like you're missing an e in here. :)
Now, back to me flailing about because OMG, cliffhanger! *spazzes* Horrible (in a really good way) cliffhanger! Because someone else is down there and, granted, it could be Spike and Angel but it could also be Council poopheads trying to kill Buffy and gah! You're killing me here.
Spike paused a minute before asking, “You two would've stood stronger together, or all three of us?”
Angel began to answer, then stopped, frowning slightly as he regarded Spike. “I don't know,” he finally said. “Maybe all three of us.” He didn't look sure, though.
Spike sat back and considered. It was the answer he'd been expecting, truthfully. Buffy wouldn't have picked between them, though. She'd made that perfectly clear by hiding this from the both of them.
I love that Angel's not sure and Spike knows that Buffy wouldn't pick between them. Those two are completely torn at this moment, trying to hold onto all the hurt and anger but at the same time wanting to just be with Buffy. You definitely get across their struggle. And how much do I love that Xander's trying to get all three of them to talk? LOTS. I'm just saying. I love it a lot. I even love that Spike wants to hurt Buffy the way he's hurting and will do so by ignoring her because it's so Spike.
“Bloody hell,” Spike groaned, turning back and almost into Angel. “They left already.”
“We'll see her when she gets back,” Angel said, and Spike nodded. They could talk then; no problem.
Except a tiny part of him kept pulling at him restlessly, whispering that there might not be a Buffy coming back. Not if the Council found her.
The same fear was flickering through Angel's face.
Um, yes, boys. *nods* Go! Shoo! You're either going to the mystery folks in the room or you're going to show up just in time for all the action. Either way, get your cute asses moving! This part just made me go, "Hello! That's what Xander was trying to tell you! Ugh, men." LOL.
I'm sure my reaction to the update next week will be just as amusing as this week since I saw the update this week and went, "Yes! I've been dying since last week for that!" and Raven just shook her head and went, "Oh the horror. Last week." Which is when I told her to shut up and clicked on the link. *grins*
*waits impatiently for next week to hurry up*
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The Missing Piece, 6/?
Evil Cliffhanger indeed *pout*
But I enjoyed to read the update.
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2 things: I love that Spike and Angel are already hinting at the possibility of a 3some. I'm also hoping it's either them coming toward Buffy or they're going to swoop in and save the day.
More soon, please!
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