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seven
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xx. SEVEN .xx
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By the time I get to the pinhole on the map, I'm ready to give up and lay down for a nap somewhere. The only thing keeping me going is the idea that Buffy's out here somewhere, alone and probably freaked out. Or freaking other people out. Or both.
The thing that's bugging me, aside of that, is that these Shadowdudes didn't see fit to clue me into their little plan. I didn't even want to go to the damn desert and get conked in the head or chased up a tree by the cat from hell. None of this was my idea, and somehow I get stuck babysitting for the one whose idea it was.
I sigh and start walking slowly. The spot marked on the map is apparently a residential street, and since I don't hear any screaming, somehow I doubt she's wandering around someone's living room.
"Oh, duh," I mutter to myself as I reach the end of the street and find myself faced with a graveyard. You wanna find a Slayer, start looking at home. I start calling her name and making my way slowly between the rows of headstones.
The sound of a scuffle comes from behind a mausoleum, and I make my way cautiously over, worried it might be a demon. I'm relieved to see it's Buffy, and then I start feeling pretty nauseous when I realize she's leaning over a dead squirrel.
"Buffy," I say tentatively, not wanting to scare her. She turns quickly and stares at me. "Hey, yunno.. we have food at home. You don't.. you don't have to hunt here." She tilts her head quizzically, then glances back at the squirrel. "No, come on."
I wave my hand a little, trying to coax her to come with me, and she seems to debate for a minute before lumbering towards me. Instinctively, I put my hand out, and surprisingly, she takes it. Good, less chance of her running off if I've got a grip on her.
"So, uh.." What the hell do you say to someone who can't--or doesn't want to--talk back? "The gang's working on figuring out how to get you back to.. you. I mean, not that you're not you. But the you that doesn't look at a dead squirrel and think 'lunch'.. You know what I mean?"
She looks up at me. "Fuck?" she suggests helpfully.
"No. Lunch. What's with your obsession with the F-bomb?"
She snorts and looks back at the ground as we walk, but comes to a dead stop when we approach the exit of the graveyard. She suddenly looks terrified and moves behind me. I'm trying to figure out why she's wigging, when it hits me.
If she's gone prehistoric, she probably hasn't got a fucking clue what a car is. Or anything else in this world, for that matter. Except fuck, apparently.
I glance back at her cowering figure as she claws at my jeans, trying to hide. "We're so screwed, B."
"Fuck?" she whispers, wide eyed.
"Yeah. Totally fucked."
xx. SEVEN .xx
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By the time I get to the pinhole on the map, I'm ready to give up and lay down for a nap somewhere. The only thing keeping me going is the idea that Buffy's out here somewhere, alone and probably freaked out. Or freaking other people out. Or both.
The thing that's bugging me, aside of that, is that these Shadowdudes didn't see fit to clue me into their little plan. I didn't even want to go to the damn desert and get conked in the head or chased up a tree by the cat from hell. None of this was my idea, and somehow I get stuck babysitting for the one whose idea it was.
I sigh and start walking slowly. The spot marked on the map is apparently a residential street, and since I don't hear any screaming, somehow I doubt she's wandering around someone's living room.
"Oh, duh," I mutter to myself as I reach the end of the street and find myself faced with a graveyard. You wanna find a Slayer, start looking at home. I start calling her name and making my way slowly between the rows of headstones.
The sound of a scuffle comes from behind a mausoleum, and I make my way cautiously over, worried it might be a demon. I'm relieved to see it's Buffy, and then I start feeling pretty nauseous when I realize she's leaning over a dead squirrel.
"Buffy," I say tentatively, not wanting to scare her. She turns quickly and stares at me. "Hey, yunno.. we have food at home. You don't.. you don't have to hunt here." She tilts her head quizzically, then glances back at the squirrel. "No, come on."
I wave my hand a little, trying to coax her to come with me, and she seems to debate for a minute before lumbering towards me. Instinctively, I put my hand out, and surprisingly, she takes it. Good, less chance of her running off if I've got a grip on her.
"So, uh.." What the hell do you say to someone who can't--or doesn't want to--talk back? "The gang's working on figuring out how to get you back to.. you. I mean, not that you're not you. But the you that doesn't look at a dead squirrel and think 'lunch'.. You know what I mean?"
She looks up at me. "Fuck?" she suggests helpfully.
"No. Lunch. What's with your obsession with the F-bomb?"
She snorts and looks back at the ground as we walk, but comes to a dead stop when we approach the exit of the graveyard. She suddenly looks terrified and moves behind me. I'm trying to figure out why she's wigging, when it hits me.
If she's gone prehistoric, she probably hasn't got a fucking clue what a car is. Or anything else in this world, for that matter. Except fuck, apparently.
I glance back at her cowering figure as she claws at my jeans, trying to hide. "We're so screwed, B."
"Fuck?" she whispers, wide eyed.
"Yeah. Totally fucked."