Around the World in Eighty Ways.
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Key.
o *Sentences/ words with asterisks around them, and are in italics are direct thoughts*.
o Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.
o “Italics with speech marks” signify that what is being said within the speech marks is some distance away.
o Bold is Onomatopoeia.
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A/N- set pre-Illyria
Disclaimer- Joss Whedon owns everything!
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Chapter 1- Emergency!
Angel slammed down the phone. “Everybody listen to me now!” He shouted, voice hysterical with fear at what he had just heard over the phone. *It can’t end like this, I wanted to live for at least another couple of years, maybe a hundred. It’s not fair, now I’ll never know if aliens really exist!*
Everyone who heard him stopped what he or she was doing. Angel wasn’t normally like this; he tended to be quiet and broody, so when he shouted, they really took notice.
“We have an emergency situation.” Angel reported. “In ten minutes time, Buffy the Vampire Slayer will be arriving. From this moment, we will proceed with evacuating the building; this is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill! If Buffy happens to come early, or you’re last out, and she’s headed your way, kill yourself- it’s the only way. Please do not panic!” He repeated his message several times before making sure that people in other rooms knew.
Meanwhile, sitting on the stairwell, Fred frowned. “Why the evacuation? I thought Buffy was a good guy. Spike?” She turned to the blond vampire next to her, hoping he would give her an exclamation as he had been around the slayer last.
“Sssh, I’m counting.” Spike said, a frown of concentration on his face making him look somewhat like a little kid trying hard not to colour out of the lines. Finally, he finished his mumbling, and gulped, his face paler than usual.
“What is it?” Wesley asked, knowing it had to be serious to have made Spike’s eyes bug out like that.
“It’s her time of month.” He replied, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Has a bad time of it, does she?” Lorne said sympathetically from behind, as hundreds of employees ran past, screaming.
“Well, I remember falling bookcases and flying weapons, then hospital strip lights a week later.” Wesley said, remembering with a shudder. *Oh the pain.*
Lorne asked the same of Spike.
“Buffy was fighting demons, I was watchin’- didn’t know I could hit ’em then. She turned on me, and I almost lost me vitals.” The men all winced loudly, while Fred blinked in puzzlement.
Just then, Angel ran up to their group. “Sorry guys, but we have to stay- they came to see us, after all.”
Spike’s mouth dropped open in terror and disbelief. “You can’t mean that!”
Angel nodded. “Sorry. They’ll be here any minute.”
Spike looked at the front doors desperately, “do we have time to arm ourselves?”
Harmony wasn’t the only one enjoying watching Spike practically prostrate on the ground before his grandsire.
Angel nodded again. “Weapons granted.” Angel said, joining Spike in his charge to the training room.
Thirty seconds later, they all converged in the entrance hall, loaded with the weapons of their choice. Spike swung his mace experimentally, checked his crossbow was loaded, and made sure the broadsword strapped to his back was accessible. *I should still be able to take her on. Unless she got some power boost too, when the potentials did. Bloody well hope not, or we’re all doomed.*
Fred lifted her visor to speak to Angel. “When are they…”
“Take cover!!!” Spike screamed in a high octave tone before ducking behind a desk. He watched as a sweet-faced Buffy strode in, followed by the rest of the Scooby Gang.
“Angel, you here?” Buffy called. “It’s alright now. Ask Willow.”
Willow opened her mouth. “It really is okay, Angel.”
Spike narrowed his eyes in suspicion, as Buffy smiled prettily. “No Angel, it’s a trap!” He shouted, as Angel made his way to the petite blonde.
Too late. Buffy already had her arm locked around Angel’s head. “So. Need anything taking care of for you?”
Angel shook his head frantically, and Buffy let go. “I thought you said it was over!” Angel accused the witch, still scared after his near death experience.
“I had to say that, otherwise she would do to me what she did to Kennedy! Though the doctors do say she’ll be able to walk again after a few years in rehab. In fact…” Buffy’s glare cut her short.
The slayer looked around the room before calling out. “Spike? You here?”
Spike gulped and stayed where he was, as quiet as possible.
“I know you’re here! I heard you.”
Spike heard Buffy walk around, trying to find him. * Please don’t look behind the sofa, Please don’t look behind the sofa, Please don’t look behind the…Damn.*
“Hello lover.”
Spike opened his eyes and met Buffy’s gaze.
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