TEASER
Enter in a club, Lorne holding a mike looking at a full audience.
Lorne: Evening. Tonight, I will not be singing. (Audience boos) Now, now. I have an act I’ve been practicing. I figure this tale might have more impact on you then on the empty chairs I’ve been preaching to. You see, I live in a house with eighteen other people, no lie. And not an apartment with dual rooms. Its *one*, *tiny*, *Craftsmen* house on a happy suberan street. Now, this is the kind of things that happen...
(This part of the TEASER is silent and you can see lips moving, but you can’t make out words except for Loren saying “Hi, Loren!”)
The frame goes fuzzy around the edges and shows Lorne sitting in a bathrobe, reading the newspaper and drinking a coffee. Then a rumfled haired Angel comes up the steps and takes his newspaper. Lorne glares, but doesn't say anything. Then Spike comes up the stairs, combing back wet hair and rubbing his red eyes wearing only his boxers saying “Well Hung”. Then Buffy came down the stairs and slaps Spike on the back, making him yelp and throw the comb right into Lorne’s head. He pretends not to notice, but rubs his head. Buffy grabs a box of cereal and places it out on the table. Then Dawn wakes up and runs in, snatching the box up before Lorne can get it. Then Willow comes out, preparing eggs. Lorne offers to help and Willow thanks him, but drops the scalding hot frying pan on his slippered foot. It burns a hole right through. Wesley wakes up and takes Lorne’s seat and his coffee. Lorne pretends not to notice, but he grumbles a little. Cordelia wakes up and runs head long into Lorne, knocking him down and not even stopping to apologize. Then Gunn steps over him, but Fred doesn't see him and steps on the middle of his stomach, causing him to curl into a ball. And she doesn't even say sorry. Roger wakes up and gives Lorne a friendly tackle, but accidentally sends him against the metal stove. Then Jake and Andrew come up and say a chipper hello to everyone (The most chipper to the half nude Spike who tries to surpress a teasing “Come hither-esque” look he was so tempted to give them.), but leaving out Lorne. *Loren* calls him *Loren* and doesn't even correct herself, and Jess waking up and slapping him too hard on the back, sending his face in the cereal of Dawn, only noticing that some of the milk had splattered on her lover’s exposed chest.
Lorne: Yeah, that was my morning. That’s my *every* morning. I’m green, you think that would give me a silver of decent acknowledgment around the house! And a lot of the girls are single! They should be open to different races! I mean... If they can’t find a guy in there own house, where else are they going to get it so made? On to more important things, it was this neglect and bottled up rage and *everyone’s* need to connect. Well, that is the cause of the mayhem, but... You could just say the time we spent together brought out the worst in all of us. And things hidden deep, deep down in the bowels of our emotions and our pasts were wrenched from there keeping places and exposed. The things we had all thought secretly in the back of our minds were said. And the things the house had been hiding for us, were all shown for what they were and torn apart. So, just listen, even if at first you don’t really get the point. Just listen and be patient, and you’ll understand why this is so important.
END TEASER
ACT ONE, SCENE ONE, “Wrapped Around My Finger”
Spike, Buffy, Angel, and Willow are just chilling in the living room whilst the others do there chilling in other parts of the house, or clean up, or fight for the bathroom, or whatever else they might be doing, but it doesn't really matter ‘cause that is so not what this scene is about, so, chill. Spike on couch, Willow in chair, Buffy is standing in back part behind chair, and Angel is standing near the couch.
Angel: So calm. Wonder why.
Buffy: Because Taylor isn’t awake. Has anyone besides me... It’s stupid.
Willow: No, what Buff? Nothing’s stupid in a house so full of people and their now exposed lives. Its like living in... Well, I don’t know, but something where you never get to keep anything a secret.
Spike: Yeah, its like living here.
Buffy: Clever. Anyway, I just... Has anyone noticed Taylor and Giles are getting... Well... A little cozy?
Willow: They might just be becoming friends, but-
Spike: I saw them. I told Loren and Jess what was going on, but they couldn’t stick it to a friend. *I* couldn’t stick it to a friend.
Angel: She’s not... They’re not *together* are they?
Spike: Like a booze and a shot glass, mate.
Buffy: But Taylor’s so... young. And Giles doesn't go for that stuff. We are talking about the same Giles here, right?
Spike: A man can change, Buffy.
Willow: Oh my God. Spike, come off it. You’re getting married!
Spike: I didn’t mean it that way! I was talking about Watcher boy! *He’s* changed is what I meant.
Buffy and Willow: Oh.
Angel: That’s so unlike him, though. I don’t think... I don’t think he could let himself be with anyone younger than Jenny. Sorry, I didn’t... I shouldn’t be talking about this at all. I shouldn’t be talking about Giles at all... I shouldn’t be talking at all.
Spike: Sod off it. You aren’t all high and mighty like you want us all to suppose. You were evil, we all know it, so just move on with your life, like a million other vampires loaded down with souls.
Buffy: Let’s just move the whole conversation in a new direction. What do you guys think about... about Roger? I mean, I don’t... I can’t really form an opinion on the guy since I don’t really know him.
Angel: Roger? Not much to get to know.
Spike: I haven’t ever talked to him. He seems so... dull. I have better things to do than waste my time sharing skinny with a dolt who hasn’t got half the brain to keep a conversation alive.
Willow: I talked to him. He’s all right, but like Spike said, not really one to keep the conversation up and going. You have to pry him to get him talking. And pry and pry and pry some more and it’s really not worth all that prying because its more like talking to a brick wall than to a person.
Buffy: What did you talk *about*?
Willow: Orlando Bloom. Actually.
Spike: Is *he* gay, too?
Buffy: We don’t joke about sexuality in this house, buster. We have too many people we’re offending!
Willow: No, he’s not. He just is a big LotR fan and you can’t talk about LotR without talking about Orlando and then we talked about Troy, but then he started talking about Orlando Bloom again, so...
Angel: LotR?
Buffy: Oh come on. Even I know that one. You sleep with one of its biggest fans.
Spike: Lord of the Rings.
Angel: Thanks for spoiling the excitement, Bill.
Spike: Why do you have to do that? I am in no way connected to the degrading name *Bill*.
Buffy: Ice, Spike. Ice.
Willow: If Vanilla follows that Ice, I am personally walking out of this room and talking to Roger.
Angel: Shallow threat, Will.
Willow: Yeah, I know, but... It was a joke. Ha ha, funny, funny?
Spike: Nice attempt. Has to be more... actually funny to be a joke.
Jess enters.
Jess: Joke? I wanna hear a joke.
Spike: No one’s telling ‘em, luv. Sit. (She sits) What brings you here?
Jess: Looking for my lesser half.
Angel: See, Spike. Even she agrees the variable bringing down this equation, is you.
Jess: There is no variable bringing down this equation. We’re equal. J + S = 4.
Buffy: 4?
Spike: Forever without the ever.
Willow: Corny much?
Spike: She’s obviously not taking math for credit.
Jess: Speaking of, babe, will you come up with me to UCSunnydale? Got a class today of all days.
Buffy: You got him auditing?
Jess: Oh, no. *No* one could ever do that. Just got him wrapped a million times around my finger.
Spike: You wish.
Jess: I wish I wish I didn’t, hun, but there is no denying I can make you bend so far over, your spine turns to jelly. You can do that to me, too, so don’t be complaining. Please will you come up?
Spike: What class?
Jess: Uh... Why does it matter? Its just all phooey to you anyway. Just come, please?
Spike: *What* class?
Jess: Art, all right? Visual Art with a live model today.
Spike: Nude model?
Jess: Yes! Yes, okay? Will you come already?
Spike: A *girl* nude model?
Jess: Uh, well, kinda not.
Spike: Who? Would I know him?
Jess: You could say that. You actually might know him quite well.
Spike: Who?
Jess: Well, kinda,, you are. You’re the nude model.
Spike: Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. I am not showing my stuff to a bunch of gawking virgin college kids who have no better thing to do for credit than to draw my unmentionables!
Cut to Spike’s pants falling to the floor and showing only his lower legs and only hearing his voice.
Spike: I’m showing my stuff to a bunch of gawking, virgin college kids who have nothing better to do for credit than to draw my unmentionables.
END SCENE
SCENE TWO, “Power to the People”
Angel, Loren, Cordelia, Roger, and Wesley are hanging out in the Summers’ living room.
Loren: Oh my God, I am *sooo* bored. You’d think there would be... More stuff to do with so many people.
Angel: No, not really. You actually have more stuff to do alone than with as many people as we have. Hard to get a nice conversation in the big group sing-a-longs.
Wesley: Maybe that’s why so little of us are together at a time, Angel.
Cordelia: This is all very interesting and stuff, but can we talk about something truly entertaining?
Roger: For example?
Loren: This is *sooo* lame.
Wesley: You’re just being negative is all.
Loren: Am not.
Angel: You sound just like Taylor. Maybe we should ask her and Giles to move out.
Cordelia: Her and Giles? You have to be kidding.
Loren: He is. (Turns to give a menacing look to Angel) Isn’t he?
Angel: No. Its true. Buffy and Willow and Spike and I agree. There is some ‘More-Than-Friend’ connection between them.
Roger: Wow... I never saw that coming...
Loren: Because it can’t be true!
Wesley: I’ll go have a word with Giles. Maybe we can get this all straightened out. I don’t believe believing every thing you hear is a wise life choice in such a bustling house, Angel.
Angel: I don’t believe everything. It’s just that that was so obvious. And if they get very far, I’ll know its true because I’ll be able to smell it. Like I can smell Roger and Cordelia.
Cordelia: What are you talking about? This is insane.
Roger: Smell? What does that mean? Like sniff and *whoosh* and bang and boom. Together?
Angel: You could say that. If you were uneducated and psycho. Yeah, I can smell lust on a person. I can smell people all over people.
Cordelia: Power to the people. Give Giles and Taylor a good inhalant than, Angel, and leave us alone.
Loren: Really, Angel. Its not our business who is smooching who. Its none of our business.
Angel: I know. Just... Its hard not to know. And be curious. When you know.
Roger: That made no sense.
Angel: Things don’t always make sense, Barker.
Roger: Don’t I know it.
All scatter. END SCENE
SCENE THREE, “The Ripper and The Angelus”
Enter in the basement with Jess, Taylor, and Loren hanging out in the basement. Giles is at the top of the stairs and you overhear bits of their conversation like he would.
Jess: It was the funniest thing ever. The professor kept glaring at me. You know how loud I laugh.
Loren: From the diaphragm.
Taylor: Wish I could have been there.
Jess: I bet you would.
Taylor: Hey!
Loren: Joking. Right?
Jess: Joking.
Giles musters the courage to walk down the stairs and greet the friends.
Giles: Hello, all.
Jess: Hey, Giles.
Taylor: Giles.
Loren: G-Man.
Giles: G-Man?
Loren: Been around Xander a little too long.
Jess: That explains everything.
Giles: I agree. So, what are you girls talking about?
Taylor: Spike in Jess’ art class.
Jess: It was the funniest thing ever. I should have taken pictures. The look on his face. (Jess bursts into hysterical laughter.)
Giles: This all sounds... so interesting.
Angel enters.
Angel: How did Spike’s short-lived modeling career go? Buffy keeps tickling him and he won’t even smile. He won’t laugh, he just stares.
Jess: He’s traumatized. He’s in a mild state of catatonia. I don’t think he’ll be the same Spike again.
Loren: I don’t see the bad in that... Thinking... Nope, no bad.
Giles: Oh, Spike bounces back after a fall like... I can’t really find a similie, but I do believe he will be the same Spike we all love to hate soon.
Jess: Or loathe to love.
Taylor: I’m thirsty. Uh, Giles, will you, uh... Help me get a glass of water? You know, upstairs?
Giles: Certainly, certainly.
Taylor and Giles exit nervously, clunking up the stairs.
Angel: I *told* you. I have senses, you know.
Jess: Spike did tell us, but he’s hard to believe sometimes... Oh my God...
Loren: The ‘Get-A-Roominess’ of them is really... disturbing... I think I’m scarred. For life!
Angel: Oh, its not that bad.
Jess and Loren: It’s that bad.
Cut to Giles and Taylor alone in the kitchen, Giles pouring Taylor a glass of water.
Taylor: Now that we’re alone...
Giles: No, no. We can’t... We can’t *do* this.
Taylor: Do what?
Giles: This... Us. It’s not right.
Taylor: Since when does not right even cross your mind, Giles?
Giles: When I can feel it. When I know people have to be thinking... They know, Taylor. You’re a nice girl... But you’re just too young. You’re just too young...
Taylor: And I could say you’re just too old! But I thought-
Giles: What could you have possibly been thinking? Neither one of us was thinking otherwise we wouldn’t be here! You’re just a stupid, silly girl looking for love in places you knew you were never going to find it!
Taylor: How could you... How can you say that to me?
Giles: How can I not say that to you? We were never friends, we were never anything, Taylor, because you are too young. And I’m just... I’m just lonely and you were just lonely and I don’t think sometimes! It’s like being young again and I can’t do that.
Taylor: Fine, think whatever you want.
Giles: You are deep in denial, Taylor. I can see why your relationships never stand the test of time.
Taylor: And why is that?
Giles: Because you can’t take it when someone can’t take you.
Cut to basement where Angel is digging through the refrigerator.
Angel: Does Spike ever drink blood like any other self-respecting vampire?
Jess: Yeah, but he forgot to restock as of late.
Loren: Forgot to restock? How can you do that? Is that... Possible?
Angel: Apparently.
Jess: I guess. You never know with Spike.
Angel: Well, I guess *I’ll* have to take care of the blood factor.
Cut to Giles and Taylor in the kitchen.
Taylor: This is stupid! I don’t care about right and wrong or love and hate, I just want to be with you!
Giles: No you don’t! You just *settle*. You had true love *once*. You had just a tiny taste of what you could have had and now you can’t have anything because you can’t taste that little twang. So, maybe that’s a reason out of the millions of reasons I can never be with you.
Taylor: Oh God, come off it. You were *Ripper*! No one thinks so highly of you-
Giles: Yes they do. I have a lot of people that look up to me and I can’t let them down. Because I want to help.
Taylor: Help? That’s what you want? If that’s what you wanted, you’d be screwing Buffy!
Giles: Oh! You take that back, you ignorant, patronizing whore!
Taylor: This is getting no where. Just say it. If you wanted to leave me alone, you’d be gone already.
Giles: You have no idea what I’d be doing if I wanted to leave you alone.
Taylor: Humph. So you admit it.
Giles: I never said that. But I didn’t have to now, did I?
Giles pins Taylor up against the wall and does the sleek, Angel The Series smooching. The flashing lights and quick blinking stuff. Yeah...
Cut to Basement.
Loren: And how exactly are you going to do that?
Angel: Oh, it’s simple really.
Jess: What’s wrong with you? You’re acting awfully creepy...
Loren: Yeah. Angel, stop. This isn’t funny.
Angel: I think you two are the only ones that don’t think it’s not funny. Big shots, huh? Think you can handle the bad boys?
Jess: Yeah, yeah I do. (Stands up) What are you trying to do? This is really lame ass, Angel.
Angel: Lame ass? Is that was this is?I think you just like bad boys a little too much. This turn you on? Because let me tell you, sweetheart, you ain’t never met bad.
Loren: What the hell is wrong with you? Angel... What happened?
Angel: I don’t know, but I’m sure glad whatever happened let me loose. You think you got my *wild* nature under lock and key, no way. It comes out when (whooshing sound and he lands behind Jess picking her up by the neck) You least expect it. (Bites)
Cut to kitchen
Taylor is struggling against Giles’ grip.
Taylor: Let me go! Giles! Let me go!
Giles: Shut up! (Puts hand over her mouth) They’ll hear you. (Neck smoochies) Color me surprised. Isn’t this what a girl like you would want? Or are you just too obsessed with nerds and old men to give a bad ass a shot?
Taylor: Gwiles! Wemme go! Oww! Yow’we huwting me! (Giles presses harder) I... I can’t bweawh. (Faints) Its always better when they don’t scream.
Cut to basement
Angel: Its always better when they scream.
Loren runs for the basement steps, but Angel looks up and sticks out a hand, holding her there as if by magic.
Angel (continued): Why don’t you stay awhile, babe?
Loren: Angel, come on, you know you don’t want to do this.
Angel lets the limp form of Jessica slid to the ground and rounds on Loren.
Angel: What don’t I want to do?
Loren: This! You aren’t him!
Jess moves, rolls over.
Jess: Spike! Spike! Help me! Help me! Spike! Get Buffy!
Loren looks like she suddenly remembers something. You hear her telecomomincating.
Loren: Spike, Spike, we need your help.
Cut to Spike hearing Loren in his head sitting on the couch.
Spike (out loud): I hear you. What do you need?
Loren: Angel... He’s... Something’s wrong. Jess is in trouble. Come get her. Get her to the hospital. Get Buffy to deal with Angel.
Spike: I’m going.
Cut to the basement where Angel has Loren pinned to the steps. She whimpers, but then you hear the door bust open and Spike run down. He leaps over Loren and Angel and runs to his bleeding finacee. Buffy runs down behind him and gives Angel a good kick to the face, sending him back off Loren. Loren clammers up the steps, giving Buffy a “Good Luck” look. Spike carries Jess up the stairs.
Spike: I can’t... Can’t we take her... I don’t want her to go to the hospital.
Loren: We have to, Spike. She’ll die if you don’t take her to the hospital. She lost too much blood.
Spike: Okay, okay. I just... They aren’t going to let me ride with her, are they?
Loren: No, no they probably won’t. Too many questions you aren’t going to have the right answers to. It’s better if we have Xander take you up to the hospital... After they get her there.
Spike: Right.
Cut to kitchen where Giles is moving Taylor’s limp body behind the counter.
Giles: Now, all I have to do is windle the ingredients out of the red head...
Buffy walks in.
Buffy: Giles? What are you... What happened to Taylor?
Giles: Nothing! Get out! Go on, go! Go be a good little girl and get on top of your vampire! Go, I said!
Buffy: Giles, what’s wrong with you?
Giles: Nothing is wrong with anyone!
Buffy: Oh my God! What the hell is wrong in this goddamn house?! Giles, come on, before I have to use-
Giles thrusts out his hand and sends Buffy crashing against the wall.
Giles: Before you have to go. No one is stopping me!
Willow enters, smiling.
Willow: I think I can do that.
END SCENE
ACT TWO, SCENE FOUR, “Lost in the Loneliness”
Angel is tied up in silver chains in the basement, knocked out. Giles is roped to a chair, gagged, also knocked out. You see Buffy looking at them, head cocked. Loren and Willow are standing behind her, staring. Loren looks like she’s about to cry.
Buffy: What happened?
Loren: I don’t know... But it changed a lot of things.
Willow: Is it... I think it’s something... It has to do... Well...
Buffy: Are you trying to tell us something Will, ‘cause I really can’t tell.
Willow: It’s something... It’s a type of spell that... Well, someone puts a protection charm on the house like the numerous one’s that have been put on this one and when emotions start to run high... It brings out the evilness within people... Like Giles and Angel for drastic messures... Everyone else is just... meanier...
Loren: But what about Spike? He’s fine. He was a bad guy like that, too. Why didn’t anything happen to him?
Willow: Well, has anyone seen him get mad today?
Loren: But Angel wasn’t mad. When it happened... He wasn’t mad.
Buffy: No, he was frustrated. Which is worse in itself.
Willow: Yeah. So... Now all we have to do... Is clear it up. But there runs a high risk...
Loren: It’s worth it. Anything... Any risk is worth it. Because... Living with Angelus... It’ll be the undoing of all of us.
Buffy: She’s right. We got the good end of the deal.
Loren: Well... We might... If only Spike and Xander would call!
Willow: I’m sure they will. I’m sure Jess is fine. She’s a tough girl. Put a fight, I imagine?
Loren: Yeah... When I was just petrifyed. I can’t let that happen again. I can’t let myself shut down like that again.
Buffy: Don’t eat yourself up, Loren. It happens. Even to the best of us.
Loren: No. It can’t happen. If it was Willow Angelus had by the neck, don’t tell me you would have stood there and watched him drain her so close to death.
Buffy: I can’t... I can’t say... Loren. it’s not your fault.
Loren: It is. It is my fault. It’s all my fault.
Willow: How can you say that? How does that figure?
Loren: Angel is my boyfriend. Like it or not, so is Angelus. (Buffy opens mouth, but Loren brushes it off) And I saw the change, but all I could do was think he was playing some kind of game. And then he got Jess and everything crashed inside me and I was scared and I let him... He could have killed her. He almost did. And I didn’t do anything...
Willow: It’s not your fault. No one could have known.
Loren: But I did.
END SCENE
SCENE FIVE, “Alive and Kicking”
Enter with Spike holding Jess’ hand, Xander standing behind looking somber.
Jess: Don’t look so sad, guys. I’m not dead.
Spike: But you could have been. And I was stupid enough to leave you in the basement alone with the bastard-
Jess: He’s not a bastard all the time, Spike. That’s the man you asked to be the best man at your wedding. That’s why you left me alone in the basement with him and his girlfriend. No one knew.
Spike: Someone did. Someone had to. Someone might have... Someone could have known.
Xander: Could have. Could have and did, there’s a difference between could have and did.
Jess: Yeah. No one could have thought it. If no one could have thought it, no one could have known or been prepared. Don’t look so worried, I’m fine.
Spike: No you aren’t.
Jess: *Yes*, I am! Let’s blow this popsical stand. Xand, you game?
Xander: As game as I’ll ever be.
Jess: Cool. (Jess jumps out of bed, stake in hand, dressed still in her normal bloodstained clothes, a bandage on her neck) Let’s blow.
They exit and in the distance you hear:
Spike: You know, that sounds a little nasty, Jess.
SCENE SIX, “Stake Right or Wrong”
Enter in the basement, Jess, Spike, and Xander busting down the stairs to see Loren, Buffy, Willow, tied up Angel, and tied up Giles.
Loren: J-Jess? Why aren’t you at the hospital.
Jess: I’m tougher than I look. What’s up with Angel... Us?
Buffy: Knocked out.
Jess: Great, but what are we going to *do* with him?
Willow: I can give him his soul back... If he even lost it in the first place.
Jess: Yeah... Okay... Well, what about *Giles*?
Willow: On that one, I have no clue... If I could reverse the curse borned on the house...
Jess: There’s a curse on the house?
Loren: Yeah, it’s real run of the mill.
Willow: Well... The basicness of of it is run of the mill... Like how it works, but the ritual itself, that’s the risky part. We might need... Well, I would have said Giles, but... Okay, so we need Wesley.
Xander: I can do that.
Xander exits.
Jess: So, um, why exactly do we need Wes?
Willow: We need a triad of magickal forces.
Spike: Wesley is a magickal force?
Jess: As close to one as we’ve got.
Loren: Wait, what about Tara? You said she was a Wiccan.
Willow: Yeah, but... Me and Tara kind had a falling out about the magick. I don’t want to... It’s not right for me to ask her.
Buffy: It’s cool, Will. Angel had me assured Loren and Wes were quite the ritual spewing pair.
Loren: Yeah, yeah. I just... If we could get better...
Willow: We can’t. I just wish Xander would (Xander enters with Wesley) would hurry up. Wesley, you up for-
Wesley: Been briefed. So, this is a standard triangluar fold I presume?
Loren: It presents itself like one, but the chanting is Italian rather than Greek. It also is... more complex. It’ll take a great toll on us or (motions to Giles and Angel) them.
Wesley: That’s a price a Price is willing to pay.
Spike: Very clever. Laughing my pants off really.
Wesley: I hear it takes laughter for you to put them back on again, Spike.
Jess: Guys!
Wesley: Sorry, it’s just-
Jess: That was hard to leave open, I know, I know. But unless you want to break my best friend’s heart and allow all of us to suffer from loosing great heroes, get focused.
Wesley: Of course. Focusing.
Willow: (In Italian) Dust to dust, ash to ash. Past to past. Future to future. Paths cross and intersect. Lives run over each other. Crash down these walls. Let safety be damned.
Loren and Wesley repeat Willow word for word. There is a flash or red, blue, and green light all merged together in a vortex of power from Wesley, Loren, and Willow and then it comes out from them and shoots into the mouths of Angel and Giles, snapping the rope and chains in half. It opens their eyes and sends them floating in the air. When they fall down limp, Loren rushes to Angel.
Loren: Angel? Are you all right? Are you Angel? Are you *alive*?
Angel: Loren?
Loren: Yeah, it’s me.
Cut THEME SONG
Angel: I’m so sorry. Where’s Jess?
Loren: It dosen’t matter. Nothing matters. Nothing matters except you.
Angel: Nothing matters except you.
Kissing... Camera turns from the kissing couple to Giles waking up.
Giles: Uggh. I feel like someone hit me over the head with a baseball bat.
Xander: Uh, that would be me.
Giles: Why the bleeding hell did you do that?
Jess: You mean you don’t remember?
Giles: I’m just lucky I can remember who I am.
Buffy: You became young “The-World-Is-Evil-Go-To-Hell-I-Am-All-Powerful-Screw-All-Sorcerror-Dude” Giles.
Giles: How did... Oh... The Anti-Protection Charm. I think we better... Be careful with those...
Willow: Yeah, got that covered, Giles. (Helps him up) What got you so fired?
Giles: Oh, nothing. Nothing. It’s... Taken care of.
Buffy: If you want to have a private life, fine. I can’t say it’ll stay that way for long, but fine, you do whatever you want.
Giles: I was actually cancelling a private life.
Jess: Whatever. I’m just glad... Did it have to do with Taylor? Because them I’m just glad it’s over. She’s too... Taylor for Giles.
Giles: She’s too Taylor for the world.
Spike: I don’t know. Some whores can be sexy.
Jess: Some. Taylor is a whore race apart, Spike.
Giles goes up the stairs first, then Buffy and Willow together and Spike and Jess together.
END SCENE
SCENE SEVEN, “It’s Over Because You Didn’t Kill Me”
Enter in basement, Angel brooding. Loren comes down and he perks up.
Angel: Loren!
Loren: Angel, I’ve got something to tell you.
Angel: Is it... Did something happen?
Loren: Not quite the way you’re thinking, but yeah, something happened.
Angel: What is it? Is it me?
Loren: No, no. It’s me... I don’t have a good way to say this, so... Angel, it’s over.
Angel: Over? But... I thought you loved me...
Loren: I *do*! And that’s why it’s over. You know what happens when you get a momment of true happiness and just a taste of what could happen if... If I let that happen... A taste is enough to know that I can’t risk that. Buffy was right... Sometimes the perfect people aren’t meant to be with anyone...
Angel: But I didn’t! I didn’t... expierence a momment of perfect happiness...
Loren: Yeah, but... Maybe... Maybe that’s another thing. Maybe... Maybe everything is another thing, Angel! All I know, it’s not right to stay like this and wonder if the world might end and you might kill me!
Angel: But I didn’t kill you and the world didn’t end!
Loren: Yeah, but it might.
Angel: Yeah, and Spike might kill Jess, too.
Loren: No. Spike was good even when he was evil. Well, he was good enough. Because he loved Buffy. But you... When you get like that, you’re different. And I can’t let that happen again. I’ve never felt so alone in my entire life, so... It has to be over because you didn’t kill me. You left me all alone.
We exit on a surprised face Angel and a sobbing Loren.
END SCENE
SCENE EIGHT, “Good Night Folks”
Enter in the night club.
Lorne: So, you see... If you don’t watch it... If you don’t love like you mean it, emotions that you kept inside are going to build and build and build. When you lie to yourself, then you’re lying to everyone and when you lie to everyone, you get caught somehow. And sometimes that breaks up couples that we destined and the ones that we wished were broken up a long time ago. So, that’s my story. Judging by the silence, I’m thinking I should have just sung, but... I hope it helped you hearing it as much as it helped me telling it. Good night, folks. Have yourselfs a merry old time. Just remember, life is easier when you live it without having to live it through eighteen people.
THE END
*** The main villians will be introduced in the next episode.
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