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Fic: Wish You Were Here: Chapter 3
Jul. 15th, 2007 09:53 pmThe third chapter of my entry for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kellyhk and cindermom's Welcome Back to the Hellmouth Ficathon. Written for elsaf. Story requests will be given at the end of the last chapter.
Hugs and smooches toflurblewig and yourlibrarian for betaing.
Previous chapters here.
Title: Wish You Were Here
Setting: Post-Not Fade Away
Rating: PG
Word count: 2368 (this part)
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.
Chapter 3 of 6
Spike wasn’t really in any condition to resist her suggestion that he come with. Of course, this being the Spike of yesteryear, that didn’t stop him from trying. Buffy crouched in front of him with her elbows resting on her knees, leaned her forehead against her steepled fingers, and summoned up her remaining reserves of patience.
“Spike,” she said, measuring out each word calmly and reasonably, “I can’t just leave you here. I know where here is now, but technically it shouldn’t really even be at all. We may need each other to find out what’s going on and our way back to the wheres we were, and we’re not going to get anywhere sitting here in this alley.” She peered over her hands to gauge his reaction; somehow, he was managing to look obstinate and semi-comatose at the same time. ( Clicky )
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The next chapter will be a lot of fun to write, but may appear at its own arthritic tortoise pace because: Harry Potter in FIVE DAYS!!! ::rubs hands in anticipatory glee::
kellyhk and cindermom's Welcome Back to the Hellmouth Ficathon. Written for elsaf. Story requests will be given at the end of the last chapter.Hugs and smooches to
flurblewig and yourlibrarian for betaing. Previous chapters here.
Title: Wish You Were Here
Setting: Post-Not Fade Away
Rating: PG
Word count: 2368 (this part)
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.
Chapter 3 of 6
Spike wasn’t really in any condition to resist her suggestion that he come with. Of course, this being the Spike of yesteryear, that didn’t stop him from trying. Buffy crouched in front of him with her elbows resting on her knees, leaned her forehead against her steepled fingers, and summoned up her remaining reserves of patience.
“Spike,” she said, measuring out each word calmly and reasonably, “I can’t just leave you here. I know where here is now, but technically it shouldn’t really even be at all. We may need each other to find out what’s going on and our way back to the wheres we were, and we’re not going to get anywhere sitting here in this alley.” She peered over her hands to gauge his reaction; somehow, he was managing to look obstinate and semi-comatose at the same time. ( Clicky )
The next chapter will be a lot of fun to write, but may appear at its own arthritic tortoise pace because: Harry Potter in FIVE DAYS!!! ::rubs hands in anticipatory glee::
