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Monday, June 27th, 2005 09:41 pm



"Nice little...mice. Little fluffy pink mice. Dice! Maybe - maybe I've got some cheese somewhere?"

"Willow - what on earth -?" Wesley felt an unaccustomed surge of - irritation. *Doing magic in my house - uninvited - who in hell does she -*

"Oh, great," Gunn mumbled, gripping his cane a little tighter - lifting the poker. "We've got Destructo Girl in the house."



"Giles! Why are you here? Is everybody okay? Is Dawn okay and Buffy? Nobody's hurt, are they? I mean, why else would you just show up unannounced at our house unless somebody was -"

"Xander. Stop," Giles said, holding up his hand - then moving it back to his forehead. "Everyone is fine, I promise. I was...concerned for your welfare, actually."

"I'm fine. Fit as a really fit fiddle."

Giles looked him over - "I think you'll find not everyone will agree with you."



"Good Christ! Have you all gone completely fucking barking?"

"Buffy, that's my foot!"

Buffy shuffled off Xander's foot with a step-hop and guiltily tucked Mr. Pointy back into her coat. "Not...completely fucking barking." She bit a fingernail, looking harried, looking from Spike to Xander, looking...over her shoulder.

Xander sagged against a porch column. "Who else is coming?"

"Nobody. Can I come in? We should probably get to bed. A sleepy Slayer is not a perky Slayer and airplane air is really - fuck."

"God Buffy! As if I didn't already have the address!"

"Dawn, I told you to go home!"



"Okay. You're here. You're all here. Why are you here?"

"We're here to -" Buffy looked confused. "Save someone. You or Willow...whoever needs saving. Or maybe Giles."

"Me," Wesley muttered and drained a scalding cup of tea. Then he poured himself another.



Connor shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, overnight back over his shoulder, hair scraped back into a messy tail and the foyer fell silent around him. "Uh...bad time?"



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