Duty Bound chapter 12
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Angelus stormed out of the mansion, his ears still ringing from Drusilla’s cries.
‘The watcher took Spike?’ That was certainly unexpected. He was amazed; the old bastard had more balls than he’d given him credit for… ‘But why? What could he possibly want with a crippled vampire? If he thought to get his revenge by doing something to Spike… Well, the idea was almost laughable… Almost. He might not like Spike but the bleached twit was still his, if anyone was going to put his obnoxious grandchilde in the ground— figuratively speaking—it would be him, not some tweed-encrusted stuffed-shirt.’
With a growl, he headed out into the night in search of blood and violence and maybe even a little…distraction... from recent events.
*****
Dinner had been an awkward affair.
Buffy, Giles and Spike had spent the better part of the meal shooting daggers across the table. After complimenting Joyce, Ethan mostly ate in silence; eyes sparkling with mischief as he watched the power plays around him. Joyce and Willow had tried vainly to smooth the way with some light conversation, until eventually Joyce had slammed her fork down in frustration. After pinning first her daughter and then each of the men in turn with a ‘don’t mess with me’ glare she announced that she expected them to remember their manners and behave like adults at her table. After that each had devoted their attention solely to the food in front of them, although the watcher’s nose had wrinkled in disgust when Spike washed down his food with the cup of warm blood that Joyce had set before him.
*****
Spike helped Buffy clear the table and, theoretically at least, do the dishes—not because of any inclination to help, but because it was as good an excuse as any for some more alone time with his mate. He nuzzled her neck while she attempted to ignore him—diligently cleaning an already squeaky-clean plate and trying unsuccessfully to stifle a moan as his lips worked their way down to the juncture of her shoulder.
“Spike, stop it,” Buffy hissed as he gently nipped the skin over her pulse. Dropping the plate back into the soapy water, she turned in his arms to lighten the sting of her words with a soft kiss pressed against his chest. She snuggled further into his embrace, and looking up at him with an apologetic grimace, she continued, “We can’t, ‘kay?”
“Why not?” he asked, forcibly reining in the sudden flare of temper. “I’ve played nice, haven’t I? Haven’t eaten your watcher yet, much as I’d like to. Even drank the pig’s swill your mum served up to me… Not that I don’t appreciate it,” he hastened to add as the slayer’s eyes narrowed. “’S just not natural, love. Drinkin’ dead pigs’ blood… ‘m a vampire. And…” he leant down to capture her lips in a brief but searing kiss, “I seem to recall you mentioning something a whole lot tastier. And infinitely more satisfying,” he added with a leer.
“We can’t,” Buffy repeated, her eyes darting towards the dining room.
“Fine. Whatever you say, Slayer,” he snapped, before softening his tone and adding, “Maybe it’d be best for everyone if I found somewhere else to stay for the duration?”
“You don’t want to stay with me?” Her voice trembled slightly as she added, “Did I do… Is there something wrong?”
“It’s just this… us…” His voice trailed off with a defeated sigh and he turned away, scrubbing at his face in frustration.
“What?” Buffy asked quietly. “What about us, Spike?” she repeated when she continued to get no response. Placing a gentle hand on his arm, she drew his hand away from his face.
He shook his head, smiling sadly as he reached out to cup her cheek. “Doesn’t matter, love. Let’s just get through this bloody crisis,” he nodded in the direction of the dining room and its occupants, “and then we’ll sort it out, yeah?”
When she continued to look worried he stepped closer, drawing her into his arms and dropping a light kiss to her forehead. “Don’t mind me, kitten. ‘M not a patient man and I just want…”
His words trailed off once more, and Buffy felt a knot forming in her belly. Things between them had seemed to be going well and she didn’t understand what had just happened. One minute they had been fine and the next he was all bad-moody vamp and now… now he just looked sad and she decided she’d rather have Mr Cranky Vamp back instead.
“I… I thought things—us—I thought we were okay. Good even.” She tightened her arms, burrowing her face into his chest and breathing deeply, inhaling his scent as she tried to calm the butterflies that were doing a circus act in her stomach. “Spike, please talk to me.”
*****
He was livid.
He dropped the girl’s lifeless body; the stolen blood doing nothing to either slake his thirst or calm the rage that burned within him.
He’d been to the watcher’s flat and, finding it dark and empty, had attempted to let himself in. Obviously the old bastard had recalled his watcher-training since his last visit. No matter. His invitation may have been revoked, but that didn’t mean a thing. He didn’t need to gain entry to find out what he’d gone there to find.
He’d made his way around the outside, inhaling deeply. Spike had definitely been there; his scent, although not fresh, still hung in the air.
It wasn’t until he’d made his way to the upper floor that it had hit him. The scent of sex was almost overpowering, and even through the window the sheets in the spare bedroom were rank with Buffy and Spike’s combined pleasure. With a growl he’d dropped back to the ground, eyes flashing fiercely as he thought of all the ways he would repay his traitorous grandchilde for taking up with the enemy—and for touching his slayer. He may not want the bitch, but there was no way he was going to allow another man to have her, least of all Spike.
*****
Spike raked a hand through his hair, he hadn’t meant to start anything—was happier, in fact, than he could remember being in a long time—but being stuck in a house full of humans and having to be on his best behaviour had quickly worn on his none-too-generous-to-begin-with patience, and his mouth had taken over before his brain’d had the chance to kick in and tell it to shut it.
All he wanted was to snatch his slayer up and disappear into the night with her. By morning they could be miles from the Hellmouth, her friends, Angelus, her watcher and his sodding prophecies. He’d take her somewhere nice, somewhere swish; give her a right proper seeing to and she’d soon forget all about all that sacred duty crap.
Only he knew she wouldn’t. And if he was honest with himself, he was none too sure he’d want her to. Not that he cared one way or the other if there was one more vampire or demon in the world, or if the streets were safe for little old ladies to walk at night; but what she was, what he’d come to admire and love in her, was all wrapped up in who she was—the Slayer. And he knew that if she turned her back on that, deep down she would never be able to forgive herself, or him.
He loved the way she remained valiant against all odds. The way she tried with all she was and then some. Her determination and her courage. No matter what life threw at her, she faced it head on and did her bloody damnedest to beat it down. And it was that determination that was turned on him right now. Her chin lifted bravely as she waited for him to respond.
With a sigh he began, hoping he didn’t dig himself a bigger ditch than the one he was already standing knee deep in, and that he didn’t inadvertently hurt her any more than he had. “You’re my mate, Buffy. And I know that there’s a lot going on, and that the situation isn’t exactly the most ideal, what with us being in your mum’s house with your watcher and all your mates and… I’m trying, love. I’m trying to be patient and not do anything to piss your mum off, or wind the old geezer up, but not being able to hold you when I want… to touch you…” His voice trailed off and he reached out gently to stroke her cheek. “Could set us up with somewhere of our own, love. Don’t want you to think you’ve been saddled with a bum; I‘ve got money, made some right good investments over the years.” At her incredulous look he shrugged and continued, “Getting about costs money, kitten. Can’t always rely on bein’ able to smuggle away somewhere. Besides, why travel tucked away in some smelly ship hold when with a little dosh you can travel in luxury? Point is, I’ve got enough to take care of me an’ mine.”
He leaned in slowly, claiming her lips in a gentle caress. “Can buy us somewhere nice, where we can be alone, not have to worry about anyone walking in…”
“That’s what this is all about? You want to be able to shag whenever you want?” she asked incredulously.
“No! Yes. Well, sort of,” he conceded. “But it’s not just that, I just… Buffy,” he searched her eyes, willing her to see in his own what she meant to him, “you come first with me. Always will. I just want to know that I come…”
Buffy grabbed Spike by the arm, cutting off his words as she dragged him behind her towards the dining room.
“What the hell? Oi, that hurts,” Spike complained, twisting to try to free himself from her grip.
“Stop being such a baby,” Buffy snapped, continuing to pull him in her wake.
Everyone, including her mother, was bent studiously over a book as she dragged the protesting vampire into the dining room, and all heads snapped up at their noisy entrance.
Releasing Spike’s arm, she came to a halt just inside the doorway. “Mom, Giles… everyone.” Buffy looked around the room, meeting each occupant’s startled gaze before moving on to the next. “Spike and I are together. As in ‘a couple’.” She wrapped her arm around the vampire’s waist, drawing him closer to her side. “I’m gonna move down into the basement with him. Mom, if you have a problem with that, I’ll understand and we’ll start looking for of our own place tomorrow. We’re probably gonna need our own house anyway, with the baby and everything.”
Joyce shook her head vehemently, finding the thought of her baby moving away even more distressing than any of the unpleasant and almost incomprehensible revelations of the last few days. “No, Buffy. I don’t have a problem. Well, that’s not entirely true. I can’t say I am happy about this, what mother would be? But I don’t want you leaving. And you’re going to need help with the baby. Spike is welcome to stay, of course. You can do the basement up. We can make a proper apartment down there for the three of you, so you’ll have your privacy, but I’ll still be here… if you need me,” she finished hopefully.
Buffy smiled her thanks, nodding gratefully to her mother and promising silently that they would have a proper mother/daughter talk as soon as circumstances allowed.
With a sigh, she turned her attention to her fiercely glaring pseudo-father for what she knew would be a much harder battle. “Giles, Spike is my mate, and apart from the obvious…we um… I mean he…” She stammered briefly to a halt, turning to glance up at the vampire in question for support before continuing, “Spike will be feeding from me.” She held her hand up to stay her watcher’s protests, waving him back down into his seat and meeting his furious gaze calmly. “He doesn’t take much, and before you start with the accusations and stuff, it was totally my idea. I need him strong. If I’m going to have any chance against Angelus and his minions I need Spike at full strength and he’s not gonna get that way drinking pigs’ blood. Besides, it’s... nice,” she finished quietly, her words accompanied by another flush of heat to her already burning cheeks.
“Buffy, do you have any idea what you are…”
“Yes, actually, I do.” All traces of the embarrassed girl were gone as the Slayer faced down her watcher. “He’s already bitten me, remember—it was your idea. Spike won’t hurt me and he doesn’t take any more than a few mouthfuls, not even enough to make me feel woozy.”
“He’s a vampire,” Giles protested.
“He’s my mate,” Buffy countered. “And even if he did want to hurt me—which he doesn’t—he wouldn’t do it. Giles, Spike and I care about each other, okay? It may not be love—not yet—but it is something. He’s not gonna hurt me, and I’m not gonna stand around and let you, or anyone else, hurt him. So enough with all the macho posturing.” She elbowed Spike sharply in the ribs, turning to smile up at him with faux-sweetness. “You too,” she told him as the smirk died on his face to be replaced by a sulky pout that she refused to let him know was too cute for words.
*****
Xander turned onto Revello Drive, his pulse racing as adrenaline screamed through his veins; his apprehension increasing with each step closer to her door. He stopped and stuffed his hands in his pockets, drying his palms on the lining before bunching them into fists. ‘Okay, you can do this,’ he told himself firmly. ‘How hard can it be?’
He continued walking, scuffing his shoes against the sidewalk with each step. “Buffy,” he started, rehearsing his apology out loud, “what I said was, well, it was unforgivable, but I’d be really grateful if you’d forgive me anyway… Gah. No! Too glib,” he growled to himself. “Okay, okay, calm down, you can do this. Nice deep breath,” he took his own advice before continuing, “and just try again… Buffy, I’m sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. If I could turn back time… Oh, yeah, right… just start quoting Cher at her, that’s really gonna work.”
“Sounds like someone’s out of favour. What’s wrong, did they finally realise what a deadweight you are and cut you loose?”
“Angel!” Xander’s racing heart kicked it up a notch as he glanced between the leather-encased sneering vampire in his path and the sanctuary of Buffy’s house only two doors down the street, trying to gauge the distance and weighing his chances. “I… um… I love the new look,” he offered, inching his way sideways before dashing past the vampire.
His discomfort forgotten, he bolted desperately for safety; laughter sounded from behind him, and a gleeful voice proclaimed, “I love it when they run!”
‘The watcher took Spike?’ That was certainly unexpected. He was amazed; the old bastard had more balls than he’d given him credit for… ‘But why? What could he possibly want with a crippled vampire? If he thought to get his revenge by doing something to Spike… Well, the idea was almost laughable… Almost. He might not like Spike but the bleached twit was still his, if anyone was going to put his obnoxious grandchilde in the ground— figuratively speaking—it would be him, not some tweed-encrusted stuffed-shirt.’
With a growl, he headed out into the night in search of blood and violence and maybe even a little…distraction... from recent events.
*****
Dinner had been an awkward affair.
Buffy, Giles and Spike had spent the better part of the meal shooting daggers across the table. After complimenting Joyce, Ethan mostly ate in silence; eyes sparkling with mischief as he watched the power plays around him. Joyce and Willow had tried vainly to smooth the way with some light conversation, until eventually Joyce had slammed her fork down in frustration. After pinning first her daughter and then each of the men in turn with a ‘don’t mess with me’ glare she announced that she expected them to remember their manners and behave like adults at her table. After that each had devoted their attention solely to the food in front of them, although the watcher’s nose had wrinkled in disgust when Spike washed down his food with the cup of warm blood that Joyce had set before him.
*****
Spike helped Buffy clear the table and, theoretically at least, do the dishes—not because of any inclination to help, but because it was as good an excuse as any for some more alone time with his mate. He nuzzled her neck while she attempted to ignore him—diligently cleaning an already squeaky-clean plate and trying unsuccessfully to stifle a moan as his lips worked their way down to the juncture of her shoulder.
“Spike, stop it,” Buffy hissed as he gently nipped the skin over her pulse. Dropping the plate back into the soapy water, she turned in his arms to lighten the sting of her words with a soft kiss pressed against his chest. She snuggled further into his embrace, and looking up at him with an apologetic grimace, she continued, “We can’t, ‘kay?”
“Why not?” he asked, forcibly reining in the sudden flare of temper. “I’ve played nice, haven’t I? Haven’t eaten your watcher yet, much as I’d like to. Even drank the pig’s swill your mum served up to me… Not that I don’t appreciate it,” he hastened to add as the slayer’s eyes narrowed. “’S just not natural, love. Drinkin’ dead pigs’ blood… ‘m a vampire. And…” he leant down to capture her lips in a brief but searing kiss, “I seem to recall you mentioning something a whole lot tastier. And infinitely more satisfying,” he added with a leer.
“We can’t,” Buffy repeated, her eyes darting towards the dining room.
“Fine. Whatever you say, Slayer,” he snapped, before softening his tone and adding, “Maybe it’d be best for everyone if I found somewhere else to stay for the duration?”
“You don’t want to stay with me?” Her voice trembled slightly as she added, “Did I do… Is there something wrong?”
“It’s just this… us…” His voice trailed off with a defeated sigh and he turned away, scrubbing at his face in frustration.
“What?” Buffy asked quietly. “What about us, Spike?” she repeated when she continued to get no response. Placing a gentle hand on his arm, she drew his hand away from his face.
He shook his head, smiling sadly as he reached out to cup her cheek. “Doesn’t matter, love. Let’s just get through this bloody crisis,” he nodded in the direction of the dining room and its occupants, “and then we’ll sort it out, yeah?”
When she continued to look worried he stepped closer, drawing her into his arms and dropping a light kiss to her forehead. “Don’t mind me, kitten. ‘M not a patient man and I just want…”
His words trailed off once more, and Buffy felt a knot forming in her belly. Things between them had seemed to be going well and she didn’t understand what had just happened. One minute they had been fine and the next he was all bad-moody vamp and now… now he just looked sad and she decided she’d rather have Mr Cranky Vamp back instead.
“I… I thought things—us—I thought we were okay. Good even.” She tightened her arms, burrowing her face into his chest and breathing deeply, inhaling his scent as she tried to calm the butterflies that were doing a circus act in her stomach. “Spike, please talk to me.”
*****
He was livid.
He dropped the girl’s lifeless body; the stolen blood doing nothing to either slake his thirst or calm the rage that burned within him.
He’d been to the watcher’s flat and, finding it dark and empty, had attempted to let himself in. Obviously the old bastard had recalled his watcher-training since his last visit. No matter. His invitation may have been revoked, but that didn’t mean a thing. He didn’t need to gain entry to find out what he’d gone there to find.
He’d made his way around the outside, inhaling deeply. Spike had definitely been there; his scent, although not fresh, still hung in the air.
It wasn’t until he’d made his way to the upper floor that it had hit him. The scent of sex was almost overpowering, and even through the window the sheets in the spare bedroom were rank with Buffy and Spike’s combined pleasure. With a growl he’d dropped back to the ground, eyes flashing fiercely as he thought of all the ways he would repay his traitorous grandchilde for taking up with the enemy—and for touching his slayer. He may not want the bitch, but there was no way he was going to allow another man to have her, least of all Spike.
*****
Spike raked a hand through his hair, he hadn’t meant to start anything—was happier, in fact, than he could remember being in a long time—but being stuck in a house full of humans and having to be on his best behaviour had quickly worn on his none-too-generous-to-begin-with patience, and his mouth had taken over before his brain’d had the chance to kick in and tell it to shut it.
All he wanted was to snatch his slayer up and disappear into the night with her. By morning they could be miles from the Hellmouth, her friends, Angelus, her watcher and his sodding prophecies. He’d take her somewhere nice, somewhere swish; give her a right proper seeing to and she’d soon forget all about all that sacred duty crap.
Only he knew she wouldn’t. And if he was honest with himself, he was none too sure he’d want her to. Not that he cared one way or the other if there was one more vampire or demon in the world, or if the streets were safe for little old ladies to walk at night; but what she was, what he’d come to admire and love in her, was all wrapped up in who she was—the Slayer. And he knew that if she turned her back on that, deep down she would never be able to forgive herself, or him.
He loved the way she remained valiant against all odds. The way she tried with all she was and then some. Her determination and her courage. No matter what life threw at her, she faced it head on and did her bloody damnedest to beat it down. And it was that determination that was turned on him right now. Her chin lifted bravely as she waited for him to respond.
With a sigh he began, hoping he didn’t dig himself a bigger ditch than the one he was already standing knee deep in, and that he didn’t inadvertently hurt her any more than he had. “You’re my mate, Buffy. And I know that there’s a lot going on, and that the situation isn’t exactly the most ideal, what with us being in your mum’s house with your watcher and all your mates and… I’m trying, love. I’m trying to be patient and not do anything to piss your mum off, or wind the old geezer up, but not being able to hold you when I want… to touch you…” His voice trailed off and he reached out gently to stroke her cheek. “Could set us up with somewhere of our own, love. Don’t want you to think you’ve been saddled with a bum; I‘ve got money, made some right good investments over the years.” At her incredulous look he shrugged and continued, “Getting about costs money, kitten. Can’t always rely on bein’ able to smuggle away somewhere. Besides, why travel tucked away in some smelly ship hold when with a little dosh you can travel in luxury? Point is, I’ve got enough to take care of me an’ mine.”
He leaned in slowly, claiming her lips in a gentle caress. “Can buy us somewhere nice, where we can be alone, not have to worry about anyone walking in…”
“That’s what this is all about? You want to be able to shag whenever you want?” she asked incredulously.
“No! Yes. Well, sort of,” he conceded. “But it’s not just that, I just… Buffy,” he searched her eyes, willing her to see in his own what she meant to him, “you come first with me. Always will. I just want to know that I come…”
Buffy grabbed Spike by the arm, cutting off his words as she dragged him behind her towards the dining room.
“What the hell? Oi, that hurts,” Spike complained, twisting to try to free himself from her grip.
“Stop being such a baby,” Buffy snapped, continuing to pull him in her wake.
Everyone, including her mother, was bent studiously over a book as she dragged the protesting vampire into the dining room, and all heads snapped up at their noisy entrance.
Releasing Spike’s arm, she came to a halt just inside the doorway. “Mom, Giles… everyone.” Buffy looked around the room, meeting each occupant’s startled gaze before moving on to the next. “Spike and I are together. As in ‘a couple’.” She wrapped her arm around the vampire’s waist, drawing him closer to her side. “I’m gonna move down into the basement with him. Mom, if you have a problem with that, I’ll understand and we’ll start looking for of our own place tomorrow. We’re probably gonna need our own house anyway, with the baby and everything.”
Joyce shook her head vehemently, finding the thought of her baby moving away even more distressing than any of the unpleasant and almost incomprehensible revelations of the last few days. “No, Buffy. I don’t have a problem. Well, that’s not entirely true. I can’t say I am happy about this, what mother would be? But I don’t want you leaving. And you’re going to need help with the baby. Spike is welcome to stay, of course. You can do the basement up. We can make a proper apartment down there for the three of you, so you’ll have your privacy, but I’ll still be here… if you need me,” she finished hopefully.
Buffy smiled her thanks, nodding gratefully to her mother and promising silently that they would have a proper mother/daughter talk as soon as circumstances allowed.
With a sigh, she turned her attention to her fiercely glaring pseudo-father for what she knew would be a much harder battle. “Giles, Spike is my mate, and apart from the obvious…we um… I mean he…” She stammered briefly to a halt, turning to glance up at the vampire in question for support before continuing, “Spike will be feeding from me.” She held her hand up to stay her watcher’s protests, waving him back down into his seat and meeting his furious gaze calmly. “He doesn’t take much, and before you start with the accusations and stuff, it was totally my idea. I need him strong. If I’m going to have any chance against Angelus and his minions I need Spike at full strength and he’s not gonna get that way drinking pigs’ blood. Besides, it’s... nice,” she finished quietly, her words accompanied by another flush of heat to her already burning cheeks.
“Buffy, do you have any idea what you are…”
“Yes, actually, I do.” All traces of the embarrassed girl were gone as the Slayer faced down her watcher. “He’s already bitten me, remember—it was your idea. Spike won’t hurt me and he doesn’t take any more than a few mouthfuls, not even enough to make me feel woozy.”
“He’s a vampire,” Giles protested.
“He’s my mate,” Buffy countered. “And even if he did want to hurt me—which he doesn’t—he wouldn’t do it. Giles, Spike and I care about each other, okay? It may not be love—not yet—but it is something. He’s not gonna hurt me, and I’m not gonna stand around and let you, or anyone else, hurt him. So enough with all the macho posturing.” She elbowed Spike sharply in the ribs, turning to smile up at him with faux-sweetness. “You too,” she told him as the smirk died on his face to be replaced by a sulky pout that she refused to let him know was too cute for words.
*****
Xander turned onto Revello Drive, his pulse racing as adrenaline screamed through his veins; his apprehension increasing with each step closer to her door. He stopped and stuffed his hands in his pockets, drying his palms on the lining before bunching them into fists. ‘Okay, you can do this,’ he told himself firmly. ‘How hard can it be?’
He continued walking, scuffing his shoes against the sidewalk with each step. “Buffy,” he started, rehearsing his apology out loud, “what I said was, well, it was unforgivable, but I’d be really grateful if you’d forgive me anyway… Gah. No! Too glib,” he growled to himself. “Okay, okay, calm down, you can do this. Nice deep breath,” he took his own advice before continuing, “and just try again… Buffy, I’m sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. If I could turn back time… Oh, yeah, right… just start quoting Cher at her, that’s really gonna work.”
“Sounds like someone’s out of favour. What’s wrong, did they finally realise what a deadweight you are and cut you loose?”
“Angel!” Xander’s racing heart kicked it up a notch as he glanced between the leather-encased sneering vampire in his path and the sanctuary of Buffy’s house only two doors down the street, trying to gauge the distance and weighing his chances. “I… um… I love the new look,” he offered, inching his way sideways before dashing past the vampire.
His discomfort forgotten, he bolted desperately for safety; laughter sounded from behind him, and a gleeful voice proclaimed, “I love it when they run!”
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Date: 7/5/07 03:00 am (UTC)and omg poor Xander! Even when he finally comes around he can't catch a break...
*hopes he gets away!*
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Date: 7/5/07 03:08 am (UTC)Typical Angel attitude towards Buffy, with or without a soul , he might not want her but he doesn't want anyone else to have her.
I may not like Xander but I really hope he gets away.
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Date: 7/5/07 04:02 am (UTC)I think that is more Angel's attitude toward anyone and anything that he considers to be his.
Xander might get away...depends on whether he can outrun a vamp? *wink*
Thank you for reading and reviewing!
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Date: 7/5/07 04:04 am (UTC)Thanks, sweetie!
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Date: 7/5/07 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 7/5/07 06:16 am (UTC)I'm glad you are enjoying it--I have a weakness for season 2 fics and when BSB posted this challenge I just couldn't resist it. Giles and Ethan are so much fun to write, and I'm really enjoying giving them a whole reasonably-fleshed-out history of their own.
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Date: 7/5/07 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 8/5/07 09:34 pm (UTC)LOL... I did post chap 11 about 3 weeks ago, but it looks like a few people missed that one going up.
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Date: 10/5/07 03:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 11/5/07 12:18 pm (UTC)LOL...I think we can count on Ethan to continue to be... Ethan!
Duty Bound chapter 12
Oh that was Spike's problem (his worry): He wanted to know where he stands. Loved Buffy coming forward and tell :) So they'll stay at the house for now with their own apartment soon. Sounds good for now. :)
Oh and Xander has bad luck at the moment. I hope he's near enough the house otherwise Angelus will get him...
Looking forward to more; hopefully reading sooner then.