Willow and Xander kept watch over Buffy, having relieved Giles from his twenty-hour vigil to get some food and, possibly, sleep, although none of them were particularly enthusiastic on the concept of sleep at the moment.
“I just wish there was something we could do,” Willow said softly.
“We are doing something,” Xander reminded her. “We’re making sure she doesn’t dehydrate or bleed to death.”
Willow sighed. “Oh... you know what I mean, Xander! Giles even found a way to break the spell, involving another spell, but then...”
Xander’s expression hardened. “But then you decided that you couldn’t use it because it was too dangerous!”
She scowled, not wanting to get caught in this argument again. “Xander, maybe you couldn’t tell that it was killing you, but it was! You weren’t breathing, your heart had stopped, and you thought that it wasn’t too dangerous? What good would you be to Buffy dead?”
He slumped back into his seat, dejected. “I know,” he muttered. “But I still think we gave up on the spell too soon.”
Willow sighed. “It wasn’t just you, Xander. The spell induces complete paralysis. Nobody could survive it.”
Xander gave her an inscrutable look from underneath his bangs. “Lesyaareyed,” he muttered under his breath.
She gave him a sharp look. “What did you say, Xander?”
“I said, ‘Unless you’re already dead’,” he repeated loudly.
For a moment, she stared at him uncomprehendingly, but then her face lit up in comprehension. “Spike! Spike could do it!” she exclaimed. A plan of action decided, she scrambled to her feet, then paused, frowning. “Except for that thing...”
“Where he’s out of town for the month,” Xander finished for her, “even if we could convince him to take the risk.”
Re: Why change a winning formula?
Date: 2007-07-24 02:13 am (UTC)Willow and Xander kept watch over Buffy, having relieved Giles from his twenty-hour vigil to get some food and, possibly, sleep, although none of them were particularly enthusiastic on the concept of sleep at the moment.
“I just wish there was something we could do,” Willow said softly.
“We are doing something,” Xander reminded her. “We’re making sure she doesn’t dehydrate or bleed to death.”
Willow sighed. “Oh... you know what I mean, Xander! Giles even found a way to break the spell, involving another spell, but then...”
Xander’s expression hardened. “But then you decided that you couldn’t use it because it was too dangerous!”
She scowled, not wanting to get caught in this argument again. “Xander, maybe you couldn’t tell that it was killing you, but it was! You weren’t breathing, your heart had stopped, and you thought that it wasn’t too dangerous? What good would you be to Buffy dead?”
He slumped back into his seat, dejected. “I know,” he muttered. “But I still think we gave up on the spell too soon.”
Willow sighed. “It wasn’t just you, Xander. The spell induces complete paralysis. Nobody could survive it.”
Xander gave her an inscrutable look from underneath his bangs. “Lesyaareyed,” he muttered under his breath.
She gave him a sharp look. “What did you say, Xander?”
“I said, ‘Unless you’re already dead’,” he repeated loudly.
For a moment, she stared at him uncomprehendingly, but then her face lit up in comprehension. “Spike! Spike could do it!” she exclaimed. A plan of action decided, she scrambled to her feet, then paused, frowning. “Except for that thing...”
“Where he’s out of town for the month,” Xander finished for her, “even if we could convince him to take the risk.”