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[rudolphofvamps]

It had been six months, ten days, fifteen hours, and thirty-two minutes since Spike had last seen Buffy Summers. He stared down into the amber liquid this hipster bar called beer. It weighed on his heart, and while he knew it was pathetic to count, he found himself ticking the minutes off, and even the seconds, automatically before he could talk

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[cuzitswrong]

Collect calls from overseas were usually one thing these days: Faith and company checking in from the pits of Hellmouth 2.0 in ye olde Cleveland, letting her know how fighting the good fight was going, and ready to exchange jibes about dealing with the latest Slayer gen. So she took the call without even really listening to who it was from, half of her focus on gesturing wildly to Xander off the balcony, trying to catch his attention. She covered the phone with one hand, before shouting down:

"Aim the crossbows away from the building. That goes doubly for agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." He gave her a little salute and a wry smirk and she rolled her eyes and ducked her head back in the window, amusement tinging her tone as she heard the line connect.

"Slayers Incorporated. You name it, we stake it." She figured Faith would like that one.

[rudolphofvamps]

Spike very nearly snorted, though the sound was cut off by the lump in his throat. He took a second to make sure he wouldn't just burst into tears when he went to speak.

"It'd take more than that to keep me down, huh." It came out softer than he'd wanted, and steadier than he'd expected, and he had to keep reminding himself he didn't have to breathe--let alone hyperventilate.

[cuzitswrong]

There was a lot of silence on her end of the phone. Heavy silence that seemed to be particularly icy somehow, before she finally managed to scrabble up some words, her tone very clearly fighting to keep various emotions in check.

There were a lot of them fighting for dominance, at the moment.

"You've got ten seconds to convince me this isn't one really sick joke."

[rudolphofvamps]

Hissing in a breath, he paused. He would always pause everything for Buffy, but right now it means literally stopping in the sidewalk, phone pressed too tightly to his ear.

"It's no joke," he managed, tightly, reminding himself he didn't need to breathe though it never seemed to make any difference. "It's Spike."