You can't have an apocalypse without revelations.

Jul 24, 2008 19:29

Last bit of this segment - more when the muse strikes, I promise!

The Watcher's apartment, Sunnydale.  Shortly after the Watcher's return to consciousness ...

“Ah …” Xander looked down at the stake he was clutching to his breast. “I don’t know,” he admitted, hovering between sheepish embarrassment and mind numbing terror. “Were you … are you … dead?”

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bentleywg July 24 2008, 22:32:57 UTC
Thank you.

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mythichistorian July 25 2008, 16:32:18 UTC
You're welcome. :-)

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antennapedia July 24 2008, 23:28:22 UTC
The more I think about this, the more it makes sense. This is how this particular Time Lord chose to meddle ('cause all the interesting ones end up wanting to meddle...)

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mythichistorian July 25 2008, 16:36:29 UTC
Well, I think, in the Watcher's case, it was his grandmother who chose to meddle. He's just carrying on the family tradition ... *g*

I'm glad it seems to be making sense, though!

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