It's all fun and games....

[dynamo_ofaction]

Sometimes I hate them. But most times I just envy them. I got a glimpse of thier charmed lives, the danger, the fighting, the drama. They'll never know what it's like to be worth nothing at all. To be average, and chubby...and short. It's not like I don't know those things, I know. I knew I could never fit in with Buffy and her friends, or Cordelia

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[_ripper_giles]

As I'm pouring over my books, I hear someone on the steps. I don't want the interruption of having to get up to get the door. Before they even knock, I shout an irritated, "Come in. It's open."

I don't even look up to see if they enter, or who it is. I know there must be something in my books to bring her back. I have to be careful to avoid dangerous side-effects though. It would be catastrophic if she awoke as a zombie or still convinced that she was having a hallucination.

A short passage catches my eye. It's not in a language I read fluently, but I recognize one phrase, "Sleep Like Death." Ah yes, this may be something.

[dynamo_ofaction]

I push the door open a little and stick my head in. For a couple seconds I think real seriously about bolting and running back to Warren and Andrew and pretending I never did this. But I can't...because who knows what'll happen if I do that.

Either way I'm scared. Freakin' petrified is more like it.

I push myself through the doorway and as I do I stumble over the rug in the entryway and give a little yell as I faceplant into the carpet. I push myself up as quick as I can, tripping over my feet a few times before I get it right and wrinkling my nose a little as dull pain throbs through my limbs where my body hit the linoleum. Very smooth...

"Ow..."

[_ripper_giles]

By the time I hear the commotion in the entryway, I had already forgotten that I someone was at the door. The "Sleep Like Death" passage in the text only had two other words that I recognized. One translates as either 'eternal' or 'shrub.' I'm pretty sure it's 'eternal' based on context, but you never know. The other is 'ambition.' What I really need is someone else with expertise in these old languages. Honestly, who ever thought I'd be wishing Wesley was here.

The thump and subsequent moan from the entryway brings me out of my contemplation. I look up to see just about the last person I would have expected.

"Jonathan?" I stand and walk over to the door, helping him up. "What on earth are you doing here?" I turn to walk back into the living room, assuming Jonathan will follow, when I hear yet another noise outside the front door.