"Er yes," Giles put up a hand to forestall a continuation of
"And it doesn't look bright!" cracked Dawn, laughing at her own joke. "It looks cold and wet, mostly, hey, get it? Get it?"
"Yeah Dawnie," smiled
"It's getting late," Giles glanced up at the clock and back across the table at them. "Let's call it a night and make sure to get lots of rest and then we can sort out any relevant details tomorrow. God, this reminds me of that deplorable musical-making demon. Well at any rate, good work, all. It seems the disast
er has been averted.”
"Yay us," said
"No disaster is good," agreed
"No death," mumbled Buffy somewhat wistfully. The others started a little and gave each other worried looks over her downcast head.
"Well, yes, tomorrow," suggested Giles, rising and starting to lock up.
Resurrection.
Spike.
Apathy.
Suicidal Tendencies.
The Prophecy.
The Force Of Goodness.
The Magick Woman.
The Future.
What would it hold? She grasped
FINIS
FOR NOW
TBC IN 2ND FF IN SERIES, ‘Raging Torrent’
...and that fanfic should be rated NC17 for that title alone *lmao*