a/n—just to let you know, I won’t be writing anything for a while after this for three reasons
1: my best friend’s mom died during a surgery to get the baby that she miscarried, out of her
2: mid-terms
3: skiing trip
About the first one… my best friend is absolutely distraught and I’m just trying to be there for her since this is obviously a really hard time for her. I mean, she’s lost both her little sister and her mother in the same day and it’s just… I’m crying thinking about it.
Can… you pray for her or something?
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(scene opens up close behind a long leather duster, swishing behind a pair of boots. Shot moves to front and pans up slowly, revealing Buffy, holding the makeshift stake from her hotel room. The stake is held in her left hand, where her ring is glittering)
BUFFY: (to herself) OK, Buffy. You can do this; patrol without him. Just…be calm. Be ready.
(Her head turns to the side when she hears rustling. She lifts her stake, standing still before suddenly turning as a vamp jumps out of a bush, impaling itself on her stake)
BUFFY: (staring at dust in disbelief) He just practically committed suicide! Did you see-
(she turns, as if expecting someone to be there. Shot moves closer to her face as her eyes water)
BUFFY: (softly) Right.
(suddenly, something charges her and knocks her down)
BLACKOUT
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LA – WOLFRAM AND HART
(opens up to SPIKE, with HARMONY clinging to him)
HARMONY: Blondie bear, what are you doing here? (she pulls back, frowning) And why are you all…dirty? (she steps away from him, horrified, and begins to check her outfit) I swear, if you got dirt on my sweater-
(Spike cuts her off by placing his hand over her mouth, stopping her words)
SPIKE: (to Angel, eyebrow raised) Harmony? You hired…Harmony?
ANGEL: I didn’t hire her. I don’t get to do anything.
FRED: Actually, you’re the boss, so you kind of do everything.
(Angel sighs in disgust and pushes into his desk, leaning his head in his hands)
ANGEL: (pained) Harmony, leave.
HARMONY: But boss-man…
ANGEL: Leave.
(Harmony walks out, muttering under her breath)
ANGEL: Fred, why exactly did you bring… him?
(Fred and Spike look at each other before Fred answers)
FRED: Well… he asked for a ride, so I gave him one.
(Angel lifts his head and stares at her incredulously)
ANGEL: Do you normally give rides to vampires or is this a special occasion?
(Fred and Spike exchange another look, one that Angel notices)
ANGEL: Am I missing something or—
(He cuts off, standing up and walking over to Spike. He stares him in the eyes for a few seconds)
ANGEL: (solemnly) You’re human.
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HOTEL SUITE—NIGHT
(Dawn opens up the door to her and Buffy’s room)
DAWN: Hey sis, wanna go… (takes a look around and notices the empty room) …out… ? Buffy? Buffy? (under her breath) Shit. (Louder) Giles! We’ve got a problem!
(Giles walks into the room, looking dazedly down at a cordless hotel room phone in his hand)
GILES: (softly) I do believe we do, Dawn. (he looks up at her) That was the hospital. A couple walking through the park found Buffy… severely beaten and bleeding profusely. They… they took her to the ER. (he swallows, attempting to regain his composure) They seem to have known our location…Buffy had a hotel napkin in her pocket, along with her ID.
DAWN: (in a choked voice) Giles, what’s wrong with her?
(the shot changes to Buffy in a hospital gurney, bruised and unconscious)
GILES OS: She has a subdural hematoma... a deep bruise and swelling on the brain... and it's… it’s put her into a coma.
BLACKOUT
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MOTEL—NIGHT
(shot opens up, showing a motel room. Shot moves inside to the bedroom, revealing Xander hunched over a map of LA. Willow appears behind him, dressed in pajamas)
WILLOW: Did you find anything?
(Xander sighs and drops his pen, turning to face her)
XANDER: Yeah… a whole bunch of anythings. Or would that be a whole bunch of somethings?
WILLOW: Still no luck finding Mr. I-Move-Without-Telling-People man? (she frowns) that was a mouthful.
XANDER: No luck, but I didn’t manage to have an interesting conversation with a man named Dana. (Willow smiles) But seriously, Wills. LA is like one giant haystack.
(Willow sits down on one of the beds)
WILLOW: (understanding what Xander’s saying) Where’s the needle?
(there’s a beat, and then Willow’s cell pone rings. She brabs it off the table side and looks at who it is)
WILLOW: That’s funny.
XANDER: Who is it?
WILLOW: It’s Giles.
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WOLFRAM AND HART
(Angel is sitting at his desk, fingers threaded through his hair. Spike is sitting in a leather chair, staring outside. Fred is leaning against Angel’s desk)
ANGEL: I can’t believe you got it.
SPIKE: (bored) Will you get over it? I got the bloody Sham-poo, and you didn’t. Can I leave?
FRED: It’s Shan-shu, Spike, and you can’t leave. We have to test you and find out why you’re back.
(Spike stands up and heads for the door)
SPIKE: I’m not bloody being tested, I’m back because I sodding saved the world, and the Grand Poofter can go bugger his hair gel.
(His hand is on the door when the phone rings and Angel picks it up)
ANGEL: Hello? (beat) Giles?
(Spike turns around and comes to stand next to Fred, staring down at Angel)
ANGEL: Rupert, slow down… (beat) What’s wrong with her? (beat, then Angel drops his head into his hand) Oh god…
FRED: (alarmed) Angel? Angel?
SPIKE: Mate, what’s wrong?
BLACKOUT
ANGEL OS: Oh, god, no…
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