Conversations About Dead People, Ch.15
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caty_didSet right after Giles and Xander take Spike back to his crypt in Intervention.
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Sunnydale, 2001
Xander clicked his seatbelt into place and turned towards Giles.
“Are we doing the right thing?”
Giles started the car and backed into the street before responding. “What, you mean by leaving Spike alive for the time being?”
“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong; I’m totally on board. But that’s mostly because, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I honestly don’t think I could put a stake in him right now. It just seems cruel.”
Giles sighed. “It is rather difficult to wish more pain on him at the moment, isn’t it?”
Xander shook his head. “Boy. I never thought I’d see the day when I felt bad for Spike.” Giles smiled. “But if he told Glory about Dawn…”
“If he’s told Glory about Dawn, there will be no lack of volunteers to do him in. Hurt or no. But the fact that he was still alive when we arrived on the scene, would seem to suggest that he hadn’t given her what she was after.”
Xander stared, unseeing, out of the window. “I just wish we’d been able to get more out of him.”
“Yes, me too. Though it’s questionable whether he would have told us the truth, even if he had been less incoherent. Were you able to understand anything?”
Xander shrugged. “I though he said something about Bob Barker, but that doesn’t seem right. And, um,” he looked away from Giles, “I heard Buffy’s name a lot.”
“As did I. I think we’ll have to leave it up to her, to decide what to do about him.”
“What do you think she’ll do?”
Giles deliberately avoided looking at Xander as he replied, “I really don’t know. I’ve given up on ever understanding the way she thinks when it comes to Spike.”
A smile tugged at Xander’s mouth. “Tell me about it.”
Giles frowned and continued. “But even if he somehow managed to stay quiet about the Key, he still has to contend with her over that blasted robot.”
Xander cringed. “I’ll probably spend the rest of my life trying to block out that particular memory.”
Giles chuckled, as they parked alongside the Magic Box.
Xander stood on the sidewalk, waiting, and when Giles rounded the car he met his eyes. “In all seriousness though Giles. Do you think she can get him to talk?”
“Honestly? I think that if anyone in the world could get him to tell the truth, it would be her.”
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Sunnydale, 2001
Xander clicked his seatbelt into place and turned towards Giles.
“Are we doing the right thing?”
Giles started the car and backed into the street before responding. “What, you mean by leaving Spike alive for the time being?”
“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong; I’m totally on board. But that’s mostly because, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I honestly don’t think I could put a stake in him right now. It just seems cruel.”
Giles sighed. “It is rather difficult to wish more pain on him at the moment, isn’t it?”
Xander shook his head. “Boy. I never thought I’d see the day when I felt bad for Spike.” Giles smiled. “But if he told Glory about Dawn…”
“If he’s told Glory about Dawn, there will be no lack of volunteers to do him in. Hurt or no. But the fact that he was still alive when we arrived on the scene, would seem to suggest that he hadn’t given her what she was after.”
Xander stared, unseeing, out of the window. “I just wish we’d been able to get more out of him.”
“Yes, me too. Though it’s questionable whether he would have told us the truth, even if he had been less incoherent. Were you able to understand anything?”
Xander shrugged. “I though he said something about Bob Barker, but that doesn’t seem right. And, um,” he looked away from Giles, “I heard Buffy’s name a lot.”
“As did I. I think we’ll have to leave it up to her, to decide what to do about him.”
“What do you think she’ll do?”
Giles deliberately avoided looking at Xander as he replied, “I really don’t know. I’ve given up on ever understanding the way she thinks when it comes to Spike.”
A smile tugged at Xander’s mouth. “Tell me about it.”
Giles frowned and continued. “But even if he somehow managed to stay quiet about the Key, he still has to contend with her over that blasted robot.”
Xander cringed. “I’ll probably spend the rest of my life trying to block out that particular memory.”
Giles chuckled, as they parked alongside the Magic Box.
Xander stood on the sidewalk, waiting, and when Giles rounded the car he met his eyes. “In all seriousness though Giles. Do you think she can get him to talk?”
“Honestly? I think that if anyone in the world could get him to tell the truth, it would be her.”
