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Summary: It took Reaper to get me out of semi-retirement. Think of it; the Devil, Buffy, escaped souls. What more could you ask for? Well, except for it to be good...

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Television > ReaperMsBrooklynFR1821,890061,9629 Dec 079 Dec 07No

How Many Days Does It Take to Stop an Apocalypse?

Chapter 2


“It’s cloudy for an average of 201 days each year.”

Buffy Summers rolled her eyes skywards and caught Dawn’s glance in the rear view mirror. Xander was keeping his focus on the road but his lips were twitching. Dawn had been peppering them with not-so-fun-facts about Seattle for nearly an hour. “The sun’s shining and it’s 55 degrees, which is a lot warmer than Detroit was so stop complaining.”

“It’s my winter break and I can complain if I want to,” Dawn Summers said, folding her arms across her chest. “I could have gone on the class ski trip--”

“And missed out on visiting Seattle?” Buffy turned around in her seat to look at Dawn. “Home of Starbucks, weird demonic energy, and bizarre deaths. Without a Hellmouth, I might add. How could a ski trip possibly compare to that?”

“Aside from the potential for, you know, fun?”

Buffy’s smile faltered. “I was kind of thinking this might be our last chance to stop an apocalypse before you went away to college. Who knows if the next big bad is going to wait til you’re home on break from Harvard.”

“Harvard? You think Oxford’s gonna reject me?” Dawn asked, looking hurt.

“Oxford?” Buffy echoed. Even though Dawn probably meant it as a joke, Buffy’s mind started racing. Maybe she could convince Giles to keep an eye on Dawn, and there were all sorts of evil things over in Europe that probably needed to be taken out by a Slayer. Maybe Faith could keep an eye on the Slayers in Detroit. Maybe –

“Gotcha.”

Buffy frowned slightly. “You weren’t joking. You’re really thinking of going.”

“I can’t be research girl for the rest of my life, Buffy. Well, I can but it would be so much better with a degree in history and a minor in languages. I can’t get that kind of education in Detroit. So, well, Giles and I talked about Oxford.”

“You…you talked to Giles about this?” And not me, she added silently.

“Just a little bit,” Dawn said, quickly. “Not in a lot of detail. Just about the history and language thing.” Her eyes met Buffy’s. “Someone is going to have to take over for Giles eventually.”

“So, you’ll come back.” Buffy turned around and sank back into her seat feeling all kinds of relief. She exchanged a quick glance with Xander who was being far too quiet.

“I guess. I mean it’s a little early to be planning out the rest of my life.” Dawn leaned forward and squeezed Buffy’s shoulder. “So this trip…”

“All original Scooby goodness.” Buffy turned around again. “Willow’s meeting us a little later. She had some last minute details to clean up.”

“A conference call with the Coven, wasn’t it?” Xander asked, breaking his silence finally. “They were a little sketchy on details.”

Buffy shrugged. “A great evil. That’s enough detail for me.”

“I don’t know, Buff. What did they mean by great? On a scale of, say, a fear demon to the First, how great is great?” Taking his eyes off the road long enough to look at Buffy, Xander continued. “You mentioned the A word. Is ten days really enough time to stop an apocalypse?”

“It’s our last apocalypse before Dawn goes away to college,” Buffy said, firmly. “Ten days is plenty.”

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Warren looked at the white board and scowled. Eight days until the planets were properly aligned. It was barely going to be enough time. So far, all he had was the chalice and the planets doing their thing. There was a lot of work to do. And there was one thing that was going to be hard to get. Very, very hard to get.

“Don’t worry about it, baby,” Glory said, surveying the room and frowning at the ugly grey sweats she found herself wearing. This was what she got for sharing forms with an un-stylish little geek like Warren. At least he didn’t have an annoying conscience like Ben. “The Slayer’s on her way and she’s bringing my Key with her. We’re going to go home this time and the Devil’s never going to be able to touch you again.”





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Short chapter but I bet you didn't see that one coming. The Devil and a Hell God. How exactly does that work? I've been wondering that for the past 10 episodes of Reaper. I hope you like my solution.

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You have reached the end of "Devil's in the Details" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 9 Dec 07.

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