The many faces of Buffy: Dru (part 2)
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Note: this is the latest story in a series. Previous stories should be read for a better understanding.
As Dawn (with Anya’s help) began to remove dinosaur snot from the store, Buffy went outside and sat on the building’s front step. “To recapitulate,” she told Spike, as he (and “Dru v.2”) joined her there, “there’s lichbriar – whatever that is – in the Hellmouth, there’s some sort of a wine vine, and some sort of a metal-feeding vine in Sunnydale proper. Also – strange fungi and giant microbes from my world. Yes, I can see it now – instead of being destroyed by some mon-ster or villain, Sunnydale is being destroyed by bizarre nature. It’s so very literature.”
“You mean literal?” Spike enquired as he lit up a cigarette for a smoke.
“No, I mean- what are you doing?”
“Having a smoke,” Spike said a trifle defensively.
“Put it away. It stinks.”
“My sentiments exactly,” “Dru v.2” agreed, wrinkling her own nose in distaste. “You’re a vam-pire; you should be above such petty vices!”
“Don’t you start quoting the freaking Master at me,” Spike snapped back. “For all of his superior teachings, the Slayer here dusted him! Twice!”
“And now she says that you shouldn’t smoke! It stinks!” “Buffy v.2” grabbed Spike’s pack of cigarettes and threw it clear across the town. “Got it!”
Spike stared hard at the distance where his vanished cigarettes have gone. “You know something,” he finally said evenly. “I just had a mental revelation: there are places in town where none of this strange plant – and other – life is: the cemeteries. Including my vault, I should add.”
“Oh? Is it really that good?” the vampire and the Vampire Slayer asked as one.
“Yes!” Spike replied proudly. “Why are you asking?”
“Dawn?” Buffy, instead, turned and yelled into the store. “How would you like to have a sleep-over at Spike’s vault?”
“Yay!” Dawn cried from inside the store, clearly excited. “Cool!”
“Hey!” Willow joined the other three at the front. “That is not cool. That is irresponsible-“
“The waters from the new lake are overwhelming the sewer system and the ore-eating vine is making it worse. The sewer system, however, is largely absent from the cemeteries, thus making them drier, and also more stable,” Buffy replied, very matter of fact, staring with her original lid-less eyes from beyond her more human ones. “As the water levels will rise, the foundations of the local buildings will become more and more unstable and prone to collapse, which is bad. Other factors, such as the giant microbes, will make this situation even worse. Ergo, I am being responsible by moving my sister – in this universe – to a drier and safer location to live, for a while. Do you understand?” she finished, jabbing a finger into Willow’s chest.
“Yes,” Willow gulped. “And Tara and I – we are researching for a way to reverse my spell; it’s just that those djinn blossoms are making it hard to concentrate.”
“The best is the enemy of the good,” Buffy repeated her earlier statement matter-of-factly. “In small doses all of this wildlife could’ve been good for the town, but running unchecked, well-“
Suddenly, a sound interrupted Buffy’s next speech.
“Don’t mind Xander – he’s just snoring,” Anya’s still-cheerful voice came from inside the store. “He always does, when he’s asleep.”
“My example exactly – the wine vine,” Buffy said crossly. “And from what I can remember Xander wasn’t the only one there at all.”
“Fine, you made your point,” Willow said crossly.
“No, I haven’t, or maybe I have one more point to make,” Buffy said, also cross. “We need to find – or contact – your universe’s Giles and we need to do it fast, otherwise it will be too late.”
As silence descended onto the magic shop (save for Xander’s snores) a falling star streaked across the night sky, prophesising more changes to come.