text @ spike

Buffy: So there aren’t like any other plans you’ve heard of or thought?
Buffy: I mean just wondering. I guess you’re saying you haven’t.
Spike: Not of late, no.
Spike: Though let me reiterate the sewer maps and liquor.
Buffy: Okay well I’m just gonna say this because I thought someone’d already told you. But there is another plan, one I completely don’t support.
Spike: Go on, have it out.
Buffy: Penelope Fairfax (the lady watcher- if you know her) goes and pretends she’s me and registers and I just get to watch as she probably dies because she’s not an actual slayer and I wouldn’t put it past these crazies to just get rid of her.

text @ spike

Spike: I’m not exactly a trove of beat-the-system ideas.
Spike: Or, well, I am, but they’ve all got something to do with sewer maps and liquor.
Spike: It’s just, I said no jail.
Buffy: So there aren’t like any other plans you’ve heard of or thought?
Buffy: I mean just wondering. I guess you’re saying you haven’t.
Spike: Not of late, no.
Spike: Though let me reiterate the sewer maps and liquor.
Buffy: Okay well I’m just gonna say this because I thought someone’d already told you. But there is another plan, one I completely don’t support.

text @ spike

Buffy: Oh, joke. I forgot about those.
Buffy: I know it’s the law. That’s why I’ve got to do it, everyone knows I’m a slayer. I can’t not. I know I could hide with you, but I don’t want to hide. It’s already hard enough with the whole world looking at me, I don’t think I could take it if the whole world was looking for me too.
Buffy: What do you suggest? I just let someone else go? Put on a glamour and call it a day? I can’t do that. I’m the only one capable of making it out of this relatively unharmed.
Spike: I’m not exactly a trove of beat-the-system ideas.
Spike: Or, well, I am, but they’ve all got something to do with sewer maps and liquor.
Spike: It’s just, I said no jail.
Buffy: So there aren’t like any other plans you’ve heard of or thought?
Buffy: I mean just wondering. I guess you’re saying you haven’t.

text @ spike

Buffy: Well they think they’re right, and that they could stop me if I really wanted to. I don’t know though if that’s what they’re up to, it’s just a hunch really.
Buffy: Good.
Spike: And the Army’s involved. Right.
Spike: Too late to quit? Settle in Boca Raton with an umbrella in your drink and call it a job well done?
Buffy: Maybe if the hellmouth was in Boca Raton and the world could actually stay saved for more than half a year.
Spike: Joke, love. That thing where you play pretend. I know you’ve got your sacred duty, Camelot up in sodding flames, one true hero and all that noise. You try and it’s great and we’re all real proud.
Spike: But this isn’t a demon and it isn’t an apocalypse. It’s the arm of the law. Law’s got a long arm.
Buffy: Oh, joke. I forgot about those.
Buffy: I know it’s the law. That’s why I’ve got to do it, everyone knows I’m a slayer. I can’t not. I know I could hide with you, but I don’t want to hide. It’s already hard enough with the whole world looking at me, I don’t think I could take it if the whole world was looking for me too.
Buffy: What do you suggest? I just let someone else go? Put on a glamour and call it a day? I can’t do that. I’m the only one capable of making it out of this relatively unharmed.

text @ spike

Buffy: I guess I’m going to the training, show them how much I don’t need it. More immediately, there is a scooby meeting tomorrow at my apartment. I want you to be there if you want to be there.
Buffy: I think the gang’s going to try and go all intervention on me, but I can’t be sure.
Spike: Last time didn’t teach ’em anything?
Spike: I’ll be there.
Buffy: Well they think they’re right, and that they could stop me if I really wanted to. I don’t know though if that’s what they’re up to, it’s just a hunch really.
Buffy: Good.

Phone call @ Buffy

Angel: [Has finally decided to dial her number, pressing the phone up to his ear. The phone is ringing and he’s wondering if maybe he should hang up.]
Buffy: [Flips open her cell phone, sees who it is. She doesn’t answer yet, unsure of what to say. They haven’t talked since… Well a long time. She takes a deep breath and presses the green talk button.] Hello, Angel?
Angel: [Pauses, her voice throwing him off for a second.] Uh… yeah, hey. [He runs his hands through his hair, feeling bad that he hadn’t called her before all of this slayer registration stuff had gone down. Now was a better time than never, though.] How are you?
Buffy: [How indeed. If she was being completely honest she’d say she was scared out of her wits. But she wouldn’t.] Oh you know… [Pauses, trying to think of just how to put it. So he wouldn’t worry.] I’m as good as I can be, given my… Well, given the life I live.

text @ spike

Buffy: I don’t know if you’ve seen the news. It looks like I’m gonna have to be signing my name in blood to the government the day after the day after tomorrow. Thought you’d maybe want to know. I’m still going through with it.
Spike: And after?
Buffy: I guess I’m going to the training, show them how much I don’t need it. More immediately, there is a scooby meeting tomorrow at my apartment. I want you to be there if you want to be there.
Buffy: I think the gang’s going to try and go all intervention on me, but I can’t be sure.

Phone call @ Buffy

Text @ Buffy

Buffy: If it can happen before the 22nd. That’s sort of D-Day. Or R-Day I guess.
Xander: Where’s a good apocalypse when you need one?
Xander: We could have one tomorrow or Friday. Your place?
Buffy: I guess the sooner the better. Though I’m guessing it’s just gonna end up with everyone against me.
Buffy: Tomorrow it is, my place. You can spread the word or I can.
Xander: We both can. I’ll tell Will.
Xander: Should we let the Slayerlings know or will it just be us vets?
Buffy: Well Penelope kind of relays stuff to them for me usually so I think it’s safe to say they wouldn’t really need to be there. Giles is out of town I guess, so Ms. Fairfax’ll have to be the stuffiest party there.
Buffy: And Kennedy, if she wants to come. She kind of has big kid status in my opinion.