madimpossibledreamer

        “You were just…arguing really loudly outside my door. With yourself.”
        “Sorry about that. Occupational hazard.”

More extraneous dialogue. “Even then, I dare say disintegration would not agree with you. Care to find out?”

         Whelp walks out of the warehouse, covered in blood, dragging a metal chair and bat behind him. Not a single one of the demons behind Spike moves. He’d attack, but he’s curious about where this is going. Then the boy sits, legs splayed, casually rolling the baseball bat (blood still actually dripping) in one gloved hand. “Can’t wait ta see what happens now,” he announces, voice carrying, and then before Spike can even be on him he’s taking a bat to the ribs with enough force to crack every single one of them and the boy’s dancing out of reach.

2^nd apocalypse, Buffy goes off to protect everyone (having already agreed to a plan the next day)

Giles should have known the instant Buffy agreed without a protest, when she was so against the idea. He ran, though he knew he’d be late. Which made him run harder.

Dawn came back (using her Key powers, but Glory’s apocalypse remained firmly in place) and was angry and terrified when her sister died. She latched onto Xan and Spike as father figures. But then Spike died, and Xan wore his ashes in a necklace. It’s pretty much Vibora Bay Crisis when the second apocalypse came ‘round.

They use Dawn’s portal powers to call in help, because there’s no way they’re surviving a third on their own. Even with two of the most powerful witches, a half Draconian, a Key, and an Archmage. (Also a lesser wizard and a gadgeteer. And a Slayer-Faith).

There’s a small piece of malachite in the center like an eye (protection, danger sense, resist temptation, luck, balanced eye on shortcomings, avoid taking on other people’s problems, healthiest, happiest, confidence), cradled in a silver pentacle, (focus, femininity, purity, clarity, persistence, vision, strength) and quartz (amplifying energy) beads on the outer silver circle.

They weren’t particularly cryptic, xander...