Date: 2008-07-27 01:30 am (UTC)
stbethadettes: (well this is awkward)
She freezes, startled, and her hand closes tightly around Spike's.

There's nothing -- short of a crazy soldier carrying off her baby, anyway -- that could budge her from right where she's standing, and she shows no signs of moving closer to the door or letting go of his hand.

It's been months and months, and she never could've expected this.

Maybe she was right way back when it occurred to her that there was no way she'd be able to stay out in space with Spike because she didn't belong there. Maybe this would've happened there the same way it's happening here: an open door to periodically steer them back.

Maybe there's no fucking rhyme or reason to it.

All she knows is they're not going anywhere. She liked living at the bar, and she's more than thankful that she found the place through the doorway at St. Bernadette's when she did. And she'd be thrilled to go back, sure, but she's done with living in a state of uncertainty and not knowing if they'll even be let out once they're let in.

Now that they've found Yorick, she can't just disappear with Beth Junior.
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