Title: Missing, Presumed Death
Author: Beth
E-mail: peridot81@hotmail.com
Part: 4/?

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"...That's very good. Ok, tell the Mayor that I'm in."

"What does the Mayor Wilkins have to do with this?"

"You expect me to believe that you the little principal of this school came up with this all by yourself?"

"Yes I do." Snyder replied getting defensive.

"Ok, don't get so defensive little man."

"So can you get what we need?"

"Of course I can, can you get Fate to work with our team?"

"I have my ways." with that said, Principal Snyder walked off muttering something about gems, a computer teacher, a gypsy, and that bloody Englishman.

"You know I haven't had a headache this big since I died." Trick stated to empty air.

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"What do you mean you're on vacation, let them get out of it themselves?" asked Buffy, overreacting just a bit while looking at the car accident.

"WELL, IT'S NOT LIKE I WANTED THEM TO BE IN THE ACCIDENT. IF ANYBODY SHOULD HANDLE THIS MESS, IT'S FATE. SHE'S THE ONE WHO PUT THE IDEA OF A CAR RIDE IN THOSE PEOPLES HEADS."

"Umm... When people get blown up don't they usually stay in the car?" Willow asked with wide eyes.

"Of course they stay in the car, Will, don't be silly." Xander turned to look at what Willow was staring at so intently then continued "Of course there are those who refuse to let a little thing like being blown up slow them down. Umm...Buffy don't you think you should do something about them, they are heading our way, after all?"

"SHE CAN'T DO A THING TO THEM."

"What do you mean I can't do a thing to them, I'm the Slayer ask me how." Buffy asked getting more frustrated by the minute.

"WELL I'M NOT COLLECTING THE SOULS AND UNTIL THEIR SOULS ARE COLLECTED THEY WILL KEEP COMING BACK."

All Buffy could say was "Oh" regaining her composure Buffy continued "What do we do until your vacation is over? We can't have zombies roaming about until you return to work."

"I have a question," Willow cut in before Death could respond "Why did you come to Sunnydale, of all the places to go why here? Is it the Hellmouth? And where did you get your clothes?"

"I WAS ASKED BY A HIGHER UP TO FIND OUT WHY THERE ARE SO MANY DEATHS HERE. AS FOR.."

Xander cut Death off before he could continue "Duh it might be VAMPIRES." Willow leaning our to whisper in Xander's ear "You know it might not be a good idea to yell at Death. After all if he challenges you you're in trouble. You have no idea how to play Chess and he's never heard of Twister."

"You're right Willow. Sorry for yelling at you Death."

Before hearing the boy's apology Death thoughtYou know I just might cut my vacation short just to get rid of this boy.then continued "AS I WAS SAYING, THE CLOTHES, NEVER BORROW FROM AN ARCHANGEL WHO REARLY GETS OUT."

"Guys could we get back to the zombies, how are we going to stop them?"

"I don't know Willow. We should get to Giles he would know how to deal with this." with that said Buffy started off in the direction of SHS Library at least she was until Death stopped her.

"WAIT, I KNOW HOW TO KEEP THE ZOMBIES BUSY UNTIL SOMEONE COLLECTS THEIR SOULS." while pausing for dramatic affect Buffy always the impatient one cut in "Well are you going to tell us or not?"

"I WAS PAUSING FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT."

"Oh"

"AS I WAS SAYING SPRITE IS THE ONLY KNOWN SUBSTANCE TO KEEP ZOMBIES OR DEAD THINGS WITH SOULS BUSY."

"Why Sprite?" Willow asked always on a quest for knowledge

"WHY NOT?"

"What happens when you get something that just died but still has Sprite in their system?"

"BUNNIES."

"So that's why you don't collect bunnies." Willow mused out loud.

"YES, WHEN THE ZOMBIES DRINK THE SPRITE IT FIZZLES IN THEIR THROATS. THUS CAUSING THEM TO HAVE THIS UNNATURAL URGE FOR COOKIES."

"So are you saying that zombies drinking sprite are natural?" asked Xander.

"YES, THE UNNATURAL PART IS THE URGE FOR COOKIES."

"So the plan is to get them to drink sprite then what?" a perplexed Buffy asked.

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Back at the library Giles was reshelving the books they used for the last prophecy. When all of a sudden a roaring wind broke the quiet and calmness of the night and knocked Giles on his arse. When Giles stood up he was face to face with Fate. Of course he didn't know that so he did the one thing that any Englishman would do when face to face with his dead love, he fainted.

"Thanks a lot, Michael" Fate muttered as she moved Giles to a chair "Mr. Giles" no response "Rupert" no response "Giles" still no response *Smack* that got a response.

"Huh...Umm.. er What??" Was all Giles could stammer out

"Ok you want the long or short story?"

"The short."

"I'm Fate, I was sent down to help deal with the rising dead."

"Why are the dead rising?"

"Well Death took a vacation to find out why there are so many deaths in Sunnydale."

"Could it be the vampires or the Hellmouth?"

"Well besides that."

"What do you mean besides that and why come to me about it?"

Fate started to fidget in her seat as she answered Giles "That's why Death is here and I came to you cause I can't stand Death right now. Will you help Mr. Giles?"

"I will do what I can but please call me Giles everybody else does. Besides Mr. Giles is my mother."

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