Chateau Grief 327

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Chateau Grief 327

Narration(Xander): No reaction. Too bad the gold wouldn’t stick. Kore was right to try and stop that wild idea.

Narration(Xander): I just never figured my… … … … son would look so much like me.

Narration(Xander): I spent hours trying to save you. Shane, my doppelgänger. Whatever you are. My only unnatural son.

Narration(Xander): I spent hours trying and failing to recreate the complicated structures of your brain.

Narration(Xander): It should have worked. I should have been able to do it. I have so many questions to ask you!

Narration(Xander): The weapon wasn’t going anywhere. She was stone cold. With Rhelan drinking vodka by her elbow. And I resisted the temptation to touch it. To use it.

Narration(Xander): Somewhere I’ve got trickster gods to thank for that wisdom.

Narration(Xander): And now they want their payback. In blood.

Narration(Xander): Some things just aren’t meant to be.

Narration(Xander): And his chest rises and falls.

Narration(Xander): Not possible.

Narration(Xander): But that shield tells the story better than I ever could.

Narration(Xander): When it really counts, Shane can work wonders.

Author Notes:

Good thing too, eh?

Episode Recap: 

Ok, showtime.  Xander goes to take a closer look while Grant does his thing off in a corner. Shane is not responding to the old eye poke tactics.  Xander takes the time to reflect on his frantic, frenetic relationship with this poor dude over the last few days.  Xander also claims to have actually tried to heal Shane, but failed.  That Kore could have assisted in this, but Xander’s glad he didn’t go that route.  But then he stops moping long enough to ‘notice’ that Shane is still alive and exhibiting telepathy.  Thank you Xander.  Maybe he’s starting to see a little more of himself in Shane now.  My favorite part of this episode is the shovel covered in what can only logically be flaming hot bbq sauce.