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Title: Tiger by the Tail (3/?)
Author: Shadowlander Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx - or – Tankesly@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer; they are used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended. Pairing: Buffy/Willow Rating: PG-17 Archive: The usual places; all others ask first. Spoilers: Hmm, Amyis not a rat. She was never a rat or she was but got a lot better in time to go to university. J TIGER BY THE TAIL (3/?) "Huckleberry?" Buffy Summers questioned her roommate with a
frown.
Trying to place the name with the face that was so far eluding her sleep fogged mind. She never could understand Amy’s insistence on holding meaningful conversations first thing in the morning. It just wasn’t natural being that cheerful first thing in the morning. ‘Just my luck…my roommate is a morning person.’ She told herself in mild disgust. Wondering for the millionth time if Amy’s cheerfulness was something directly hellmouth related. "Yeah, you know that TA in our Psych class. The one with all
the
muscles and little head." Amy Madison clarified with a grin, taking perverse pleasure at Buffy’s incoherence first thing in the morning. "The one Spike wouldn’t bite on a dare." She added after a moment. "But would torture over a long weekend if we supplied the
blood and
duct tape…gotcha." Buffy replied suddenly placing the name with the face. While Angel’s bleached blonde pain-in-the-ass childe, also know as Spike, did tend to annoy her most days, the two had recently discovered a mutual hatred for the TA. While on one hand they were quite disturbed that they had actually found common ground, they were also secretly united in making the life of one Riley Finn as uncomfortable as possible. Especially after the Slayer learned all about the Initiative and their wannabe demon hunters. Nothing peeved her more then a bunch of amateurs running lose in her town endangering people’s lives. ‘Who would have thought that there would be a day that William the Bloody would actually agree with a Slayer on something?’ She silently questioned herself , recalling that night four years ago she and Angel had stumbled acrossa badly beaten Spike while on patrol. ‘That was just after Wills…’ She stopped herself before she could complete the thought. Not wanting to think about the possibilities that her best friend may not even be alive anymore. It was hard not to think about Willow, the redhead was always
on
Buffy’s mind. She was reminded of all the lost moments they would never have because of the damn demon. The heart and soul of the Slayerettes got ripped out that night in the Rosenberg house. Thankfully they had been able to pull themselves together and keep going. They owed it to Willow not to give up, to keep fighting the good fight. No matter how much it hurt not to see her smiling face during a long night of research or hear her quiet determination in the face of something really gross thatwas trying to kill you. There were days that she would give her best stake to see Willow’s "resolve face" just one more time. "I miss her too. You know?" Amy’s low voice brought her out of
her
memories. "Yeah, I know Amers, I know," Buffy replied wiping at the
tears
threatening to overwhelm her. She hated this day. She had hated it for the past four long years. It was the grim reminder that she hadn’t been good enough to protect one of her friends. That she let a demon come into her town and kill her best friend. But she honoured the day nonetheless, if nothing more then to serve as a reminder of all the innocent people that were counting on her to do her sacred duty. She didn’t want the blood of anymore Willows on her hands, one was more then enough – too muchin fact. "We better hurry if we want to get to Giles’s for breakfast." Shesaid pushing aside her dark thoughts. This was Willow’s day, the one time all the Slayerettes got together and remembered their missing friend. The trip to Giles’s flat was made in a relative light mood,
the two
roommates actively trying to keep the other from sinking into brood mode and start doing Angel impersonations. After about an hour or so it tended to be annoying no matter how many times Xander did it wearing a pink tutu and a pirate’s hat. "Giles?" Buffy called out using her spare key to open the
front door
when the Watcher failed to answer her knock. It wasn’tlike him not to be padding around his flat in the mornings. He was always awake doing something; usually reading or research on one of the countless prophecies that were threatening the town this week. Exchanging puzzled looks, the two decide to investigate. Each
silently
praying that they were not about to walk in on Giles and Olivia having sex again. That one time last Christmas was more than enough to least them a lifetime. They still had unwanted mental images about it, although for the life of them they couldn’t figure out why Giles had been wearing that elf’s hat, nor did they really want to know. "Er, hello?" A voice questioned politely, effectively stopping
their
progression through the living room, causing the two, to look behind them at the young man standing behind the couch calmly studying them. Amy was immediately drawn to the young man’s Asian features,
his
shoulder length hair hanging damp around him as he toweled dried it. Dark brown eyes watching the two girls with amusement. Buffy however, was drawn to the couch or more importantly to
the
figure laying on it, one of Giles’s spare blankets covering her. "Willow!?" End Part Three.
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