FF: BtVS 2117 - Phase II (Section 0101: Preparations)

["Cilia" <cilia@xxxxx>]

Hey,
This is a post dedicated to calming the waves that have rocked the lists
cause of the B/W awards and now I really want to apologize for all the crap
I've said, but I do have short fuse and a nasty temper sometimes. And Shyfox
you're a better person then me and a calmer one at that :) I'll stop now
before my temper flares again and I hope that next time around we'll see a
better turn out for the Awards if that was the case.
Enjoy,
Cilia

BtVS 2117: Phase II - SG-Force
Cilia

Section 0101: Preparations

Angel tried on the tenth dress, or at least she thought it was the tenth.
The growing pile of rejected ones lay in a heap on the bed beside Willow
along with several other articles of clothing that were strewn about. The
plasma-slinger was casually perched on the edge of the bed surveying the
carnage as tiny needles of blue plasma hovered above her fingers.
Angel, Its just a date, she said calmly.
I know, but its& been a while, the avian said as she threw away the
latest piece.
Why dont you try the combat armor, the plasma-slinger suggested.
Dont& give me any ideas, Angel hissed as she dove into her closet once
again. Her wings bobbed up and down as she rummaged through the drawers and
chests.
Hes probably just as nervous as you are, Willow said softly.
Z, nervous? Pu-lease, Angel huffed as she emerged with a black
form-fitting tank top and black slacks. Too tight? Too dark? she asked as
Willows raised eyebrow. What?
We dont want to kill the boy on the first date now do we, Willow
answered with a sly smile. Try something a bit more respectable, and maybe
something in a dark blue&I think it will set off your wings nicely, she
suggested.
Angel sighed and dove back into the closet; she had never owned this many
clothes, not even after the Angel Foundation took her in. But two trips to
the mall tower with Buffy had taken care of that.

Buffy looked for signs of life in the young telepath that was sitting
perfectly still on his bed. She had come to seek advice from him, but
instead, found him meditating. Right now, she really needed advise, and
since going to Spike with this particular problem would probably cause the
end of her relationship with Willow, she was here.
I am awake, if thats what youre wondering, Zoëga said, startling the
blond Slayer, making her jump into a combat stance.
Dont& do that, she breathed as she relaxed her pose. What was that you
were doing anyway?
Trying to calm my nerves, the telepath explained as he shook out his
wrists.
Wait a sec& You, Mister I-can-stop-explosions-with-my-mind& is nervous?
Buffy exclaimed as she planted herself on the bed.
It may be hard to believe, but try to look at it from my perspective for a
second, Zoëga answered as he got up and retrieved his short jacket from the
chair by his desk.
What? Okay, so youre turning eighteen and going out with a woman six
years your senior, who not long ago hated your& guts and& hey, you are
nervous, she exclaimed with a grin.
An excellent summary, he exclaimed as he turned around. What do you
think?
White, but respectable, Buffy said as she looked him over. I like it.
He looks like a matador, she thought.
Im trying to be as non-threatening as possible, so the standard
telepathic black was out of the question, he explained. But something
tells me you didnt come here to give me dating tips. Come to think about
it, shouldnt you be preparing for your cuddle- I mean, date with Willow?
he asked with a grin.
Well& yeah, but, well&theres& a problem, Buffy said as she hugged her
knees.
Please dont tell me that you dont like her, Zoëga exclaimed. Because a
pissed off Plasma-slinger is not something I want to deal with and neither
does anybody else for-
No! No, I still like Willow, I like her& very much, but&
Theres another, the telepath finished.
Yep!
Do I have to guess?
Christina Rex. You know, that reporter& Well, last night& she, uh,
expressed her& interest, Buffy answered hiding her face.
So shes interested. Are you? he asked as he sat down on the bed.
Of course not, Buffy exclaimed and the telepath gave her a look. Well,
maybe just a little, but I still want Willow.
Youre thinking sex. Innocent Willow, got to take it slow, but willing
Christina go for it, Zoëga suggested doing a fair impression of her voice.
Youre too smart for your own good Z, but yes thats the deal, Buffy
sighed.
Then go on your date with Willow and see how it works out. Its not like
youre engaged or anything, he said calmly.
Z! Buffy exclaimed. I thought you were Willows friend?
I am, but Im also not a fool. I can only give you options, Zoëga
answered.
So give me options, anything!
Very well. As I see it, you have four plausible choices. One: ignore the
well-endowed reporter and keep at the slow pace with Willow. Two: Stay with
Willow and fuck said reporter during off hours. Third: dump Willow and go
for Christina&.
You paused, whats the fourth?
Push for sex with Willow. But, know this&that is my least favorite option
and I urge you not to try it, the telepath answered. But the choice is
yours, he added with a shrug.
Youre not going to tell me that if I hurt Willow youre going to come
after me? Buffy asked.
No, I think Spike and Angelica will take care of that. Ill just sit back
and watch, Zoëga answered with a grin.
Thanks& I guess, Buffy said as she stood. Youve given me& stuff to
think about.
Buffy, one more thing, the telepath said and the Slayer turned around.
Have fun tonight, he said with grin.

TBC...