FIC: Right In Front of You; Part 10/?

["Callistosdarkside" <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx>]

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. Title: Right In Front of You; Part 10/?
. Author: Callisto's Dark Side
. Email: callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx
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. Spoilers: All of Season 5, but events take place before some events in
Tough Love.
. Rating: R
. Pairing: W/T & B/W
. Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to the
almighty Joss Whedon and Company, and are only being borrowed for the fun
and enjoyment of us, the super fans.
. Summary: Willow/Tara fic in which the two love birds must manage to deal
with the
consequences of a spell that threatens to tear them apart forever.


Chapter 10

"Ahhhh!" Anna screamed as she ran out of the house and into the startled
forms of Tara and Dawn.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Tara asked, looking down at the little girl.

Suddenly Glory came running through the door, a tiny bone in hand.

"Umm," Dawn tapped Tara on the shoulder, "I'm pretty sure it's that." Dawn
pointed at the Blonde in the red dress.

"You little pipsqueak!" Glory shouted, holding the bone threateningly in the
air.

"What do you think you're doing?" Tara demanded, stepping in front of Anna.

"What do you think? That little monster tried to accessorise me. Me! Can
you believe that?"

"So she thinks you're a Barbie Doll, what's the big deal?"

"Deal? The deal is that no one dresses me, but me. No one accessorises me,
but me. And no one sure as hell puts bones in my hair, but, well, no one."

Tara put a hand on her hip and stared down the former Hell God.

"Okay, fine. I get the point. I'm gone. Just make sure that little virus
doesn't follow," Glory pointed at the six-year-old.

"I don't think that'll be a problem," Dawn replied, holding onto Anna's arm,
but the young girl pulled away.

"Aww, we were playing," The six-year-old pouted.

"What?" Glory shook her head. "We were not playing."

"Yes we were," Anna said, placing hands on hips.

"What part of being chased by an angry Hell God don't you understand little
girl?"

"Wanna play!" Anna pouted again.

"Okay, six-year-old logic ain't exactly doing it for me," Glory ran a hand
through her hair, "So if you two plan on keeping little Blondie safe, I
suggest you keep her away from me."

Glory turned on her heel and went back into the house.
"Aww, why won't Auntie Glory play with me?" Anna asked Dawn.

"Auntie Glory?" Dawn asked back.

******

"What about these ones?" Tara asked Leanna, pulling a spell book from the
bookshelf.

"Oh, you can ignore those, the spells don't actually work. I've tried,"
Leanna replied sheepishly. "I know, you probably think I'm weird for even
trying, after all the entire town calls me Leanna the Witch."

"That's terrible."

"It's okay really. They don't really think I'm a witch. I mean, who'd
believe in magic anyway?"

"Yeah," Tara smiled, "Magic."

Tara flipped through the pages, noticing the basic spells that were common
in her dimension as well, simple flotation spells along with fire and water
spells.

Leanna crowded close, closely watching Tara look through the book.

Tara lifted her head, "Umm, so where did you get this book anyway?"

"Oh, I got it the same place I always get my books, at the market. Once a
month a merchant I know, Daniel, brings me books from neighbouring towns,
villages and even cities. I'm his best customer, well actually, I'm his
only customer when it comes to books other than the local school."

"So the locals don't read much?"

"Nope, I've tried to convince people to learn to read, but they're too busy
tilling their fields, looking after their children or taking care of their
businesses."

"I see. So why did you learn to read?"

"I learned at an early age, mostly because I didn't have many friends and my
home life wasn't the best. I usually snuck away from the house, made a
campfire and curled up with a good book to take me away from all the pain."

Tara nodded her head, "I use to do that too."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I just loved sitting under the stars around the warmth of a fire,
reading a book."

"Me too."

"Didn't you just love the feeling of how nothing seemed to matter after a
reading the book for hours on end?" Tara asked.

"That's exactly how I felt. It's like the whole world slipped away and I
became the main character."

"I know. I could read the entire night until morning came."

The two looked at each other, the intensity of the conversation surprising
them both. Tara noticed a tear forming at the side of Leanna's eye.

"I'm sorry," Leanna blushed, wiping her face with her sleeve, "It's just
that I've never met someone that likes books as much as I do."

"That's okay," Tara soothed, instinctively taking Leanna's elbow in her
hand.

******

"What's that?" Anya asked, pointing at some mechanical wires inside
BuffyBot.

BuffyBot was lying flat on its back on Buffy's bed. Willow was working on
the opening in its midsection. She had strategically placed towels over
BuffyBot's chest and nether regions, so as not to get distracted.
Unfortunately, Anya was in the room while Buffy was out slaying.

"What's what?" The Hacker questioned, her eyes focused on some wiring deep
inside the chest cavity.

"That," Anya stuck a finger inside the opening, close to Willow's eye.

"Ack, get that finger away from me," Willow tried pushing the Ex-Demon's
hand away, but with one eye closed, her attempts met a 2D wall.

"Okay, fine. I was just trying to help."

"Helping would be not trying to blind me or annoy me with the same question
over and over again. And did I mention, over?" Willow pulled her face out
of BuffyBot's midsection.

"Sorry, I'm just not use to robot guts. I'm use to the real thing."

"Then maybe you should go find yourself a dead cow to play with."

"I would, but that would mean travelling to the country and leaving the
comforts of this place."

Willow shook her head and walked over to the cabinet, where she had placed
most of her tools.

"Hey! That's my job," Anya stated as she stepped in front of the Hacker.

"That's okay Anya. I can get what I need by my self. You can go downstairs
and watch T.V. or something."

"But I was helping. I was getting stuff, like that screwdriver I handed
you. I was useful and becoming multi-talented."

"Well, you can take your talent somewhere else."

"That was an insult, wasn't it?"

"What if it was?"

"Then I was extremely offended by it."

"Good. Now move over so I can get my tools."

"I will not," Anya crossed her arms across her chest.

"Fine," Willow smiled and tried to step around the Ex-Demon, but Anya
stepped to the side and blocked her off.

"Let me through," Willow demanded.

"No! Not until you admit that I'm useful."

"Fine," Willow rolled her eyes, "You're useful."

"I don't believe you." Anya stiffened her posture.

"Well, good, cuz I didn't mean it," Willow quickly reached underneath Anya's
left arm and grabbed the tweezers, but the fiery Ex-Demon grabbed Willow's
arm and attempted to wrestle the tool away.

"That's mine!" Anya shouted, tackling the Witch to the ground.

"Funny, I never saw you pay for it." Willow countered, lying underneath the
surprisingly scrappy Brunette.

"So what? Buffy said I was in charge of the tools when she left, so it's
mine for now," Anya argued, holding Willow in an arm-lock.

"She did not." Willow grabbed a bunch of hair and pulled Anya's head back.

"Oww, that hurts," Anya's left hand instinctively went back and tried to
pry Willow's determined grip off her hair. "Stop grabbing!" Anya shouted.

"Only if you get off me," Willow demanded.

"Fine, just don't do any damage to my hair. Xander won't sleep with me if
I'm bald."

Willow slowly let go of Anya's hair and the Ex-Demon got up, making sure to
drive her knee into Willow's arm in the process.

"Oww, you did that on purpose."

"No I didn't," Anya smiled. "Here," Anya offered Willow the tweezers.

Willow took it out of Anya's hands and then grabbed her by the arm and
pulled herself up.

"Hey!" Anya shouted. "Are you trying to rip my arm off?"

"Nope," Willow smiled, then turned back to work on BuffyBot.

Anya rubbed her shoulder and followed the Hacker back to where BuffyBot laid
on the bed.

"So, what's with the towels?" Anya asked slyly.

"What?" Willow asked, but then her eyes realised what Anya was talking
about. "Oh, they're just to cover up the." Willow trailed off.

"To cover up this," Anya pulled off the towel that was covering BuffyBot's
breasts.

Willow gulped and averted her eyes.

"What's the matter? Never seen a girl's boobs before?" Anya teased.

"Of course I have, but.."

"But what?"

"They're Buffy's boobs."

"No they're not. They're a robot's boobs. Look," Anya fondled one of
BuffyBot's breasts, "They're not even real."

"Ahhh, I can't believe you're doing that. What are you doing? Are you
demented or something?"

"Oh, like you've never wanted to do it? That's why you covered her up,
isn't it. Couldn't stand the temptation?"

Willow didn't deny it. Why should she justify anything Anya was
insinuating.

Anya continued playing with the fake breast and then began fondling the
other with her other hand, "You know, for fake boobs, they feel pretty
real."

"Stop that!" Willow shouted.

"Why? You wanna try?"

Willow's face burned red with anger and she reached out, fully intending to
grab Anya's wrists, but the Ex-Demon had moved them out of the way just in
time for the Hacker to feel simulated flesh under her skin.

******

"What's the wha." Buffy's jaw hit the floor as she stepped through the front
door, only to be greeted by her own image in a French maid's outfit.

"Hello," BuffyBot smiled, "I'm Buffy, pleased to me you Buffy." The robot
raised her hand for a handshake, but the Slayer just brushed her off and
stared at the two women on either side of Spike's Ex-SexBot.

"You like the outfit?" Anya grinned while Willow had her head down.

"Sure, in a Xander's greatest fantasy sort of way, unfortunately, I'm not
Xander," Buffy drawled.

"Well, you're right about that," Anya smiled, "This is Xander's favourite."

The Slayer shook her head and then looked at Willow, trying to demand an
answer, but Willow wouldn't look up.

Buffy stepped closer to her best friend and tilted her head just enough so
that Willow would have to look her in the eyes.

"I. I. " Willow stammered.

"You.stood idly by and let Anya dress my robot in a French maid's outfit,
because she has magic powers and you don't?"

Willow pouted guiltily.

"Well, she did have the weight of my blackmailing her against her," Anya
enthused.

"Hey!" Willow looked up, desperation in her eyes, "You're not supposed to
tell people that you're blackmailing someone."

"You're not?" Anya furrowed her brow.

"No!" Willow chastised.

Buffy's eyes wandered back and forth between Ex-Demon and Hacker, before
finally settling on her best friend.

"Okay, so what exactly did Anya blackmail you about?"

Willow kept her lips together and retained the pout.

"Will?" Buffy pushed, but to no avail.

"Oh, what the heck," Anya sighed, "She touched BuffyBot's boobs."

"You liar!" Willow screamed as she lunged at the Brunette.

Anya fell to the ground under the slender, but fiery form of the Hacker.

"If I was lying, why are you so upset?" Anya countered, barely holding onto
Willow's wrists as they threatened to bludgeon her face.

"I mean the agreement. We had an agreement."

Buffy watched the fighting forms roll around on the ground for a few more
seconds before pulling a steaming Willow off of Anya.

"Okay, now this is getting weird. What happened Will? Did you really touch
my. her. its. boobs?"

"No. well. yes. but it wasn't intentional. It was unintentional. No
intention whatsoever," Willow stammered breathlessly.

"And how exactly did you manage to accidentally grope my robot?"

Willow's face flushed red, "Well, Anya. she was fondling BuffyBot's boobs
and I went to stop her and she moved out of the way and I ended up touching,
then she said she'd tell you, and then I said I'd kill her, and then she
said she'd 'like to see me try,' and then I said 'okay fine,' and then she
said she'd still tell you, and then I begged her not to, and then she
suggested we dress BuffyBot up like a maid, and then I said 'no way Jose,'
and then she said if I let her do it she wouldn't tell you about the
touching, and then I said 'okay.'"

Buffy looked at her flustered friend and then at Anya, and then back to
Willow.

"So Anya groped my robot, then you accidentally did it trying to stop her,
and then Anya blackmailed you into letting her play dress-up?"

"Mmm hmmm," Willow nodded.

"Okay then," Buffy turned to Anya, "No more touching my robot for you, and
no more dressing her up either." Buffy grabbed BuffyBot's wrist and ran her
hand along the bracelet it was wearing, "And by the way, if you were going
to dress her up, you could have at least given her a bracelet that wasn't so
trashy."

"That was Willow's idea," Anya supplied.

"Hey, I just wanted a way to identify her visually," Willow argued, but then
her eyes saw BuffyBot's erotic maid's outfit and she flushed even redder.

To be continued.