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Series: Tireseus Title: Sins of the Body Chapter: Two Rating: R Pairing: Willow/Buffy Spoilers: Anything is up for grabs. Timeline: This is probably around season three. It takes place during school year after the cycle. Beta Readers: Scotty Welles Shadow Mage Summary: A spell sends Willow's life spiraling out of control, and no matter what she does things only get more and more complicated. Disclaimer: So not mine <><><><><><><> CHAPTER TWO <><><><><><><> Willow wearily watched the short, bald man stalk in front of her, and that was the only way she knew how to describe it: stalking. Snyder spun in front of her, glaring through his beady eyes at her. "I know about the fight you two had this morning. I also know that you were near the switch. So why don't you save us all the trouble and just confess?" "B-but I helped save her..." She sniffed, determined not to cry. "Probably to take the suspicion away from you." Snyder leaned towards her, placing his hands on the arms of the chair she was sitting in. "I always knew that your hanging out with that Summers girl would get you into trouble, and now you are." The door opened behind him, and Snyder snapped his head around to the detective entering the office, a smug smile crossing his face. He glanced back down at her. "You know why he's here? Because he has proof that it was you, and he's going to arrest you..." "Uh, actually it isn't." She looked over at the elder detective who was currently glaring daggers at Snyder. The laid-back man smiled kindly at her, totally ignoring the steaming principal. "I'm sorry about this, Miss Rosenburg. It seems that my young partner and your...principal decided to jump the gun, so to speak. I assure you both of them will be dealt with." "She's guilty. She was seen fighting with the young woman less than an hour before she was killed." The detective raised his eyebrows, looking him over. "As I heard it, the young woman was seen insulting her while she just stood there. Now, I suppose that might have been because she building up her anger until it was time to act, but then I hardly think she'd have tried so hard to pull the other girl out of the pool. And if you can find a way to show that Miss Rosenberg somehow caused an auto accident just minutes later, I'm all ears." The salt-and-peppered haired man turned back to her, brushing off the red-faced Snyder. "As I was saying, I had one of our CSI's look over the controls. According to him, the wires are faulty. A surge triggered the cover, and they were fried." Snyder paled sickly. "No, that's impossible. I had the janitor repair it the other day." "Apparently not. Sir. We'll speak with the janitor, just to be certain. In the meantime, I'll tell you the same thing I'll tell him." The detective stepped towards Snyder, towering over the principal. "I wouldn't leave town. The chief will want to talk to you." "B-b-but..." "Miss Rosenberg, I think you can go now, if you like," the detective said kindly. "We know where to reach you if we have any further questions, and I'm sure you'll want some time to recover from this whole ordeal." Willow slid gratefully out of her chair and past the two men. She did not want to be anywhere near the office when Snyder blew, and she had no doubt that he would. The rat always shifted blame to someone else, never taking any guilt in mistakes he made. "Are you okay?" Buffy asked, meeting her in the hallway. "Yeah, we heard about what happened." Xander scowled towards Snyder's office. "Bastard. Probably responsible for the whole thing himself." She dropped her gaze, not wanting to look into the concerned faces of her friends. It was her fault it happened, she knew. She killed Truity, and yet here they were ready to back her up with no question's asked. "Maybe I should just go on home." "I'll go with you." Buffy grabbed her arm, and began to pull her away from Xander. "How are you? Really?" "Numb," she answered honestly. "I keep thinking that there was something I could have done." "Hey, you saved her." "But..." Buffy shook her head. "No. The accident was not your fault, you did what you could. You saved her, then left her to people who were supposed to keep her alive. Their failing to do that is has nothing to do with you." 'But it does.' / And it will. / "Hey! Bitch!" She looked over at the football player charging towards her. "Oh boy..." "Yeah, you." Justin came to a halt in front of them, blocking their path to the front doors. "Fucking murderer, why haven't you been arrested?" Buffy stepped in front of her, glaring up at the man that was ten times her size. "She had nothing to do with it." "The fuck she didn't! I was outside the office when they pulled her in. I know everything. Truity humiliated her in front of the school, so she killed her." "Mr. Stevens. Is there a problem here?" Everyone froze as Snyder pushed Justin back. The principal didn't appear to be in a good mood - even for him - after his being overruled by the police detective. He was obviously looking for someone to take it out on, and the football player was the biggest, loudest target that came to hand. "Yeah, why is she still here?" Snyder glared at her, causing her to duck behind the Slayer. "It seems Miss Wilson's accident was just that, an accident. In fact, I was just looking for you. Mr. Jenkins needs you to help fix the controls." Justin snorted and slammed into Willow before continuing down the hall. She huddled closer to Buffy as the blonde girl led her out of the school, and away from the gathered students. The fog danced around her head, causing her to moan in protest. She heard Buffy whispering reassuringly to her, and tried to warn her. But the words wouldn't come. <><><><><><><> Justin entered the empty pool area, anger still simmering under the surface. He walked over to the wall and stared in surprise at the gaping hole of burnt wiring. He'd taken enough shop to recognize worn-out cabling when he saw it. 'I guess she was innocent after all.' He sighed, realizing that once again his anger had taken over his mouth. 'Damn, I'm going to have to apologize, or not.' He squatted down to the tools scattered around him, and ran his hand over the electric screwdriver. He held the tool in his hand, trying to calm himself. Absently he turned on the tool. His hand lifted and turned it towards his chest. He opened his mouth in a silent scream as the bit ripped into his chest, and through into his heart. Blood pounding in his ears, slowed as darkness engulfed him... <><><><><><><> She stared out of the window, the fog retreating in her mind. She felt the blood on her hands, the darkness engulfing Justin as he died. The doorbell rang, breaking her silent trial of guilt. She turned back to her vigilant thoughts while Buffy answered the door for her. "...right now. Maybe you should could come back tomorrow." "I was supposed to take her out..." She slowly approached the front door, where Buffy was standing off with Oz. "Hi, Oz. I'm sorry I forgot about..." He nodded. "I understand, I wasn't really expecting you to go out after today. I just wanted to check on you." The guilt eased a little under his concerned gaze. "I'm fine, just tired." "Understandable." She blushed slightly. "Listen, would you mind if we just went somewhere to talk instead?" "I'd like that." Oz looked over at Buffy, and started to walk backwards. "I'll just wait in the van." She felt Buffy's eyes drilling into her as she grabbed her keys and the small bag that she carried her vampire repellents in. "I don't think you should go out right now," Buffy cautioned her. "You said yourself that I should get out more often." She tried to walk around the Slayer blocking the door. "Yes, but not after something as traumatic as what happened today, and definitely not with some stranger! With everything that goes on in Sunnydale, I'd think you'd know better." She glared at her friend. "I know that you don't love me like that, and I also know that I need to get on with my life." Buffy rubbed her forehead. "Wills, this isn't about what happened between me and William..." "Between you and me!" she shot back. "That's the entire point, Buffy, you don't want to admit that there was something...!" She cut herself off. "Fuck it, I'm going out, whatever you say." She angrily pushed past her friend. "Lock the door when you leave." / Oh yes, let's go out... / She shivered and climbed into the van, smiling shyly at the senior beside her. Maybe things weren't so bad after all. <><><><><><><> She yawned into the lean shoulder under her head, and snuggled closer, watching the water gently lapping at the sand. "I wish I'd brought my bathing suit." "Why do we need them?" She looked up at Oz and grinned wickedly. "Nope, rule number one: no skinny dipping on the first date." "There's going to be another date?" "If you want to, I mean, I understand if you don't want to, though." "I want." Oz gently kissed her, muttering into her mouth. "Any other rules?" "I'll get back to you on that." "Good, then I won't get into trouble when I do this..." He hopped to his feet, and swept her up into his surprisingly strong arms. She screamed as he raced down into the water, submerging them both, fully clothed. She broke through the surface and wrapped her arms around him. "Oh, so it's going to be like that, huh?" "And what if it is?" he teased. "Then I'll have to do this." She pulled him back under the water with her, and opened her eyes, taking in the cute, lean teenager in her arms. She felt the familiar burn in her lungs as he swam back to the surface. She turned down and swam deeper, latching onto a rock at the bottom. She felt the fog slamming against her chest, and felt it burst from her mouth. The black fog surrounded her body in the water, and then pulled away and drifted up towards Oz... 'It needs a host,' she realized, in a moment of clarity. And, underwater, she couldn't possibly call a warning to him. 'Oh goddess, Oz.' There was only one way to save him from it. By taking it back into herself. She swam upwards, over taking the fog, opening her mouth. The fog seemed to pause, then pushed itself violently down her throat. Clamping her jaws shut, she felt firm hands grab her and pull her to the surface. "Are you okay?" Oz asked. "You were down there pretty long." She gasped and nodded to him. "Yeah, I was just exploring the bottom. Because it's interesting, but since I was exploring I guess it would have to be, not that you're not interesting. You are, and if you weren't thinking that before then I apolog..." She sighed into his mouth, her body melding into his. 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