Fic: Mind Games (3/?)

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TITLE: Mind games (3/?)
AUTHOR: Angelina 
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. 
SUMMARY: What if Willow had something she didn't want Buffy to hear 
during `Earshot'?
SPOILERS: Earshot ? some dialogue has been borrowed and the plot is 
basically the same 
AUTHOR'S NOTES: All feedback welcome. "Mochas?" "Yes please!"  
Thoughts are shown by <<?>>


Buffy was in bed being fussed over by her mother and Willow.  
However, her mother was acting somewhat strangely ? always 
disappearing to get something. Finally Buffy couldn't take it any 
longer.

"Mom, come sit with me, please?" Buffy put on her nest puppy-dog 
eyes. She noted that Willow started thinking gooey thoughts when she 
did this and stored the information for future use.

"But honey, don't you want a drink?" Joyce asked, hovering nervously.

"I'll get her one," said Willow bounding off the bed before Joyce 
could protest.

What's wrong mom?" asked Buffy, upset that even her own mother didn't 
want to be around her.

"Nothing's wrong, it's just?well, it's unnerving knowing that someone 
can get inside your mind and know your every thought?" said Joyce, 
wringing her hands.

Buffy sat bolt upright in bed. "You had sex with Giles?!?" Willow 
was just entering the room, stealing a drink of Buffy's 
orange/grapefruit juice which she promptly spat all over Joyce and 
then went into a coughing fit. Buffy was still in shock so Joyce 
thumped Willow's back while using her sleeve to wipe the worst of the 
juice off her face.

"You had sex with Giles?" Buffy demanded again. "Twice?"

Satisfied Willow wasn't going to choke to death Joyce made a beeline 
for the door, muttering the pitiful excuse "It was the candy, we were 
tenagers."

"On the hood of a police car?!" Buffy fell back onto her pillows in 
despair. Willow was now almost fully recovered and was wiping her 
streaming eyes.

"Buffy, I really think you should calm down. All this stress 
probably isn't helping." Buffy looked at her in disbelief.

"Calm down? Did you hear what I just said? She had se?"

"Yes, I heard, very clearly. But come on, what difference does it 
make? They're both adults?OK so they weren't technically adults when 
they did it but still there must have been some underlying?"

"You're not making me feel any better here, Will." Buffy pouted.

"Sorry." Willow climbed onto the bed beside Buffy and pulled her 
down so they were both lying flat and Buffy's head was resting on 
Willow's chest.

"This might help with the calming down process though," said Buffy.

"Glad to be of service," said Willow, running her hand through 
Buffy's hair. "You realise that I'm never going to be able to look 
your mother in the face again don't you? Or Giles for that matter."

"Me neither. But you're going to have to do it right now." Buffy 
glanced up mischeviously at Willow. "You have to go get her lap top 
and dig up some suspects for the guys."

"Now?" Willow protested "But, I want to stay with you."

"It's a lap top, Computer-genius, you can bring it up here."

"Oh yeah, but I don't want to ask your mom for it"

"Too bad Will, we can't slack off on this killer thing, that's the 
last thing Sunnydale High needs."

"OK" said Willow sighing and untangling herself from Buffy. "But 
only cause you asked me nicely."

Buffy smiled, but the smile faded quickly. "Willow, come back here 
for a sec." Willow complied and found herself in a crushing hug.

"Ugh, not that I'm complaining but what brought this on?"

Buffy loosened her hold and looked into Willow's eyes. "In case they 
can't reverse this, I want you to know that I love you more than 
anything in the world?"

"Buffy don't talk like that.."

"No Will, I left this too long as it is, I just want to be sure that 
you know how I feel. I love you."

"I love you too Buffy, more than I can explain in words."

"Well, don't use words then."  

Willow smiled at Buffy's words and then kissed her, tenderly, 
lovingly, urgently. They parted, no words were needed. Willow rose 
silently and walked out the door and downstairs, safe in the 
knowledge that she was loved. Buffy felt exactly the same. Only she 
was anxious because she was starting to hear thoughts which could 
only be coming from outside. It was getting worse.

TBC