FF: Tiresues: Chapter Two

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Title: Tireseus 
Chapter: Two/Three 
Rating: PG-16 
Pairing: Willow/Buffy 
Timeline: This is Angel becomes Angelus and goes all grr. 
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 

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He quietly went downstairs, hoping that Buffy would be too worn out to
hear him. After the last few hours he needed sometime to himself. He
just couldn't concentrate around her. It was disturbing to have the
feelings she'd so desperately tried to deny force their way to the
surface, and she wasn't even sure what those feelings were. 

'I'm a bad, bad, evil person. I slept with my best friend. I let my
hormones control me.' He covered his face with his hands. 'But 
was it really my hormones? Or just this body's...?' 

His heart kept aching with every thought of the blonde Slayer, and when
he actually saw her... It was almost painful. Then of course there was
his stomach, doing all kinds of acrobatics inside him, and when they'd
kissed that first time, a warm tingling had invaded his body. 

'If I didn't know any better I'd swear I was in love with her...' His
smile faded off his face as he ran over his feelings again. 'Oh,
goddess forgive me, I am.' 

Oh, she was a bad, bad person. She... HE'd betrayed his only female
friend. Oh, she was soooo going to hell. The only question was what
did she do now? Or he. Whatever. 

He walked into the kitchen, reflecting that he now knew what Xander
went through all the time. A growing teenage boy's developing libido
was a serious matter. 

He grabbed an apple, pausing to look around. He had the strangest
feeling that something was off. 

He shrugged and took a large bite of the apple, the juice running down
his chin. 

Sharp pain shot through his back, forcing him off balance. He tried to
grab the table, but his juice covered hands slipped free, sending him
head first into the table. A powerful presence behind him took hold of
him...

"Hey. Rasputin, over here." Buffy's smirk faded as the older man
disappeared. 

The presence vanished, retreating from the sight of witnesses.

He moaned pitifully as Buffy kneeled over him. What was it with
Slayers and timing? Why couldn't she have waited another minute? His
job was to get captured, not rescued. 

"Are you okay?" 

He nodded, reluctantly letting her help him. "What happened?" 

"I'm not sure but we're going to find out." The determined tone in
Buffy's tone told him one thing. His assignment had just become
harder. 


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He half-heartedly fought against the Slayer as she dragged him into the
library. The early Saturday morning rays were lighting the two-story
library, making his already sleep-blurred eyes wince. 

"What took you so long?" Xander swallowed the bite of doughnut,
glaring at the Slayer. "So, do you mind telling us just why you
dragged us all out of our warm beds at such an ungodly hour?" 

"Oh my god, what happened to you?" 

He grinned uneasy as Cordy raced over to him, gently checking the bump
on his forehead, totally oblivious to the jealous glare that Buffy was
giving her. 

"Will was attacked last night," Buffy replied. 

He frowned slightly at Jenny Calendar coming out of Giles' office, the
confused look on her face was setting off alarms. 

The dark haired teacher stopped a few feet from him. "Willo..." 

He grabbed her arm and pulled her out into the hall. "William," he
hissed. "Name's William, okay?"

She shook her head, unfooled. "Willow, what happened to you?" 

"It's a long story, just please promise me that you won't tell them." 

Jenny pursed her lips together and nodded tightly. "Fine, but you are
going to tell me everything. Now." 

"Uh, everything?" 

"Ev-er-y-thing," she enunciated clearly.


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"What about the others? They're expecting me to help with the
research. In fact, we should probably go back right now." He popped
up from the living room couch, preparing to make a dash for the front
door. 

"Willow, sit down." 

He automatically plopped back down next to Miss Calendar. "How did you
know it was me?" 

"For one thing, I could sense your aura. Secondly, if I didn't know
better, you could be Willow's fraternal twin. Now, I believe you have
some explaining to do." 

"Oh, well, see, these two Watchers showed up at my house..." 

"What Watchers?" 

"They didn't tell me their names, but this one guy had this tatto
on the side of his neck, like a horned goat or something. They 
said that this demon was killing teenage boys, and they wanted 
me to go undercover." 

Jenny frowned at him. "Why would they want to use you?" 

"They said something about my having abnormally strong latent powers,
and that it would lure the demon to me." 

Jenny stood and moved to the long line of bookshelves built into the
wall, her finger tracing each book, mumbling under her breath. Half
way down the ancient looking shelves she pulled a large, dark green,
leather-bound book out. She absently walked back to the sofa, while
rapidly flipping through it. "The only reason that adolescent males
would be needed," she reason aloud, "would be for the transference
ceremony." 

"But they said..." He trailed off, trying to remember specifics of the
men who'd showed up. They'd known all the correct information about
the scoobies. Who was who, what they did, how much each of them were
needed. But when it came to the Slayer, they had been coming off as
though they were proud of her. A Slayer that disobeyed the Council's
orders, who had a group of mortals helping her, who was also getting
help from a vampire. "They weren't Watchers...?" 

"No, they were probably members of a satanic cult. They need the
transference ceremonies to drain the magical properties from males
going through puberty. Females are no good to them, because of the
inherent yin qualities, as opposed to the male yang." 

"You make it sound like they're some kind of vampires." 

"They are, in a way. Most of them don't have true powers, they depend
on the ceremony to get the powers they need." 

Will groaned into his hands. "And I fell right into their trap." 

Jenny rubbed his back. "You didn't know. What you did was one of the
most unselfish acts I can think of. I can't think of much that would
make me agree to be trapped in a male form, and all the macho crap that
comes with it." She paused. "Although there are a few days a month
when...well, let's not get into that. Now, we better tell the other so
that..." 

"NO!! Miss Calendar, you can't! You promised!" 

"We need their help if we're going to stop all this." 

"I know, but if they found out I was really..." He wanted to die at
the thought of Buffy learning who she really was, after what they'd
done together...

Jenny stared down into his eyes and sighed. "All right, why can't I
tell them?" 

Will ducked his head, trying to control the deep blush that engulfed
his face and neck. 
"IsortafellinlovewithBuffyandweaccidentallyslepttogether." 

Jenny collapsed back onto the couch, gaping slightly at the painfully
shy young man. "Oh, Willow, you didn't?" 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but you can't just tell them. Please,
Miss Calendar?" 

She sighed heavily. "All right, on two conditions." 

"Anything." 

"First, you agree to let me begin teaching you how to control your
powers. The male form focuses them differently than the female, same
reason only boys are targeted." 

He nodded. Discovering the different centers of gravity in this form
had given him new appreciation for the necessary adjustments. "Okay."

"Second, we tell Giles. We'll need his wisdom and guidance to deal
with the cult, and you can trust his discretion with the...other
matter."

He gulped. "Yeah, he'll be cool about it. He'll be calm..."


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"YOU WHAT...?!!" 

He quickly ducked behind Jenny's back, trembling slightly from the
anger radiating from her mentor. "I didn't mean to. I was only trying
to help." 

"If you'd simply come to me to begin with, none of this would've
happened." Giles jerked off his glasses and began to wipe them. 

"Actually, it would've happened anyway. These men have targeted
Willow, since the others probably weren't strong enough to work in the
ceremony. Even if Willow had refused, they still would've cast the
spell on her, so that they could use her." 

Giles stared hard at Jenny, his eyes flashing in frustration. "And
you're saying that Willow is..." 

"Yes." 

"And just how, may I ask, do you know this?" 

Jenny dropped her gaze briefly before meeting his intense gaze. "I'm
from the gypsy tribe that cursed Angelus. I've known for a while how
strong Willow was." 

"Y-you're..." Giles sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Just
how strong is she?" 

"Strong enough to be a part of my tribe." 

"Oh dear." Giles pinched his nose, mumbling to himself. "Very well,
we'll need to inform the others, so that we can correct this mess." 

"I'm afraid that's going to be a problem." 

"What now?" 

Oh boy, here came the really embarrassing part...

Jenny chuckled slightly. "It seems Willow has been, ah, playing
'Romeo' with Buffy." 

Will braced himself for another explosion, but after a long, long
silence, Giles simply took off his glasses, rubbed at his eyes, and
muttered, "These horny teenagers will be the death of me..."


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He felt guilty. No, he felt like he should be damned for all eternity.
His one favorite part of his personality was that he was a good
person, one who just didn't give into temptation. Except for a few
hours ago, when he'd...no, let's be honest, SHE'd made love to the only
woman to befriend her, and worse, she'd loved every second of it. 

There was a connection between them that had been there when he was a
'she', but now it was even stronger, drawing her to her friend with an
intensity that scared her. But none of it really mattered. In a few
weeks, he'd go back to being plain old Willow, best friend. Buffy
would be none the wiser. And these feelings would go away when she got
her old familiar body back. Wouldn't they...?

Things were just so complicated, and she hadn't even figured out what
she was going to do now. 

The hairs on his neck stood up, it felt like someone was trying to use
their eyes to drill into him. He swallowed and subtly began to glance
around himself, keeping up his slow pace. 

His eyes paused for a second, then dropped back to the ground. In the
shadows across the street was a man with white hair and gold eyes that
glowed dimly, just enough for him to see them. From the sides of his
eyes he could see the man moving across the street, a long, metal,
detailed staff in his right hand. 

As the man drew nearer, Will was certain he could sense something dark
radiating from the staff like the rumblings of a storm cloud.

He struggled to remain conscious, but the blackness had already begun
to settle over his mind... 


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Jenny was tired. Giles had been very unhappy with her over keeping her
identity secret. He'd been even more unhappy when she'd told him about
the 'happiness' clause in the curse, but he'd been downright shocked
and saddened when he'd found about Buffy and Willow. 

The blonde Slayer had been so ecstatic in the last two days. Her
performance had improved greatly, and she was lighthearted in general. 
Both adults knew that the truth would come as a terrible blow to her,
but they couldn't afford to deal with her heartbreak and depression
under the current circumstances. They'd both agreed that, for the time
being, they would allow Willow to keep this a secret, though they both
believed that Buffy needed to know the truth. Sooner or later.

She sped up as she approached Willow's block, having decided that the
young man should stay with her until this whole thing was over. That,
of course, required some discretion, as a student living with a teacher
of the opposite sex was pure scandal-fodder at the best of times. But
desperate times called for desperate measures. 

She turned left, and nearly slammed on her brakes as she spotted the
elder man picking Willow up. She slowed down, turning off her
headlights. 

The man didn't seem to notice her as he climbed into a black van that
was parked nearby. 

She slammed her foot onto the gas pedal to follow the van racing off. 
With her free hand, she quickly dialed Giles' number on her car phone. 
'Come on, pick up...' 


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Buffy was almost giddy as she sneaked into Willow's house, clutching
her overnight sack to her body. She couldn't believe any of this was
happening. The minute she'd meet Will, she felt an intimate connection
to him that was so strong that it was impossible for her to fight. 
Then again, she didn't want to fight it. 

She silently opened the bedroom door, and entered the dark room, her
eyes running over the nude man, now asleep. He was so beautiful in her
eyes. Lean, pale body... 

Unmoving...






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