FIC : "Of Stakes & Spells" 2/? [W/B]

["satanslilangl" <satanslilangl@xxxxxxxxx>]

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==={*A Weird Welcome*}===

Buffy was just making her way back from the Movie Rental place when a 
thought came to her. {Maybe Willow likes Riley!} It made sense! 
Willow would have kept an eye on him at the party, and so she would 
have seen her talking to him, not to mention she would have seen that 
he didn't dance at all. Also, the fact that he was going after 
Buffy might explain why the Witch left without even telling the 
Slayer. {I didn't know!} she thought to her self {If I'd have known 
I would have hooked them up!}

Buffy thought about the idea of the two of them together and 
(although it made her skin crawl) it made sense. Both were very 
smart, good at psychology, they seemed to have a lot in common. 
{But for some reason I don't like the idea of them being together. 
Makes me want to punch the jerk . . .} she thought. She'd always been 
very aggressive when it came to Willow. When Angel had attacked her 
in 11th grade she had lost it. She flew off the handle when she got 
home. 

Then, last year, when they had gotten the box of Gavrock from the 
Mayor there was no question of weather or not to trade. {There was 
no choice} Buffy though then as she did now, {The world isn't worth 
saving without Willow in it!} she remembered the nasty comment that 
Wesley had made after they'd rescued her. About how if the pages 
the witch had stolen were meaningless then they were back at square 
one. Buffy didn't think so. She was glad that Willow knew how 
much she meant to Buffy. THE WORLD. She had risked the world and 
gambled hell-on-earth in exchange for her. 

{Plus,} The blond thought, {Even if we did keep the Gavrock and give 
up Willow I don't think we'd have one. Willow's the brains of this 
Family, and the Mayor wouldn't have stopped even if he'd lost the 
box. We needed her. I needed her.}

Buffy was shaken out of her thought as she saw that all the lights 
had gone out in her dorm. She saw a bunch of guys in Army garb 
running inside and standing out front. Using her Slayer Speed she 
ran all the way up to her dorm, only to find that it was a 
battlefield! 

The Commandoes were everywhere, and they were even in her dorm. 
They seemed to be trying to drag people out of it. Smoke was 
filling the hall along with a few screams from her neighbors. Then 
she heard Willow's shouts and her Powers kicked in. Now she could 
see in the dark, and what she saw she didn't like! Three guys were 
trying to drag Willow and some guy from her room!

She jumped into action, kicking the men off her best friend, they 
came after her but she threw them like rag-dolls. Two of them ran 
back down the hall, while one stayed behind, he looked ready to face 
off with her, but suddenly changed his mind. Then the man they had 
been trying to drag out of the room got up.

"SPIKE?!" She yelled, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" she 
grabbed him by the front of his duster and smashed him against the 
wall. He coughed and spluttered a little, unable to fight the 
slayer off.

"Buffy?" came the feeble whisper for Willow, who was on the ground 
trying to get the wind knocked back into her. Buffy ran over to her 
and took her hand helping her up. Spike took this moment to run for 
his UnLife. Buffy carefully brought Willow to her feet, and walking 
her into their room.

"Are you sure that you're okay?" the Slayer asked cautiously.

"Buffy, I'm bruised. That all, I swear. Are you okay?" She 
quickly gave her friend the once over, looking for injuries (but 
finding none). 

"Yeah, I'm fine. I got more for my trouble from the vamp I stakes 
on my way out-"

"Vamp?!" Willow asked, nervous for her friend, "There was one 
besides Spike you mean?"

"Yeah, don't worry. He's blowin' in the wind now." She gave Willow 
a quick hug, and placed her on the bed, carrying her like a small 
child. Willow was taken aback by this protective nature, she hadn't 
expected it. She looked up at her best friend worriedly.

"I'm sorry Buff." She said in her little girl voice, sounding more 
like the Willow from 10th grade. 

"For what?" the Slayer asked, pushing some of the copper strands 
behind the Witch's ears.

"I shouldn't be so mopey. If I wasn't then this never would have 
happened. We would still be at that party and there'd be no 
commando guy breaking down our door, not to mention the fact that you 
wouldn't be attacked on your way to get movies so I can wallow in 
self-shame."

"Willow!" Buffy said quietly, stopping the ramble before someone got 
hurt, "It's my job to get attacked by Vampires. Don't sweat it, 
okay?" Willow bowed her head sadly. "Besides, that counts as a 
patrol. No cemetery hopping for me tonight! Get to spend an 
evening with my favorite Woman in the world."

"Who? You're mom?" Willow tried to sound serious, but she couldn't 
keep in the laugh.

"No, I got something a little more Red-headed-Witchy in mind." She 
gave her another hug and snuggled up next to her best friend on the 
bed.



To Be Continued . . .

~VixenRaign~