FIC : "Of Stakes & Spells" 11/? [W/B]

["satanslilangl" <satanslilangl@xxxxxxxxx>]

Wowzers Y'all . . .
what i said about the No-Feed-Back
thing, on reflection, i realized that
it sounded slightly like Guilt-trip
Mommy-talk...... Sorry about that,
it was not my intention. Also, I'm
GOing to be out of town for a while,
twice:
June 12-16, and June 25 - August 9.
I'm going to spend this next week-end 
getting LOADS of work done (FanFic
work!), but i may not have a computer
with me, so it may take time to type
it out even once i get back. As for 
the longer trip, i will be in Europe,
and i will MOST LIKELY not have a 
computer. I wish i could y'all, all 
that time and no key-board to finish 
OS&S! (*Growly noises*).
i hope that i can get some work done 
before i leave and i hope that you 
guys/gals like whatever i can provide 
you with.

Again, sorry about the Guilt-trip 
sounding note on my last post; i 
noticed it on reflection as to why i 
would recieve so many FB-notes. I 
had only meant it as an off-hand
comment. It seems to be happening to 
me all over all the boards i'm posting
at, so . . .
ANYWAYS! HERE's CHAPTER ELEVEN!

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= = = (*The Little Things*) = = = 

Buffy stood out in the hall, talking to Riley, and waiting for class 
to start. In the week or so she and Willow had been apart, the 
blond had spent a lot of time with the Psych TA. Most of that time 
had been spent catching up on the classes she'd slept through, or 
couldn't remember because of memory loss caused by Cursed Beer . . .

Though she didn't tell Riley about that. Buffy had simply told 
Riley she was having trouble fallowing what "The Evil Bitch Monster 
Of Death" was talking about. He was happy to help the Slayer with 
her reading comprehension, and Buffy was starting to realize that 
what Willow had said was true: Riley wasn't such a bad gut after 
all. He no longer talked about cheese, and Buffy was glad. Though 
she often worried; she didn't want to lead him on.

As Buffy's watch beeped, proclaiming the hour, she and Riley walked 
into the Lecture Hall. She walked into find Willow sitting in their 
usual seats, and (as always) saving one for Buffy. She was always 
there early, and seemed to gain some amount of joy, no matter how 
small, at the sight of Buffy smiling at her as she walked in. Buffy 
sat down next to her best friend, and took out her note taking stuff 
(though secretly she was planning to take a nap). She rested her 
head in her left hand, and a sleep slowly took control of her 
thoughts, the right hand dropped to her side. 

Willow listened as intently as ever, taking color-coded notes, and 
trying not to let her mind wander. Every now and then she'd glance 
at Buffy, and occasionally at Riley. It'd not gone unnoticed to the 
Witch how much time Buffy and He had spent together over the last 
several days, and it was worrying her. The Slayer, it had seemed, 
had really warmed up to the simple minded TA, and Willow was 
concerned about how warm they were going to get! She knew she'd 
lied to Buffy, and she was sorry, but she didn't realize she could 
loose her in their 'time off'. As she noticed her best friend relax 
into sleep, she too let her free hand drop. As her right hand 
continued busily taking notes, the left was slowly inching its way 
towards the Slayer's . . .

As Willow's hand found Buffy's she was disappointed to find a pen 
grasped in the blonde's fingers. She pouted slightly. Unknown to 
the Witch, Riley had seen her sad face, though he had not seen what 
had gone on under the desks. As Willow continued to take notes with 
her right hand, the finger of her left drew intricate designs on the 
back of Buffy's. She glanced at the Slayer, and saw her stir 
slightly, and felt Buffy's hand shift under her own. The Witch was 
about to pull her hand away, discouraged by the blonde's reaction to 
her touch, when she heard a small clatter at the floor by her feet.

Looking down, Willow noticed that it was Buffy's pen. Willow 
stopped paying attention to the lecture as she glanced at Buffy's 
hand. It was empty and now turn upward, as though asking to be 
held. She slowly and carefully slipped her hand into the 
Slayer's. She watched as the corners of Buffy's lips turned upwards 
into a sleepy grin. Willow smiled. 

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= = = (*Dreaming Of You*) = = = 

"I'm talking about communication. Talking. Not the same thing." 
Prof. Walsh was talking psychology, and as always Buffy wasn't paying 
attention. She was going on and on about the concept of thought 
before it actually takes shape, when it's perfect. Buffy could 
relate, she often had trouble turning her thoughts into words, 
especially when it came to tell Willow how she felt. Just then she 
heard Walsh call "Buffy Summers!" 

Buffy's head shot up, worried she'd be yelled at for not paying 
attention. Instead she saw that she was being waved down to the 
front of the class. Willow smiled her encouragement, so she 
approached her professor. "A typical collage girl, one assumes. 
Go lay down on my desk."

"What?" Buffy asked, more then slightly confused.

"Go on, it's perfectly safe." Buffy hopped up on the desk, and 
reclined slightly "Riley, if you'd assist?" Riley pushed off from 
the wall were he'd been standing, and walked over past Walsh.

"A demonstration?" he asked skeptically. She nodded.

"Be a good boy." Riley walked over to the table, and leaned over 
Buffy. She leaned back further, trying to keep away from him. He 
leaned in again, now Buffy leaned all the way back, putting her hands 
up to stop his assent. Riley frowned, and turned to Walsh. They 
both shrugged, looking at Buffy as though they didn't understand. 
Just then Willow pushed between the two, and smiled at Buffy. Buffy 
smiled back. Walsh and Riley stood back as Willow put and hand on 
Buffy waist, and one on her shoulder. She leaned in slowly.

"This feels strange . . ." Buffy whispered to her friend. Willow 
just smiled and leaned even closer.

"Don't worry. When I kiss you I'll make the sun go down . . ." she 
whispered. Willow leaned forward, and their lips touched. When 
Buffy realized she couldn't feel it, she realized she was dreaming. 
She kissed Willow back soundly, though she was now thoroughly 
disappointed it was only a dream. As they broke apart, both smiled, 
and looked around. As Willow helped Buffy off the table, she saw 
that the sun had indeed gone down, the class empty. 

She heard a faint humming like singing coming from the hall. It 
sounded like a cross between the 'Na Na Na-Na Na' teasing 
and, 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. As Buffy fallowed the eerie 
child's voice she heard the strange words:

"Can't even shout,

Can't even cry,

The gentlemen are coming by!

"Looking in windows

knocking on doors,

they're gonna take seven,

and they might take yours!

"Can't call to mom,

Can't say a word,

You're gonna die screaming,

But you won't be heard!" The singer was a small blond girl, dressed 
in pajamas, and holding a wooden box with simple designs all over 
it. Buffy felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around, 
expecting to see Willow behind her. That's not what she saw! 
Instead she came face to face with a tall pale figure with metal 
teeth and a HUGE fake smile and blood shot eyes that seemed 
infinitely evil. 

Suddenly, the bell rang, waking Buffy from her dream. Her hand felt 
warm, and she watched Willow pack up her stuff, a teasing look in her 
eye.

"Wow, wasn't that class amazing? Especially that last 40 minutes! 
Explained everything we'd need to know for the final!" the Witch 
stated in her most convincing voice.

"Just tell me I didn't snore." Buffy said as she gathered her 
stuff. Her friend smiled at her.

"Very discreet, minimal drool." They both headed towards the door, 
glad to be free, at least for a little while. 

"So, Buffy, have any interesting dreams?" Willow asked excited to 
hear about Buffy's rest. The Slayer nodded.

"It was weird though-"

"Hey guys," Riley interrupted, "You heading over to Stevenson?" 

"Nah, cafeteria bound." Buffy answered.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, looking from Buffy to Willow and back 
again. Buffy nodded, and Willow's pout went unnoticed. 

"Buffy was just telling me about the dream she had in Psych." Willow 
interrupted, wanting to hear what had happened.

"Really?" Riley asked, sounding interested, "You know as a Psych 
major I'm qualified to say things like 'Hmm' and scribble illegible 
little notes as you tell me about it?" he asked, trying to sound 
enticing. Buffy smiled, and Willow felt like she needed to leave.

"You know, I just remembered I have that thing . . ." Willow said 
vaguely, trying to get out of there before Riley started making Buggy 
eyes, and Buffy hung on to his every word. "I'll see you after 
Wicca group?" She asked Buffy, who nodded. They waved Willow off, 
who sneakily went ahead, to a place she knew they would pass so she 
could listen. She put her note-book in front of her face so they 
wouldn't see her.

Little did she know that Buffy had seen, and was going to make the 
Witch Pay for her nosy behavior. "So this dream," Riley asked 
jovially, "Was I in it?" Buffy smiled.

"There might have been a cameo . . ."

"Just a cameo?" he asked jokingly, as they neared Willow's hiding 
place.

"More like a staring role . . ." Buffy teased, slightly louder, 
making sure Willow would hear.

"Romantic lead?" The TA asked excitedly.

"I'm not saying a word . . ." the Slayer said in a sing song voice. 
Willow watched them leave the building, a frown marring her sweet 
face. {I wonder what their future kids will look like?} She 
wondered sadly as she slowly made her way down the hall to Wicca 
group.

"So what are your plans for this evening?" Riley asked, trying to 
keep conversation light.

"Patrolling." She stated, forgetting that Riley wasn't a Scooby.

"Patrolling?" he asked, sounding surprised and confused.

"Uhm, I mean petroleum." She corrected quickly.

"Tonight you have crude oil?" he asked skeptically.

"And homework!" she said, trying to get the conversation off her 
slight flub. He smiled and talked about his work for tonight. 
Going on about how he had to grade papers. Then a thought came to 
her. "What papers?" she asked quickly.

"Huh?" he asked, confused by what she meant. He had spaced out 
while looking at her.

"What papers? We just got our grades back, and all that's left is 
the final . . ." she stated.

"Oh! Right!" Riley quickly remembered, "Late papers. And, you 
know, extra-credit." Buffy nodded. They talked for a few more 
minutes, and then both said their good-byes. 

Buffy walked back to her dorm, deciding to do some work before she 
went to pick up Willow from her Witch-Group. She'd really missed 
Willow this past week, and she was ready to get back to their old 
routine. {Well, maybe not EXACTLY like that . . .} she thought 
smiling, {maybe more Touchy-Feely, I'm-In-Love-With-You and I-Want-To-
Make-You-'Happy' then we used to be, but back to spending all of our 
free time together. I can't wait to get to the Smoochies!} Buffy 
opened the door to their dorm, and walked in. After putting her 
stuff down, she stretched out on her bed, counting down the minutes 
till she got to see her Best Friend again. 

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(Author's note: Hope you like my AU version of 'HUSH', I had to play 
it all off from memory [except for the Gentlemen's Poem, which was 
sent to me by me Dear Dear Sammi {THANK YOU SO MUCH!}], so if I got 
anything wrong 'Sorry, I'm not perfect . . .' is all I have to say to 
you! 

The next chapter will be the beginning of the Willow-Buffy-Tara 
chaos! BE WARNED! If you read my little Bio-Box you will see that 
I am also openly a Buffy/Tara fan . . . so there will be chemistry 
between Buffy/Willow, Willow/Tara, and Buffy/Tara! Don't worry! 
This is still a Buffy/Willow story, and I won't be too mean to Tara 
(all you Amber-Holics, please take note that she one of my favorite 
actresses so she will not have her heart broken!). All you Riley 
Fans/Haters, sorry, he still becomes a Scooby! HOPE TO GET REVIEWS 
SOON, Tell Me What You THINK!) ~ViXeN~