FIC : "Of Stakes & Spells" 12/? [W/B]

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= = = (*The New Girl*) = = = 

While Willow finished her Wicca-Group-Meeting, Buffy stood off to the 
side, slightly hidden. She was there to make sure that there were 
no Witches fallowing in Amy's Mom's footsteps. On the bright side 
she hadn't seen any Witches like that, but on the down side, she 
doubted there were any Witches there at all (besides Willow). She 
watched them make fun of her best friend when she'd suggested Spell-
Work, and she was sorry to see it. She'd wanted Willow to make 
Witchy friends, she knew how much a friend like Amy had meant to 
her. Buffy knew what it was like to feel alone. She missed Faith, 
if not for her personality then for her destiny. It was nice to 
know she wasn't alone when it came to being a slayer.

Buffy watched as the group started to gather their things, and head 
off in to their own lives. Buffy noticed one girl in particular. 
She was slightly tall, with blond hair and brown roots, wearing a 
long flowing skirt and a peasant blouse. It was the girl who had 
tried to defend Willow's 'Wacky Notion Of Spells'. She had a sweet 
face, and a shy demeanor. Buffy hadn't really gotten a good look at 
her, as the girl had been sitting on the floor. Suddenly, as the 
girl packed up her stuff, her eyes met Buffy's . . . she didn't look 
away. 

"Hi . . ." Buffy mouthed to her, a slightly flirtatious smile in 
place. The girl blushed, and turned away, packing up her things 
again. {Wow, Buffy. You sure have an eye for the Gay ones!} She 
commended her self. {How do you know she's gay?} Questioned her 
other voice. {Because!} she said smugly, as she watched the girl 
glance back at her again, {If I had done that and she had been 
straight, she wouldn't have blushed and turned away . . .} The 
other voice just huffed at that. {Plus!} she continued, {Any 
straight girl would have sneered, and just walked away!}.

"Hey Buffy!" Willow called, walking over. Buffy hugged her in 
welcome, and watched as the sweet blonde passed them on her way out.

"Hey Will?" Buffy asked quietly, "Do you know that girl?" Buffy 
asked, pointing towards the blond. Willow frowned. {How did Buffy 
know Tara?} the witch wondered.

"No," Willow lied as they started walking back to the dorms, "Why?"

"I just saw her defending you. I thought maybe she was your new 
Wicca Study-Buddy." Buffy smiled and linked arms with her Copper-
Topped companion. She knew Willow had insecurities, and she wasn't 
about to tell her future Girl-Friend that she'd been checking out 
another girl. 

"No." Willow replied sadly, "I don't so."

"What' the matter? No real Witches in your Witch group?" Buffy 
asked knowingly.

"Not One!" the Witch huffed. "Seems these days everyone with a 
Henna tattoo and a spice rack thinks they're a sister to The Dark 
Ones . . . Stupid Wanna-Blessed-Bes!" she grumbled.

"Giles said that he was going to look into the dream I had and call 
us when he figures it out-"

"What?!" Willow interrupted. Buffy looked a little shocked, and 
confused. "Why would he call us about a dream you had while napping 
is Psych?" Willow asked, still a bit sore over the fact that she'd 
been dreaming about Riley. 

"I thought I told you . . ." Buffy said slowly, "I had a Slayer dream 
in class." Willow shook her head no. "Well I did. So I told 
Giles about it and he's going to try and work the kinks out of 
it . . ." she said heaving a sigh. "I didn't tell him all of it, 
as I'm pretty sure it didn't start out a Slayer Dream. I just told 
him the Evil-Killy-Thing parts. He wouldn't want to hear the rest 
anyways."

"What did you dream about?" Willow asked, trying to sound off hand, 
and not doing a very good job of it. Buffy smiled, knowing Willow 
was jealous of what she'd overheard earlier. 

"Oh, you know, this and that." Buffy said as they walked into the 
dorm. "Slayer dreams are all the same. Apocalypse, death, 
destruction, mayhem . . . they never change." Willow looked at her 
hopefully.

"What about, you know, the Non-Slayer part of it . . ?" Buffy smiled 
at her, and sat down on the Witch's bed next to her.

"You REALLY want to know?" she whispered. Willow silently gulped, 
but nodded. Buffy smiled, so it couldn't be that bad. {Buffy's 
not THAT cruel, is she?}

"Okay. It was sort of Ironic that I fell asleep during Walsh's 
lecture, only to dream about another one. She was going on and on 
about communication, and how that's different then talking . . ." and 
Buffy told Willow the whole dream, start to finish, poem and all. 
Buffy couldn't help smiling when she saw the Blushing grin that broke 
across her best-friend's face went she told her about the kiss. 
Though she didn't like the part where Buffy turned around, expecting 
to see her and finding a 'Gentleman' in her place. 

"Wow, Buff. That's one crazy dream. Did you tell Giles about the 
whole . . ." Willow pointed between them, referring to the kiss their 
dream self's shared. Buffy shook her head no, and pushed a strand 
of Copper behind a pail ear. Both smiled, and picked up their 
things. {It's been long enough . . .} Buffy though, {I want to kiss 
her NOW!} she though in a whining tone. 

Just then the phone rang, making them both jump. The Slayer reached 
over and picked it up. It was Xander, asking Buffy to Baby-sit 
Spike for the night so he and Anya could have a romantic evening. 
Buffy's response was "UGH!" as she hung-up the phone, 
disgustedly. "There is NO WAY I'm watching that guy tonight!" 
Willow laughed. "What's so funny?" 

"UGH!" Willow tried to repeat the sound, "It was funny! Made you 
sound like some kind of Cave- . . ." Willow trailed off, realizing 
the road they were heading down. Buffy sneered.

"Well at least one of us enjoyed my de-evolution!" Buffy couldn't 
hold back a smile. Willow played along.

"If I remember correctly, I wasn't the only one!" she poked the 
Slayer on the tummy, making her squeal and jump. Buffy's eyes 
bugged slightly.

"Willow! That had to be the cheekiest comment I've ever heard come 
out of your mouth . . ." she paused as though in though, "No, wait! 
I remember a better one. That comment about Cordelia, remember? 1-
800-I'm-Dating-A-Skanky-Ho!" both girls burst into laughter, Willow 
blushing slightly.