FIC : "Of Stakes & Spells" 19/?

["satanslilangl" <satanslilangl@xxxxxxxxx>]

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(Author's Note: Due to request, 
and the fact that this was one 
of the few things that I could 
work on while away, I decided to 
do a small up-date. I hope it is 
to all of your likings. BTW; I 
was listening to 'The Italian Job' 
soundtrack while writing this . . . 
good for focus!)

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       = = = (*Personal Revelations*) = = =  (Part one of two)

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  The next day the Slayer found herself in Giles' house doing 
research on some weird star-constellation that was said to be the 
signal that some great bringing of doomed soothing-or-other. She 
didn't really care, she could handle it . . . or Slay it at any rate. 
{Funny how being in love can make everything seem so secondary,} 
Buffy thought, {All that matters is that she's safe and Happy.}. 
Willow looked up from her book, feeling the Slayers gaze on her, and 
smiled. The blonde smiled back, and then returned her eyes to her own 
book.

"Any luck yet?" Giles asked from the kitchen. The room all grunted in 
the negative, and the older British man sighed in defeat. "Very well, 
I think that's enough for today. Off with you all." Before the words 
had ever left his mouth Anya had Xander by the collar and was 
dragging him out the door. He gave a feeble wave and was gone. They 
all held in a laugh at how whipped he was, but at how happy Anya made 
him.

"Hey Giles?" Willow asked slowly, "What's the name of the prophecy?" 
Giles sipped his tea, and shook his head.

"One from the Codex. I did some back-reading and came across it. It 
may not happen for a number of years, but it'd be nice to get a bit 
of a jump on it." They nodded, and Buffy's face fell slightly. Giles 
headed back up-stairs quickly, a number of books in hand. Willow, 
closing her book, noticed the Slayer's distracted look.

"Buffy?" she asked slowly, the blonde didn't seem to ever hear her. 
Getting up, she walked over to her and sat down on the arm of her 
chair. Still no movement. Placing a finger under her girl-friends 
chin she forced her to look at her. As soon as she was pulled out of 
her reverie, she smiled slightly.

"Hey," she laughed slightly, "Got a little lost in thought." Willow 
nodded and kissed her head softly.

"What's wrong?" Willow asked almost happily. Buffy just looked at her 
like she was confused. "Don't give me that face, Buff. You were 
thinking about something . . . something sad." Buffy looked away, and 
then back at her girl-friend, a fake smile in place.

"I fine, really. Just thinking about Mid-terms." Willow's face looked 
accusing, and slowly turned into resolve face. Buffy winced.

"Buffy Anne Summers." Willow stated almost as a warning. "Are you 
lying to me?" Buffy nodded slowly, knowing there was no weapon to 
defeat Resolve-Willow. "Then tell me what's really bothering you." It 
wasn't a question, it was a demand.

"The Prophecy." She said simply. Willow nodded, and waved for her to 
go on. Sighing, Buffy laid her head into a hand. "It's from the 
Codex."

"Yes . . . ?" Willow said, a little more gently.

"The book of Slayer-Prophecies." Buffy took a deep breath and felt 
Willow lay a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Giles thinks it could be 
YEARS away . . . what if the prophecy isn't for me?" she finished 
quietly. Willow stiffened, and Buffy felt it. Lifting her head 
slightly, she winced at seeing the scared look on Willow's face.

"Not for you?" she asked slowly, "You mean . . . like, for another 
Slayer?" Buffy nodded. "But that's impossible!" Willow said 
quickly, "Faith's been in a coma for way to long to ever wake 
up . . . the doctors all said she was vegetable. Her brain is 
practically soup - Vegetable Soup! There's no one else it could be 
for." She said firmly.

"Willow," Buffy said gently, "I know that no one likes to talk about 
it bu - "

"Then don't talk about it!" Willow said almost angrily. "That's 
what's done in polite circles! When there's something that doesn't 
want to be heard, and it's not true anyways, then people don't 
mention it! It's just left alone, to rot and die and be forgotten, 
and then people can by happy and move on - " the red-head was 
silenced with a kiss. As Buffy pulled away, she placed a hand on 
either of the girl's cheeks.

"As cute as you are when you babble like that," she said quietly, "I 
think we need to talk about this." Willow kept her eyes closed and 
shook her head. "Willow, please. We know that Slayers don't last 
forever . . . I'm almost three years over my expiration-date as it 
is, and although I've out-lasted my two predecessors . . . I think we 
need to consider that, well, accidence happen." A tear leaked out of 
the redhead's pinched eyes, and Buffy whipped them away. "Will, 
please look at me?"

"I can't." she said quietly. Buffy wrapped her up in a hug, and 
pulled the poor girl into her lap, rocking her gently. "You're not 
allowed. You're not allowed to leave me, Buffy." She said 
firmly, "You have to stay until it's the right time for you to go. Or 
else, when the REAL Apocalypse come and *Everyone* dies, including 
me." She was starting to sound like a child, and she didn't care. 
Buffy kissed the top of her head, and laughed slightly. "What's so 
funny?" Willow demanded sadly.

"There is one other option." She said as she continued to hold her 
distressed girl-friend. "Faith could be killed off by the Counsel so 
they can have a new Slayer. Then maybe she can deal with all that 
World-Savage- Crap . . ." Willow gave a wet chuckle, and wrapped her 
arms around the blonde's middle.

"Yeah, well, I wish they'd get on with it . . ." she said spitefully. 
There was so much venom in Willow's words that Buffy pulled back 
slightly to look down at her girl-friend. The redhead seemed 
surprised to see the shock on Buffy's face and they just looked at 
each other for a second.

"Do you really mean that?" the Slayer asked slowly. Willow nodded, 
wondering why she'd ask. Buffy leaned back, not looking at Willow, 
but anywhere else.

"What?" She asked slowly. Buffy just shook her head, and waved it 
off, though she still didn't look at her girl-friend. "What!?" she 
demanded loudly.

"Nothing, Will, calm down." Buffy said, gently, getting up, forcing 
the redhead to stand as well.

"No, Buffy, I want to know. What did I say?"

"Nothing, nothing. I just didn't expect that . . . you know . . . 
forget it." She said, as she started gathering books to put back on 
the shelves. Buffy grabbed the books out of her hands, and slammed 
them down on the table.

"Buffy! I've just about had enough of this 'I'll-Keep-It-To-Myself-
Crap'! Tell me what - "

"FAITH, OKAY?!" Buffy yelled, right back at her, "Yeah; she messed 
up, yeah; she could be a real bitch at the worst times, and okay; she 
tried to kill pretty much all of us, but that doesn't give us the 
right to wish her dead!" She huffed, and grabbed the books up 
again, "If it wasn't for her, we never would have beaten The 
Mayor . . . why does everyone seem to forget that she was the one 
that fixed the whole in the plan? When it came down to it, she helped 
us, and I hate the fact that you all pass judgment on her when none 
of you knew her like I did . . ." Buffy sighed, and flopped down on 
the couch, looking totally exhausted.

"Are you defending her?" Willow asked, completely shocked. Buffy just 
shook her head and sighed.

"No." she said flatly, getting up. "Just forget it." She walked over 
to the book shelves, and started putting the books away slowly.

"Are you actually saying that?" Willow asked her almost angrily. 
Buffy didn't answer, she just kept putting books back. "You think 
that all that crap she pulled was actually justified by some stupid 
dream you two shared while you both were passed out in the 
hospital?!" with that Buffy slammed the last book home so hard, the 
wooden backing to the book-case practically shattered. Willow winced, 
and took a step back.

"Willow?" Buffy said slowly, "Please, stop." This was what most 
Scoobies called the 'Last-Warning' voice. It sounded perfectly calm, 
but was like the small bit of humidity you get before an earth-quake, 
or the way the ocean seems to be placid before a storm. Willow didn't 
care.

"Is this because you and she had a thing?" Her voice had an edge, and 
she knew it. Buffy closed her eyes, and slowly turned to Willow. She 
slowly walked towards her girl-friend, and stood about three feet in 
front of her. When she did open her eyes, they were completely black. 
Not a sliver of green was visible, and that scared Willow. The only 
other times she'd seen Buffy like this was in the throws of heated 
Passion, or when she was on the Hunt. Not patrolling, that was 
different . . . this only happened when she went out looking for 
something to pummel, and thrash, and destroy. Her chest heaved as she 
slowly began talking.

"Willow," her voice shook slightly with a false calm, "Get - Over - 
It." She closed her eyes, again, and Willow watched as the Slayer 
clenched her fists to the point that her knuckles hand turned 
white. "I Love you, you know that, and - for the record - I kissed 
her forehead. I don't want Faith, I don't want Tara, why would I EVER 
want them when I have you? So please, as a favor to me, please drop 
it." Buffy open her eyes, still slightly dilated, and took a 
shakingly clam breath. She cleared her throat, and looked everywhere 
but Willow. As her eyes landed on the door, she slowly walked towards 
it.

"Buffy!" Willow called haltingly, not wanting the Slayer to leave 
still mad at her, but the blonde raised her hand, halting all speech. 
She slowly made her way back out the door. All the while, Willow just 
stood there, watching her go, wondering how this had all started. {So 
that's a fight . . .} Willow thought sadly, {Two days and already 
we're yelling . . . is this a sign?}. The red-head sighed and walked 
to the doorway. No sign of Buffy in sight. As she walked slowly back 
towards the campus, she wondered what would happen the next time they 
saw each-other.

(To Be Continued . . .)

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       (Author's Note: Hey People! I know that probably wasn't what 
you wanted, or were expecting, but it was needed. It's part of the 
story, and I PROMISE - you can hold me to it - that there will be 
Smoochies and so on and so forth in the next two chapters to come! 
Just have to wait to get home from Italy . . . )

       ~ VixenRaign ~

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