Title: Girl's Night Out *TOO* Author: Ivy Gort
Spoilers: Fifth Season
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Rating:PG
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Pairing: Buffy and Willow
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Summary: Things aren't right with our Slayer.
BETA: Ann Marie is the Great Goddess.
Note: I'm playing fast and loose with canon.
Part
Two `She moved in circles,
and those circles moved....' By Theodore Roethke.
Tonight everything in my
life is going to change. It will
change utterly and completely.
Whether I?m all snuggled up in my bed or if I?m out hunting Buffy, it
doesn?t matter. I know it, I feel
it, I?ve been dreaming every night for the past week. I check the clock and yep,
it?s exactly 2 minutes later than the last time I looked at it. My stomach growls because I haven?t
eaten since this morning ? I haven?t been able to keep anything down for the
past two days?thus I don?t want to eat ?. It?s been two weeks since
Buffy ducked out on me. And it?s hurt. I didn't know I could hurt like this,
like I can't breathe, can't catch my breath because something is missing. Buffy is missing in my life. I thought I could give her
more time, I thought I could be cool with her needing space. Except, my dreams tell me that time just
ran out. A dread has been building
inside me for the past two weeks, the dreams have been intensifying, and tonight
everything has reached the zenith. Something's coming and I
can?t stop it. I get up from my
bed; it doesn?t matter if I?m ready to leave a few minutes early. It?s taken me two weeks to prepare for
tonight and no matter how yucky I may feel I will stick to my plan, I have too.
I walk around my empty,
lonely, dorm room collecting the spells I need, thinking about Buffy. I haven?t
been able to turn my brain off for the entire two weeks. Something's not right with her,
something is very wrong and she won't talk about it. Normally I can tell what?s going on in
her head; her face is so expressive.
It?s easy to read her if you just pay attention. But lately it?s been impossible. I know that she?s avoiding
me because she?s never let us be alone.
I tried to catch her at home twice last week. Mrs. Summers? answered the door both
times, which was good. I?m glad
she?s recovering so well from her surgery.
'Damn, I?m drifting again ? I can tell that she?s
avoiding me because she?s never let us be alone. If I show up at her house,
somehow she knows it, and she leaves through the back door. IF I walk in on her
while she?s training at the Magic Box she suddenly has to have Giles show her
some a new move? 'Stop this ?No you have to get this
out or you?ll just stand in front of Buffy and cry when it comes time to
talk.? So, ok, the only time we?ve
exchanged more than a word or two was during the weekly Scooby meeting on
Thursday. Ergo, the avoidance. I realize that I had been standing next
to my bookcase, lost in thought for a good five minutes, which means I?m going
to be late if I don?t hurry up. I have to stop by my
dresser to stock up on pixie dust; it should work on one or two vampires and
requires little energy to invoke.
Most of my spells are low grade energy users so I can use more of them,
thus knocking out more targets.
The only problem I have in stopping by my dresser--is that it has a
picture of Buffy on it--and I nearly start to cry again.
?I have to deal with these
feelings now ?? To say I?m a little miffed
at Buffy?s avoidance is like saying the Hoover Dam is a Beaver Pond. After she blew me off two weeks ago, I
came home and circled today on my calendar. I did that for several reasons, one I
was so angry I wanted to either turn her into a frog or put a truth spell on
her. Both of which would be against
the ethics I chose when I signed up for the Witchey lifestyle. So I wanted a cooling off period. The second reason was that Buffy might
have actually been telling the truth; that she needed to get home to her
mother. So I wanted to give her
time to come to me and talk about what was going on.
'Ha! Like that would ever happen in this
lifetime!' And the final reason I
waited, it?s also the most important: I wanted to be able to protect myself from
Sunnydale's nightlife. I have the
responsibility to not to take stupid chances with my life. I don?t want Buffy to be destroyed
because I was dumb. The fact is: I know that Buffy loves me. I know it. I want to say I know it in my bones, but
it?s deeper than that. I don?t
think I?ll ever be able to explain other than it's more than love, more than
friendship, it?s almost like I?m supposed to be a part of her. She would die if I were killed and she
wasn?t there to protect me. Love comes with
conditions. The first is not to
take stupid chances with your life. ?Hear that Buffy! You have
to tell me what?s wrong so I can help fix it!? Seven days ago the dreams
started. Faint at first, just a
series of sensations, then over the past 3 days they have grown into
full-blown-surround-sound colorful dreams.
It?s almost like the dreams are what Buffy calls her "Slayer
dreams." They always begin the
same, they just end differently.
I shake myself out of my
thoughts; I so cannot do the dream interpretation thing right now. That?s enough dealing for now or I?m
going to be late. I look at the clock and gather the rest
of the supplies I need to go out safely on a Saturday night in Sunnydale. I brought Old Navy Cargo pants and an
Army surplus jacket just to carry everything. The name on the coat is A. Smith ? I
sure hope whoever A. Smith was that she had good luck with it. Now I know I?m delaying the
confrontation. The irony is nearly
overwhelming, that I?d been waiting for this moment for two weeks and when the
time comes I?m late. Buffy?s Saturday night
patrol route will almost bring her right to me. Restfield is just three blocks from
campus. Close enough that the risk is small, far enough away that Buffy will
insist on walking me home.
?Stop delaying and just go,
I check one last time to
make sure I have everything, I can't believe how nervous I am, my palms are
sweaty. Well, actually I can
believe how nervous I am. My life
is going to change after tonight; I know it, I feel it. I glance around the room
one more time; I don't know if I'm delaying or if I really am trying to be
careful for Buffy.
I check my spells one last
time; I'm very comfortable with most of the spells I carry. I think I could take on as many as 5 or
6 vamps at once and survive. But
Vamps aren't Glory. There is one
spell that I have that I?m not sure will work, nor have I been able to work out
all the kinks in it if it did work.
What did I just say about
taking chances with your life? The
nightmare I had the other night comes back to me: Buffy's lying broken and
bloody at the Goddess' feet ? I grab up the spell, stuff it in the inside pocket
of A. Smith's coat and head out the door.
It will be a last resort type thing ?. Some chances are worth the
risk. *** If Buffy follows the route
then she should be right over that hill; of course it depends on how many vamps
she has to fight and where. 'Then
again she might be a little ahead of schedule ?.' I think as I see a slight
figure crest the hill. The vision is dramatic, the moon shining off her bright
hair, her head held high and proud. Her gate screams warrior or ancient Goddess,
and did I mention proud, well I meant it.
With a capital P. Whatever
vibe she?s giving off it goes straight through me, I want to rush up to her and
kiss her; or have her rush down to me and command me. I?m torn as to which one I want to
happen the most. I have to stomp down on the
feelings; Buffy will be able to sense them and I really want to have this
conversation. But, oh Goddess she
is something, it?s not so much her beauty because, hey 50 feet away and it's
dark?but there's something?her strength?
Nah, I can?t see her strength, she?s just different tonight. There?s some kind of current running
beneath the surface in her, there is a bright light coming out of her that I
thought was the moon and now I?m not so sure. And damn! I can tell the
exact moment that she senses me because there is a tiny hint of a pause in her
step and the light is extinguished as if it were never there. The strange
feeling of current is also gone and some part of me misses it. Maybe it was all my imagination?
Maybe I just thought I saw
it, felt it? I know I do see her
shoulders slump, creating a defeated curve to her neck, and her feet starting
dragging with each step she takes.
I realize two things at once, that I was right, this was the only the way
I was going to get her alone and that she needs to talk to me. That?s she?s missed me as much as I?ve
missed her. ?Will.? She doesn?t so much
as greet me as acknowledge that I?m here.
?She?I wondered how long it would take you to think of meeting me.? Buffy stops in front me, stumbling over the
words. ?Buffy, we need to ?.? . ?Talk?? She finishes for me
raising a fine eyebrow. ?Yes, I
know.? She sighs and then motions for me to follow her. ?I?ll walk you back to the dorm, though
it looks like you came hunting for bear.? She indicates my unusual
dress. ?Well a girl?s gotta
protect herself.? I say, trying to lighten the depression I can feel settling
over her. ?That is true Will,? she
answers in a defeated voice.
? Her touch on my cheek is
light, gentle, soft. It?s hard to
believe that the woman before me can literally bend steel because I barely feel
it as she lifts a strand of hair out of my eyes. I can?t help the gasp of breath I
take; I can?t help the fire that burns down my spine when her fingers dance
across my face. I see her eyes
dilate with desire right before it arcs back at me through her hand
?. A profound sense of
connection springs up between us, so it?s the most natural thing in the world
for me to lean slightly down and tilt my head right as she tilts her head left
?. It?s through this
connection that I realize when the first demon nears the top of the hill. That's
why I have the spell out before it can reach us. Buffy seems momentary stunned, but
springs into action fast enough to grab the sword from the demon that I
incinerate. She plants her feet and
swings the sword like a baseball player trying to hit a home run. It slices
cleanly through one demon?s midsection, only to be stuck in another's
shoulder. Three more short demons
rush over the hill while Buffy tries to free the sword and I knock them out with
a sleep spell.
? The next one is decapitated
and I watch in fascination as the gore from it arcs high in the air, spraying
both her and I. Some of it gets
into my eyes and by the time I can see again we are surrounded ? surrounded but
not defeated. Buffy now has a sword
in each hand and she's moving so fast she?s just a blur. Time seems to slow as she whirls around
me slaughtering the demons.
After, I don?t know how
long, time has no meaning?the Slayer stands tall in middle of the
battlefield?still surrounded by demons, only now they're all dead. I?d never seen her move like that, I?ve
never seen her be so ruthless, she hacked them to shreds with their own
weapons.
She stands there, and both
the light and current have returned. She?s covered in gore and blood, and I see
at least one long gash that?s going to need stitches on her side, but she is
stunning. That strange connection
is back and I feel her pride and hunger through it. I am being pulled to her as if by a
string, I take the first halting step. Then she turns away from me
and all the weird indescribable energy flows out of her. And the bond collapses in on
itself. It?s ?Beyond words, beyond
silence ?.? Runs vaguely through my mind. She slumps her shoulders
and when she looks back at me I feel ? a sense of guilt, of shame, and
humiliation.
?So now you?ve seen ?.? She
says sadly, looking away again. I
can?t speak, I?m still shaking from the battle, from her incredible
?.. A blur rams into her,
throwing her 30 feet, into and through the side of a
crypt. ?She killed all my
minions!? Glory stands before me with her hands on her hips. ?Do you have any
idea how hard it is to get good help now-a-days?? The insane God asks me. ?I think I?ll kill you??
?No ?.? I hear Buffy shout,
and we turn to watch her laboriously climb out of the wreckage. She falls to the ground, then slowly
stands again. ?Leave her alone.?
She orders, before going back down to one knee. ?Hey, it?s only fair, you
kill mine I kill yours.? Glory tells her reasonably, strolling up to Buffy. ?Unless you give me my key?? She asks hopefully. Buffy just shakes her head. ?I am such an idiot!? I think, as I reach inside the pocket of
my coat and pull out the spell ingredients. I should have had the spell ready to
go. ?Ok then, I?ll kill your friend.? Glory turns back
to me, but Buffy jumps on her, knocking her to the ground. ?Hey, watch the dress, it?s an
original!? The God moves so fast I
can?t follow her but when she stops Buffy?s back on the ground curled in a ball,
bleeding. Glory reaches down and
pulls her head up by her hair. ?I want you to watch while
I kill girlfriend.? Then Glory
drops her and stalks over to me.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see Buffy trying to stand, only to
collapse back to the ground. I want to tell her it's ok, I have a plan, but then
that would ruin it ? or not ruin it so much as let Glory ?. Babbling in my mind,
not smart. I have to time it
perfectly, so I wait until the God is reaching for me before I throw the marking
powder in her face?then I say ?Discede!? There's just enough time to see
her look of surprise before she?s teleported somewhere ?. ?Well that worked better
than I thought it would,? I tell Buffy slowly walking to her. She?s still struggling to stand up, I
reach down to offer her a hand up.
?We need to get going, between all the blood and the magic something is
going to ?.? Then things suddenly go all
wonkey on me, like the earth is moving ?. An earthquake?
?Your nose is bleeding
Will,? Buffy tells as she?s finally able to get to her feet. A pressure is building in my head. My sight is going so it looks there are
two or three Buffys? instead of one. ? ?Will?? Buffy catches me
before I hit the ground but for some reason she can?t hold me up like she
normally would be able to do, so we both fall. I feel her pull me into her
lap, and she strokes my hair out of my face. ?I?ll get us somewhere safe, I promise.?
She tells me and exhaustion rises up to smother me. Bright Blessings,
Ivy
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