FIC: Where the Books Are. (B/W) [R] [2 of ?]

[Andrew Stoffel <see2go4me@xxxxxxxxx>]

TITLE: Where the Books Are (2/?)
AUTHOR: -Andy- (see2go4me@xxxxxxxxx)
RATING: R (For possible future violence and adult situations)
STATUS: A WiP.
DISCLAIMER: This is a derivative work. All BtVS characters belong to
Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox Television, and others. Characters
from Highlander belong to Panzer/Davis/etc.
SUMMARY: Even librarians can have adventures. What if Buffy
became a librarian instead of the Slayer? Imagine the possibilities.
SPOILERS: None really. It's very AU for both Buffy and Highlander.
DISTRIBUTION: buffywantswillow, ikoly, and my blog fanfic pages.
Anyone else, e-mail me please.
Word Count: 4,478

AUTHOR'S NOTES:
[1] Chapter length and content is a function of the plot. It's as long
    as it needs to be.
[2] Feedback welcome/desired. Especially the kind that helps me
    write better.
[3] See end for additional notes.

---
Chapter 2: The Witch
---

For two days she'd watched the redhead pouring over the ancient  
volume as if it were a thriller she couldn't put down. Buffy wasn't  
quite sure what to make of her. She'd seen visitors become absorbed  
in her books before but not like this. Not as if the fate of the  
world hinged on absorbing its contents.

She'd taken a look at the thin volume the evening before after the  
redhead had gone. As she'd expected, the old Latin had been heavy  
going but she thought she'd understood it well enough. But frankly,  
she couldn't see what was so special about the book for her to be so  
engrossed in it. Not that Willow had bothered to ask Buffy for her  
opinion. As far as she could tell it was just someone's memoirs and a  
bunch of letters between that person and someone else. There were  
over a dozen similar books in the museum's collection. Some even older.

Yesterday, when Willow had returned the book before going to lunch,  
she hadn't said a word. Maybe today was the day she would gather up  
her courage and ask Willow to join her in the cafeteria. So few new  
people came through her doors and stayed for more than a few hours  
that she wasn't sure how to handle a regular visitor. Especially one  
who was an outsider and not part of the small world that made up the  
museums.

She didn't think she'd been caught yet but she hadn't been able to  
take her eyes from her. She'd already memorized the back of Willow's  
head and the way her back seemed to be perfectly poised, running  
gracefully from her neck down, while the rest of her seemed to  
vibrate with some kind of restrained energy.

It was embarrassing the way her eyes would trace Willow's outline in  
the air but she seemed compelled to continue. Her day had turned into  
a perpetual round of typing, reading, and watching. And she couldn't  
explain it other than as an unresistable tugging feeling the led in  
Willow's direction.

The soft thump of a book being closed and the faint vibration of a  
chair being pushed back across the carpet caught her attention during  
one of the few moments she'd actual been able to work on her current  
research project. Glancing up, with as much casualness as she could  
muster, Buffy silently watched Willow approach her desk.

"I need to take a break." Willow said, stretching in a motion that  
Buffy was sure would have delighted even the most repressed of  
creatures. It was indescribably enticing, Buffy mused as she  
surreptitiously watched the woman in front of her. She wondered if it  
was something learned or if it just came naturally. The unexpected  
thought crossed her mind that being a part of that stretch might be  
the closest she ever came to heaven.

"The cafeteria is open to the public." Buffy suggested. "You're  
welcome to join me for lunch." Buffy mumbled nervously. "If you want  
to, that is. But you don't have to if you have other plans." She had  
little hope that the blush she could feel on her heated face was  
invisible under the harsh lights.

"That would be great." Willow said, giving her a smile. "If you don't  
mind the company I would love to eat lunch with you."

Buffy returned her smile and quickly releasing the brake on her  
chair, wheeled around her desk to join Willow. Gesturing for her to  
follow, she headed towards the door leading into the hallway.

"Is that a normal wheelchair?" Willow asked her as they headed down  
the hallway towards the public elevator. "Sorry." she apologized, a  
faint blush gracing her cheeks. "I don't mean to be rude but that  
isn't what I think of when someone says wheelchair."

"Curiosity isn't rude." Buffy said, smiling slightly. "And no, it  
isn't a standard chair. A friend of a friend made it for me. I'm not  
sure you've noticed, what with the constant sitting down, but I'm not  
a big person."

Willow nodded. "I'd sort of suspected that you weren't. That strange  
light in your library distorts things a little but I don't think it  
would make you look larger than you are. Though I think you are just  
the right size. It that kind of thing matters, though it probably  
shouldn't."

"Darn. I've always wanted to be taller." Buffy mock pouted for a  
moment, while wondering if Willow had taken a single breath while  
blurting that out. "And hey! We have wonderful lights in the  
library." she said, stopping in front of the elevator. "They're  
perfect for reading old books, which we have a lot of. And they are  
better for them than sunlight," she added.

Willow mimed removing a hat and bowed extravagantly in her direction.  
"I bow to your superior book preservation skills." she said haughtily.

"You better," Buffy grumbled good naturedly, "if you want to ever  
finish reading that book."

Willow gave her a puppy-dog look that Buffy was sure she'd practiced  
since she was five. "You wouldn't."

Buffy was saved from her urge to say something silly, and totally out  
of character for the person she'd molded herself into over the past  
few years, by the elevator door opening. So she simply smiled in  
response and waved Willow into the elevator.

---

Willow watched in amazement as Buffy skillfully navigated the serving  
line and guided them to a small table against a row of windows.  
Looking out, Willow could see a small courtyard nestled against the  
building a floor below them. "Nice." she said, sitting down in a  
chair facing the courtyard.

"Yup." Buffy told her with obvious pride. "It's too bad we can't get  
there from here but this is my favorite indoor lunch spot."

"How long have you been in charge of the library here?" Willow asked  
curiously. There had to be something special about her companion for  
her to be running the museum library when she was so young. And not  
just the faint flashes of power that Willow had noticed leaking from  
her aura over the past few days that she seemed completely unaware of.

"I'm not really in charge of it." Buffy corrected her. "I'm just the  
research librarian. My boss, Dr. Pierson, is in charge of all of the  
museum's libraries. But I've been here for three years. It's a great  
place to work." Buffy said. "In a couple more years I'm hoping to  
work in the Paris office. The library there is much larger."

"Paris is wonderful this time of the year." Willow told her, thinking  
sadly of her last visit before Tara had died. She wasn't sure she  
would ever be able to go back. Even thinking about it hurt.

"I've never been," Buffy told her wistfully, "but it sounds so  
romantic."

"It is. But it works best if you go with someone you love. I don't  
think romantic and work go together well." Willow told her sagely.

"Not really a problem." Buffy said quietly. Willow watched her dig  
into her salad for a minute.

"Your girlfriend doesn't like to travel?" Willow asked.

"Girlfriend?" Buffy squeaked.

"That woman last night. The tall one?" Willow said. "She seemed a bit  
protective."

"Dawn?" She gave Willow a confused look. "She's my not so little  
little sister."

"Oh. Sorry about that." Willow blushed in embarrassment at the mistake.

"I don't have one." Buffy admitted.

"A boyfriend?" Willow asked, a small voice in the back of her head  
inexplicably chanting 'say no!' say no!'

"Not one of those either." she said, playing with her fork. "I'm too  
busy for that kind of thing. Relationships take more effort than I  
can spare right now."

"I understand." Willow said, feeling herself relax. "Work keeps me so  
busy my cat thinks it lives by itself." She winked at Buffy. "Really.  
It won't let me in the door if I don't come bearing gifts. Only the  
finest tuna will do."

Finding Buffy's slight smile encouraging, "You never finished telling  
me..." she said.

"What?"

"You were going to explain your wheelchair."

"Oh... that." Buffy shrugged. "It isn't that exciting of a story. My  
father was feeling guilty for the whole divorcing my mother thing. I  
had a physical therapist at the time with a girlfriend who designed  
custom wheelchairs. It cost him a fortune, but it was exactly what I  
wanted. We just didn't bother to tell him that Mom's insurance had  
already paid for a custom fitted wheelchair." She smirked. "This one  
is much better. It's
perfect for my size, fast, light, and it folds up and fits in my car."

"Oh, and it's stylish." Buffy added with a tight grin. "If I'm going  
to spend my life in something with wheels, I want it to look good."

Willow nodded, unable to think of anything in response to that. She  
couldn't imagine such a life. "How long?" she asked curiously.

"The wheels?" She asked, answering when Willow smiled encouragingly.  
"Ten years going on forever."

Seeing the way her face seemed to close down after answering her  
question, Willow didn't press her for details.

"I need to get back." Buffy told her, grabbing her tray. "Wouldn't  
want the books to get lonely."

"Right." Willow said, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Picking up her  
own tray she followed, hoping she hadn't ruined things with her  
question.

---

"Buffy?"

Buffy looked up in surprise to see Willow standing at her desk. She  
wondered how she'd managed that without her noticing. "Yes?"

"I have an errand to run in LA tomorrow morning. I won't be by until  
after lunch." she said.

"Okay." Buffy nodded, wondering why she was feeling slightly  
disappointed. She watched Willow for a moment, still standing there  
and watching her as if waiting for something more. "Yes?"

"Nothing." Willow murmured, returning to her desk.

---

Sitting on her bed after her evening workout and shower, Buffy stared  
at her closet in annoyance. Picking out what she was going to wear to  
work in the morning was the hardest part of her day. Selecting  
something to cover her feet with always reminded her that certain  
things, like shoes, were now merely a decoration in her life. And she  
couldn't remember the last time she'd worn a pair out.

"What's wrong?" Dawn asked her from the door to her room.

"I think it's time to go shoe shopping." Buffy muttered in answer.  
"Something different for a change."

"Sandals?" Dawn suggested, sitting on the floor next to the bed.  
Grabbing one of Buffy's feet she started playing with her toes.  
"You've got great feet. Why not show them off?"

Buffy idly watched her sister. She could feel Dawn's fingers poking  
and prodding her feet, but she couldn't consciously move anything  
below her hips herself, something that frequently bothered her. She  
knew her legs, her knees, and her feet were there, but the connection  
between the part of her brain that made walking work and the nerves  
and the muscles in her legs that did the actual work hadn't recovered  
from her accident.

Her feet and legs were like her hair. Something to wash, to take care  
of, and decorate, but they didn't serve any useful purpose.

"Nobody looks at my feet." Buffy said, straining to wiggle at least  
one toe, no matter how impossible.

"Not if you hide them." Dawn grumbled.

"I work in a library." Buffy reminded her. "Cold feet are not fun."

"What about that redhead?" Dawn asked, winking at her.

"Willow? She's there for a book. She'll be finished in a couple  
days." Buffy told her. "And you're making a couple big assumptions."

"Like what?"

Buffy started counting out with her fingers. "One, assuming she's  
even gay, she might not like me. What if she can't get past the whole  
wheels thing? Two, I don't do relationships, especially with women.  
And three, even if I did relationships, my life is complicated enough  
already. Why would I intentionally make things even more complicated."

"Did you ask?" Dawn murmured.

Horrified at the thought, Buffy looked at her sister. "Ask her what?  
If she was gay? When would I do that?" Buffy shuddered at the  
potential for massive embarrassment. "Here's your book, Willow, and  
by the way, are you a lesbian?"

"Mitzy says she sets off her gaydar." Dawn mumbled.

"Is that even a real word?" Buffy wondered aloud before adding,  
"Mitzy says a lot of things. She thinks all women are closet lesbians  
and just need a little encouragement. And what are you doing hanging  
around her anyway? I hope it isn't at the museum, you'll get her in  
trouble."

"I think she's funny." Dawn protested. "And I'm not going to get her  
into trouble. She's in a couple of my classes."

Buffy shook her head, not sure what to say to that. She would never  
admit it to her sister but she found Mitzy amusing also, when she  
wasn't trying to play matchmaker. She returned to staring at her closet.

"I had lunch with her today." she murmured absently a few minutes  
later, no closer to picking out a pair of shoes.

"What did you think about her?" Dawn asked excitedly.

"She's smart." Buffy shrugged. "We didn't talk a whole lot."

"Oh..." Buffy could hear the disappointment in Dawn's voice. "Maybe  
next time?"

"I don't know if there will be a next time." Buffy said. "She has a  
life somewhere else. A cat even."

"Where's she from?"

"I didn't ask." Buffy said.

"You let some random person look at books in your library?" Dawn  
said, surprised. "Even the library at school doesn't do that."

"She isn't some random person," Buffy protested. "The museum checks  
out everyone who wants to use our facilities. She must be on file  
somewhere. They wouldn't have allowed her up to see me if she wasn't  
okay."

"Even the museum's museum?" Dawn giggled.

"Well... I don't actually know." Buffy admitted. "It's open to the  
public. It would be a lot of work to check everyone who walked in the  
door."

---

Sitting on her bed, Willow stared at the wall in her hotel room. She  
couldn't seem to concentrate. This trip wasn't turning out anything  
like she'd expected. And it wasn't just the librarian.

She was halfway through the book and it felt like it was leading her  
nowhere. She'd certainly taken a large number of notes, and it had  
been strangely compelling reading, but it wasn't what she'd wanted.  
She could think of at least one Coven Elder who would have been in  
heaven over it, but for her purposes it was useless.

There were no true spells, no real mention of magic, and no mention  
of vampires or anyone who killed them. Just observations about the  
training of healers and the things they could cure, and letters from  
the early twelfth century written by one healer to another.

How it related to slayers and why it had been referred to by that  
mystic was still a mystery. One that she hoped to solve in the next  
day or two. Somewhere in the remaining pages must be the answer she  
was looking for, she thought.

And tomorrow she had to go to LA. Someone had requested a sanctuary  
spell for some club and she was the closest person with the power and  
skill to do it. She was sure someone in the Coven would laugh when  
they heard about this one. The Wicked Red Witch of the West doing a  
spell that would protect people from someone like herself. If she  
were lucky the person at this Caritas place wouldn't have heard of  
her and she could go in, do the spell, and head back to her Buffy  
without causing even a ripple in the underground.

Her Buffy? Willow flopped back on her bed with a groan. She so did  
not have time to become attached to someone like this. She could just  
hear Tara chiding her for her presumption. She'd known Buffy for less  
than three days and they'd really talked only once in that time, at  
lunch. And in a couple days she would be gone. She could really use  
her advice right now, she though sadly, ignoring the fact that if  
Tara were around this wouldn't be an issue in the first place.

---

Willow frowned in the early morning light, staring at Caritas in  
surprise. The feeling she was getting from it wasn't exactly evil but  
a large number of very dark, demonic creatures had passed through the  
spot it occupied in the last year. It seemed to be a little late to  
place a sanctuary spell on it. She could see why they'd insisted she  
do it though. Why have one of their pure, white magic virgins be  
tainted by exposure to it. And there was no easy way to do the  
sanctuary spell in a place like this without risking it.

Taking a deep breath she murmured a quick spell to shield herself  
from any dark magic in the area. She hated doing it, the affect on  
her supernatural senses was the equivalent of stuffing cotton balls  
in her ears and nose, but she didn't have the time to detoxify before  
she had to return to Sunnydale if she accidentally absorbed more than  
she could safely handle, especially after her last dark magic binge.

Bracing herself and swinging her bag up on her shoulders, Willow  
pushed open the door and entered. Following a short hallway, she  
found herself in a large room. A large portion of the room was taken  
up by a clear space she assumed was a dance floor. Along one wall of  
the odd shaped room was a bar, and on the opposite wall was a stage  
and microphone that reminded her slightly of the karaoke bar Tara had  
convinced her to go to once. Booths lined the rest of the walls and  
tables filled any remaining space.

"Hello?" she said loudly, wincing as her voice seemed to echo in the  
open space. When there was no response, she walked out into the room.

The club seemed to be empty. Not surprising given the time of day but  
she'd been assured that she was expected. Reaching the physical  
center of the room, she spun slowly around, seeing several doors.  
Before she could walk over and knock on what felt like the most  
appropriate one, a door she hadn't picked opened behind her. Turning  
at the sound, she stared at the strange figure outlined by the door.

"Aren't you the cutest little thing." the garishly dressed creature  
said softly. "What brings you to my humble establishment?"

"Are you Lorne?" Willow asked as she watched it saunter towards her.  
"The Coven sent me."

"Hmm..." it, no... obviously he, walked around her several times,  
making her nervous. "Why would they send you?"

"Me?" Willow said, getting a nervous feeling in her stomach at his tone.

"Wicked Red." He said. "You're well known in some parts."

"I don't go by that anymore." she told him as firmly as she could  
under the circumstances. As much as she wished she could forget her  
short foray into the dark arts, her vengful alter-ego had made quite  
an impression, even here apparently.

"I would rather you not do the sanctuary spell. They can send someone  
else." he said abruptly, turning around and walking way. She stared  
as the door closed behind him with a solid thunk.

Willow counted to ten before walking to the door. Raising a hand, she  
knocked only once before it was opened.

"Go away." Lorne told her, closing the door in her face.

She knocked on the door again. "Why!" she demanded.

"I don't need any spells you can do." He yelled through the door.  
"Tell them to send someone else."

"They won't" she yelled back. "I'm all you're gonna get!"

She jumped back when he threw the door open. "Why?" he asked.

"Hello! Demon? Pit of dark magic? Any of that ring a bell?" Willow  
said. "I'm the only one they have who can do the spell under these  
conditions."

"And you're modest, also." He said with a grimace. "What conditions?"

"This place is steeped in dark magic." she told him. "If you want  
anyone else from the Coven to do the Sanctuary spell you'll have to  
tear it down and have it cleansed first."

"Why should I trust you?" he asked.

Willow shrugged. "If you want it done any time soon you have no  
choice. And you need to decide quickly. I have plans for this  
afternoon and the rest of the month."

"Sing something." He demanded abruptly.

"What?" Willow raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Sing." He repeated.

"I don't sing." Willow said, waving a hand dismissively.

"Hum then."

She stared at him for a moment, wating for an explanation. "What the  
heck." she mumbled when none was forthcoming. She started to hum a  
song she'd heard on the radio on the way to LA that morning.

"Good enough." he told her with a sigh half a minute later. She  
squeaked in surprise when he leaned forward and gave her a long hug.  
"Go ahead. Do it."

"Oh... Kay..." she mumbled, wondering what had changed his mind.  
"What did you want exactly? There are all sorts of sanctuary spells.  
Anti-violence, hiding from your enemies, holy ground. That sort of  
thing." She started walking around, trying to get a good feel for the  
club.

"Just something to prevent violence sweet-pea." Lorne said, watching  
her wander around the club. "I just want my clientele to get along  
and enjoy themselves while they are here. Maybe sing a song, have a  
drink. Without worrying about getting hurt or attacked."

"Got it." She returned to the center of the room. "Once I begin no  
one will be able to enter or leave until the spell is complete."

"Sure thing." He said, watching her intently.

Putting down her bag, she began pulling out the few things she needed  
for the spell. Taking the small brush from her pile she carefully  
cleaned a small circular area several meters from what she'd  
determined was the mystical center of the building. Once that was  
done she began the part she really hated about this particular kind  
of spell.

Turning her back on Lorne, she began removing her clothes and putting  
them in the spot she'd just brushed. If she could she would ask him  
to leave but it was his club. He had to be in the building while she  
did the spell itself. But she could pretend to ignore him.

Using a small piece of white chalk, she drew a pentagram around her  
clothes and a circle around that. She then used another piece of  
chalk, this time yellow, to write several symbols between the circle  
and pentagram. Looking at it critically for a minute, she sprinkled a  
handful of sea salt around the circle and whispered a prayer to the  
Goddess.

Grabbing the brush again, she carefully cleaned another circle, this  
one several meters in diameter, this time directly in the center.  
Taking several pieces of chalk, her small vial of salt, and several  
herbs, Willow began preparing a circle similar to the one surrounding  
her clothes. The entire process took an hour before she was  
completely satisfied.

Picking up the herbs, she stood in the center of her circle. Holding  
out her left hand, she whispered a simple fire spell. A small ball of  
flame appeared several inches above her hand. With her other hand,  
she began to sprinkle the herbs into the flame. As she did so she  
could feel the power building in the circle around her.

"Goddess, I beseech thee, bless your daughter in this endeavor."  
Willow spoke. "Protect all thy children who enter this place." A warm  
breath blew through her hair as if signaling agreement. Sighing in  
relief, Willow tossed the ball of flame high into the air where it  
hung for a moment before fading away, taking the power in the circle  
with it. "Done." she said in a stage whisper.

Stepping out of the circle, Willow once more picked up her brush.  
With quick, sure motions she swept up the circle into a small pile of  
dust. Underneath she could see that a very faint silver shadow of the  
symbols she'd drawn appeared to be embedded into the floor. Taking a  
small empty vial she swept the dust into it. Once she was satisfied  
she erased the circle surrounding her clothes and put them back on.

Putting everything back in her bag, Willow headed towards the nearest  
table. Pulling out a chair she ungracefully collapsed into it,  
sitting with her eyes closed, exhausted by the amount of energy it  
had taken to complete the spell.

"Here." she heard Lorne say, followed by the sound of a glass being  
placed on the table. "You look like you could use this."

"Thanks." She whispered, opening her eyes to see a large glass of  
something cold on the table in front of her.

"Do you do all of your spells like that?" Lorne asked.

"Sky-clad?" He nodded. "Not if I can help it. But this is one of the  
spells that absolutely requires it."

"And the Coven knows this?" Lorne asked her.

"Oh yeah." She grumbled. "They're very much with the teaching of  
humility to those of us who stray from that pesky path of potential  
perfection. That was my dose for the month."

"Sorry." he murmured.

"Not your fault." Willow shrugged. "It could have been worse. The  
last time they did that to me was when they needed a stone circle  
purified right before the summer solstice. They neglected to tell me  
it was used by the local pagan group for their solstice celebrations  
and that I would have an audience. I think I was still blushing a  
week later."

"And your clothes?" Lorne asked curiously.

"Learned that lesson the hard way." Willow told him. "When going sky- 
clad, protect your clothes." Sighing, she took one last sip before  
standing. "I have to get back."

"You're welcome to bring her the next time you come." Lorne said.

"Her?" Willow looked at him, slightly confused.

"The little blonde." Standing, he added, "I see things."

"What kinds of things?" Willow asked.

"Possibilities. She's full of them but she doesn't know that yet." He  
looked down at her as he escorted her to the door. "Give her time and  
don't run away when your past comes looking for you."

"That's a bit cryptic." Willow said. "Can you be any clearer?"

"No." He told her bluntly as they reached the exit.

Reaching her car she could see him still watching her from the door,  
his green face visible even in the morning shadows. Putting his words  
in the back of her mind, Willow climbed into her car and began the  
long drive back to Sunnydale.

TBC in Part 3 - "The Slayer"

----
A quick note or two: At this point it should be very clear that this  
story takes place in a very alternate universe. One where Buffy never  
knew she was the slayer; where Dawn is real; where Willow didn't grow  
up in Sunnydale and she met Tara somewhere else but still went 'evil'  
when something horrible happened to her. Several other BtVS regulars  
will eventually show up but they too will have lived slightly  
different lives.

The character "Mitzy" is a complete OC. Her role in this story is  
very minor.

Also, as previously mentioned this DOES take place in the Highlander  
universe but it too is very AU - the major change being Adam/Methos  
was never outed to the Society of Watchers as an immortal. Which  
leads to all sorts of changes. And don't be surprised if none of the  
characters from Highlander show up. This is Buffy/Willow's story. Not  
theirs. :-)

-Andy-

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