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by Chris Kenworthy (scoobyhq@fcmail.com)
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to the characters you recognize from the show, but I made my own for them to play with.
"Uh, uh nothing," Willow muttered, looking around briefly, and then down at her notebook.
Xander's face immediately took on a suspicious tone. "Hey, what is it?"
Willow didn't look up. "Nothing."
"Then why aren't you looking at me? Is it because Oz isn't around? We can't help that; he's not in this class. And the two of you have classes together I'm not in either."
Willow looked up at Xander, a blush on her face. "Yeah, okay. It's just, well it feels awkward, still."
"Then we won't talk about the dance or anything. I just asked you why you didn't come into the library this morning."
Mister Wilson stopped the conversation there with a lecture on equilibrium reactions, but the two teens picked it up right where they had left off after the talk ended and lab pairs were beginning to arrange their experiments. "I had a strange talk over breakfast with Miss Celia Johnson."
"Who?" Xander said first. "Giles' ex?"
"Yeah, and his new partner as a Watcher!" Xander's jaw dropped. "I was wondering if you didn't know that or just hadn't told me. I kinda made a fool out of myself."
"Why did she want to talk with you?" Xander asked.
"Recruitment talk." Xander reacted with surprise once again, which Willow could sympathize with. "They've heard about how I've done Giles' job for him once or twice, and apparently I've got a somewhat interrupted family bacground that way..." She shook her head in frustration and let out a low growl. "Right now, it's just one more thing I'm not ready to deal with."
"Like me," Xander whispered. "Maybe I should..."
"No!" Willow replied. "Don't... don't do that. I'll be okay. I've got, what, three more days to make a decision, don't I? So, anything interesting at the morning meeting?"
"New guy in town, old friend of Faith's or something. Told us about this team of vamps who can actually turn into bats."
"Oh, great," Willow said. "It's always something new..."
(Across the school, in Econ 402)
"Do you have any thoughts for costumes?" Oz asked Buffy casually.
"For you or for me? For me, I was thinking maybe Sar--"
"For me," Oz clarified. "The whole band is doing movie musicians, and I wanted to figure out one that Willow could match up with if she ends up, um, going with me, and yet, well..."
"Wouldn't be likely to have you dancing with other girls," Buffy finished sympathetically. This whole affair was being really hard on Oz, she was realizing; he really loved Willow a lot. For her own part, Buffy had been silently in favor of Willow giving Xander a chance, she remembered how much her best friend had obsessed over the big goof for the first year or so she had been in Sunnydale. Now that Xander was finally interested in Willow, it seemed a shame for her not to take a chance on him. But, by the same token, Oz had shown himself so much more dependable and sensitive than Xander...
"Well? Hello?" Oz prompted.
"Huh?" Buffy said. "Oh, right, costumes. Hmm... how about Robbie from 'The Wedding Singer?' The Adam Sandler character? I could see you in a suit with a bright blue jacket, and your hair dyed dark and gelled!"
"Umph," Oz said noncommitally.
"There's the Drew Barrymore character, Julia, that Willow would be perfect as, but somehow I don't think anyone else would likely pick," Buffy continued persuasively.
"Hmm, okay, maybe," Oz replied more happily.
(Back in the library,)
"Now, wait a second," Celia said, "You say that this 'Brotherhood of the Bat' was in Boston the week before last?"
"Yes Ma'am," Jonny Hardcastle said, nodding lazily.
"What is it, Celia?" Giles asked.
"I passed through Boston on my way here, talked to some friends in the Caucus," Celia said slowly. "One of them had had some of his copies of the Diaries stolen by vampires the week before last."
"What?" Giles and Faith called out at once.
"There's a chance that these guys are reading the backstory on the Watchers and the Slayers?" Faith demanded angrily.
"Which Journals were taken?" Giles asked.
"Yours, Giles, the copies you had sent on from between when you started at Sunnydale and last month. And..." (Celia's eyes closed in concentration,) "And someone who was Watching the American west in the 1850's, I believe..." she paused a moment, then shook her head and opened her eyes. "I can't remember any more about it. I can try to call Jeffrey about it, if you think it's important..."
"Do it," Faith suggested firmly. "The american west... it could have something to do with the Hellmouth, couldn't it, Giles?"
Giles nodded in agreement. "And what they could be meaning to do, putting my own journals together with the accounts further in the past... suddenly I find myself very worried."
"Me too," Celia agreed softly.
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