<see Part
1 for disclaimers>
Summary: The
gang sets about explaining things to their guest, Agent Fox Mulder and dealing
with the after affects of Willow’s curse.
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October 31
Joyce was surprised when the three girls brought in
a very tired Giles and a tall stranger.
She ignored both Giles and the stranger while she quickly hugged Buffy
tightly and then the other two girls.
Joyce had saved hugging Willow last and held tightly to the red-haired
girl, letting Willow feel the warmth and love radiating from her.
"Willow, I..."
"Its okay, Mom," Willow said softly. "You would have done the same."
"Yes, and I'd do it for you, if I could,"
Joyce countered and hugged Willow again.
Finally she turned her attention to the stranger and Giles’ ragged
appearance.
"When was the last time Giles slept?" she
asked.
"Well, he didn't sleep last night or
today," Tara answered.
"He didn't get much the night before either, he
was guarding Tara and Buffy," Xander added.
"Xander, help him up to my room and put him in
my bed," Joyce instructed and Buffy grinned at Xander's surprised
expression. The young security guard,
who probably didn't have a job any longer because he had called in sick for the
last four days, helped the older man up off the sofa and up the stairs.
"Giles has been under such strain and lack of
sleep has caught up with him," Joyce explained to the stranger. "And you are?"
"Special Agent Fox Mulder, Mrs. Summers,"
Mulder answered, pulling out his identification for her to look at.
Everybody looked uncomfortable as Xander came back
down the stairs and sat between Anya's legs in front of her chair.
“Well, how about I tell everyone what I’ve found or
figured out and then you can tell me where I’m wrong and fill in the blanks?”
Agent Mulder suggested. “I do admit
this feels strange, I feel like I’m in a job interview and I’m usually the one
doing the interviewing.”
“Well, it’s a little weird on our end," Xander
countered.
"What do you think you know, Agent
Mulder?" Buffy asked as she sat down on the sofa with an arm protectively
around Willow and Tara on the floor between their legs, arms resting on the
knees of both women.
Mulder's quick eyes took in the protective gestures
of both Buffy Summers and Tara Maclay over Willow and smiled inwardly to
himself.
"Well, where to begin?" he said
thoughtfully. "I am one of
Willow's email friends. We met on a
couple of paranormal sites and began exchanging information over a year ago. She knew me as Grayfox and I knew her as
Redwitch7."
"We both were so happy to find someone who
wasn't a total kook and had good information," Willow said softly.
"And someone who wasn't out to meet you and
become a cyber-stalker?" Mulder asked with a smile and Willow began
blushing.
"Yeah, that was nice too," she
admitted. "I like intelligent
conversation."
"Me too," Mulder smiled. "We exchanged information, mainly. I found Red was very reluctant to talk about
herself other than computer stuff and magick, nothing personal."
"Wills, you resisted your babbling?"
Xander teased and Willow unlaced her fingers from Tara's hand to take time to
throw a small sofa pillow at her friend.
"I began to suspect that Red had more than a
casual interest in the occult," Mulder continued. "She corrected me once about some
obscure demon and slipped about a friend having faced one. I became concerned that she was in over her
head."
"And you were curious as hell," Joyce
added and Mulder shrugged.
"Yes, I work on files that are listed as
unexplained or unusual in the Bureau," Mulder said. "I've come across aliens, werewolves,
vampires, and quite a number of unexplained things. I jump at any chance to investigate such cases. I pushed Willow for her identity and
location. She refused and I
pushed. She wouldn't talk to me for
days until I promised not to try and find out who she was."
"You obviously didn't keep that one,"
Buffy growled.
Mulder shrugged.
"I had already traced her email and identity when I promised I
wouldn't. I kept the information stored
for future use. I didn't hop on a plane
and hit Sunnydale out of respect for Willow but I did begin investigating
it."
"Oh boy," Anya mumbled and Mulder nodded.
"Lots of unsolved and unexplained cases in this
little town, also a lack of interest by the authorities that I found
curious," he continued.
"Sunnydale has a way of protecting itself from
outsiders," Buffy complained.
"So it seems," Mulder smirked. "I did the usual investigative stuff on
Willow and found she's a fantastic student and is associated with people who
seem to always be in trouble."
"Buffy Summers?" Joyce smirked, teasing
her daughter.
"Yes," Mulder agreed. "Burning down her previous high school,
suspicion of murder, expelled, grades slip and come back up on a regular
basis."
Buffy ducked her head a little and Tara squeezed her
knee, trying to reassure the Slayer.
"Everyone around Willow attracts trouble, even
Mr. Giles up there," Mulder commented.
"What do you think is going on?" Buffy
asked cautiously.
"I think Sunnydale is like several other places
I've found, it attracts the paranormal like moths to a bright light and your
group fights whatever comes out of it," Mulder said bluntly. "I know there's a secret government
unit working here also investigating the area and doing highly secretive
research. The branch is called the
Initiative and I don't think you're part of that."
"Your tone tells me you don't care for the
Initiative?" Joyce asked with a frown.
"I have a habit of getting into trouble with
secret government groups," Mulder smiled a small smile. "I don't like secrets, especially
government secrets. From what I can gather, the Initiative captures what they
term 'hostiles' and experiments on them.
I've been able to piece together that Hostiles are demons, vampires,
werewolves and other supernatural beings.
One of the things that disturbs me is some reports I've come across where
the Initiative is trying to train werewolves into being government assassins
and shock troops."
Willow whimpered loudly and closed her eyes rapidly,
a roaring filling her ears. She felt Buffy
wrapping both arms around her and heard Tara's voice and felt the other witch's
hand on her cheek.
"Wills, its okay," Buffy said softly. "It’s okay, nothing's going to happen
to you, I promise."
"Willow, shhh," Tara added.
Joyce quickly crossed the room and knelt by the
three young women and checked Willow's pulse with a frown.
"It’s racing like crazy," she said
slowly. "Tara, grab one of those
meds of hers."
"Yes, Mom," Tara dashed for the stairs
while Mulder, Xander and Anya watched anxiously.
"She's clammy, Mom," Buffy said softly,
feeling the witch's forehead.
"It's been a long week," Joyce muttered.
Tara returned with two different medicine bottles
and Joyce quickly looked at the labels and picked one. The blonde witch pulled one out and dashed
to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water.
"Come on, Willow, take this," Joyce urged
and the witch sat up in Buffy's arms and took the pill obediently and then lay
back in the Slayer's arms.
"I take it that is a major fear around
here?" Mulder asked generally.
"Yes," Buffy admitted. "Tell us about that spell."
"Willow asked if I knew any werewolf cures and
I went looking," Mulder explained.
"I figured it wasn't a casual request, especially when I got the
police report about the attack on her by her ex-boyfriend. I had a feeling it was serious."
"Daniel Oswald was Willow's ex-boyfriend and he
was a werewolf," Tara confirmed.
"Oz tried to infect Willow with lycanthropy,
the bastard," Xander continued.
"He tried to hurt her and kidnapped Anya and me to force her to
give in."
"He had a pack of werewolves, he was their
alpha," Buffy said.
Mulder looked stunned and pleased at the same
time. "A pack of werewolves?"
he asked excitedly. "Where are
they now?"
"Either heading home to their own territory or
still hiding in the woods," Anya responded.
"What happened that Willow needed that spell,
you said Oz tried, not that he succeeded," Mulder asked with a frown.
"Buffy...Buffy stopped Oz from biting Willow so
he bit her instead," Tara stammered, reaching down to gently touch the
Slayer's cheek and Buffy leaned into the touch with a sigh.
"Everything centers around you, doesn't
it?" Mulder asked and Buffy opened her eyes as they filled with tears.
"Mom?" she asked as Joyce checked Willow's
heartrate again and Joyce nodded with relief.
Willow opened her eyes slowly and attempted to smile.
"I'm sorry, guys," she mumbled.
"It’s okay, your heart went a little
bananas," Buffy said softly, kissing the top of Willow's head. "Rest and just listen, no
talking."
"'Kay," Willow agreed.
Joyce noticed Mulder's frown. "We'll explain that in a minute. My daughter is a Slayer, have you ever heard
of it?"
"Yes, a mythical warrior chosen by the higher
powers to fight evil in this realm; enhanced strength, fighting skills and
senses, usually a female," Mulder responded, accessing his mental database
for half-forgotten facts.
"Always a female and always young," Joyce
said bitterly. "The Watcher
Council finds the next Slayer, trains the young girl on how to kill vampires,
werewolves and demons, and sends them out to fight until they die."
"Mom," Buffy said softly, choking on her
mom's emotions.
"I know, Buffy," Joyce said wearily. "You didn't have a choice about being
chosen. That doesn't mean I have to
like it."
"Watcher Council?" Mulder questioned.
"Group of library research types," Xander
chipped in. "They send out
Watchers to help the Slayer. The
Watcher trains her, watches over her, does the research to help keep her alive
and stuff."
"Rupert Giles," Mulder guessed and
everyone nodded.
"He left the Council when I turned 18,"
Buffy added. "We both did. I'm still the Slayer but we don't answer to
the Council."
"Why?" Mulder asked.
"Long story, too many secrets like the ones you
chase," Buffy complained.
"Okay, save that one," Mulder agreed,
leaning forward. "You were bitten
by a werewolf?"
Buffy began to blush. "Yeah, Oz intentionally bit me to hurt Willow. He knew if he could get me into his pack it
would hurt and weaken Willow. Oz wanted
Willow as his mate in a furry like way and wouldn't take 'no' for an
answer."
Willow whimpered slightly and Tara sat down on the
other end of the sofa and pulled Willow's legs onto her lap and reached out to
hold Willow's hand. Her other hand gently
touching Willow’s legs, trying to reassure her lover.
"So Willow translated that spell which would
transfer lycanthropy from one unwilling victim into a willing one," Mulder
nodded. "She actually took that on
herself, did she know exactly what that’s going to mean?"
"More than the rest of us, actually,"
Buffy said softly, stroking Willow's hair.
"Oz was her boyfriend before he split to 'find himself.' She used to sit with him when he would
change three times a month. She risked
her life a couple of times for him."
Mulder frowned as he took in the gentleness and love
the Slayer was showing for his computer friend. He was beginning to understand why both of them were willing to
take on one of the most horrible curses he could think of: it was for each
other.
"Why did you give her the spell if you knew it
had such high consequences?" Joyce asked.
"Hurts," Willow mumbled as she scratched
at the cast on her hand, pulling out of Tara's hand.
"The other bottle, Tara," Joyce instructed
softly and watched the witch go through the actions of getting Willow to take
another pill. The Slayer's mom knew
that they all hated drugs and resisted taking anything, even when seriously
ill, but she knew Willow needed some sleep without the pain.
"I read the doctor's report about her
hand," Mulder said softly.
"It's going to be a long recovery, Oz
practically shattered the bones inside," Joyce responded. "He gave Giles a concussion, he threw
Tara through the front window, and he had vampires beat and bite both Xander
and Anya."
"And he bit Buffy," Mulder added.
"Yes, then when she refused to join his pack,
Oz attacked her," Joyce threw in.
"To answer the question," Mulder
continued. "I didn't know the
details of the spell, it was written in several languages and some of it in
rare witch sigils. I was hoping she
could translate it or I could. Finally
a couple of friends of mine translated it and I discovered how serious the
spell was. I emailed her over and over
again, begging her to destroy the spell if she had translated it. I also begged her to contact me for
help. I didn't hear from her and
suspected she might try the spell."
"So you rushed to Sunnydale to save
Willow?" Buffy asked with a frown.
"Something like that, I like Willow and the
last thing I wanted was a friend turning into a werewolf or playing with Black
Magick," Mulder explained.
"Black Magick?" Tara demanded, sitting up
a little more straight.
Willow mumbled in her half-sleep and Buffy returned
to stroking the redhead's hair.
"The person doing the spell calls on the
spirits of the dark to 'send the great shape that makes
men shiver'. Basically, offering to willingly
take on the evil curse of lycanthropy, opening up the soul to the danger of
being possessed or giving it up entirely," Mulder growled.
"Oh my God, Wills," Buffy whispered, tears
filling her eyes. It was bad enough she
had lost Angel once when the vampire lost his soul, the thought of Willow
losing herself to the darkness was too much.
"Tara, you're the Wiccan type, what happens when someone calls on
this stuff?"
"Well, we're mixing belief systems in a
way," Tara complained, watching Willow frown. "Any energy you do, comes back to you three-fold. Wiccans normally don't believe in things
like vampires, werewolves and other 'cursed' things. I've learned that lesson.
To willingly call the curse of lycanthropy on yourself in ancient times
meant selling your soul to the dark powers."
"Willow?" Buffy whispered again and the
young witch whimpered.
"Tell me what happened," Mulder suggested.
"Oz had Xander and Anya and was threatening to
kill them if Willow didn't give into him," Tara continued. "She tricked us and got out and went to
Oz. Willow got him to release Xan and Anya and then kept him from biting her by
stabbing herself through the heart with a silver dagger."
Joyce had heard the story from Giles but it was
somehow more painful hearing it from Tara.
She looked over and noticed Mulder frowning intently at the young
redhead but with a touch of admiration.
"We got her to a hospital in time but her heart
is recovering," Joyce explained.
"She still gets tired easily and you saw what major stress can
do."
"So Buffy was doomed to turn into a werewolf
but Willow worked the spell, even with her heart in that condition, and took
the curse," Mulder finished.
"Yes," Buffy responded as a tear escaped
down her face.
"Why didn't she turn tonight? Was that the
point of meeting with a platoon leader from the Initiative?" Mulder asked.
"How do you know that?" Tara asked in surprise.
"I checked around once I saw a couple of
computer memos going back and forth from their headquarters and the Sunnydale
unit, signed by Riley Finn," Mulder explained. "They had the names of Elizabeth Anne Summers, also known as
Buffy, and Willow Rosenberg as suspected 'hostiles'. Then I found out he was in
jail on the night of the first full moon."
"He's Buffy's ex," Xander smirked and
pretended to duck from Buffy's glare.
"You ladies seem to know how to pick
boyfriends," Mulder smiled.
"That's why they switched to a non-male
gender," Anya said easily.
"Anya!" Xander choked.
"What, we can't talk about their change in
gender choices for orgasm buddies?" Anya asked as Xander closed his eyes,
wishing he could crawl under the rug.
"We don't talk about other people's sex lives
to strangers," he tried to instruct his out-of-date former vengeance demon
lover.
"We can't talk about our sex lives and the fact
that you haven't given me orgasm for three days and now we can't talk about the
three of them being orgasm buddies?” Anya questioned.
Tara and Buffy were both a very vivid red as
Mulder's eyebrows rose in question.
"I think Anya and I will go...make
popcorn!" Xander said as he pulled Anya to her feet. "Halloween...need popcorn for the
movies!"
"Xander, I wish to stay and talk since we
aren't doing it!" Anya protested.
"Anya," Joyce hesitated, <how to
describe Anya to an outsider, even if Mulder was learning most everything about
them?>
"Anya was caught in a nether realm for a really
long time and she seems to have lost the ability to have any tact and we have
to teach her social skills all over again," Buffy quipped.
Mulder shook his head.
"I've hit a gold mine here for paranormal
experiences and I can't investigate it without tripping over you and revealing
you to the government," he complained.
"One day in the Initiative's hands would kill
Willow," Buffy said firmly.
"I know," he grumbled.
"So what happens now?" Tara asked.
"Well, I'm going to go back to my motel room
and see if I can check out the Initiative from a different angle," Mulder
announced. "I'd like to see you
all again, tomorrow."
"I think we can work that," Buffy nodded,
glancing at Tara and Joyce and waiting for their nods of approval. "Now that Oz is dead and not stalking
Willow any more, maybe we can get back to semi-normal."
"Yeah, normal for
Sunnydale," Tara threw in.
"Tell him about the time the entire swim team
turned grew scales and stuff!" Xander called from the kitchen.
"Quiet, Jackyl-boy!" Buffy teased.
"Hey!"
"You are going to love talking to Giles and
Willow when they're awake," Tara grinned.
"I'd like to explore whatever options there
might be for Willow," Mulder said softly.
"Thank you, Agent Mulder," Joyce said
gratefully. "We'll see you about 3
tomorrow? I want the kids and Giles to
sleep as long as possible and I know Xander is planning on watching movies all
night."
"Sounds good, I can spend the morning doing
some stuff on my end," he agreed and shook her hand as she opened the door
for him. "I'm grateful all of you
are trusting me. I know Buffy's life is
at stake if any other government found out about her."
“Yeah, mutual destruction deterrent,” Buffy
growled. “The Initiative keeps quiet
because I know their secrets; I keep quite about them because they know mine.”
"I don't think any of us could make it without
Buffy," Joyce responded with a sad smile.
"Goodnight, Agent Mulder."
"Goodnight Mrs. Summers,” Mulder smiled, his
brown eyes soft and compassionate.
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Buffy gently sat Willow down on the edge of the bed
and Tara began unlacing the witch's shoelaces while Buffy helped pull off the
oversized sweatshirt. Willow mumbled
and sat fairly motionless while the two women undressed her, letting them do
the work for her. Between the two of
them, they managed to get Willow into an oversized t-shirt for sleeping and got
her into her bed and tucked in.
"Is she going to be okay?" Tara asked
softly.
"I think so, she'll sleep with those meds and
we can come back and sleep with her later," Buffy said.
"Later?" Tara whispered as Buffy turned
and melted into her arms.
"Yeah, we can watch movies with Xander and Anya
or..." Buffy teased, leaning up into Tara for a kiss that left both of
them breathless and weak in the knees.
"How about the ‘or’?" Tara suggested,
leaning against the door and pulling Buffy with her.
The Slayer answered without words, pulling at Tara's
sweatshirt until it was off over the witch's head, all the time kissing passionately. Buffy lifted Tara's t-shirt and pushed her
lace bra aside to wrap her lips around one of Tara's beautiful nipples.
Tara growled and ran her hands through Buffy's hair
and over the Slayer's back. Tara
grabbed Buffy's shirt and yanked it off Buffy as Buffy's hands grabbed at the
front of Tara's jeans, pulling them open.
"Oh Goddess," Tara moaned as she heard
Buffy growl and pull Tara's t-shirt off and the Slayer's hands worked the catch
at the back of Tara's bra, freeing her breasts for a full frontal assault from
the very aroused Buffy.
"Buffy! Let’s move this to my room," Tara
suggested. She knew that Willow
probably wouldn't wake up but she didn't want to take that chance. They still hadn't talked about being
affectionate with each other beyond kissing and holding hands or the concept of
three in a bed, sexually. She didn't
want to upset Willow in any way but Buffy's lips and teeth were getting hard to
ignore.
"Now!" Buffy demanded, barely hanging onto
any control from Slayer lust, not even taking the time to wonder why she was
being hit with it without a night of slaying.
Tara slid to the floor with Buffy following, the
Slayer never letting up from Tara's breasts and neck. The blonde witch felt her jeans being pulled off her and
attempted to sit up to try and regain logical control of the situation but was
met by Buffy's lips as the Slayer slid her own jeans off.
Tara moaned and accepted Buffy's tongue and began
dueling with the Slayer as Buffy's hands were everywhere. The witch felt her body jerk when Buffy
lowered herself on top of Tara, the feel of skin to skin was so wonderful it was
almost a physical ache. Tara felt
Buffy's back arch as the Slayer moaned at the contact.
"Buffy," Tara said softly and looked into
Buffy's blue eyes, asking permission.
The Slayer nodded and Tara mentally opened her own shields and felt
Buffy dropping hers and accepting Tara's emotional and physical connection with
her.
Buffy thought she would explode into a powerful
orgasm right then just from the intensity of the contact. The total desire radiating from Tara was
astounding and Buffy felt her own reflected back at her and moaned as she began
to shake. Her own body jerked and
bucked against Tara when she entered the witch slowly and began to slide down
Tara's wonderful body.
Tara cried out as Buffy went between her legs, her
hands clawing at the rug underneath her.
She tried to muffle the sounds the Slayer was pulling out of her and
finally grabbed at a discarded shirt and bit down hard. Tara felt her body rocking of its own accord
as Buffy's tongue tormented her and the Slayer set a rhythm with her fingers.
Buffy moaned as she looked up and saw Tara's blue
eyes darkening and felt the connected energy hitting her as the witch's muscles
contracted and expanded, clenching down on Buffy's fingers and then demanding
more. She couldn't believe the sight of
the beautiful woman thrashing and calling her name. Buffy wondered if she looked half as wonderful as Tara did in the
throes of passion.
Tara muffled a scream and half sat up, touching
Buffy's face before falling back and arching her back with another muffled
scream. The Slayer grabbed onto Tara's
hip; wrapping her arm around the witch's abdomen to try and maintain contact
with Tara so she could finish pleasing the beautiful woman in her arms.
"Buffy!" Tara cried out and bit down on
the t-shirt again as her back arched and every muscle tightened, almost
crushing the Slayer. Buffy felt her own
body jerking as Tara's waves hit her.
Buffy kept up the pressure until Tara's muscles managed to stop spasming
and her body stopped jerking.
Buffy crawled along the carpet and took the gasping
witch into her arms and gently rocked Tara as the witch's body shook from the
intensity.
"Oh Goddess, Buffy," Tara gasped. "How long did you kill me?"
Buffy smiled shyly. "I don't know," she
admitted. "I couldn't get enough
of you."
Tara shifted and smirked at the Slayer.
"What the heck came over you, not that I'm
complaining much except for the rug burn," she grinned.
"I'm not sure," Buffy blushed. "Full moon?"
"Goddess, don't tell me both of you are going
to be this frisky on full moons," Tara laughed lightly, running her
fingers along Buffy's ribs and noticing the Slayer's quick intake of breath.
Buffy was about to say something and found her words
caught up in Tara's lips as the witch turned in her arms and returned the
Slayer's earlier attack. The witch
moved her body half over Buffy's and the Slayer grabbed her behind the head,
pulling Tara into the embrace.
Tara's teeth went to Buffy's neck and her hands
between Buffy's legs. She felt the
Slayer open her body and her mind to Tara at the same time and moaned as they
connected again. Buffy cried out and
clung to the witch.
"Oh God, don't go slowly, please!" Buffy
begged, her arousal hitting the overload level of earlier.
Tara whimpered and thrust into Buffy almost roughly
and the Slayer jerked and cried out in pleasure. Tara moved her leg and hip into Buffy, adding weight and pressure
behind her fingers and Buffy clawed at Tara's back.
"Oh God, so good," Buffy begged as she
wrapped herself around the other blonde.
"Tara!"
Tara felt like her own body was on fire as she felt
Buffy climb higher and higher on the waves building between them until Buffy's
body was rigid and clamped down on Tara's fingers. The witch pressed her thumb against Buffy's clit and the Slayer
screamed Tara's name and clutched at the body holding her.
Tara felt Buffy lifting her sometime later and
muttered something as she wrapped her arms around Buffy's neck. Then she felt Willow's familiar energy on
one side and Buffy on the other. Tara
turned to move an arm over the red-haired witch's ribs and felt Buffy snuggling
up to her from behind as they fell asleep.
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November 1
Willow woke up feeling hung over and like she had
been chewing on someone’s socks all night.
The red-haired witch winced as she got out of bed and gathered up clean
clothes. Willow did manage to smile as
she looked down at the bed and saw Buffy wrapped around Tara, blonde hair
blending on the pillows and limbs intertwined.
Willow managed to get her eyes more than half open
after a shower and after beginning her second cup of coffee. Even as she poured the dark liquid she
mentally scolded herself that she really needed to cut down on the stuff. She also knew that she was fuzzy because of
the meds she had taken the night before.
Willow hated drugs, she had always been afraid of
getting caught or taking something bad when she was younger and now she refused
recreational usage because of the effects.
The hacker-witch liked being in control of her mind and working magick
was enough of a rush that Willow didn’t need drugs in her life.
<Until now,> she corrected
herself. Now she needed them to
occasionally slow down her rapid heart rate and to protect her heart. She also still needed them for the pain from
the broken and mending hand.
<That didn’t mean she liked it,> Willow
growled to herself.
The witch’s ears picked out the sounds of someone
getting up in her room and trotting to the bathroom. It wasn’t long before someone came lightly tapping down the
stairs and walked into the kitchen.
Willow grinned at the sight of a disheveled
Slayer. The red-haired witch turned
slightly on the barstool and held out her arm.
Buffy smiled in response and snuggled into Willow’s arm for a warm,
morning snuggle.
“Morning, you,” Buffy mumbled.
“Good morning, Buff,” Willow smiled as Buffy raised
her head to kiss her. The witch smiled
and reflected how she immediately felt better with the world when she was with
Buffy or Tara or Buffy and Tara.
“How you
feeling today?” Buffy asked, pulling out of Willow’s arm and grabbing her own
cup on her way towards the coffeepot.
“Getting awake, I think,” Willow smirked. “Those meds really knock me flat.”
“What say I get dressed and we go and grab some
bagels for everyone?” Buffy suggested.
“Everyone was up kinda late and we can spare Tara cooking breakfast for
everyone.”
“Wondrous idea!” Willow grinned and Buffy quickly
downed half her cup of coffee and leaned over the bar for another kiss before
trotting back upstairs.
In a few minutes the two best friends and lovers
walked quietly past a sleeping Xander and Anya on the living room floor and out
the front door.
Buffy figured with Riley convinced neither of them
were werewolves and with Oz dead, the first day of November was looking like
the beginning of a good month. They
wouldn’t have to worry about Willow’s lycanthropy for another 28 days.
The Slayer took it slow, enjoying the crisp morning
air and the fact that Willow was feeling strong enough to walk to the
bagel/coffee shop with her. The
incident with Willow’s panic attack had worried Buffy but she grinned as she
held Willow’s hand. The young witch
looked better than Buffy had seen in a month.
Just to be sure of Willow’s continuing recovery,
they stayed for a cup of coffee at the Espresso Pump with their bag of bagels
and cream cheeses. Willow looked across
the table and began blushing at the adoring look Buffy was giving her and the
Slayer laughed, enjoying the witch’s blush and look of love she returned.
“I love you, Wills,” Buffy said softly.
“I love you, Buffy,” Willow responded softly as she
reached across the table to hold Buffy’s hand.
“What happened last night?”
“We finished explaining things to Agent Mulder,
he’ll be back this afternoon,” Buffy filled Willow in. “Do you have class today?”
“Yeah, Mrs. Santiago is coming over at 9 a.m. What about you?”
“I’ve got class at 10 a.m.,” Buffy answered and
looked over at the clock on the wall.
“We should head back, everyone will worry if they wake up and we’re
gone.”
“I left a note in the kitchen while you were
dressing but we should get back,” Willow agreed.
“You’ll probably be able to go back to school soon,”
Buffy said encouragingly.
“Yeah, now that Oz is gone and Riley just hates me
for stealing you instead of thinking we’re going to get furry,” Willow smiled
shyly.
“You didn’t steal me away from Riley, Wills,” Buffy
scolded with a smile. “I was never his,
I was always yours.”
Willow began blushing as they opened the door and
stepped out into sunlight.
“Wills, you know I can never thank you for the spell
you did,” Buffy said slowly as they walked back towards the Summers’ home.
“You don’t need to, Buffy,” Willow began blushing
again.
“We really need to talk to Agent Mulder,” Buffy said
thoughtfully. “Wills, he said something
last night about dark magick and that spell.”
Buffy was watching her girlfriend closely and wasn’t
surprised when Willow’s head dropped and the redhead refused to meet her
eyes. The Slayer stopped and turned
Willow to face her.
“Talk to me, Wills,” Buffy urged. “What exactly did you do?”
“Drop it, please, Buff,” Willow countered with a
frown. “It’s done and can’t be undone.”
“Willow, what did you do?” Buffy repeated. “Is it going to hurt us?”
Willow sat down on a bus bench and Buffy sat down
next to her.
“Possibly,” Willow admitted with a shrug, her hair
hiding her eyes. “I called on the
powers of darkness to transfer the wolf into me.”
“Wills!” Buffy exclaimed softly and the witch
flinched and turned away. Buffy grabbed
Willow by the shoulders and forced Willow to look at her. “Okay, we’ll handle whatever comes up. I love you!
No matter what happens, I love you!”
The Slayer pulled Willow into her arms and held her
tight.
“I love you and Tara loves you,” Buffy repeated.
“I’m sorry, Buffy.
I couldn’t find another way,” Willow said softly.
“Werewolf or not, none of us are leaving you,” Buffy
said firmly.
“I love you so much,” Willow hugged the shorter
blonde tightly.
“Let’s get home,” Buffy suggested and Willow nodded.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Xander stretched as the voices of Giles and Joyce
reached him from the kitchen. He leaned
over and kissed Anya awake. The former
vengeance demon woke up quickly and grabbed her boyfriend behind the head and
held him to her lips.
Xander finally extracted himself from Anya’s lips
and sat up.
He grinned as they both glanced up and saw Tara
coming down the stairs.
“Are Buffy and Willow in the kitchen?” she asked
with a sleepy smile.
“I don’t know, I heard Joyce Mom and Giles though,”
Xander answered and leaned back down to kiss Anya as Tara went into the
kitchen.
A moment later the two older adults and witch came
back out into the living room.
“The note says they went for bagels and will be back
shortly,” Giles was saying.
“Bagels?” Xander perked up; unzipping the sleeping
bag he was sharing with his girlfriend.
“Seems that Buffy and Willow have gone out for
bagels for everyone,” Giles repeated for Xander and Anya as he sat down in an
easy chair.
“Excellent choice!” Xander agreed.
“We had better get back to your place, I must have a
shower before going to work at the Magic Box,” Anya suggested.
“I want bagels,” Xander protested.
“It is time to move on with life,” Anya said
firmly. “You have to call into your
employment and convince them you were dying for the last four days and I must
go to work as well.”
“Okay, okay,” Xander grumbled, reaching for his
tennis shoes.
“I’ve got class at 9 a.m.,” Tara said in general.
“I’ve got to pay some attention to the gallery as
well,” Joyce commented.
“Yes, we only have to worry about the usual slaying
duties for a month,” Giles agreed.
“You mean we might have a ‘normal’ Sunnydale life
for a month?” Xander teased and Joyce threw a sofa pillow at him.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The next three days were spent with the three
students catching up on their studies and spending time with Giles and
Mulder. The Scooby Gang quickly grew to
like the FBI agent, discovering he was as quirky as they were and very ready to
believe them on almost everything they had seen and been through.
His biggest regret was that he had promised not to
reveal any of the information he learned.
Mulder made plenty of notes and copied files off of Willow and Giles’
computers but agreed not to ever reveal where he had gotten the information.
It hadn’t taken much to convince the FBI agent that
the government would be very interested in Buffy if they knew about the
existence of Slayers and one thing was certain about Mulder, he didn’t trust
the government. He suspected if the
government knew about Buffy, the Slayer would disappear into a government
research facility. Mulder was very
surprised that hadn’t happened already since the Initiative had found out about
the Slayer’s existence.
He also wanted to protect Willow. A werewolf with her hacking skills would be
very attractive to someone like the Smoking Man’s organization and they’d never
see Willow again either.
Special Agent Fox Mulder would have stayed longer in
Sunnydale but had been called back to Washington DC on a case and reluctantly
left the Scooby Gang.
Life did return to semi-normal for the gang for the
next three weeks. Willow returned to
campus, Buffy continued slaying and they all waited for the next full moon.
To be continued in Red Moon
Series Book 2,
Wolves, Slayers and Cages