Jaguar - Hi! Glad you like the story. And thank you for loving ‘Endless’ – once or many times. It means a lot to me.
TareBearRS - Hey, I’ve caught up too! In this series (if it becomes one) I’ve decided that Willow and Tara will be a slaying team, so she’ll
always stick by her girl! Not too sure about dusting the Master yet. I think I want to save him for a future episode. But thanks for liking it. Hope this next part goes down well.
Okay, this is one long scene, the last of Act 4. This fic was originally meant to follow the format of the show, i.e. a teaser and four acts. Due to bad (or no) planning on my part, there will now be an Act 5. But what the heck! It’s a story. Who cares how many parts there are?
The scene starts off funny (I hope), but then gets serious. There’s even a
teeny bit of angst, which I said there wouldn’t be in this fic. I had to work real hard to cut out the steamy sex that very nearly accidentally appeared in this scene. I know this board is not the place for such things (!) But don’t look at me, I’m not responsible for the direction these stories take. Oh, hold on…..
Title: WtVS: Pilot Episode: Hellmouth High
Author: Mike of the Nancy Tribe
Feedback: Yes please.
Rating: PG 13 maybe.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Whedon and ME. I’ve taken liberties with them. So sue me.
Distribution: I don’t mind, but ask first, okay?
Pairings: Willow & Tara. Buffy & Cordelia (sorry about that!)
Spoiler Warning: Not really since it’s AU.
Summary: The last scene of Act 4. Willow and Tara have rescued each other from the Master’s tunnels, and they’ve now reached Buffy’s house. An interlude between action scenes.
WtVS: Pilot Episode: HELLMOUTH HIGH
ACT 4, SCENE 4“Holy bazoombas!”Buffy’s mouth gaped when she opened the door to find two dishevelled girls on the doorstep, one of whom seemed to be half-naked.
“Hey, it’s not my birthday is it? ‘Cos these are the kind of presents I like! But it looks like someone started unwrapping
you early, T-Bone! You better come on in before the curtains round here start twitchin’.”
“Oh, I think they’ve already had an eyeful,” said Willow as the door closed behind them. Tara was still leaning on her, but not as heavily as before. That kiss seemed to have taken away some of the pain.
“Whoa, you look beat….
and beat up,” said Buffy, leading them to the couch in the living room. “What happened?”
“Long story,” said Willow.
“Vamps got me,” said Tara.
“Well….maybe not so long.”
“Hey, look at that ankle,” said Buffy. “You look like you’ve had a gopher chewin’ on your leg. Hold on, I’ll get the Bactine and bandages.”
As Buffy disappeared upstairs to the bathroom, Willow eased Tara’s left shoe off, and propped her heel up on a couple of cushions. “How is it baby?” she asked, kneeling in front of Tara and stroking her foot.
“Oh, sorta throbbing a-and a bit puffy, but it’ll be okay. Especially if, if you keep doing that.” She smiled down at Willow, whose long red hair was draped over Tara’s leg.
Buffy came hurtling down the stairs again at her usual pace, with the medical supplies and a small bowl of water. “Okay, let’s get you fixed up, and you can tell me all about it. You look like you’ve been crawlin’ around in the sewers.”
“Close,” said Willow.
“M-maybe we shouldn’t have come,” said Tara, noticing that Buffy was all dolled up in black leather pants and a shimmering golden halter-top. “I mean, you look all um, shiny, like you’re getting ready to go out.”
“Oh, I was just heading to the Bronze, but no big. Cordy’ll understand. I think. I’ll call her in a while and give her the skinny. Now let nurse Buffy take care of that foot, while you fill me in.”
“Your mom’s not home then?” asked Willow. “I mean, I know she’s cool, but explaining all this….”
“Nah, while dad’s outta town, she’s off at some soireé for the new art gallery that’s opening off Main Street. Y’know, all ethnic statues and mojo masks. Bleh.
So not my style.”
“Oh, some of it’s pretty interesting,” said Willow. “That’s my mom’s gallery.”
“Ah,” said Buffy. “Open mouth. Insert stinky foot. Close mouth. My bad.”
“Oh, hey, no, no badness involved. I mean, iconic proto-gods of the Bantu? Fine for National Geographic girl me, but not a feast of fun for everyone. My mom’s obsessed though. She’s never home. But hey, at least it keeps her out of my hair while slayage is going down!”
Buffy knelt down in front of Tara. “Okay T, roll up the pants, and let me see the damage.”
Tara only flinched right at the beginning, when Buffy cleaned the blood away from the broken skin. There was no deep wound, only a slight swelling and a spreading purpley bruise. Willow sat beside her on the couch, holding her hand in both of hers, while they told all about their adventure in the tunnels. They got more excitable as the tale heated up, and it was all Buffy could do to keep Tara’s leg still.
“….and, and I threw this knife, but I spazzed out, and it sorta, well, bounced….”
“….but Will kicked this guy in the nose and i-it went
crunch! and it was kinda oogy….”
“Yeah, but Tara grabbed my stake and whoofed this vamp and, and she was awesome!”
“But, but you hoisted me out of there before my ass was grass. S-so….gracias!”
“Ha! But then you and, and the ‘hey vamps! get a loada
these puppies!’ and the magic and the, the flamey t-shirt! You saved the day, you know, ya big hero!”
“Oh no, no, you were the hero, you saved
me!”
“Okay, okay, I think I get the picture!” said Buffy, holding her hands up. “You saved her, she saved you, it’s a whole big rescuey thing! Y’know, vampires really aren’t fun, are they? Think I’ll take a stand on that….But the real biggie is, you’re both all right, right? I mean, nobody got bit?”
“Not yet,” said Willow under her breath, as she slipped Tara’s bra strap back to a safer position on her shoulder, and smoothed the blonde hair back over her ear. She just wanted to keep looking at that long creamy neck that swept down in a delicious curve to….
Oh god! she thought in panic,
maybe I’ve got vamp blood in me, ‘cos I just want to…. “I-I mean, no, nobody got bit,” she said aloud. “We’re, we’re good here. Better than good. Perfect.”
Buffy fastened off the bandage, sat back on her heels and looked at the two of them. “Aha!” she said with a grin. “I knew it!”
“What? Kn-knew what?” said Tara.
“Well, I knew it, but not in the sense of actually knowing anything, but I knew that I knew…. something. It was Cordy who knew, or at least she twigged. And if Cordy twigs something, you know something’s there that’s twiggable, y’know?”
“Um, I hate to sound all Gilesy here,” said Willow with a frown, “but um, in what world is this English being spoken that you are currently speaking? Just wonderin’.”
“Oh come on Will,” said Buffy, still grinning. “I mean you two. It’s wicked obvious now. You’re like two gloves that belong on the same hand. No. Wait. That’s not right. You’re like two hands that belong in the same glove. Or something like that. You two are honeys, aintcha? Come on, fess up for doctor Buffy!”
“I-I thought you were the nurse,” said Willow.
“I just passed the exam. Now spill.”
The two girls looked at each other. Tara’s right hand was already encased between both of Willow’s. Now she brought the other one over to join them, and raised them all to kiss the tips of Willow’s fingers. “Oh yes,” breathed Tara. “She’s my honey.”
“And, and she’s mine,” whispered Willow. “All mine.”
“Woo hoo!” yelled Buffy, leaping up to wrap them both in a bear hug. “Aww, I’m so glad for you guys!”
“Mmmph!” said Willow and Tara together, as their faces were mashed into Buffy’s shoulders.
“How about that?” said Buffy, releasing them. “All four of us. The all-gay Scoobies! Wonder if Giles has anything he wants to get off his chest, huh? Wouldn’t that be a blast!”
“Yup, that’s us,” said Willow cheerily, “just one big happy bunch o’ girl-lovin’ gay-type girlies!” She suddenly raised her eyebrows at the thought. “Oh, oh, I don’t mean
us us, not all of us! Ew, no! I-I mean, you and Cordy, ‘cos you two are the two who are the two and, and me and Tara, ‘cos we’re the two –“
“W-we’re the two who are the one,” said Tara softly.
Willow nearly dissolved into the smoky blue eyes that were focussed on her.
Oh god yes, she thought.
Yes. She’s the other half of me. She was still lost in Tara when Buffy spoke again.
“Hey, no worries Will! Me, I’m a one-girl girl. Cordy’s
way enough for me to handle already, believe me! But….I’d better be finding a top that’ll fit you, Tara. Right now, you’re temptation on a plate!”
Off Willow’s startled glance, she hurriedly added: “Only kidding Will! Eyes might look, but hands don’t touch! Cordy tattooed that on the inside of my eyelids. Gotta be careful, or she’ll break out the handcuffs and whippy things. Again!” she added with a mischievous wink.
Willow and Tara looked at each other wide-eyed, and giggled silently. But Tara made a mental note of who she could get handcuffs from, and the left side of her mouth curled up.
“Okay Slayer Will, I’m guessing your partner here is in serious need of a hot shower,” said Buffy, eyeing her.
“Oh, that
would be good,” said Tara. “ I ache all over.”
“Thought so. Come on, I’ll show you where the bathroom is. We can put a new bandage on later. Then I’ll call Cordy on her cell. I guess she’s already at the Bronze. I may have to do some major butt-kissing tomorrow.” She gave them another wide grin. “But hey, that’s
always fun!”
Willow helped Tara up from the couch, and she gingerly tested her weight on the foot. “Hey that’s, that’s good work Buffy,” said Tara, relieved that the pain was now no more than a dull ache. “You’d make a great nurse, thanks!”
“That’s what Cordy says, too. Of course, sometimes she’s the nurse and I’m the patient. You wouldn’t
believe what she can do with a tongue depressor!” She gave a little cough, and screwed up her face. “Oh god. Too much information, huh? This motormouth’ll really get me in trouble one of these days!”
It didn’t prove too hard to get Tara up the stairs, with Buffy on one side, and Willow behind, ready to catch her if she stumbled.
And can I help it if my hands are near a certain witchy butt again? she said to herself.
“Okay, here’s the spare bedroom, and across the hall is the bathroom. You’ll find a robe or two in the closet here. I know you’ve got all that Slayer energy Will, but Tara needs to rest up for a couple of hours, maybe get that swelling down.”
“Are you kidding me?” said Willow. “I’m pooped! Never been poopier!” Both of them flopped down on the edge of the bed.
“Really?”
“Well….no,” admitted Willow with a little smile. “Actually, I’m pepped. Slaying makes me kinda….zingy.”
“Okay then,” said Buffy, “T, you hit the hot n’ wet. Will, you let her rest. Ixnay on the ingzay, capiche?”
“Yes ma’am. I promise I’ll be good.” Tara looked disappointed.
“Right. Then I’ll go gather some munchables for later. You know what they say: Eat nachos, drink mochas and be merry, for tomorrow we die. Or hopefully not. Y’know, I really wish they
didn’t say that. Are you
sure the bad guys wanna do this calypso thing tomorrow night?”
“Apocalypse,” said Willow. “Mm, looks like it. Are you, are you as wigged as I am?”
“Wigged? Hell no! We’re the Sunnydale Scoobies! You’ll go all Slayer-fu on their asses, Sabrina here’s gonna zap ‘em with her voodoo, Giles….well, he can glare at them, while I bust their little vamp butts! Then we find it was the nasty caretaker all along.”
Willow and Tara both grinned. A dose of Buffiness was good for the soul.
“And, of course, we have our secret weapon,” she added. “Mistress Cordelia. Her tongue is as good as a stake any day. Uh, with the uh, slaying that is. Hmm. After I’ve smoothed Cordy over, I think I’ll look Giles up in the book. From what you said, I’m guessing the vamps might be on the streets tonight, looking for a little O-positive payback, so you’re gonna need a ride home.”
“What makes you think he’ll be home?” said Willow.
“Er, Will? We’re talking English librarian here, right? It’s half nine on a Friday night, and Doctor Who is on PBS. He’ll be dunkin’ cookies in his cocoa right now, and cluckin’ his tongue at the rubber monsters. Trust me. Okay, I’ll drop back in on you later, you crazy lovebirds. But I’ll be sure to whistle real
loud before I come up the stairs!”
When Buffy had gone, Willow went to the closet and came back with a big, white, fluffy towelling robe. She couldn’t help but press one of the sleeves to the side of her face, and crinkle her eyes up at the soft warmth.
“Mmm, feel that warm furry goodness,” she said, stroking it against Tara’s cheek. And suddenly the blonde witch was in her arms, lips softer than the robe searching out her own. Her hands flattened out across Tara’s bare back, pulling her deeper into the kiss, while Tara’s fingers roamed through her hair.
“Wha-wha-what was that for?” asked Willow breathlessly when they finally parted.
“That was for you. One good kiss deserves another. Hey, um, help me out here?” Tara turned her back to Willow, and drew her long mane of fair hair to one side.
Willow gulped at the invitation, and her fingers trembled as she reached for the catch on Tara’s bra. It should have been so familiar to her, so easy, but this was different. This was someone else.
The someone else. She could feel the fast thumping in her own chest when the catch popped open, and the straps slipped from Tara’s shoulders. The bra joined the robe on the bed, and Tara turned back to her.
Willow felt dizzy.
Perfect, she thought.
She’s perfect and beautiful and wonderful….and what do i do now? What do I say? She opened her mouth, but all that came out was something between a moan and a sigh.
Tara looked down at her hands, then turned her smoky blue eyes back to Willow. “Don’t you um, don’t you think you ought to lose your gear too? I-I mean, with all the running and fighting and stuff. Gotta be a little um, sweaty in there.” She touched the flowers on Willow’s fuzzy top.
“Uh, well, I-I don’t –“ Willow began.
But Tara leaned forward to take the hem of her sweater in her hands. “Let’s lose it,” she breathed into her ear, pulling the top up and over her head.
“But, but I –“ Willow gave up, held her breath and raised her arms. Her hair frizzed up, then cascaded down onto her bare shoulders. Her first instinct was to hide, but she let her arms drop, and watched as Tara’s gaze roamed over her.
“I-I know I’m not –“
What? As beautiful as you? Of course not. It’s not possible.“Sssh,” said Tara, placing a finger gently on the Slayer’s lips. She looked at the redhead, and swallowed hard.
H-h-holy goddess! her thoughts stuttered.
Beautiful. So, so beautiful.“Um, h-hey commando girl,” said Tara breathlessly when she could speak again. “Where’s your bra?”
“What? Oh, ah, that.” Willow blushed, and started flapping her hands around. “Well, you see, it was um, kinda warm indoors and, and sometimes it pinches, and the straps they um….well, you were, you were coming over and I didn’t know what to wear and I sorta didn’t want anything getting in the way so I said to heck with the underwear and am I just a big ol’ slut?”
“Oh, I-I hope so,” said Tara, laughing.
“But, but I gotta tell ya,” said Willow, scrunching up her nose and jiggling her shoulders, “Knitwear against the nips? Not always of the good! I’m thinking, angry letters to those guys at P & G. Downy Free and Sensitive my ass!”
“Aww sweetie,” said Tara, crinkling her face, “maybe um, maybe you need something soothing on those.”
Like my lips, she thought, touching the tip of her tongue to her upper teeth.
Willow’s jaw assumed the dropped position when Tara stood up and shucked off her jeans, revealing small white panties with a little red flower on one side. Then those too fell to the floor, and there was Tara, all of her, every inch, every soft curve and hollow as lovely as Willow had dared to imagine. Her eyes teared up as she thought:
What have I done to deserve this? To deserve her?Tara, with a smile as perfect as the rest of her, reached out to Willow and drew her to her feet beside the bed. Then the witch knelt before her, unsnapping the fastener on Willow’s blue jeans, and drawing down the zip. Every muscle and nerve in Willow sang as Tara’s lips fluttered against her tummy, while her arms encircled her, hands slipping inside the jeans and gliding down over her backside as the pants slid to the floor. A final kiss and the faintest flicker of a tongue in her belly button made Willow’s legs go weak. But she stayed upright somehow and stepped out of the jeans as Tara rose to her feet.
There were tears in those amazing blue eyes as well, as they wrapped their arms around each other. Their lips met, and they could feel their bodies moulding into one another. From tip to toe their skin touched, and every part of Willow fit perfectly into every part of Tara.
Like two hands that belong in the same glove, thought Willow, remembering Buffy’s words.
I want to lose myself in her, and never be found.But she could feel the tiredness in Tara’s body. She saw tiny bruises on the girl’s arms, and one on her hip. A reddish mark on the line of her jaw, and bumps and scrapes on her knees and elbows.
Where they grabbed her, and hit her, she thought.
And crawling through those damn tunnels. Because of me. She’s hurt and in danger….because of me.She eased herself out of Tara’s arms, smoothing the break with a final heartfelt kiss. “You’d um, you’d better hit that shower now, huh?”
Tara’s face fell, just a little. “You, you don’t want to uh, join me?”
“Oh baby, I’d love to,
believe me,” said the Slayer, willing the truth into her face. “But….I don’t think I’d ever want to come out again. We, we’d end up all wrinkled and pruney. And I can’t fight vampires when I’m, y’know, waterlogged. And Buffy said I’ve gotta let you rest, remember?”
“O-okay,” Tara said reluctantly. “But when I come out will you, will you rest with me?”
“Oh, you bet. Now go on, get your bruised self in there and wash all your pains away. I want to see my shiny, sparkly girl again.”
Tara slipped the robe on and headed for the bathroom, Willow close behind her, making sure she was okay. On the way, she took another towelling robe from the closet for the redhead. “Here,” she said. “This is
much softer on the nips, let me tell you.” As a parting shot she grazed the fluffy garment over Willow’s breast, and disappeared through the door with a coy smile.
Willow shivered, and not because she was cold.
After a minute, she realised she was standing naked in Buffy’s hallway, staring at a closed door. As she heard water begin to hit tile, she dashed back into the bedroom and pulled the robe on. She wrapped herself up in warm fluffiness, and looked at herself in the long mirror on the back of the door.
Clutching the robe tight around her neck, she stared into her own green eyes.
I’m in love, she thought.
I’m in love with Tara. She’s a girl. I’m in love with a girl. She had to hear herself say it, to understand it. “I, Willow Rosenberg, am in love with Tara Maclay, who is a girl,” she said aloud to the mirror. And it didn’t sound weird, or bad, or wrong. It felt
right. It felt scary as hell, but it felt as if the words had always been in her, waiting to be born.
This has to be the jackpot week for destiny, she thought.
Heritage of the Slayer. And the girl I just know I’ll love for the rest of my life. What are the odds, huh?I’m in love with a girl….and I’m going to get her killed.She lay down on the bed, and threw one arm over her eyes.
I can’t let it happen. I just can’t. We might all die tomorrow, but I can’t let it be because of me. It has to stop. I have to stop it before she gets hurt. Before anyone does.She heard the shower being turned off.
But I don’t know how. I don’t want to be the damn Slayer any more. I just want to love her till we’re little old ladies together, sitting on the porch at sunset, yelling at the neighbours’ kids to keep the noise down. False teeth in matching mugs, side by side on the bathroom shelf. She screwed up her eyes as tears began to trickle down her cheeks.
But this Master guy doesn’t want us to grow old together. What does he know? Bet he just loves evil. Big furry evil. Him and his Vessel. And Harris. Big brave Xander Harris with his new fangs. I’ve got to stop them. But I’ve got to do it alone. What good is saving the world….if she’s not there?Willow hastily wiped her face with the sleeve of her robe as Tara came back into the room, rubbing her damp hair with a pink towel. She was glistening and new, a blue-eyed angel all in white, and Willow felt her heart tap-dancing inside her chest.
“Are you okay baby?” she asked. “No soapy accidents or new bumps?”
“No new bumps,” answered Tara. “It was lovely. Just what I needed. You don’t know what you missed.”
Oh but I do, thought Willow. “How’s the ankle? Did you manage to keep the bandage dry?”
“Uh-huh, best I could.” Tara hung the towel over the door handle, and joined her on the bed. “Doesn’t hurt now. N-nothing ever really hurts….when I’m with you.”
They lay facing each other, Willow on her left side, Tara on her right, their heads resting on pale green pillows. Tara’s hand reached over to rest on Willow’s hip, then the redhead did the same, and together they inched closer. Willow followed suit again when Tara’s other hand slid under her body to press gently on her back. Tara’s warm toes sought out Willow’s slightly cooler feet, stroking the skin and sending tingles up through her legs. If they were any closer, they would have been in the same bathrobe.
“You smell of flowers,” Willow murmured.
“Honeysuckle soap,” answered Tara in the same tiny voice. “You smell of Willow.”
“Are you sayin’ I’m stinky?”
“I’m saying….you smell of you. The one and only.”
“Oh. So that’s good then?”
“Oh yes.”
Their foreheads and noses were already touching. Now their mouths followed, merging in the softest kiss, that ended with the tip of Tara’s tongue tracing the line of each of Willow’s lips. The redhead caught that tip and drew it in, and her own probed wetly, deep into Tara’s welcoming mouth. They glided over and around each other, tasting new flavours with each movement until they could hardly breathe.
“Ohhhhh hummina!” Willow sighed when their lips finally, stickily, let go. Her eyes rolled up, and she lay panting, her breath hot on Tara’s face.
Tara wasn’t faring much better. Dazed and giddy, she inhaled Willow’s breath as if she needed it herself. “Honey are, are you okay?” she whispered when she found her voice again.
“Mmmm,” hummed Willow. “Right at this moment, I couldn’t be more okay if, if it was my birthday and all the puppies in the world were snuggling me ‘cos I was their mommy.”
She felt Tara smiling against her cheek, and raised her head to see shining blue eyes fixed on her own. “But I’d rather have snuggles with you, any day. And every day.”
Tara dragged her hand up Willow’s body to her hair and smoothed it back from her face. “Will,” she began, “I, I need to tell you –“
“Wait. Please?” said Willow, touching her hand to the witch’s face, stroking the corner of her mouth with her thumb. “I, I have to say something, or I think I’ll burst. Tara, I hardly know you. But, but in my heart, I really
know you, you know? In my heart.” Tara nodded. She knew. “I don’t know how, or why, and I don’t care, but….I love you Tara Maclay. I mean I’m, I’m
in love with you. Without you, there’s no me anymore. I, I want you so much, but I love you even more….and, and that’s why I can’t –“
Tara stopped the words with her lips, in a searing kiss that seemed to leave little sparks jumping between them. “Willow, no,” she said, halting the redhead’s attempts to go on talking. “Me now. I have to. I love you, Willow Rosenberg, with all my heart and all my soul. I-I’ve been waiting for you. My whole life. I’ve always known a, a part of me was missing. It felt like, around the next corner, I’ll find that last puzzle piece to make me whole. But the next corner was, was always the same as the last corner.”
“Tara, I –“
“Please. I have to say this. I, I don’t usually say so much, so don’t stop me now. That first day at school, when you came to class? I knew. Somehow I knew. There you were. The other part of me. And it scared me. It was, it was like this deep hole inside me, and I was falling into it. But I knew you’d be there to catch me. You’re my magnet, Will. You pull me to you, and I’m helpless. I love you more than life, and I never want to lose you.”
Both girls let the tears flow freely, and they clung to each other as if the threat of loss was knocking at the door right then.
“Oh god Tara,” Willow whispered through her tears. “I love you so much. God, I-I can’t believe I’ve got to say this, but….you have to go away….from me. I don’t, I don’t know if I can protect you from what’s going to happen tomorrow. I don’t know if I can protect
me. And, and even if I stop the Harvest, you might get hurt….or, or worse. And that would kill me. Please. You have to go. I don’t know how far, but away from me. It’s the only way.
Please.”
Tara covered the weeping girl’s face with little salty kisses, then forced the Slayer’s green eyes to look at her smiling face. “Oh Will,” she breathed. “My poor Will. Why won’t you believe me?”
“Wha-what do you -?”
“I told you before, and I told Mr. Giles. I will
never leave you.
Never.”
“B-b-but –“
“No. I know that you’ll save us, but I, I might be able to help you, to protect
you while you deal with the vampires. You need me to watch your back, Will. And even, even if you don’t need me….well, you’ve got me anyway.”
“Tara, no. I’m the Slayer, I
have to do this. You don’t.”
“The Slayer is a part of who you are. But, but so am I. Always. We can do this, Will. Together. The Slayer and the witch. We’re a team. The bestest team ever. Evil doesn’t stand a chance.”
“No?”
“Not a chance in hell. Because of you. And, and because of
us. I’m yours, Will. Even if you don’t w-want me around, I’m yours. Even, even if you didn’t love me, I’d still be yours. Always.”
“A-always?”
“And forever.”
“I love you Tara.”
“I love you too Will.”
“Hold me tighter?”
“Oh yes.”
They kissed again, then closed their eyes, and wrapped themselves up in each other. They didn’t hear, nearly an hour later, when Buffy whistled from the foot of the stairs. They didn’t hear when she called out to them, nor when she tapped on the door.
She peeked round the edge, to see one big heap of white fluffy robe on the bed, and at the top of it, two heads fast asleep, their smiling faces pressed tightly together. Buffy grinned to herself, and closed the door quietly on them.
In the kitchen, she emptied the coffee cups she had just filled, and switched the percolator back on.
Better give the sleepyheads a bit longer, she thought, looking at the wall clock.
Still a good half hour till Giles gets here. Says he was doin’ research, huh? I’d swear that was a Dalek I heard in the background.She flopped back down in front of the tv, and flipped through the channels. “Ooh, Real World Boston! Gotta love that gal Genesis!”
She didn’t see the face pushed against the glass in the front door. A face with yellow eyes and long pointed teeth.
FADE OUT
END OF ACT 4
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Always.........
by Cordy » Sat Sep 07, 2002 11:45 am 
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Its just so true!! 
