Hey all!
I'm back, new computer and a new update
Took me a while, i know, i'll be surprised if anyone is even still reading this!
Lol. But thank you to everyone who is.
I hope to have another update up asap. Hope you like this one.
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Part 33Riley stood up and stumbled backwards, almost tripping over his chair, but managed to throw it out in front of him.
Riley: Okay, everyone just stay calm! Don’t panic! Stay back, I’ll try and keep these…. Dogs-
Faith: Not dogs.
Before Riley had time to say anything else, Faith launched herself over the table and took down two of the werewolves. Panicked, Buffy leapt over the table to help her girlfriend and tackled one of the ones Faith was fighting. Once she hit the floor though, seeing the opportunity, two other werewolves pounced on her, but were quickly dragged off.
Willow: No, no, no.
Willow lifted one up and tossed it forward, putting it straight through a table, keeping hold of the other.
Willow: Play nice.
It growled at her and tried to pull Willow over its head so it could reach her, but was unable to. The redhead grinned.
Willow: Aww, can’t brake free of the little girl’s hold?
She turned the wolf slightly and kneed it in the gut, hard.
Tara: Remind me again.
Tara grabbed hold of the nearest wolf’s neck and twisted, throwing it onto its back.
Tara: Why don’t we carry weapons with us?
Reaching behind her, the blonde took hold of a table and turned it over, before ripping off one of the legs. Willow grunted, struggling a little with her wolf.
Willow: Because we’d look a little weird carrying big, sharp, pointy things around with us.
She grabbed one of the bar stools and smashed it over her wolf’s head. It hit the floor and she dived at the one she had put through the table earlier. Reaching down, she pulled up the leg of her trousers and took something out from the side of her boot.
Willow: But I never said
I didn’t have any.
Getting a good hold on the knife, she lifted her and thrust it deep into the wolf’s chest. It yelped in pain and then went limp.
Xander: Um, Will?
The redhead tossed the dead wolf to one side and looked over at Xander. He was, currently using a chair to try and get another werewolf away from him and Riley.
Xander: We could use a little help here.
But before Willow had time to move, the leg of a table flew past the redhead and hit the wolf square on its head. Willow turned to look over her shoulder and spotted Tara, trying to wrestle her wolf to the floor. She quickly turned back to Xander and Riley.
Willow: Sorry.
Xander was about to as what she was sorry for, but then the redhead took hold of the sleeve of his shirt and pulled the down hard, ripping them off.
Xander: Hey! Willow!
Willow: I said I was sorry.
She turned to the unconscious werewolf and rolled it onto its back, bringing its legs up and tying them together with Xander’s sleeves.
Willow: Just keep it there.
Riley and Xander just looked at each other and Willow ran to help Tara, only to be knocked down by the last remaining werewolf. Struggling against it, the redhead tried to reach the dagger that had fallen out of her hand when the wolf had tackled her. It was then that she noticed the wolf she had introduced the bar stool to, was returning to consciousness and Tara was the nearest one to it - meaning she was the first it would attack.
Willow: Tara!
Willow choked out the words, as the werewolf moved its huge paw to the base of her neck and pushed upwards, making it difficult for her to breathe. It growled and she kicked her legs up, trying to throw the five-foot something wolf off of her. The previously unconscious werewolf was now back on its feet and heading straight for Tara, who was still struggling with her wolf. Faith, however, was watching all of this and she hauled the wolf she was fighting over her head, before bringing her elbow down onto its chest. It was then that she spotted Willow’s dagger and rolled forward, grabbing hold of it. Quick, as lightning, Faith turned and threw the dagger as hard as she could at the wolf approaching Tara. It struck the werewolf square in the forehead.
Faith: Yes!
Willow: A little help!
Faith looked over at Willow, who was stilled pinned to the floor by her wolf, and then turned back to hers. Grabbing it by its neck, she drove her knee into its stomach and backed up. The wolf growled and glared at her.
Faith: Come get some.
It snarled and launched itself at her, but Faith was one step ahead. She hit the floor and the wolf flew over her, hitting the werewolf Willow was struggling with. They both hit the floor, a mess of tangled, sneering limbs and looking seriously pissed about what Faith had just done. The redhead, however, was very grateful. She glanced over at her friend.
Willow: Thanks.
Faith: Not a problem.
Tara brought her knees up and forced her wolf off of her and it flew into the side of the bar. Shaking its head, as if to banish the cartoon birds hovering around it, it backed up and got ready to strike again. Suddenly, the wolves’ eyes were no longer yellow and had returned to their normal black. The stopped fighting, seemingly confused and backed away. The wolf that Willow had tied up next to Xander and Riley was struggling to break free and Xander looked over at the redhead. She nodded and, with shaking hands, he untied the wolf. It growled and fled the club, the rest of the pack following. Everything was silent for a moment and Willow walked over to Tara, holding her hand out to help her girlfriend up. The blonde took her hand and got to her feet.
Willow: You okay?
Tara brushed her hands over her jeans, wiping away any dust or dirt, and looked at Willow. The redhead lifted a hand to the other woman’s cheek, her thumb tracing small circles where it rest.
Tara: I-I think so.
Willow: I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you….
Tara smiled and pressed her lips to Willow’s.
Tara: It’s okay.
Riley: Um, I hate to break this up….
He paused.
Riley: And I really do, because you two are just so cute together, but can someone please tell me what just happened?
Faith and Tara’s apartment: Next DayFaith, Wesley, Xander and Oz were assembled in the living room, talking about the previous night’s events. Buffy, Willow and Tara had classes until two, so they had made their way to the college that morning, unfortunately - depending on how you look at it - having to miss the meeting, and Xander and Faith were doing their best to re-tell the story.
Wesley: Yellow eyes, you say?
Faith nodded and Wesley removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes.
Wesley: It is indeed rather strange.
Xander: And the fact that they suddenly turned back to black and the doggies ran for it was, I think, the strangest.
Wesley: Hmm…. You see, that in itself suggests possession.
Faith: You think they were possessed?
Oz: Makes sense.
The Englishman put his glasses back on.
Wesley: Of course, we’ll need to do some research to gather the facts.
Xander groaned.
Xander: Of course.
Wesley looked over at him.
Wesley: You can leave if you want. I’m sure Faith can manage the added workload.
The floppy-haired young man grinned and stood up, only to be pulled back down by a strong hand.
Faith: You’re staying.
Xander: But-
Faith: You’re staying.
She almost growled out the words and he slumped back in his seat, defeated.
UC SunnydaleWillow and Tara strolled down the hallways of the college, hand in hand, heading for the main doors. Classes had just finished for the afternoon and they were on their way to the courtyard, where they had arranged to meet Buffy.
Willow: I’m telling you, he’s got it in for me.
Tara: Will-
Willow: It was an A grade paper! He gave me a C. A
C!
Tara giggled and gave Willow’s hand a squeeze.
Tara: Mr Carter has it in for everyone.
Willow: You mean, he’s just a mean, bitter old man?
Tara: Exactly.
The redhead thought about that for a moment and a huge smile worked its way onto her face.
Willow: So it wasn’t a bad paper?
The blonde smiled and they sat down.
Tara: No. It wasn’t a bad paper.
Willow: Woohoo!
Tara giggled again at her girlfriend’s peppiness.
Willow: See, I-I knew it wasn’t. I worked so hard on that and it was like, poof, all hard work gone, worthless. We should report him or something. He-he can’t keep doing that to people, someone’s gonna end up having a heart attack…. Okay, so maybe just me, but….
Willow trailed off when she noticed the blonde was just looking at her, smiling.
Willow: What? Do I have something on my face? Did Faith write something obscene on my forehead again, because if she did-
She was cut off by Tara’s laughter.
Tara: No, no. Nothing like that. I was just…. Looking…. Wait, what did Faith write on your forehead?
Willow was about to answer, but stopped when she felt someone tap her on her shoulder. Looking up, she found a guy from her drama class standing next to her.
Willow: Chase, hi.
Chase: Hey.
He smiled and Tara gave him a little wave.
Chase: Um Will, I uh, I was just wondering…. If you’re not doing anything Saturday night…. Maybe we could, um…. Go out. Like a date.
The blonde couldn’t help but smile, as she looked back and forth between Chase and her girlfriend. Willow’s mouth fell open for a moment, but quickly closed again.
Willow: Chase…. I think you’re a really sweet guy…. But-
Chase: I’m going to be rejected here, aren’t I?
Willow flashed him an apologetic look.
Willow: It’s just…. You’re not really…. My type.
Chase: Oh.
She took in Chase’s hurt look and mentally slapped herself.
Willow: I didn’t mean it to come out like that, you really are a sweet guy, but…. I’m kind of seeing someone at the moment.
She entwined her fingers with Tara’s and lifted their hands for Chase to see. His eyes widened.
Chase: Oh! I mean…. oh. Right. Well then….
Willow giggled and shook her head.
Chase: Sorry.
Willow: It’s okay.
He turned to Tara and apologizing again.
Tara: You d-don’t need to apologize for h-having good taste.
Relieved, he smiled and said goodbye to them both, before walking away. Willow and Tara turned back to look at each other, and Tara sighed.
Tara: Now that….
She smirked.
Tara: Is the price I have to pay for having an incredibly hot girlfriend that everyone wants.
Willow blushed a little, but raised an eyebrow.
Willow: Are you complaining?
The blonde lifted Willow’s hand to her mouth and kissed it.
Tara: Never.
They both leaned in for a kiss, but were interrupted again.
Buffy: Aww, they’re in love.
They both shot Buffy death glares and the blonde made a mental not never to interrupt them when smooches were on the cards ever again.
Buffy: Come on, we need to get to the apartment.
Faith and Tara’s apartmentFaith was curled up in the armchair when Buffy, Tara and Willow arrived back.
Buffy: Honey, I’m home.
The brunette looked up and then put the book she was reading through down, before rushing over to the girls.
Faith: Run. Run while you still can.
The three of them looked at each other, sharing the same confused looks.
Buffy: What?
Faith: Wesley’s got us researching.
Willow: Researching? Like, big, old, musty book researching?
Faith nodded and Willow grabbed Tara’s arm and turned on her heel, heading for the door.
Wesley: Ah, you’re home. Splendid.
They groaned.
Wesley: What?
Willow: Oh, nothing.
The three of them turned back to Wesley.
Wesley: Oh, well, now you’re home, you can help with the research.
Buffy: Yay.
Willow: Fun.
Faith smirked and went back to her seat, as the Englishman handed Buffy, Willow and Tara books and explained what it what they were looking for. The redhead sat down on the couch next to Xander, her girlfriend taking a seat next to her, and Buffy walked over to where Faith was sitting, making herself comfortable on the floor in front of the chair, resting her back against the brunette’s legs. The room fell silent, turning of pages the only sound being heard, and it stayed that way for a while, until Buffy turned to her girlfriend.
Buffy: Can we swap? This book’s full of blood and guts and…. Well, that’s just more of a you thing.
Faith: Aw, come on, B. I just got into this one.
Buffy: Please?
She started to pout.
Faith: No, the pout won’t work this time.
That just made her pout even more, but Faith ignored it. Buffy sighed and looked back at the book in her hands. A sly grin quickly made its way onto her face and, quick as lightning, she turned and grabbed the book out of Faith’s hand, tossing the one she had been reading in its place, and hurried across the living room, out of the brunette’s reach.
Faith: Hey! Buffy! Give it back!
Buffy: No.
The blonde stuck her tongue out and turned her eyes to the book she was holding. She frowned.
Buffy: Wait a minute, this isn’t…. Faith!
Faith hadn’t been researching at all, but had slipped a magazine inside the book when Wesley wasn’t looking. Buffy separated the book from the magazine, reading the title, and then held it up, glaring at Faith.
Buffy: Women Weekly: Lesbian Liaisons?
Faith sank back into the armchair.
Willow: Faith! What happened to researching?
Faith smiled, sheepishly.
Faith: I got bored?
Xander: Hey, we’re all board….
Xander paused.
Xander: Does that mean I get to read the magazine?
Buffy and Willow yelled “No!” together and the young man pouted, mimicking the blonde’s earlier expression. Wesley, hearing all the commotion, left the kitchen and walked into the living room.
Wesley: What’s going on?
Willow: Faith’s cheating!
Wesley: What?
Buffy: She hasn’t been researching.
Faith: That’s not true! I was! At first….
Buffy tossed the magazine to Wesley.
Buffy: She slipped that inside the book she was supposed to be reading.
Faith: Tattletales, the lot of you.
Their mentor looked down at the magazine and he rolled his eyes, looking at Faith.
Faith: Fine! Okay, I read it for the love stories! I’m a closet romantic. You caught me.
Xander: You mean you’re not dead inside? Great, now I’m going to have to reset my whole opinion of you.
At the mention of the old ‘dead inside/no emotions’ argument, Faith’s eyes landed on Xander.
Faith: Don’t make me hurt you. I’m fighting for two now.
Tara: Guys?
Everyone’s attention shifted to Tara, who had remained quiet throughout the magazine incident.
Tara: I think I found something.
Xander sighed and shut his book.
Xander: Ten minutes of reading and she finds something. Why can’t I ever pick up the right book?
Buffy: Because you’re a doofus.
Xander: Hey!
He frowned, looking somewhat hurt.
Xander: You’re right, but hey.
Wesley walked over to Tara and she pointed out the passage she had been reading, passing him the book. He adjusted his glasses and began reading.
Wesley: Interesting….
Willow peaked over his shoulder.
Willow: What?
Wesley: It seems Tara has indeed found something.
Faith: What does it say?
Wesley:
Possession is not always evident to the untrained eye, but if you were to look close enough, you would recognise certain things. Drastic change in a werewolf’s behaviour would be on of the first signs. A change in appearance another. Be it something as small, such as their eyes, or bigger, like their face.Faith: So, these guys were definitely possessed?
Wesley: It seems that is the case, yes.
Buffy: Now we need to find out who, or what, worked their mojo on our beastie boys.
Tara: Any ideas on how?
Xander: If you’re going to say more book reading, let me know now so I can go throw myself off a cliff.
Wesley: Consider this me letting you know.
Wesley reached over and clipped Xander across the back of his head.
Xander: Hey!
He stood up, his machoness, however little of it, injured.
Xander: Well, if you’ll excuse me, my cliff is calling.
Xander began to walk away, but Faith stuck her foot out, tripping him up, and he tumbled to the floor.
Oz: You really should stop trying to get out of this.
Xander: You can’t blame a guy for trying.
Everyone went back to looking through the various books Wesley had laid out on the table and the room eventually fell quiet once more. Of course, as noise is usually inevitable in Faith and Tara’s apartment, the silence was quickly interrupted.
Spike: Knock, knock.
Everyone looked up from their books to find Spike making his way into the living room, a cigarette in his hand, as usual. He raised his eyebrows.
Spike: Book club meeting?
Without looking up, Faith addressed him.
Faith: Don’t make me put that smoke out on your face.
Spike rolled his eyes and took a last drag of his cigarette, before stumping it out. On the wall.
Xander: You’d better clean that up.
Spike: You going to make me, spanky?
Faith: No.
The brunette finally looked up from her book.
Faith: I will.
The blonde haired man gave Faith and look, but when she just stared at him he became a little unnerved, but huffed it off.
Spike: Whatever.
He wondered over to the table and glanced down at the books, flipping through the pages of a couple of them.
Spike: Possession?
Spiked looked back at the gang.
Spike: Who’s possessed?
Willow looked up from her book.
Willow: Well, at first we weren’t sure, but after a not so long discussion, we came to the conclusion that you’re possessed by two things. Some form of blood sucking, alien frog, which explains my strong dislike for you, and an idiot.
The redhead smiled, almost too sweetly, and went back to reading through her book, leaving Spike just standing there, dumbfounded and come-back-less.
Later that nightWesley stumbled as he tried to look past the pile of books in his arms, trying to make his way to the front door of the apartment. He had suggested he fetch some more books, after the gang figured that the books they had there weren’t going to be much help. Knocking on the door, Wesley waited for someone to answer, breathing a sigh of relief when Buffy did, and he handed her the pile of books before walking into the apartment. She stared at them.
Buffy: Gee, thanks. Just what I’ve always wanted. A big pile of…. Dusty, old, smelly books.
She closed the door and followed Wesley back into the living room.
Wesley: Found anything yet?
Faith: Zip.
Xander: Nadda.
Spike: Sod all.
Willow: Diddly squat.
The elder man looked over at Oz, who simply shrugged.
Wesley: Your wide knowledge of the English language both surprises and confuses me.
The redhead smiled, brightly.
Willow: We’re here to help.
Wesley removed his glasses and began cleaning them, indicating the books Buffy had just put down on one of the empty chairs.
Wesley: I brought some more books I though might be useful-
Faith: If they’re anything like you one we’ve already read through, they ain’t gonna be useful at all.
Wesley: Yes, well, we must gather all the information we can. We could be in danger. Possession isn’t something that just happens out of the blue.
Faith sighed.
Faith: I know. I’m just….
Xander: Tired?
Faith: So tired.
To emphasize her point, the brunette closed her eyes and threw her head back, beginning to snore. Willow smiled sympathetically and ran her hand over Tara’s hair. The blonde had fallen asleep a little while ago, snuggled up to Willow with her head resting on the other girl’s shoulder.
Willow: I think everyone’s tired.
Buffy: She’s not wrong.
Buffy held her hand to her mouth, covering a yawn, and Oz rubbed his eyes. Wesley put his glasses back on.
Wesley: Maybe we should call it a night, but we’ll have to start early in the morning.
Happy with that, everyone closed their books and Faith got up to lock the apartment door.
Faith: You guys might as well crash here. We’ll need to again in the morning.
As much as Xander hated doing research, he’d stay if he was needed. He and Oz nodded, accepting the invite. Buffy went to fetch extra pillows and blankets for the boys and Willow gently shook Tara’s shoulder, trying to wake the other girl.
Willow: Tara? Sweetie?
The blonde stirred, but didn’t wake. Instead, she shifted her position, pushing Willow against the side of the couch and snuggling closer. The redhead gigged quietly and Faith couldn’t help but smile.
Faith: Okay, it doesn’t look like you’re going to be moving from there.
Willow: It doesn’t, does it?
Buffy put a pillow and blanket next to the couch and Willow glanced at the guys.
Willow: Xander, Oz, you might as well take Tara’s bed.
Oz: You sure?
The redhead nodded and put the pillow behind her, moving again so she was resting against the arm of the sofa. She giggled again, as Tara tried to get closer to her, and parted her legs, stretching them out along the couch, so the blonde could lie comfortably in between them, resting her head on Willow’s chest. She sighed in her sleep and the redhead ran her fingers through her girlfriend’s blonde locks.
Faith: Wesley, there’s a pullout bed in Tara’s room. You can sleep there.
She looked at Spike.
Faith: You too, I guess. Unless you wanna leave.
Xander and Oz got up from where they were sitting.
Xander: Well, we’re gonna hit the hay.
Oz: See you in the morning.
They said goodnight and disappeared into Tara’s room. Buffy yawned again and Faith slipped the chain into place over the door.
Faith: I better go lie down before I fall down.
Willow grinned, as Faith walked up behind Buffy and wrapped her arms around the other girl’s middle.
Buffy: Me too.
Willow: Okay.
They both followed Xander’s cue and said goodnight, before heading into Faith’s bedroom. Wesley and Spike looked at each other and the blonde haired man hopped off of the table, where he’d been sitting for more of the night.
Spike: Don’t even think about it.
Wesley: What?
Spike: Sleeping with me.
He paused.
Spike: Next to me.
Wesley rolled his eyes, grabbing a pillow and blanket from the pile Buffy had brought in.
Wesley: Spike, I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last person on earth.
The Englishman made his was into Tara’s room. Spike, cocky as ever, grabbed the last pillow and followed him.
Spike: Oh, you know you want me.
Wesley: Yes, I’m sure. I just go weak at the knees whenever you’re around.
Spike: Damn right.
Willow smirked as they disappeared into the room, still talking, and closed the door behind them. She looked down at Tara, who had now moved herself practically completely on top of her, and smiled again, before pulling the blanket up and draping it over them. She kissed the blonde’s forehead and whispered to her.
Willow: I love you.
Willow closed her eyes, but opened them again when she heard Tara murmur a reply in her sleep.
Tara: Love you, too….
She closed her eyes once more and everything was silent again. Of course, as always, that didn’t last long, and Wesley could be heard shouting from the bedroom.
Wesley: Spike! Stop hogging the bloody blanket!
Spike: I’m not!
Wesley: Move over!
Spike: I’m on the edge as it is!
Wesley: You’re taking up most of the space!
Spike: Then sleep on the sodding floor!
Willow sighed.
This is gonna be a long night….------------------------------------------------------------
Thanks for reading!
~ Jen
I'd like to take a moment to talk about something that's happened lately. I'm also in love. It's a very special thing and I'm really rather proud of it. Yes, I'm in love with my own breasts. I feel no personal shame about this; in fact, I think this is the one. It's going to last. ~ Ruth
Edited by: Ginner WTluv at: 6/15/03 2:40 pm
by tinnakaren » Thu May 29, 2003 2:06 pm 
to all!
Thank you for the updates!
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