Heart S J Smith

Disclaimer: Not now, nor ever been, Joss Whedon.

A.N.: I think this has been done before. Read my lack of caring. Willow's talking and I'm just providing the fingers.

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I'm the heart of our little group.

No, really. I sat down one day, did a chart and everything. Told Xander.

Not surprised when he laughed. "What am I, the lungs?"

He stopped laughing when I pulled out the chart.

"See?" Point. "Giles is the brain. 'Cause, you know, really smart."

Still not laughing. Maybe he's taking me seriously. He's nodding. Maybe it's the glazed eye thing. He's not taking me seriously.

"Buffy is the hands, you know, for strength."

His mouth is doing interesting things now and I remember what it felt like to wonder what it would be like to have his mouth doing those interesting things on top of mine. And then I found out and my world got ripped to shreds, 'cause you can't have a boyfriend and a best friend who you kiss when no one's looking. 'Cause someone's always looking. But anyway.

"See, I'm here. I'm the heart."

"And I'm the...?"

"The skin, silly." I hug him with one arm and give up my brightest, bestest-bud smile. "'Cause you're the one who keeps us together."

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