A/N: Thank you so much for all your replies to my Buffy/Bill question! Responses were unanimously 'yes' - which gives me something to think about, since the responses were much more mixed on another site.
Buffy woke up the next morning with her stomach tied in knots. As anxious as she was to find out what happened to her strength and Willow's magic, she also dreaded it. A million worst case scenarios were running through her head before she even got out of bed.
Before she could get too doom and gloom, however, there was a knock on the door. For the next fifteen minutes, she was caught up in a whirlwind of Weasleys.
It started with Mrs. Weasley, who not only brought enough towels and toiletries to bathe a small country, but also Buffy's clothes, which had been cleaned to the point where they looked brand new. Next came Hermione, who had somehow magically jury rigged a hair dryer for her. As if her first real blowout in days wasn't enough, she also brought some mascara and lip gloss. The last in the parade was Angelina. In addition to one last check up the Healer gave Buffy a long list of symptoms to look for and making her promise to keep in touch for the next few days.
Buffy felt like Dorothy in the Emerald City. There was no other way to describe it. She soon discovered that her time in the merry old land of Weasley wasn't over yet, either. By the time she made it downstairs, looking all clean and spiffy with Winnie in hand, Molly was in the midst of preparing a feast for breakfast, as Hermione sat in the midst of all the bowls and plates, writing up a storm. While Buffy had no idea what she working on, she caught the words 'slayer' and 'sword' multiple times.
The Weasley men weren't idle, either. Arthur and Bill were deep in discussion over the best route to the coven - because apparently flying was their only option, as Nora had nixed the 'Floo' - and Ron, who she still hadn't even met, was out in the shed, checking the brooms over. Charlie and George, meanwhile, were working on something in the living room.
It was chaotic and surreal and... kind of familiar. It was like the old times in the library, family style. Maybe that's why, for the first time in a long while, the thought of working in a group didn't make her want to run screaming for the hills. In fact, she was actually disappointed when Molly announced that breakfast was ready a moment later, sending everyone scrambling for their seats.
Soon, all the Weasleys were all smooshed around the table, which, between people and food, was practically bursting at the seams. Buffy, who had purposefully hung back so she wouldn't take someone's spot, surveyed the open seats; one between Arthur and Hermione, and one between Charlie and George.
After setting Winnie on the counter, Buffy sat down next to Hermione.
Charlie immediately gave her a wounded puppy dog face, but Buffy just rolled her eyes. He liked to lay it on pretty thick when he had an audience, but it was all smoke and mirrors - and they both knew it. He had the perfect opportunity to do some serious flirting when it had been just the two of them going over the map, but she could've been naked for all he cared - until Bill had come in.
The only real question was whether he was doing it to needle Bill or their mother, because it obviously made them equally unhappy, even now.
Thankfully, before the tension could ratchet up too much, Ron came in and sat in the remaining chair; after a quick introduction, the focus turned to the food.
Considering how busy it had been just a few minutes ago, breakfast was very subdued. Buffy herself couldn't talk because she was too busy stuffing her face. She normally didn't eat like that - she was more a yogurt and cereal girl - but the past few days had taken a lot of out of her. It didn't hurt that Molly kept heaping food on her plate. Between her and Hermione, they managed to polish off most of the food.
Molly looked at the girls proudly. "I never thought I'd see the day when my boys got out eaten."
"Hey now," George objected. "I would've gone for more bacon, but I was afraid one of them would mistake my hand for food."
That earned him a kick under the table from Angelina and a glare from his mother. Mostly everyone else just ignored him. Only Ron dared to laugh, but at Hermione's look, he wisely crammed all of his eggs in his mouth, preventing him from making so much as a peep.
Crisis averted, Arthur looked at Buffy. "So, er, what are you plans after you visit the coven?"
Buffy bit her lip. It was a valid question, but she had no clue how to answer it. She was still trying to wrap her head around the situation itself. If Bill had suggested it just a day or two ago, she would have shot him down. Besides needing him for his magical knowledge, though, the guy had her back - even with his own family.
"I don't know," Bill jumped in. "We're back at square one in many ways, waiting for Greyback to make a move - except for the moon. It will be full in a few days, and I'm guessing we'll hear from him then."
Buffy nodded in agreement. She had been thinking along the same lines - which was why they needed to find him first.
Bill's family took a moment to absorb this and what it meant.
Hermione was the first to speak. "What can we do?"
"Right now, until we can get the Ministry to get its head out of its arse? Be on guard, always let someone know where you are. No one should travel alone, either, if it can be helped. I hope you have a bit of time saved up from the reserve," Bill said to his brother. He looked at the clock. "We should go."
Buffy nodded. As much as the Weasleys had grown on her, she was eager to go. She quickly stood and grabbed Winnie off the counter behind her. When she turned back, all the Weasleys had crowded around Bill. She stood back, thinking that this was a moment for family, but Hermione had other ideas.
She held out the piece of paper with her notes. "I've compiled a list of the most pertinent information I've found regarding slayers and potential interactions with magic and wands, as well as some questions you may want to ask the head of the coven. I'm afraid I haven't made nearly as much progress with Carnwennan. The runes are being particularly troublesome, which, I have to say, aside from being extremely annoying, makes me think that they're in some sort of code."
Buffy took the paper. "Thank you."
"And here's something to store it in."
Buffy looked up to see George and Charlie standing in front of her, With Charlie's backpack between them. It used to be his, anyway. It looked a lot smaller.
"Transfigured to your size with a place for your sword. We heard you needed a new one, and you most certainly cannot go walking around like that," Charlie said, looking down at Winnie's bare blade.
"It's magically enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm, too, so it can hold a lot more than you'd think, including as assortment of goodies, compliments of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes that might help in a pinch," George said. "As sort of a peace offering?"
Buffy's eyes lit up. She took the backpack from Charlie and slid Winnie into the makeshift scabbard. "Accepted. For the bacon comment," she said. "I still owe you one for trying to play doctor."
George opened his mouth to protest, but his mother cut in, pulling Buffy to the side.
"I don't like the idea of you doing this alone. Do keep in touch. And be careful," she said with watery smile.
Buffy steadily met her gaze. "He'll be okay. I'll make sure of it."
Molly straightened up. "That goes for the both of you," she said firmly. "You are always welcome here, Buffy, and I hope to see you again, even after this mess has been sorted out."
It was heartfelt and it meant a lot to Buffy, especially since she knew Molly had reservations about her. Impulsively, Buffy hugged her. Though Molly was surprised at first, it didn't take long for her to return the gesture.
"Notice how the rest of us didn't get hugs?" Charlie said loudly.
"Yeah, what's that all about?" George chimed in.
Bill shrugged. "If you insist."
Then, without missing a beat, he grabbed George and Charlie in a half-hug, half-grappling move. The three brothers wrestled for a minute before Bill finally broke away, grinning from ear to ear.
As the laughter died down, the mood grew grim. There was nothing left to say but their goodbyes.
It was more difficult than Buffy expected. Her footsteps were heavy as she and Bill walked out the door. By the time they made it to the shed, she felt like her feet were encased in cement, as all her anxiety returned full force.
The broom did nothing to help.
Buffy eyed the flimsy stick in front of her, wondering how it would support the two of them, how the heck she sat on it without falling off-
"You'll want to put this on."
Startled, she looked up to see Bill holding a long, billowy black cloak.
Buffy quirked her eyebrow. "To keep warm up there, or because you guys really like to keep up stereotypes?"
Bill gave her a wry smile. "It's spelled with a Disillusionment Charm, so people won't see us when we're flying."
That made sense. Mostly. It didn't look like he had one for himself, though.
"What about you?"
"I cast the charm on myself and the broom. I didn't think you'd want a spell directly on you," he explained.
Buffy shivered at the thought, and without any more questions, took the cloak from him and fastened it on. It must have been sized just for her, because the hem just barely grazed the ground.
"Your turn."
Buffy looked up in surprise. While she had been looking over her ensemble, Bill had gotten on the broom and was now looking at her expectantly.
Swallowing her doubts, Buffy took a deep breath and sat on the broomstick behind him. It was surprisingly comfortable. Before she could really get used to it, though, Bill looked over his shoulder.
"Hold on," he advised. "I'm going to lift us up a few metres so you can get a feel for it."
Buffy put her arms around him. By the way he immediately stiffened under her touch, it was obviously an uncomfortable situation for him. Feeling more than a little awkward herself, she vowed to keep as loose a grip as possible. Then he kicked off the ground, and all bets went out the window as she clung to his back for dear life.
"Remember, if you crush my ribs, I won't be able to fly," Bill wheezed.
Buffy automatically let up - the tiniest bit. She wasn't up to full strength yet, so she wasn't too worried about doing major damage. At least, not enough to outweigh her fear of plummeting to her death hundreds of feet up in the air.
"Are you ready?" Bill called back to her.
Buffy took a deep breath. "As I'll ever be."
If Buffy still had major reservations about magic, they literally flew away in the trip to Devon.
It was easily one of the top ten experiences of her life. Cutting through the air, diving below the clouds, feeling the wind in her hair. She was Princess Jasmine and Rose from Titanic rolled into one - and she didn't care if it made her the biggest dork ever. She didn't even care if Bill knew, which, from the laughter she could feel rumbling in chest as she held on to him, he clearly did.
Seriously, she could've stayed up there forever, feeling so light and so… free. As much as she needed to see Nora and Willow, she was actually disappointed when she spotted the familiar outline of the coven house. Way before she was ready, they landed in front of the house.
With a sigh, Buffy put her feet back on the ground - figuratively and literally - and hopped off the broom. Before Bill could follow suit, the front door opened and a small, roly poly woman came out of the house.
"Hullo there! I'm Maris Figg, and - As I live and breathe, it really is Bill Weasley!" she exclaimed as she rushed toward them, only stopping when she was less than an arm's length away from Bill. "I'm so sorry, Nora meant to welcome you herself, but both she and Willow have been detained. They're just about done, but Nora asked me to fetch you."
Bill picked up the broom and tucked it under his arm. "Thank you-" he began, but Maris wasn't done.
She also made no attempt to take them to Nora. Focusing solely on Bill once again, she just stood there, gazing up at him in open admiration.
"It is an honor to meet you! I've heard all about you and your family, of course. But then who hasn't? Your family's contribution to the war was enormous. Terribly sorry about your brother, Fred. And George as well. I can't imagine how he's holding up. To lose both your twin and your ear," she clucked. "But what am I saying! You yourself had no small tragedy. What that scoundrel did to you was criminal…"
Buffy fought the urge to throttle the woman. She knew Maris meant well - and she confirmed what Buffy had suspected - but her insensitivity was mind-boggling.
Squeezing herself in between them in a way that couldn't be ignored, Buffy gave the woman her best blonde smile. "I would've kicked myself if I let him get away without knowing who he is."
"Maris? You must be the person Willow spoke to! Thank you so much for giving me the scoop on Bill," she said.
She could practically feel Bill's eyes burning into the back of her head at this tidbit, but she resolutely ignored him.
Maris blinked at first, completely caught off guard. Soon she was all smiles, though. "Oh, it was the least I could do," she gushed. "Willow only asked if I had heard of that nasty fellow Greyback, and so of course I had to tell her your story, Bill. If I had only known why she was asking! He and his family are a credit to the Wizarding World, though I'm sure he's much too modest to tell you that."
It took all of Buffy's power to keep a straight face. "Yeah, it's like I met Mother Teresa herself… which is why I can't wait for him to meet Willow. And Nora, of course."
"Oh yes. They're eager to meet you as well," Maris said. As if she suddenly remembered her task, she began walking toward the house while continuing to chatter. "Arabella won't believe me when I tell her you were visiting here, though I'm tempted not to tell her at all. She was so tight lipped about Harry Potter, particularly after that Dementor business, despite…"
As Bill and Buffy fell into step behind her, Bill leaned in close.
"If this is where you got your information about me, it's a wonder you didn't shoot me on sight," he whispered.
Buffy smirked. "And deprive the world of your awe-inspiring light?"
Bill let out a guffaw, which he quickly covered with a cough. Still, it drew Maris' attention.
"Listen to me, prattling on, when it would be much more interesting to hear how you two met," she said, as she pulled the front door open. "It's not very often we fraternize with witches across the pond, is it now?"
Buffy tripped over the threshold at this last part. Maris was too busy looking up at Bill to notice; he, thankfully, was not as preoccupied, his reflexes kicking in just in time to grab her by the elbow and save her from an embarrassing face plant.
She was completely justified in her clumsiness, though. She had just assumed the whole coven knew she was the slayer. It wasn't as if this was their first dealing with them, and Nora obviously knew.
Clearly this wasn't the case, but she wasn't going to question it. When it came to Maris, she got the sense that vagueness was her friend.
With that in mind, she phrased her reply carefully. "We ran into each other, and what can I say? There was a connection, and the rest was history."
Buffy was pretty pleased with herself. Everything she said was true. They did run into each other - literally. And they made a connection when her fist met Bill's face.
All of this went over Maris' head, of course. "And now you're here. Together," the witch said as she looked at them lingeringly, her gaze straying to where Bill was still holding onto Buffy's arm. "How lovely."
Buffy knew what Maris was insinuating, and it made her uncomfortable; Bill, too, as his hand immediately dropped away. She was pretty sure that anything she said would probably fall on deaf ears, though, so she didn't even try. Her only consolation was that Bill's ex might get wind of the gossip.
She hadn't forgotten what she had overheard back at the Burrow; Bill was hung up on the werewolf thing, partly because he had been scorned by some narrow-minded woman. If there was one thing Buffy knew, it was that nothing burned more than hearing that your ex had moved on - whether it was true or not.
Maris continued to look at them speculatively as she led them across the foyer. Luckily, she only walked to the nearest door on the left before she came to a stop.
"This is where I take my leave," she said, looking disappointed. "You will come round for tea afterward, won't you?"
"Er, we'll try our best," Bill said.
That perked her up. Maris beamed at him. "Wonderful," she exclaimed. Then she lifted her hand and knocked.
The door immediately swung opening, revealing Nora, Willow, and a few other women Buffy didn't recognize seated behind a table. At the sight of the new guests, the others quickly exited, nodding politely to Buffy and Bill as they passed.
Buffy took a deep breath and began walking towards the remaining two. It was the moment of truth, and she was nervous.
Sensing this, Bill gave her a playful nudge. "You've faced down a Swedish Short Snout. This can't possibly be worse," he murmured.
Buffy made a face. "You haven't met Nora yet."
This elicited a chuckle, and Buffy found herself grinning in response. She was still smiling when they finally stood in front of Willow and Nora.
She was surprised to see Willow's eyebrows practically in her hairline as she looked pointedly at Bill before skewering Buffy with a 'we need to talk' look.
Irritated, Buffy immediately returned it with her own 'yes we do, but not about what you think' look, which made Willow pale. Satisfied by the reaction, she then launched into her adventures with the sword.
As she spoke, Willow's eyes grew rounder and rounder. Nora, on the other hand, looked as though Buffy were reciting the alphabet - poorly. Still, she was undeterred, making sure she didn't leave out a single detail. She didn't go as far as pulling out Hermione's notes, but she paraphrased freely. By the time she was done, she actually felt a little winded.
"Wow, Buff. I'm impressed," Willow blurted out.
"I can't take credit. I found the Willow of the Wizardy World," Buffy admitted. Then she looked at Nora. "Do you have any idea what happened? You know, so I know what not to do next time?"
But Nora said nothing, her lips pursed in thought as she looked at Buffy. After a few long minutes, she held out her hand.
"May I see the sword?"
Buffy did as she was asked, though it was a little reluctantly. She didn't love seeing Winnie in someone else's hands, even though she knew why Nora needed it. She definitely felt a sense of relief when it was handed back to her a few minutes later.
"I do not know what occurred," Nora said stiffly. "Carnwennan has never behaved in that manner before, at least since we gained possession of it. Legends, however, hint that it has the ability to act as a lightning rod of sorts; hence the design on the blade. Likewise, the smoky quartz is said to remove negativity and provide both physical and psychic protection, which is why I thought it might be useful to you."
"What about the runes? What do they say?" Buffy asked.
Nora frowned. "The runes are undecipherable. Many have tried to translate them and failed. Perhaps only Merlin himself knew - and will ever know - their meaning."
Beside her, she heard Bill stifle a snort. "You don't know Hermione," he muttered.
Buffy ignored him, though secretly she hoped he was right. "So there's no reason why my strength and healing have been impacted?"
Nora shook her head. "No, not to my knowledge. I would not have given Carnwennan to your keeping if I thought that was a possibility," she said, again as if it pained her to admit she had made a mistake. Then with a sniff of disdain, she added, "Of course, I did not think you would be so foolish as to touch a wizard's wand, either."
Buffy narrowed her eyes at Nora's jibe. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw both Willow and Bill jump to attention. Bill was just a tad faster.
"There's a wand joke in there that my brothers are dying to make," he said dryly.
Though she glared at him, Buffy felt her mouth quirk in humor despite herself. By the time she looked back at Nora, the head of the coven had gotten to her feet, clearly done with the conversation. "I regret that I have no more answers for you. I will, however, consult the coven annals to see what they might yield," she said.
With that, she swept by Buffy and Bill without a single glance or word of goodbye. When she reached the doorway, however, she paused and turned back.
"If I had known how powerful Carnwennan could be, I would never have given it to you."
Buffy frowned. She gave Nora two points for honesty, but geez, the woman didn't pull any punches. It also sounded like she wanted Winnie back, and it did not make Buffy happy.
She must have been broadcasting her emotions because Nora shook her head.
"It was given as a gift," she replied. Then she gave Buffy a measured look. "Nor would I take it when you have bonded so deeply with it."
With that, she was gone.
Buffy blew out a breath of frustration. The first part of her mission was a total failure. She was no closer to figuring out what happened than she was before. Now she was even questioning if Winnie was a liability, at least until she knew what she was in for. She also got the distinct impression Nora had given her the brush off - in the whole ten minutes she had given her.
Buffy only hoped part two went a little better. Speaking of which… she turned back toward Willow, who was suddenly acting very skittish.
"We need to talk." Buffy's tone left no question that it was about something serious.
"Um, sure," Willow replied. "Maybe after you catch Greyback you can come back here and we can hang for a bit? Ooh, I know! We can go into town and-"
"Now," Buffy cut in. She looked at Bill apologetically. "Alone."
Willow brightened at this, a glimmer of triumph in her eyes. "Sorry, Buff. Guests can't be left alone. Coven rules. Besides, you guys just got here. I've got a ton of questions for you both."
Buffy narrowed her eyes. She really didn't want to talk about this in front of Bill, and Willow was obviously counting on that. What she didn't know was that this conversation was happening, no matter what.
Bill must have read the situation for what it was, because he cleared his throat. Loudly. "Er, I'm absolutely parched. I think I'll take Maris up on that tea."
Buffy beamed at him. Helping her out was one thing. Taking a major one for the team in the form of Maris was downright heroic. Even if was partly done to get out the middle of this battle of wills.
Knowing when she had been beat, Willow slumped her shoulders in defeat.
"Come on, she's probably in the kitchen, with the water halfway to boiling already on the off chance you'll walk by," she said grumpily. "Buffy, you and I can go for a walk outside after that."
One quick trip down a twist of corridors later - at which point Bill marched into the kitchen like a soldier going into the trenches - Buffy and Willow were alone. Buffy didn't say a word until they stepped outside, not even when they made a quick detour to Willow's room so she could drop off her backpack. As soon as her foot hit the grass, however, it was no holds barred.
"What's the deal with the Activation Spell? Are you the battery to its Energizer Bunny? Is that why you don't have your powers back yet?"
Willow gaped at her for a moment before she managed to recovered. "Honestly, Buffy, the next time you try to claim you're just the brawn and not the brains, I'm going to whack you over the head."
"So I'm right?"
"Mostly. It's a little more complicated than that. The Guardians were smart ladies. They put safeguards on the Scythe, protecting it from corruption by any outside source. When I performed the Activation Spell…" Willow shrugged. "Well, it's a good thing I didn't try anything that was even remotely dark. As it is, there's a kind of quid pro quo thing going on where it's attached itself to me and my magic and won't let go."
She said it like it was no big. But she also wouldn't look Buffy in the eye, focusing instead on her hand as she trailed it across the outer stone wall of the house.
Buffy narrowed her eyes. "There's more to it than that, isn't there?"
The hand on the wall faltered, and reluctantly, Willow met her gaze. "If I can't break free, there's a chance it will kill me," she admitted. Seeing Buffy's reaction, she quickly added, "But don't worry! The coven found a way to sever the connection without damaging the Activation Spell, and well, me."
Buffy frowned. "You won't get your magic back that way, will you?" she asked. "Can you just break the spell outright?"
"Yes, but it would be too risky to try the Activation Spell again. The Scythe really doesn't like anyone messing with it. So that leaves us with Option One," Willow said. Before Buffy could protest, she added, "This isn't up for discussion, Buffy. We all agreed to the Activation Spell, and it's a done deal as far as the minis are concerned. I'm just making sure it sticks. Besides, it's my magic, my choice. And one Wicca compared to hundreds of slayers is a no brainer."
By the stubborn look that settled over Willow's face, Buffy knew this wasn't a battle she was going to win. Her guilt wouldn't allow her to give in without a fight, though; even if it meant grasping at straws.
"What does Giles think about this?" she asked, thinking that if anyone could find the flaws in the plan, it would be him. Then it hit her. "You haven't told him, have you? What happened to the whole decision by committee thing?"
She tried to keep the bitterness from her voice. She didn't want to dredge up the past, especially with Willow, but the whole thing still stung - though it did make her feel marginally better that she wasn't the only one being kept in the dark.
Though Willow flinched, she didn't back down.
"I will, I promise," she said. At Buffy's pointed look, she rolled her eyes. "Before I do the spell."
"Good. I'll stay here until then, just to make sure you're okay."
Willow was shaking her head before Buffy even finished speaking. "No. You can't. It's way too dangerous for non-coven, and that goes double for you, especially now."
She had an answer for everything, and it was annoying.
Buffy threw her hands up in frustration. "How are you so calm about this?"
Willow snorted. "Believe me, Buffy, this zen-ness of mine is fresh out of the box. I gave Angel a run for his money in the brooding department for awhile there. Besides, there's still a chance I can get my magic back. And okay, it's microscopic, but it's there."
"So that's it then?" Buffy asked. "No discussion? No changing your mind?"
Willow gave her a measured look. "I'm surprised you're fighting me on this, Buffy. I thought you of all people would support me."
Buffy felt a lump form in her throat. "I want to, and that's exactly why I can't. What if it's for the wrong reasons, selfish ones that could give a rat's ass about the greater good? I can't trust that I'm not letting my own feelings of not wanting to be the Slayer get in the way."
She felt guilty even just thinking it, let alone saying it aloud, but Willow deserved to know the truth.
Willow linked her arms with her and squeezed. "Anyone in your position would feel the same way. The Shadow Men were jerks who set up the suckiest system in the world," she reasoned. "I know you don't want to be the Slayer, but what about being a slayer? Is it really so bad?"
Buffy quirked her eyebrow. "Running across an entire ocean to escape isn't exactly a ringing endorsement, is it?"
It was the easy answer, one she could hide behind. She had been struggling with the same exact issue herself ever she first caught wind of Greyback. Knowing in her heart and knowing in her mind were two very different things, though. And saying it out loud brought it to a whole new level.
Willow, of course, wouldn't let her off the hook so easily. "There were very specific reasons for that. Besides, I think we've already covered how not convincing your retirement's been," she pointed out.
Buffy shook her head, her agitation - and her voice - rising with every step.
"Only because I feel sense of obligation, this... This pathological need to slay. Seriously, do you really think I like being around werewolves and magic? Because let me tell you, there is nothing remotely enjoyable about any of this."
She said it to convince herself as much as Willow. The problem was neither of them really believed it. The only person who did was Bill.
She hadn't noticed, but they had walked all the way around to the back of the house. As soon as the words left her mouth, she heard the sound of someone coughing and spluttering. When she looked up, she saw Bill, sitting in the kitchen window a good 50 feet or so away, his eyes locked on hers as he put down his tea cup.
He looked as though he had been punched in the gut. Then he bolted.
"Crap, crap, crap!" Buffy exclaimed. She turned toward Willow, who had no idea what was going on. "I'll be right back."
Then, without any further explanation, she sprinted around the house toward the front door.
By the time she reached it, Bill was already coming out. To her relief, he didn't have his broom or his wand out. He was, however, striding away from the house toward the edges of the property.
"Bill, wait! Let me explain!" she called out.
Bill stopped. Instead of being angry like she thought, he looked hurt.
"You don't owe me any explanations, Buffy," he said quietly. "Just tell me this, when you were telling me that I needed to accept who I am, did you believe a word of what you were saying, or were you just completely full of shite?"
Stunned, Buffy didn't know what to say.
Without another word, Bill walked away.
A/N: Reviews are lovely and often give the muse a much needed push. :)
