CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO BRAVO: BUFFY
A/N: I'm suffering from writer's block so apologies for the quality of this chapter.
:Friday, 13th October 2000:
Tara and I go directly for the tickle assault option. Willow wriggles and giggles, shrieks and squeaks as we visit our fingerly torments on her tender flesh . She's so adorably cute! After we've finished I congratulate myself on a question well dodged. Alas, it ain't necessarily so. Will and Tare exchange glances.
"Stop stalling, Buffy." Willow says with as much command as a breathless victim of a recent ticklefest can muster. "Get talkin'!"
"Yesterday, you said you'd tell me how becoming the Slayer changed you." Tara puts in. "Now's, you know, good."
"If I must." I grumble. Newly bossy Tara is gonna be a pain, I just know it. I also find her assertiveness... intriguing. "You've never met Cordelia, have you, Tare?" I ask her.
She shakes her head. "No, but Willow's described her. In exhaustive detail."
Will snorts. "She means I ranted." She turns to me. "And what does Cordelia have to do with anything?"
"You know that I used to be a lot like her, once." I tell them. "Actually, I was worse."
Willow's big hazel eyes widen hugely at this admission, threaten to engulf her face. "Worse?"
"Worse." I confirm. "I was sort of a cutprice Kathryn Mertuil."
"You mean like that chick in 'Cruel Intentions'?" asks Tara. Her aquamarine gaze is calming.
"Oh, my God, Buff!" exclaims Will. "You didn't! Not with Dawnie!" She looks very queasy all of a sudden.
"Huh?" I then realize what she's getting at here. EW! "No! Whole leaves and forests, rivers and oceans, mountains and continents, moons and galaxies of NO!"
"Oh." Willow looks decidedly relieved and less panicked. Comparing myself unfavorably with Cordy was not perhaps the best tack to take with Will.