Author's note: Thank you Monica Linam for playing Buffy to my Willow. Yadda
Yadda, I don't own any of these characters. PG-13 for later chapters
2:26 a.m. Willow's Diary Entry November 26, 2001
I have come up with a title for our diary, The Midnight Chronicles, sounds professional, even though it comes from a big computer nerd. I guess, being the romantic I am, I can chalk it up to the fact that my love and my muse is sitting next to me. I know. *1, 2, 3.awww!* But Tara is more than that I'm convinced that she's a goddess and was sent here for me. Here I am getting all mushy and Buffy is sitting in the corner rolling her eyes; sometimes she doesn't get it. Anyway back to the Chronicles, as you have noticed the diary entries arrive right around dawn and that's because the slayage kinda cuts into our sleeping hours. While Buffy was obsessing over her love life she didn't mention the rest of our friends. There's Giles, the ex-librarian and Buffy's ex-watcher, Xander, my first love who taught me what making out was supposed to sound like *inside joke, don't ask*, and my best friend since fetuses. Anya, Xander's fiancée and ex-vengeance demon, who is now reduced to capitalist money whore, and now that Tara has hit me very hard on my shoulder, which I'm sure will leave a bruise, I should mention that I love Anya, even through all of her faults.*happy now? Good!* Dawn, Buffy's sister who she already mentioned, is an important part of our group. She's smart, actually couldn't wait to get her hands on all the texts, until she realized how disturbing the pictures really are, believe me I know! Dawn also I believe has potential, I figure with a little more training she become the first non-genetically inherited watcher, since being a watcher is normally passed down through your family line. A slight nudge from Tara, my beautiful blond, tells me it's time to go to bed, so my final refrain is simply to live and love freely 'cause you never know when it can all end.
2:49 a.m. Buffy's Diary Entry November 26, 2001
Hey, me again. The Midnight Chronicles, sounds good to me, leave it to Willow to do all the brainy work. Today I talk about money, I need it, I want it, and I don't know how to get it. I know, just get a job, but slaying isn't really a 9 to 5 type of job, and with being in school part time I don't really have time for luxuries like sleep, home cooked meals and a steady paycheck. I tried working for Xander, but that didn't pan out, demons that turn into water and whatnot. Then I tried my hand as an employee at the Magic Box, and let's just say that Anya and the whole repeat with the same customer for like a few hours got tiring very quickly. So now I have no job and all that's left is a career at the Double Meat Palace, land of processed meat and bad fluorescent lighting. Giles gave me some money a little while ago but that's all gone. So, you try explaining to Dawn how last years styles can become this year's chic, but I wouldn't expect her to get what it's like having to go day to day relying on friends who don't have much money to spare in the first place. I guess that's all for tonight, so see ya tomorrow.
2:26 a.m. Willow's Diary Entry November 26, 2001
I have come up with a title for our diary, The Midnight Chronicles, sounds professional, even though it comes from a big computer nerd. I guess, being the romantic I am, I can chalk it up to the fact that my love and my muse is sitting next to me. I know. *1, 2, 3.awww!* But Tara is more than that I'm convinced that she's a goddess and was sent here for me. Here I am getting all mushy and Buffy is sitting in the corner rolling her eyes; sometimes she doesn't get it. Anyway back to the Chronicles, as you have noticed the diary entries arrive right around dawn and that's because the slayage kinda cuts into our sleeping hours. While Buffy was obsessing over her love life she didn't mention the rest of our friends. There's Giles, the ex-librarian and Buffy's ex-watcher, Xander, my first love who taught me what making out was supposed to sound like *inside joke, don't ask*, and my best friend since fetuses. Anya, Xander's fiancée and ex-vengeance demon, who is now reduced to capitalist money whore, and now that Tara has hit me very hard on my shoulder, which I'm sure will leave a bruise, I should mention that I love Anya, even through all of her faults.*happy now? Good!* Dawn, Buffy's sister who she already mentioned, is an important part of our group. She's smart, actually couldn't wait to get her hands on all the texts, until she realized how disturbing the pictures really are, believe me I know! Dawn also I believe has potential, I figure with a little more training she become the first non-genetically inherited watcher, since being a watcher is normally passed down through your family line. A slight nudge from Tara, my beautiful blond, tells me it's time to go to bed, so my final refrain is simply to live and love freely 'cause you never know when it can all end.
2:49 a.m. Buffy's Diary Entry November 26, 2001
Hey, me again. The Midnight Chronicles, sounds good to me, leave it to Willow to do all the brainy work. Today I talk about money, I need it, I want it, and I don't know how to get it. I know, just get a job, but slaying isn't really a 9 to 5 type of job, and with being in school part time I don't really have time for luxuries like sleep, home cooked meals and a steady paycheck. I tried working for Xander, but that didn't pan out, demons that turn into water and whatnot. Then I tried my hand as an employee at the Magic Box, and let's just say that Anya and the whole repeat with the same customer for like a few hours got tiring very quickly. So now I have no job and all that's left is a career at the Double Meat Palace, land of processed meat and bad fluorescent lighting. Giles gave me some money a little while ago but that's all gone. So, you try explaining to Dawn how last years styles can become this year's chic, but I wouldn't expect her to get what it's like having to go day to day relying on friends who don't have much money to spare in the first place. I guess that's all for tonight, so see ya tomorrow.