"Xander, what are you doing here?"
The person in question jumped, and reassembled himself just in time to see Buffy step out
of the shadows.
"Just out for a walk, Buffy. Needed some air."
"At night Xander? You know how dangerous that is."
"Yeah, I know." Xander ran his hand through his hair. "Or maybe I don't want to know,
or care, or something. I just have a bad feeling A very bad feeling."
Buffy looked concerned. "Xand, uh, we may have our differences, but you can tell me
anything, you know that."
"Yeah." Xander looked around, almost frantically. Decided on a direction and hurried
on.
"Xander," a confused Buffy rushed to catch up. "What's wrong."
He didn't answer, just darted up an alley, past two yards, and froze when he reached the
fourth.
A nondescript back yard. Nothing to distinguish it from the others on either side. Except
maybe the broken window on the second floor, the wheel chair suspended six feet up in the air,
with no visible means of support. The slumped figure on the ground beneath it.
"Xander what?"
Xander ignored her, moving quickly to the fallen figure.
"Is she?"
"Still alive." Xander did a quick examination. It almost scared him that he could do this
without thinking. "No broken bones, thin legs, my guess, she own the wheel chair up there."
"But how?"
"Christine Thaylor."
"Christina Thaylor, who's she." Buffy dropped her cell phone back into her bag, and
crouched beside Xander. "Who's she?"
"Remember Willow got her powers bound?"
"Yeah, so, some person saw her do some things that were, well, not right, and bound her
powers, what's that got to do with this?"
"Christina's the girl who bound her."
"What," Buffy's eyes flashed. "You said she put a spell on you, so you wouldn't
remember her name." The tone Buffy used told Xander that she was reserving judgement.
"She did, and I'm wondering why it is that I'm remembering."
"You think she did this?"
Xander glanced at the house. "I think she lives here." He glanced at the lady. "I think
this is her grandmother. I don't think she did this?" He glanced over at Buffy. "Where's
Willow?"
"Willow wouldn't do this," Buffy said heatedly, "You know that."
"When Christina cast the forgetting spell, she said that I wouldn't remember. But she was
worried about what Willow might do once she got her powers back. She said that if she detected
Willow using magic to find her, or do something, I'd remember, so I could help, or something."
An emergency vehicle screeched to a halt, and Xander and Buffy retreated to the shadows.
Willow frowned as she hurried to the Magic Box. She knew that Buffy and Xander would
be there, especially after last night, and she had to do something. They'd never understand that all
she wanted to do was scare the little bitch. Teach her to keep her nose clean. It wasn't her fault
that the old lady had been caught in her spell, and she wouldn't have fallen from the wheel chair if
she hadn't thrashed about like she did. Willow had caught her before she really hit the ground
hadn't she. It was an accident, pure and simple. Not that she expected either of them to accept
that. No they wouldn't, and what were they doing there anyway. She'd worry about that later.
What really hurt was the little bitch not being there anyway.
Arriving outside the shop, she plastered a smile on her face and entered. To find Anya
behind the counter, which was usual unless she thought you were going to actually purchase
something, and there were voices coming from the back. She couldn't really hear what they were
saying, or recognize the voices, but she couldn't take that chance. She headed past the counter,
ignoring Anya's puzzled look, and started formulating the spell in her mind.
"Forget," she shouted bursting into the back room. Xander and Buffy were standing,
having what looked to be a heated argument. He managed to catch Buffy, as her knees buckling
in the faint that preceded mind wiping. But why was he still on his feet, and why was he looking
at her that way.
Then she remembered. Xander had told them that the bitch had put a spell on him, or
given him a charm, that made him impervious to her magic. Something else she'd have to pay for.
But right now, her eyes widened, as she saw the anger in Xander's eyes. She stepped
back as he stepped closer and mouthed the word why.
"Because I had to," Willow cried. "For your own good."
"Our own good," Xander repeated. "How? Please explain it to me, cause I'm not getting
it. How was it for our good?"
Willow cringed at the pain just below the surface of his voice, but she was right to do
what she as doing. She knew she was right, and they'd forgive her when she was better able to
help them. She knew they would, but right now, she had to get out of here. Get away.
She turned and bolted up the corridor, and was brought down in a tackle that would have
made any football coach proud.
For a moment she couldn't believe that Xander had tackled her. Then Willow's senses
started registering things. The body sprawled accross hers was smaller, not man-like. Not
Xander...
AAAAAAAgh
Willow bucked, sending the smaller body flying off her, scrambled to her feet, spinning to
see..
That Little Bitch.
Who Was Going To Pay NOW.
Almost without thought the spell leapt to her mind, all that was needed was to speak the
words.
She did
And
Nothing.
Nothing happened. Willow was confused then she took a closer look at Christina. At
what she dangled in her hand.
And screamed.
The person in question jumped, and reassembled himself just in time to see Buffy step out
of the shadows.
"Just out for a walk, Buffy. Needed some air."
"At night Xander? You know how dangerous that is."
"Yeah, I know." Xander ran his hand through his hair. "Or maybe I don't want to know,
or care, or something. I just have a bad feeling A very bad feeling."
Buffy looked concerned. "Xand, uh, we may have our differences, but you can tell me
anything, you know that."
"Yeah." Xander looked around, almost frantically. Decided on a direction and hurried
on.
"Xander," a confused Buffy rushed to catch up. "What's wrong."
He didn't answer, just darted up an alley, past two yards, and froze when he reached the
fourth.
A nondescript back yard. Nothing to distinguish it from the others on either side. Except
maybe the broken window on the second floor, the wheel chair suspended six feet up in the air,
with no visible means of support. The slumped figure on the ground beneath it.
"Xander what?"
Xander ignored her, moving quickly to the fallen figure.
"Is she?"
"Still alive." Xander did a quick examination. It almost scared him that he could do this
without thinking. "No broken bones, thin legs, my guess, she own the wheel chair up there."
"But how?"
"Christine Thaylor."
"Christina Thaylor, who's she." Buffy dropped her cell phone back into her bag, and
crouched beside Xander. "Who's she?"
"Remember Willow got her powers bound?"
"Yeah, so, some person saw her do some things that were, well, not right, and bound her
powers, what's that got to do with this?"
"Christina's the girl who bound her."
"What," Buffy's eyes flashed. "You said she put a spell on you, so you wouldn't
remember her name." The tone Buffy used told Xander that she was reserving judgement.
"She did, and I'm wondering why it is that I'm remembering."
"You think she did this?"
Xander glanced at the house. "I think she lives here." He glanced at the lady. "I think
this is her grandmother. I don't think she did this?" He glanced over at Buffy. "Where's
Willow?"
"Willow wouldn't do this," Buffy said heatedly, "You know that."
"When Christina cast the forgetting spell, she said that I wouldn't remember. But she was
worried about what Willow might do once she got her powers back. She said that if she detected
Willow using magic to find her, or do something, I'd remember, so I could help, or something."
An emergency vehicle screeched to a halt, and Xander and Buffy retreated to the shadows.
Willow frowned as she hurried to the Magic Box. She knew that Buffy and Xander would
be there, especially after last night, and she had to do something. They'd never understand that all
she wanted to do was scare the little bitch. Teach her to keep her nose clean. It wasn't her fault
that the old lady had been caught in her spell, and she wouldn't have fallen from the wheel chair if
she hadn't thrashed about like she did. Willow had caught her before she really hit the ground
hadn't she. It was an accident, pure and simple. Not that she expected either of them to accept
that. No they wouldn't, and what were they doing there anyway. She'd worry about that later.
What really hurt was the little bitch not being there anyway.
Arriving outside the shop, she plastered a smile on her face and entered. To find Anya
behind the counter, which was usual unless she thought you were going to actually purchase
something, and there were voices coming from the back. She couldn't really hear what they were
saying, or recognize the voices, but she couldn't take that chance. She headed past the counter,
ignoring Anya's puzzled look, and started formulating the spell in her mind.
"Forget," she shouted bursting into the back room. Xander and Buffy were standing,
having what looked to be a heated argument. He managed to catch Buffy, as her knees buckling
in the faint that preceded mind wiping. But why was he still on his feet, and why was he looking
at her that way.
Then she remembered. Xander had told them that the bitch had put a spell on him, or
given him a charm, that made him impervious to her magic. Something else she'd have to pay for.
But right now, her eyes widened, as she saw the anger in Xander's eyes. She stepped
back as he stepped closer and mouthed the word why.
"Because I had to," Willow cried. "For your own good."
"Our own good," Xander repeated. "How? Please explain it to me, cause I'm not getting
it. How was it for our good?"
Willow cringed at the pain just below the surface of his voice, but she was right to do
what she as doing. She knew she was right, and they'd forgive her when she was better able to
help them. She knew they would, but right now, she had to get out of here. Get away.
She turned and bolted up the corridor, and was brought down in a tackle that would have
made any football coach proud.
For a moment she couldn't believe that Xander had tackled her. Then Willow's senses
started registering things. The body sprawled accross hers was smaller, not man-like. Not
Xander...
AAAAAAAgh
Willow bucked, sending the smaller body flying off her, scrambled to her feet, spinning to
see..
That Little Bitch.
Who Was Going To Pay NOW.
Almost without thought the spell leapt to her mind, all that was needed was to speak the
words.
She did
And
Nothing.
Nothing happened. Willow was confused then she took a closer look at Christina. At
what she dangled in her hand.
And screamed.