The 12th Holder- Time for Action

When we last left our Scoobies, Xander had googly eyes for Juliet and Giles' still hasn't figured it out, Spike knows his British Literature well enough to be Dawn's substitute teacher and can dance in the sunlight again, and Anya is jonesing for Spike. Doesn't the Hell mouth ever have a calm day?

Anya laughed as she looked in the mirror. She knew she didn't have black clothes for nothing. Clad in a knee length leather skirt, high heeled, thigh high boots, and a button up shirt revealing her perky breasts could hold themselves up, Anya knew she was gorgeous. Patting her firm boobs, she grinned, "Time to go, girls."

"Something's wrong, I know it." Giles stared at Juliet, as they lay breathlessly next to each other in bed. "Nothing is wrong, darling. I swear to you." "Then why are you acting guilty?" "I am not." "You have been since yesterday. Something is wrong." "Promise you won't get mad?" "Promise." She took a deep breath, "Xander kissed me the other night." "I see." "You're not yelling. I suspect you're not mad at me then?" "No, I am not." Rupert stood up and walked over to his pile of clothes on the floor. Without saying anything to Juliet, he began to dress himself. "Why are you getting dressed? Are you going somewhere?" "I'm going to talk to Xander." "Listen, it was a blind act. I was wounded, he was probably feeling masculine, and I don't know if he actually has any feelings for me." "Do you have feelings for him?" "Of course I don't! Why would I? I could be him great-great grandmother five times over!" "Are you serious?" he leaned in and looked her in the eyes, "If he offered you the chance to be with him, would you take it?" "No. I wouldn't. I love you." "Alright then," Giles turned around and put on his shirt, "I'm still going to talk to him, though." "Then I'm going with you." "No. This is between Xander and myself. Just go to sleep." "Rupert." He waved his hand over her face, "Sleep." Obediently, she laid back and shut her eyes. Satisfied that she was asleep, he put on his shoes, and walked out of the bedroom. Anya entered the dark, dingy, dusty tomb half expecting it to be clean. But, alas, it wasn't; it was it's usual self. "A visitor? I wonder what I did," Spike snarled as he approached her. "Nothing. But you can do something." "Only if I get a reward." "Oh, you've done it before. And, if I recall, you liked the reward." "Then what is it, pet?" Anya pulled Spike into a fierce kiss. While they locked lips, she pushed him on the floor. "I see," he growled, "I think I will like the reward."

Hell hath no fury like a man whose friend kissed his girlfriend, Giles thought. After all he and Xander had been through, he at least should've had the decency not to touch the woman he was having relations with! Waving his hand over the door knob, Giles let himself into the house. Xander had already heard him approaching from outside and was up. "Hey Giles. Did something happen?" "Yes. Something did happen." Grabbing Xander by the collar of his blue pajamas, "If you even consider kissing her again, I will take her away from here. I know every one wants me to stay, but if you dare touch Juliet again, we're going back to England." Xander gulped, "So I can watch from afar?" "Go ahead, but, if you act upon those urges, she and I are gone." After putting Xander down, Giles turned around and left, slamming the door behind him. "Damn," he said, and fell back onto his couch.

Buffy watched as Willow read "The Pickwick Papers," the novel she was assigned in her English class. How she longed to be back in college. She assumed that she would let back in, her grades were decent, but after being turned down, that option wasn't quite so easy. "Hey, Will, how's the book?"

"I'm not a fan of Dickens, but it's actually really good. You should read it sometime." "I'll try to." Sighing, Buffy got up and walked upstairs. The light in Dawn's room was still on, and when Buffy peeked in, she was groaning about math homework. It sounded weird to her, but she knew deep down inside, that she missed doing homework, and she missed school. It was time to take some action.