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Please, please review it!! It makes me so happy to get a review!!
I don't watch Angel regularly, so I can't really judge what's happening in Angel at the same time this story is set. So, there is no Connor, Wesley and Angel are still talking etc...There is no Cordy/Angel stuff, because it's just WRONG! Fred and Gunn are together, but Groo isn't in it.
There was a cracking sound as the phone was slammed down.
"Oops." Xander said.
"Where the hell is he?" Willow asked, annoyed.
Willow sat on the sofa in Buffy's living room, Tara by her side. It had been four days since the shooting and Tara had been released from hospital that morning.
Just looking at her, she appeared to be fine. A huge bandage around her chest the only reminder of the near-fatal shooting. She was in a lot of pain, although she didn't admit it. Willow kept offering to heal her with magic, but Tara refused. Much to Tara's annoyance Willow had started using magic again, although not so much in front of her. She didn't have the heart to leave her again. She loved her so much, she couldn't go through it again.
"I think I broke the phone." Xander muttered.
Willow groaned, "Now we will never get hold of Giles."
Tara took Willow's hand. "Of course we will sweetie. He's just busy, probably gone on a weekend away with Olivia."
Xander nodded in agreement.
"What is Buffy never wakes up?" Willow asked, her eyes filling with tears.
"Is there anyone else that could help us, other than Giles?" Tara suggested.
"She's going to stay in a coma forever and it's all my fault!" Willow wailed.
Tara put her arm around her upset girlfriend, ignoring the pain shooting through the now closed, but still very painful, wound in her chest.
Buffy hadn't woken since Willow first healed her. They had tried everything, talking to her, shouting, pouring cold water over her, pleading. Nothing had worked. She lay in her bedroom where she had been for the last three days.
Xander flopped down on the armchair.
"I don't know." he said, in response to Tara.
They all sat in deep thought.
"Giles is the only one that knows about this kind of thing." Xander stated.
"No he's not!" Willow said suddenly, wiping the tears from her eyes, "Wesley."
Tara smiled, "See," she paused before adding, "who?"
"Buffy's second watcher," Xander explained, "she fired him when he wouldn't help her find a cure for Angel."
"A cure?" she inquired.
"Faith, the other Slayer, shot him with poison. The Watcher's council knew the cure but wouldn't help her."
"I'll give him a ring." Xander said, reaching for the telephone.
"Oh shit!" he cursed, remembering the phone was dead.
The sound of a key in a lock was heard, then the front door burst open.
"Is she awake?" Dawn called, always her first question when she saw Xander or Willow.
"No." Xander shouted back.
Dawn came through the door and stopped when she saw Tara. "Oh my god!" she shrieked.
She ran up to Tara and flung her arms around her.
Tara bit her lip and ignored the pain surging through her.
Willow let out a cry, before turning to face Tara.
Dawn let go and stepped back, realising she had hurt her.
"Willow?" Tara said.
Willow placed her hand on Tara's chest. "No magic." Tara protested trying to pull away.
Willow muttered something inaudible.
Tara felt a surge of power go through her.
"Better?" Willow asked hopefully.
Tara nodded, before getting up and walking out.
Willow sighed. "I could feel her pain. My soul could feel her physical pain."
"That's so sweet!" Dawn chirped.
"Don't you ever learn?" Xander asked Willow angrily, before following Tara.
Tara sat down heavily on a kitchen stool. She lay her head on the table and tried to stop her tears.
"Are you alright?" Xander asked softly.
He gently put his arm over her hunched shoulders. She stood up and turned to him.
"I can't stop her Xander! What can I do?" she leaned against him and cried into his chest.
"Shh..." he whispered, slowly rocking her in comfort.
After a few minutes she pulled away.
"She needs help." Tara stated as she wiped her tears away.
"I'll ring Wesley. See what he says. He might be able to help her."
He left Tara in the kitchen and ran up the stairs. He got the cordless phone out of Willow's bedroom and then went into Buffy's bedroom.
She still lay in the exactly the same position as she had been the last time he had checked in on her.
Her hair was platted either side of her face, courtesy of Dawn. She was now in a clean pale blue nightgown. She still had no colour on her face though.
He found her address book on her dresser and flicked it open to 'A.'
Angel Investigation's was the first one listed.
It rang three times before a male voice answered.
"Angel Investigations. We help the helpless." Angel's voice answered.
"Angel. It's Xander, is Wesley there?"
"Yeah. What's wrong? Is Buffy ok?" Angel asked, his voice worried.
"It's hard to explain. I need to speak to Wesley." Xander said again.
"Wesley!" Angel yelled.
There was the sound of muttering, then the sound of somebody clearing their throat.
"Hello, Wesley speaking."
"Hey Wesley. We need your help."
To be continued...
Please, please review it!! It makes me so happy to get a review!!
I don't watch Angel regularly, so I can't really judge what's happening in Angel at the same time this story is set. So, there is no Connor, Wesley and Angel are still talking etc...There is no Cordy/Angel stuff, because it's just WRONG! Fred and Gunn are together, but Groo isn't in it.
There was a cracking sound as the phone was slammed down.
"Oops." Xander said.
"Where the hell is he?" Willow asked, annoyed.
Willow sat on the sofa in Buffy's living room, Tara by her side. It had been four days since the shooting and Tara had been released from hospital that morning.
Just looking at her, she appeared to be fine. A huge bandage around her chest the only reminder of the near-fatal shooting. She was in a lot of pain, although she didn't admit it. Willow kept offering to heal her with magic, but Tara refused. Much to Tara's annoyance Willow had started using magic again, although not so much in front of her. She didn't have the heart to leave her again. She loved her so much, she couldn't go through it again.
"I think I broke the phone." Xander muttered.
Willow groaned, "Now we will never get hold of Giles."
Tara took Willow's hand. "Of course we will sweetie. He's just busy, probably gone on a weekend away with Olivia."
Xander nodded in agreement.
"What is Buffy never wakes up?" Willow asked, her eyes filling with tears.
"Is there anyone else that could help us, other than Giles?" Tara suggested.
"She's going to stay in a coma forever and it's all my fault!" Willow wailed.
Tara put her arm around her upset girlfriend, ignoring the pain shooting through the now closed, but still very painful, wound in her chest.
Buffy hadn't woken since Willow first healed her. They had tried everything, talking to her, shouting, pouring cold water over her, pleading. Nothing had worked. She lay in her bedroom where she had been for the last three days.
Xander flopped down on the armchair.
"I don't know." he said, in response to Tara.
They all sat in deep thought.
"Giles is the only one that knows about this kind of thing." Xander stated.
"No he's not!" Willow said suddenly, wiping the tears from her eyes, "Wesley."
Tara smiled, "See," she paused before adding, "who?"
"Buffy's second watcher," Xander explained, "she fired him when he wouldn't help her find a cure for Angel."
"A cure?" she inquired.
"Faith, the other Slayer, shot him with poison. The Watcher's council knew the cure but wouldn't help her."
"I'll give him a ring." Xander said, reaching for the telephone.
"Oh shit!" he cursed, remembering the phone was dead.
The sound of a key in a lock was heard, then the front door burst open.
"Is she awake?" Dawn called, always her first question when she saw Xander or Willow.
"No." Xander shouted back.
Dawn came through the door and stopped when she saw Tara. "Oh my god!" she shrieked.
She ran up to Tara and flung her arms around her.
Tara bit her lip and ignored the pain surging through her.
Willow let out a cry, before turning to face Tara.
Dawn let go and stepped back, realising she had hurt her.
"Willow?" Tara said.
Willow placed her hand on Tara's chest. "No magic." Tara protested trying to pull away.
Willow muttered something inaudible.
Tara felt a surge of power go through her.
"Better?" Willow asked hopefully.
Tara nodded, before getting up and walking out.
Willow sighed. "I could feel her pain. My soul could feel her physical pain."
"That's so sweet!" Dawn chirped.
"Don't you ever learn?" Xander asked Willow angrily, before following Tara.
Tara sat down heavily on a kitchen stool. She lay her head on the table and tried to stop her tears.
"Are you alright?" Xander asked softly.
He gently put his arm over her hunched shoulders. She stood up and turned to him.
"I can't stop her Xander! What can I do?" she leaned against him and cried into his chest.
"Shh..." he whispered, slowly rocking her in comfort.
After a few minutes she pulled away.
"She needs help." Tara stated as she wiped her tears away.
"I'll ring Wesley. See what he says. He might be able to help her."
He left Tara in the kitchen and ran up the stairs. He got the cordless phone out of Willow's bedroom and then went into Buffy's bedroom.
She still lay in the exactly the same position as she had been the last time he had checked in on her.
Her hair was platted either side of her face, courtesy of Dawn. She was now in a clean pale blue nightgown. She still had no colour on her face though.
He found her address book on her dresser and flicked it open to 'A.'
Angel Investigation's was the first one listed.
It rang three times before a male voice answered.
"Angel Investigations. We help the helpless." Angel's voice answered.
"Angel. It's Xander, is Wesley there?"
"Yeah. What's wrong? Is Buffy ok?" Angel asked, his voice worried.
"It's hard to explain. I need to speak to Wesley." Xander said again.
"Wesley!" Angel yelled.
There was the sound of muttering, then the sound of somebody clearing their throat.
"Hello, Wesley speaking."
"Hey Wesley. We need your help."
To be continued...