See the Light
"Xander's a no show." Willow said looking over at Oz with worry. "He always comes to school. I don't even remember the last time he has gotten sick."
"Definitely not good." Oz nodded grabbing his lunch out of his locker. He always brought lunch. If he didn't, he'd rather starve to death then eat the cafeteria food. He didn't understand how the others could eat food that looked so unhealthy for you.
Right next to him was the love of his life. Even with the little incident with Xander, he still loved the girl. So she had a weak moment, everyone did. How could he not love her? She was so beautiful and sexy. Also, she was smart, which was also sexy. He slammed his locker door closed.
They headed to the cafeteria. Students rushed by them trying to get to the lunch room before the lines got too long. Yup, he was in a loss of understanding their lunch rush. All they had to do was go to the store and get prepackaged food and put it into a brown paper bag. Was that so hard?
He spotted Buffy in the back of the Cafeteria sitting at a round table. It was what they usually did since Cordiela and Xander usually sat with them. Cordiela would come back tomorrow from her long exotic trip, but Xander, he wasn't sure when he'd return. Willow was right, when was the last time he had gotten sick?
"Hey Buffy." Willow said to the Slayer who had her head in a calculus book.
Buffy barely acknowledged them and went back to her book. There must be a quiz or test in that class, he figured. Willow went off to the lines as he started pulling out the food in his bag. He always brought extra for anyone who was still hungry after they tried to eat the indigestible cafeteria food. Xander was always hungry and every once in awhile Buffy or Willow would take a few pretzels.
"Math test?" Oz asked looking across the table.
Buffy sighed putting the book down on top of the fake wood. Nodding slightly, she looked down at her food, which she hadn't touched. In fact, she looked about like how Xander looked yesterday.
"Not feeling well?" Oz asked not pushing for her to answer. If she wanted to answer she could.
"Yeah, last night I barely slept. I haven't been able to focus on school work. I think I've caught what Xander has." Buffy sighed again.
"That's not cool." Oz replied and began munching on his turkey sandwich.
A few minutes later, Willow sat down with her tray. On the tray there was an assortment of things. Potato chips, a grilled cheese sandwich, an apple, and a carton of Milk. Today was the day they actually had something edible, he was amazed.
"Hey, you don't look so good Buffy. I mean, as in, you look sick, but you still look okay..." Willow started on one of her nervous ramblings. Buffy put her hand up to stop her.
"Yeah, not felling great. You don't have to worry, I'm not Cordiela." Buffy nodded and stuck her fork into her grilled cheeses sandwich. The fake cheese squeezed out of the little holes the fork made.
"You aren't getting what Xander has are you?" Willow asked with worry written all over her face. Buffy shrugged. She wasn't into talking that much, he observed.
Since he had met the group, he noticed that Xander and Willow were alike. Both could ramble on for days without making much sense. Xander had a sense of humor and seemed find humor in everything when he was nervous, scared, or any other time. Willow had the brains and could do cool things on the computer.
And Buffy? She was in her own little group. She had a sense of humor and used it in times of need, like when they were in serious trouble and needed to catch the demon off guard or when everyone was down. Buffy would also get silent all of the sudden and go into some deep meditation thing. She had a lot of things to worry about, like saving the world. The Slayer wasn't the biggest talker in the world, but when she talked, she was quick about it and you had to pay attention cause the words zoomed out of her mouth.
Today she was in a very quiet mode. When she was in that mode, it was hard to get a smile out of her and even harder to get her to talk. Without Xander, it seemed almost impossible to get her to smile.
Oz, he knew he was the laid back guy. He took things in and tried to help out if he needed to. In some ways, he and Buffy were similar. They both like to take things in and they both hadn't grown up with Xander or Willow. So in ways, they had been adopted by the two.
"Have you heard that Xander isn't at school today?" Willow asked Buffy who came out of her own little zone again to reply to the overly talkative Willow. He wondered if he should try to stop Willow from talking Buffy's ear off.
"I noticed in first period." she replied.
"When was the last time he was absent for school?" Willow demanded as if this would make the boy get out of bed and come to school. Buffy raised her eyebrow as if daring her to make her answer. Willow rolled her eyes. "I mean when not dealing with evil."
"Never."
"Exactly." Willow said triumphantly.
"You called him last night and he told you that he wasn't coming to school and so you're worrying about nothing." Buffy said quickly shutting her book. "Will, he's probable watching cartoons right now and eating those little cream filled thingies."
"Twinkies?" Oz asked.
Willow sighed and took a bite out of her grilled cheese sandwich.
* * * * *
Feeling bad was an understatement. Feeling horrible worked for her. The room spun out of control. Which way? Well clockwise...no counterclockwise... no... well she wasn't sure. Yup, she was going to wring Xander's neck for getting her sick. The large deep scratch on her arm that hadn't healed yet, burned like acid.
And yet she found herself now outside with her friends going on patrol. The ironies of life would get her in the end. Yup, she was sure of it. She had stopped by Xander's right before going back to the library to find him puking his guts out. It wasn't a pretty sight and she hoped that her thing would go away so she wouldn't didn't look like that.
"Slayer never gets sick leave." Buffy grumbled under her breath.
"What?" Willow asked looking over at her with big blue-green eyes.
"Nothing. I'm just going to do a quick round in the cemetery and call it a night." Buffy told the two and they nodded.
She took out a stake just in case, but if a vampire did come out tonight, well she probable couldn't do a thing about it. But at least she had two people who were perfectly capable of staking a vampire and keeping her alive. For once she counted wholly on them and yet they didn't know it. Again, irony.
Another problem was this demon. She hadn't seen it since the other night. Only that it was making lunch meat out of the people in Sunnydale. He was knife or uh... claw happy.
As they entered the cemetery, Buffy felt the hairs on her neck stick straight up. It was a warning sign. She understood that much of it. Although she had no clue why it happened. It probable had to do with being a Slayer and all.
Looking around, she finally spotted what had made her hairs do the robot. Some vampire trying to get out of it's grave looked over at her with a searing glare. Great, a new born. Half his body had had gotten out of the ground and it wouldn't take too long until it could get on it's feet. She hated new borns, they were stupid and dangerous.
She nodded to the two beside her and then ran in. The newbie had come out in his Sunday's best, which now looked disgustingly dirty. The man had been a neighbor of hers, it was Mr. Yoko. He was a short man with a long goatee. He loved reading and would sit out in his yard on his lawn chair every afternoon to read the great novels of the twentieth century. Well now all he wanted and loved was blood.
It ran at her full speed. She stopped and flipped the stake it her hand waiting for the two fanged undead to meet her. Using his speed, she flipped the man on to his back. This was something that Tae Kwon Doe students learned and she had learned with her first watcher, Merrick. Use the opponents power to your advantage. Gee she should get a black belt.
Buffy kicked the vampire who now tried to get up off the ground. The thing rolled a few feet away and then got up. It ran at her again now thirsting for her blood. His eyes hungered as he grabbed her by the shoulder. She butted him in the head and grabbed it's arm. Twisting it behind the vampire, she stabbed the demon through it's back. It was hard to stake through the back, but the bone gave away and the pointy wood hit Yoko's dead heart.
Dust to dust.
Then she dropped to the ground and everything went black.
Coming up:
Hell no. He wasn't going to let them take him without a fight. His room was just fine. Where was Buffy when you need her?
He felt something poke his arm and he slapped at it. These demons, they held him down as he tried to buck them off. And then suddenly everything inside of him went calm, like he lost all his energy to fight. Now he was definitely doomed and he could do nothing about it.
"Xander's a no show." Willow said looking over at Oz with worry. "He always comes to school. I don't even remember the last time he has gotten sick."
"Definitely not good." Oz nodded grabbing his lunch out of his locker. He always brought lunch. If he didn't, he'd rather starve to death then eat the cafeteria food. He didn't understand how the others could eat food that looked so unhealthy for you.
Right next to him was the love of his life. Even with the little incident with Xander, he still loved the girl. So she had a weak moment, everyone did. How could he not love her? She was so beautiful and sexy. Also, she was smart, which was also sexy. He slammed his locker door closed.
They headed to the cafeteria. Students rushed by them trying to get to the lunch room before the lines got too long. Yup, he was in a loss of understanding their lunch rush. All they had to do was go to the store and get prepackaged food and put it into a brown paper bag. Was that so hard?
He spotted Buffy in the back of the Cafeteria sitting at a round table. It was what they usually did since Cordiela and Xander usually sat with them. Cordiela would come back tomorrow from her long exotic trip, but Xander, he wasn't sure when he'd return. Willow was right, when was the last time he had gotten sick?
"Hey Buffy." Willow said to the Slayer who had her head in a calculus book.
Buffy barely acknowledged them and went back to her book. There must be a quiz or test in that class, he figured. Willow went off to the lines as he started pulling out the food in his bag. He always brought extra for anyone who was still hungry after they tried to eat the indigestible cafeteria food. Xander was always hungry and every once in awhile Buffy or Willow would take a few pretzels.
"Math test?" Oz asked looking across the table.
Buffy sighed putting the book down on top of the fake wood. Nodding slightly, she looked down at her food, which she hadn't touched. In fact, she looked about like how Xander looked yesterday.
"Not feeling well?" Oz asked not pushing for her to answer. If she wanted to answer she could.
"Yeah, last night I barely slept. I haven't been able to focus on school work. I think I've caught what Xander has." Buffy sighed again.
"That's not cool." Oz replied and began munching on his turkey sandwich.
A few minutes later, Willow sat down with her tray. On the tray there was an assortment of things. Potato chips, a grilled cheese sandwich, an apple, and a carton of Milk. Today was the day they actually had something edible, he was amazed.
"Hey, you don't look so good Buffy. I mean, as in, you look sick, but you still look okay..." Willow started on one of her nervous ramblings. Buffy put her hand up to stop her.
"Yeah, not felling great. You don't have to worry, I'm not Cordiela." Buffy nodded and stuck her fork into her grilled cheeses sandwich. The fake cheese squeezed out of the little holes the fork made.
"You aren't getting what Xander has are you?" Willow asked with worry written all over her face. Buffy shrugged. She wasn't into talking that much, he observed.
Since he had met the group, he noticed that Xander and Willow were alike. Both could ramble on for days without making much sense. Xander had a sense of humor and seemed find humor in everything when he was nervous, scared, or any other time. Willow had the brains and could do cool things on the computer.
And Buffy? She was in her own little group. She had a sense of humor and used it in times of need, like when they were in serious trouble and needed to catch the demon off guard or when everyone was down. Buffy would also get silent all of the sudden and go into some deep meditation thing. She had a lot of things to worry about, like saving the world. The Slayer wasn't the biggest talker in the world, but when she talked, she was quick about it and you had to pay attention cause the words zoomed out of her mouth.
Today she was in a very quiet mode. When she was in that mode, it was hard to get a smile out of her and even harder to get her to talk. Without Xander, it seemed almost impossible to get her to smile.
Oz, he knew he was the laid back guy. He took things in and tried to help out if he needed to. In some ways, he and Buffy were similar. They both like to take things in and they both hadn't grown up with Xander or Willow. So in ways, they had been adopted by the two.
"Have you heard that Xander isn't at school today?" Willow asked Buffy who came out of her own little zone again to reply to the overly talkative Willow. He wondered if he should try to stop Willow from talking Buffy's ear off.
"I noticed in first period." she replied.
"When was the last time he was absent for school?" Willow demanded as if this would make the boy get out of bed and come to school. Buffy raised her eyebrow as if daring her to make her answer. Willow rolled her eyes. "I mean when not dealing with evil."
"Never."
"Exactly." Willow said triumphantly.
"You called him last night and he told you that he wasn't coming to school and so you're worrying about nothing." Buffy said quickly shutting her book. "Will, he's probable watching cartoons right now and eating those little cream filled thingies."
"Twinkies?" Oz asked.
Willow sighed and took a bite out of her grilled cheese sandwich.
* * * * *
Feeling bad was an understatement. Feeling horrible worked for her. The room spun out of control. Which way? Well clockwise...no counterclockwise... no... well she wasn't sure. Yup, she was going to wring Xander's neck for getting her sick. The large deep scratch on her arm that hadn't healed yet, burned like acid.
And yet she found herself now outside with her friends going on patrol. The ironies of life would get her in the end. Yup, she was sure of it. She had stopped by Xander's right before going back to the library to find him puking his guts out. It wasn't a pretty sight and she hoped that her thing would go away so she wouldn't didn't look like that.
"Slayer never gets sick leave." Buffy grumbled under her breath.
"What?" Willow asked looking over at her with big blue-green eyes.
"Nothing. I'm just going to do a quick round in the cemetery and call it a night." Buffy told the two and they nodded.
She took out a stake just in case, but if a vampire did come out tonight, well she probable couldn't do a thing about it. But at least she had two people who were perfectly capable of staking a vampire and keeping her alive. For once she counted wholly on them and yet they didn't know it. Again, irony.
Another problem was this demon. She hadn't seen it since the other night. Only that it was making lunch meat out of the people in Sunnydale. He was knife or uh... claw happy.
As they entered the cemetery, Buffy felt the hairs on her neck stick straight up. It was a warning sign. She understood that much of it. Although she had no clue why it happened. It probable had to do with being a Slayer and all.
Looking around, she finally spotted what had made her hairs do the robot. Some vampire trying to get out of it's grave looked over at her with a searing glare. Great, a new born. Half his body had had gotten out of the ground and it wouldn't take too long until it could get on it's feet. She hated new borns, they were stupid and dangerous.
She nodded to the two beside her and then ran in. The newbie had come out in his Sunday's best, which now looked disgustingly dirty. The man had been a neighbor of hers, it was Mr. Yoko. He was a short man with a long goatee. He loved reading and would sit out in his yard on his lawn chair every afternoon to read the great novels of the twentieth century. Well now all he wanted and loved was blood.
It ran at her full speed. She stopped and flipped the stake it her hand waiting for the two fanged undead to meet her. Using his speed, she flipped the man on to his back. This was something that Tae Kwon Doe students learned and she had learned with her first watcher, Merrick. Use the opponents power to your advantage. Gee she should get a black belt.
Buffy kicked the vampire who now tried to get up off the ground. The thing rolled a few feet away and then got up. It ran at her again now thirsting for her blood. His eyes hungered as he grabbed her by the shoulder. She butted him in the head and grabbed it's arm. Twisting it behind the vampire, she stabbed the demon through it's back. It was hard to stake through the back, but the bone gave away and the pointy wood hit Yoko's dead heart.
Dust to dust.
Then she dropped to the ground and everything went black.
Coming up:
Hell no. He wasn't going to let them take him without a fight. His room was just fine. Where was Buffy when you need her?
He felt something poke his arm and he slapped at it. These demons, they held him down as he tried to buck them off. And then suddenly everything inside of him went calm, like he lost all his energy to fight. Now he was definitely doomed and he could do nothing about it.