* This part also has some spoilery things in it (Just an event that
happens next week)
"What time did Giles say her flight was getting in?" Xander shifted nervously. He was wearing a clean blue suit and was constantly checking his watch.
"Um." Buffy rummaged through her small purse, finally fishing out a small scrap of notebook paper. "11:00."
"It's 11:30!"
"Her plane is late Xander, it happens a lot, in fact airports are kind of known for it." The young man began to pace nervously. Buffy grabbed his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"It's just weird, you know? She's been gone for so long, and I don't even know how we're supposed to act around her. after seeing what she did to Warren."
"She's still Willow, we have to be supportive."
"Oh I'm supportive, I'm bursting with support, but. it's just confusing. I wish things could go back to like how they were before."
"Maybe they can." But the slayer didn't sound very sure.
"So?"
"What?"
"What the fuck do you think? Can you sense their sins?" Loki made a sweeping gesture encompassing all of the passengers in the crowded airport.
"Well," Bartelby considered in a haughty tone "As we've already ascertained that we are no longer angels I think you might be on track with your not- quite-human theory."
"So what do you feel?"
"I can sense snippets of their thoughts, glimpses of their souls. Nothing like the whole picture that I used to get."
"And you call me the melodramatic one." Loki rolled his eyes and began to walk in the direction of the security gate.
"Where are you going!" Bartelby fell in step behind him.
Loki whirled on his friend. "Where the fuck do you thing I'm going?! I'm some kind of an angel-human hybrid. There's probably people hunting me down. I can't trust my only friend not to fucking stab me the second I get in his way. So, I don't know about you, but I'm going to the fucking bar!"
"You are the dramatic one." muttered Bartelby under his breath, louder he added. "I don't think that getting drunk is really the answer right now. Alcohol has always been your biggest problem!"
"No Bartelby you have always been my biggest problem! You convinced me to quit! You killed me! You like a fucking plague, all you do is fuck up my life!"
A small crowd had gathered around the fighting men. The ex-angels turned to face the group of people just in time to see a small redhead that had been making her way toward the gate, fade then disappear completely from sight.
Willow had stepped off the plane unsure of her footing, she had been on the plane for nearly eight hours and yet it was roughly the same time that it had been when she had left London. She walked toward the security gate, trying to mentally prepare herself for the first time she would see her friends in three months.
As she approached she saw that a small crowd had gathered right outside the gate. She heard raised voices. As she got closer she saw Buffy and Xander were waiting for her. Panic rose in her chest, *I can't do this*, she thought frantically, *not yet. I can't face them*.
*Don't let them see me*. As soon as the thought was done forming she felt her magik unfurl within her. She looked at her hand and watched it disappear in front of her face. "Damn." she whispered and turned to run.
"Did you see that?" Loki hissed.
"You mean that girl that just went invisible?" Bartelby sighed with relief when he realized that Loki's rant was over.
"No I mean the pig that just flew out of your ass! Yes the fucking girl!"
"I can still see her, a little. She's transparent and flickering."
"What? Why the fuck can you see her and I can't!?"
"Well, magiks don't fool angels, We're probably still part angel, so if you try hard enough you should be able to see her."
Loki squinted and focused with all his might, by now the crowd had mostly dissipated, and he saw a shimmer of red. He made out the girl's ghost-like form just as she turned and fled. "We have to follow her!"
"Why? She's obviously a witch! I don't know what has happened to us but I know that we don't need a witch complicating things!"
"Fuck that, I'm following her!" With that Loki strode off after the witch.
"This is not a good idea." Shaking his head Bartelby followed.
"What time did Giles say her flight was getting in?" Xander shifted nervously. He was wearing a clean blue suit and was constantly checking his watch.
"Um." Buffy rummaged through her small purse, finally fishing out a small scrap of notebook paper. "11:00."
"It's 11:30!"
"Her plane is late Xander, it happens a lot, in fact airports are kind of known for it." The young man began to pace nervously. Buffy grabbed his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"It's just weird, you know? She's been gone for so long, and I don't even know how we're supposed to act around her. after seeing what she did to Warren."
"She's still Willow, we have to be supportive."
"Oh I'm supportive, I'm bursting with support, but. it's just confusing. I wish things could go back to like how they were before."
"Maybe they can." But the slayer didn't sound very sure.
"So?"
"What?"
"What the fuck do you think? Can you sense their sins?" Loki made a sweeping gesture encompassing all of the passengers in the crowded airport.
"Well," Bartelby considered in a haughty tone "As we've already ascertained that we are no longer angels I think you might be on track with your not- quite-human theory."
"So what do you feel?"
"I can sense snippets of their thoughts, glimpses of their souls. Nothing like the whole picture that I used to get."
"And you call me the melodramatic one." Loki rolled his eyes and began to walk in the direction of the security gate.
"Where are you going!" Bartelby fell in step behind him.
Loki whirled on his friend. "Where the fuck do you thing I'm going?! I'm some kind of an angel-human hybrid. There's probably people hunting me down. I can't trust my only friend not to fucking stab me the second I get in his way. So, I don't know about you, but I'm going to the fucking bar!"
"You are the dramatic one." muttered Bartelby under his breath, louder he added. "I don't think that getting drunk is really the answer right now. Alcohol has always been your biggest problem!"
"No Bartelby you have always been my biggest problem! You convinced me to quit! You killed me! You like a fucking plague, all you do is fuck up my life!"
A small crowd had gathered around the fighting men. The ex-angels turned to face the group of people just in time to see a small redhead that had been making her way toward the gate, fade then disappear completely from sight.
Willow had stepped off the plane unsure of her footing, she had been on the plane for nearly eight hours and yet it was roughly the same time that it had been when she had left London. She walked toward the security gate, trying to mentally prepare herself for the first time she would see her friends in three months.
As she approached she saw that a small crowd had gathered right outside the gate. She heard raised voices. As she got closer she saw Buffy and Xander were waiting for her. Panic rose in her chest, *I can't do this*, she thought frantically, *not yet. I can't face them*.
*Don't let them see me*. As soon as the thought was done forming she felt her magik unfurl within her. She looked at her hand and watched it disappear in front of her face. "Damn." she whispered and turned to run.
"Did you see that?" Loki hissed.
"You mean that girl that just went invisible?" Bartelby sighed with relief when he realized that Loki's rant was over.
"No I mean the pig that just flew out of your ass! Yes the fucking girl!"
"I can still see her, a little. She's transparent and flickering."
"What? Why the fuck can you see her and I can't!?"
"Well, magiks don't fool angels, We're probably still part angel, so if you try hard enough you should be able to see her."
Loki squinted and focused with all his might, by now the crowd had mostly dissipated, and he saw a shimmer of red. He made out the girl's ghost-like form just as she turned and fled. "We have to follow her!"
"Why? She's obviously a witch! I don't know what has happened to us but I know that we don't need a witch complicating things!"
"Fuck that, I'm following her!" With that Loki strode off after the witch.
"This is not a good idea." Shaking his head Bartelby followed.