DISCLAIMER: Joss owns everything except for Callie and Jen Wood.
Magically Delicious: Chapter Two: College Students don't look before crossing the street
Jen couldn't get over two things: how small she was, and how cutesy Sunnydale was, for the mouth of Hell at least. She wondered briefly where exactly Sunnydale was, seeing as how her friend, Sara, had informed her that in California, there was no place called Sunnydale. Sunnyvale? Yes. Sunnydale? No. Jen stared up at Buffy. She looked pretty pre-occupied. Then again, Jen figured that she was probably a little bit stressed about the whole Anya-committed-mass-murder thing. As far as Jen was concerned, no harm was done. Anya had taken it back, and it wasn't as if anyone REAL had died.
Buffy let go of Jen's hand, which was a good thing because her shoulder was starting to ache from holding her hand so far above her head. The funny thing was, she had always thought SMG was so tiny. Apparently, Buffy's non-existent little sister (part two) was like a mini-Buffy, very very ridiculously, ridiculously tiny and cute.
Damn I'm cute, thought Jen, remembering the long blonde hair and baby blues that made her the number one contestant in the aww-look-at-me-and-do-my-will-cause-I've-got-everyone-wrapped-around-my-little-finger contest. She was hoping not to have to resort to using that in her favor, but if logic didn't work, she had a few tricks up her sleeves.
Seeing the magic box, Jen immediately started walking across the street. At Yale, all of the drivers hated the pedestrians, and Jen might as well have has a target painted on her chest, but she had still never looked before crossing the street because all college students had a magic force field surrounding their bodies and the cars always stopped a few feet/inches shy of hitting them.
Unfortunately, the Sunnydale drivers were not so inclined. Jen froze when she saw the car barreling towards her, like a deer in the headlights. She didn't even scream. A microsecond later, she felt herself thrown out of the way of the car. She breathed a sigh of relief until she saw the look on Buffy's face. Uh-oh.
"CALLIE ELIZABETH SUMMERS!" Jen wasn't sure on the parenting protocol because she didn't have a middle name, but she was pretty sure that the whole Elizabeth thing did not bode well for her. The shouting was another clue. Again with the Uh-oh. Buffy grabbed her by the shoulders. "What were you doing? You know better than to cross the street without holding my hand! And what happened to looking both ways?!"
"College students never look," Jen replied, realizing on a subconscious level that that wasn't possibly the brightest thing she could have said.
"That's it," Buffy said, dragging her into the magic box. Jen definitely didn't like the sound of that. Being a little kid sucked. She was very hopeful that Buffy had a strict anti-violence policy with regards to little kids, because she looked mad enough to spit nails.
"Buffy," Anya said as the two of them came into the shop. To Jen she sounded pleasantly surprised. Jen then saw Xander standing a few feet away from Anya. She surmised that he was checking up on her too, in his own particular way. "How nice of you to drop by and interrupt us not having sex," Anya said. Then she noticed Jen/Callie standing there. "Oh, I mean there's no such thing as sex, only kissing and holding hands." She smiled enthusiastically, but Jen could see signs of strain behind her eyes.
"If there's no such thing as sex, what do guys think about when they see naked girls?" Jen was starting to think that maybe she was seven years old. Everything she thought came flying out of her mouth.
The three adults stared at her, and Jen realized that she had just reminded Buffy that she had to do something about her little sister. "Excuse me," Buffy said to Xander and Anya. Somehow, Jen didn't think that Xander minded at all. Anya looked a little nervous. Buffy picked Jen up, which felt really weird since she hadn't been picked up in a really long time, and set her down on the counter, looking at her in the eyes.
"You are going to sit here and think about how you're not going to run into streets or talk about sex anymore," Buffy said, doing a very good imitation of a stern mother.
"But," Jen said, trying to explain that she really did need some help getting home.
"No buts," said Buffy. "You're in time out." Jen tried again, but everyone in the room ignored her, even Anya and Xander, though Anya had a hard time at it at first.
"Anya, I need your help," Jen said, "I'm not a little kid."
"I don't see or hear you, annoying small person," Anya said, "because Buffy has taken you out of the fabrics of time with the so called 'time out.' If you ask me, she's doing a pretty shoddy job of it because I can still hear your little girl voice. Children should be seen and not heard, unless they're giving me compliments."
"An," said Xander, "I don't think that counts as ignoring her." Then everyone refused to speak to her, and Jen sat quietly on the counter, trying to think of a way to get home, where college students never looked before crossing the streets, but never got time outs.