A/N: SHOW ME MERCY!!! I BEG OF YOU!!! I am SO sorry I haven't updated! If
you read my bio it tells the reasons I haven't updated. But even then, I
just haven't exactly noticed that it's been so long since my last update!
I've been so occupied with my Eminem fics that I have completely lost track
of time! Anyways, I'm trying to get back on track. Twsit 2 TR and I'm With
You will get the most attention 'cause they bring in the most reveiws. So,
Highschool Years will be updated too, just not now.
SO! Like I said, so sorry I haven't updated! This story will have between three and five more chapters, but I might have less 'cause I'm trying to get so much updated that it would be easier on me to just get over with this story.
How about this! I'll take a poll. When you reveiw, tell me if you are: A. Willing to wait longer for more chapters. OR B. Want the story to be over quicker so you can find out what happens at the end. If you pick A, the updates will be farther apart, but I promise I won't let another four month dead zone take over, kay?
A/N 2: For Teri, I put in the first chap that the reason Willow didn't get changed is cause she had the crystal. I don't remember if I actually mentioned that in the actual story, but that's why. It was like, I already had Buffy and Tara, and I neeeded a reason to bring in Spike, so I did that, but I didn't really want Willow, so I made up the thing about the crystal being, like, an immunity. Well, theres you explination.
A/N 3: Also... everyone has been asking about how Spike knew about the TV shows. Well, I'll be honest with you, I wasn't thinking about that when I wrote it. BUT! If you need an explanation besides my stupidity, you can just say that though he looks the way he did way back when, he has the mind of a modern day toddlers. Does that make any sense
Well, now that that little 5 paragraph author's note is taken care of, ON WITH THE STORY!!!
****
After Willow had left, Dawn had staid up for about an hour. She occupied herself with paid-programming about Oxy-clean and leg wax. Buffy and Spike, fortunately, staid asleep. She was hoping they would stay that way. At least until Xander got there anyway.
It was about midnight when Dawn was jerked from dreamland by a loud knock at the door. She sighed heavily and got up to answer it.
Xander stood on the porch; a tired look on his face. "Hey," he greeted sleepily, "Willow said I should come over."
Dawn nodded slowly, still half-asleep. "Yeah. Come on in."
Xander walked into the warm house and shed his coat.
Dawn yawned and rubbed her eyes. "I'm goin' to bed. You can sleep wherever, just don't wake up Buffy and Spike."
"Oh, believe me," he nodded, "that's the last thing I want to do."
Dawn headed upstairs.
Xander took a place on the floor and fell into an uncomfortable sleep.
****
The next morning, a loud ring woke Dawn up. She was about to take her alarm clock and hurl it against the wall when she noticed it wasn't the alarm clock; it was the phone.
Dawn sighed and rolled her eyes before climbing off the bed and trudging to the hall phone.
She picked ap the receiver. "Hello?" she said in a rather annoyed tone.
"Hey, Dawnie, it's me," Willow's voice came meekly. "Sorry I waked ya."
Dawn sighed. "Yeah . . . So, what's up?"
Willow gave her own sigh. "The doctor said Tara has the flu. Poor kid. They got her fever down, but they have to keep her here at least until later on this afternoon to make sure it doesn't turn into anything more serious."
"Poor Tara. How are *you*?"
"Running on ten cups of coffee and a small adrenaline rush."
"Man. That's gotta suck."
Willow half-smiled. "Yeah. It sucks."
"Do you have to talk to Xander or anything?"
"Yeah, I do. Can you go get him?"
"Sure. Be right back."
Dawn set the reciever down and walked the end of the hall to the top of the staircase. "Xander! Xander, get your laxy butt up! Willow's on the phone!"
Xander's eyes shot open at her shouting voice. "Wh-hat?" he whined.
"Phone!"
He sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"Now!"
"I'm comin'," he cried back, getting to his feet.
Dawn turned back to the phone. "He's coming."
"Thanks, Dawnie."
Xander slowly made his way up the staircase, fighting the urge to fall back asleep right there on the steps. He finally reached the second floor and Dawn handed him the phone.
"What's up?" he asked around a yawn.
"Alot," Willow exaggerated. "Tara has the flu and I can't bring her home until later on this afternoon. Do you think you could ..."
"No," Xander said simply before she finished the sentence.
"But-"
"Number one," he interrupted her again, "there is no way in Hell. Two, I have to work. Ask Giles to come over or something."
"Giles?"
"Well, Anya has to work, Dawn's going to school, there's not exactly anyone else."
Willow sighed. "I guess I'll give him a call. Can you at least make sure Dawn get's to school?"
Xander nodded. "I'll have to be a little late to the site, but I can wing it."
"Thanks, Xand."
"No problem. I'll ring up the G-man for ya, kay?"
"Thanks."
"No more thanks," he said playfully. "I'll talk to you later, Will."
"Bye."
Xander hung up and sighed again. "Here we go." He picked up the phone again and dialed Giles phone number.
There were a few lonesome rings before the phone was picked up. "Yes?"
"Giles!" Xander said enthusiasticly. "Buddy, how ya doin'?"
"Xander? What the bloody hell are you calling me for at six in the morning?"
"Well, you see, Tara got sick last night-"
"Oh, dear Lord. Is she alright?"
"She's fine. The flu. But that's not why I'm calling."
"Well, why then?"
"I need someone to watch Buffy and Spike," Xander told him quickly.
"What? No! I mean, I ... can't. No, I can't. I have to ... read .... books."
"Well, I guess that's tough, 'cause you're the only unemployed person who can watch them."
"Dawn?"
"School."
"Willow?"
"Hospital."
"But- But-"
"I gotta drop Dawn off at school here in about half an hour. Be here by then."
"But-" Giles said weakly.
"Bye, Giles," Xander said in a teasing voice before hanging up the phone.
He walked over to Dawn's bedroom door and knocked. "Dawn! Get up! You got school!"
***
Dawn was grabbing her backpack out of the front hall closet when there was a knock at the door. Dawn walked to the door and opened it, only to find Giles looking tired and not wanting to be there.
"Hey, Giles," she said cheerfully. "You got stuck watching the hellions?"
"Unfortunately, yes," he said solemnly. Giles trudged over the threshold and headed for the living room where Xander was pulling on his work boots.
"Buffy and Spike are eating breakfast," Dawn told Giles. "Just make sure you check on 'em every five minutes if you wanna avoid a mess. Stay out of any upstairs rooms, the basement, and the kitchen if you can help it."
"Dawn, I am sure I can handle watching a few toddlers for a few hours."
"Think more like ten hours."
"At the least," Xander added.
"Good Lord," Giles sighed.
"Your best bet would be to let them play around in the backyard to get 'em tired then park 'em in front of the TV. I just rented a few movies last night, so it should keep 'em occupied."
Xander stood from the couch. "Ready, Dawnie?"
"Yep," Dawn chirped.
As he passed Giles, Xander patted his shoulder. "Show no mercy."
Giles rolled his eyes and waited for them to leave. Once he heard the door shut he walked over and took a seat on the couch.
Bad move. It wasn't long before he fell asleep.
***
Giggles.
That's what Giles first heard when he awoke. Giggles.
He'd fallen sleep. Oh dear God, he thought.
More giggles.
"What?" he asked bewildered, sitting up.
Then he felt it. Something ... sticky.
"Oh dear," he muttered and opened his eyes to look around.
A loud squeal of laughter came from the doorway before the pounding of feet as two toddlers shreiked from the room as Giles surveyed the mess.
"Bloody Hell!"
Honey. And ketchup.
How they go ahold of it was a mystery, but it was everywhere. Her went to move from the couch and found that his slacks were covered with ketchup, along with the couch.
"*What* a mess," Giles whined almost childishly.
He stood and attempted to brush off his sweater, but his endeavors were futile. The honey and ketchup just seemed to seep into and stain his clothing more.
"Buffy! Spike!"
***
~Two Hours Later~
How could he have been so stupid as to fall asleep?! Was he really that dense?!
Maybe Willow could clean the mess when she returned.
The ketchup stains were a hopless cause. The couch looked like a giant tomato, as did his sweater. The honey left sticky patches that made the couch impossible to sit on.
Giles had stationed Buffy and Spike on opposite ends of the living room, just in seeing range of the television, and turned on Smart Guy on the Disney Channel.
It was almost noon. Giles decided lunch would be a good move. Hopefully, they would eat and fall asleep for a nap. Then again, it might just give them more energy.
Giles shuddered at the thought.
He quickly put together a plate of a turkey sandwhich and an apple for each of them. They can make a mess with that, could they?
Stupid question.
The table was covered in bread crumbs and pieces of apple and their browning cores.
"This is bloody rediculous," Giles said as he tidied the dining room.
"Uncle Giles?"
Giles looked down to see Buffy looking up at him with innocent eyes.
"Yes?" Giles asked gingerly.
"When's Tara gonna come home?"
Giles sighed. "She'll be home in a few hours."
"Can I make 'er a card to make her feel better?"
Giles smiled. "Sure, Buffy."
She smiled brightly. "Cool! I got crayon's in my room! And paper! I'm gonna go get 'em!"
She took off towards the staircase.
***
Spike and Buffy were scribbling happily on their paper. Buffy had a steadier hand than Spike, so her letters were straighter. This frustrated the tyke.
"This bites!" he cried, throwing down his crayon.
"Here, I'll help you," Buffy offered. She drew the words he wanted, though spelling incorrectly.
Giles watched from the doorway. It was so cute the way Buffy helped Spike even thou-
Wait. Cute?! 'I did not just think that Buffy and Spike were *cute*!' Giles thought incrediously.
Sighing, he moved to kitchen for a brief moment to make him a cup of tea.
When he returned, Buffy was there, but Spike wasn't.
'Bloody Hell,' he thought. "Buffy, where's Spike?"
Buffy looked up, then over. She shrugged. "I dunno."
Giles pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep the small headache from escalading into a full-blown migraine. Setting his tea on the table, he set out to search the house for the wandering toddler.
"Spike?" he called. He was nowhere to be seen on the first floor, so Giles checked upstairs.
When he came into the hallway, he didn't have to look far.
Spike was scribbling furiously on the wall with a bright, red crayon.
"Spike, no!"
He looked up, a michievious grin on his face. Then he took off down the hall, dragging the crayon purposely on the wall as he ran.
Giles sighed and chased after him.
Spike reached the end of the hall and dodged into Buffy's room. He ran around the bed. As Giles came around it, also, he dived under the bed and scuttled on the floor. Giles reached for him, but by the time he got on his knees, Spike was out the other end and running through the door with a gleeful squeal.
Giles huffed as he stood and went back after him.
Spike was halfway down the stairs when Giles reached the top. Giles was afraid Spike was try and go faster if he saw Giles coming, and then fall. So he made no move until Spike reached the last step, then dashed down them, fulling intending on catching this toddler that was somehow outrunning a grown man.
As he reached the last step, Giles somehow managed to slip and fell on the floor in front of the door. He groaned, rolling onto his back.
"Uncle Giles!" Buffy called in a sing-song voice as she skipped into the hall. She stopped at his head and looked down curiously at him. "Uncle Giles?" When he didn't answer, she screamed, "UNCLE GILES!"
Giles jumped. "What? What?"
"Did you fall?" Buffy asked calmly.
Giles rested his head on the floor. "Yes."
"Do you gots a boo-boo?"
Giles sighed. "No. Get Spike please."
Buffy nodded and trotted off, yelling, "Spi-ike! You're in trou-ble!"
Giles was starting to stand up when the door opened.
"Willow!" Giles breathed.
Willow looked bewildered, a sleeping Tara in her arms. "Giles? What happened? What's on your clothes?"
"Ketchup. And honey."
Willow raised an eyebrow, then closed her eyes and laughed silently.
"This isn't funny!" he cried.
"C'mon," Willow said, motioning for him to follow her in the kitchen. "Where are the kids?"
Giles gestured around him. "In the house. That all I know. I just saw Buffy a moment ago."
Willow shook her head. "Stand still." Once Giles ceased his movements, she gestured at him and said, "Spretred," clearly.
Giles looked down and saw with relief that his clothes were once agian clean. "I would be the first one to tell you when you are out of line when using magic, but at the moment I am very thankful you are a witch."
Willow smiled proudly.
"I would do that to the rest of the house, also, though," said Giles.
Willow gave him a questioning look.
"Don't ask."
Willow shrugged and shifted Tara on her other hip. "The doctor gave me some medicine," she said, holding up a bottle. "They said to give it to her two a day, and to keep it refridgerated."
She moved to stick it in the door of the fridge, and the calender on the freezer caught her eye. Suddenly, Willow's eyes widened with realization.
"Giles! Look! The full moon! It's in two days!" Willow squealed, turning to him. "We can turn them back in two days!"
TBC
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now, I personally dont think that was up to my normal standards, but I figure that you people were so ready for a new chapter that you couldnt care less as long as its readable. Anyway, i am sorry for takin so long. I was going to make the story a little longer, but i really wanna round this story up for i run out of interest in Buffy fics that the last chaps sound completely dull. Thanks to all those that reveiwed and sent me e-mail! I love you guys!!!!!
SO! Like I said, so sorry I haven't updated! This story will have between three and five more chapters, but I might have less 'cause I'm trying to get so much updated that it would be easier on me to just get over with this story.
How about this! I'll take a poll. When you reveiw, tell me if you are: A. Willing to wait longer for more chapters. OR B. Want the story to be over quicker so you can find out what happens at the end. If you pick A, the updates will be farther apart, but I promise I won't let another four month dead zone take over, kay?
A/N 2: For Teri, I put in the first chap that the reason Willow didn't get changed is cause she had the crystal. I don't remember if I actually mentioned that in the actual story, but that's why. It was like, I already had Buffy and Tara, and I neeeded a reason to bring in Spike, so I did that, but I didn't really want Willow, so I made up the thing about the crystal being, like, an immunity. Well, theres you explination.
A/N 3: Also... everyone has been asking about how Spike knew about the TV shows. Well, I'll be honest with you, I wasn't thinking about that when I wrote it. BUT! If you need an explanation besides my stupidity, you can just say that though he looks the way he did way back when, he has the mind of a modern day toddlers. Does that make any sense
Well, now that that little 5 paragraph author's note is taken care of, ON WITH THE STORY!!!
****
After Willow had left, Dawn had staid up for about an hour. She occupied herself with paid-programming about Oxy-clean and leg wax. Buffy and Spike, fortunately, staid asleep. She was hoping they would stay that way. At least until Xander got there anyway.
It was about midnight when Dawn was jerked from dreamland by a loud knock at the door. She sighed heavily and got up to answer it.
Xander stood on the porch; a tired look on his face. "Hey," he greeted sleepily, "Willow said I should come over."
Dawn nodded slowly, still half-asleep. "Yeah. Come on in."
Xander walked into the warm house and shed his coat.
Dawn yawned and rubbed her eyes. "I'm goin' to bed. You can sleep wherever, just don't wake up Buffy and Spike."
"Oh, believe me," he nodded, "that's the last thing I want to do."
Dawn headed upstairs.
Xander took a place on the floor and fell into an uncomfortable sleep.
****
The next morning, a loud ring woke Dawn up. She was about to take her alarm clock and hurl it against the wall when she noticed it wasn't the alarm clock; it was the phone.
Dawn sighed and rolled her eyes before climbing off the bed and trudging to the hall phone.
She picked ap the receiver. "Hello?" she said in a rather annoyed tone.
"Hey, Dawnie, it's me," Willow's voice came meekly. "Sorry I waked ya."
Dawn sighed. "Yeah . . . So, what's up?"
Willow gave her own sigh. "The doctor said Tara has the flu. Poor kid. They got her fever down, but they have to keep her here at least until later on this afternoon to make sure it doesn't turn into anything more serious."
"Poor Tara. How are *you*?"
"Running on ten cups of coffee and a small adrenaline rush."
"Man. That's gotta suck."
Willow half-smiled. "Yeah. It sucks."
"Do you have to talk to Xander or anything?"
"Yeah, I do. Can you go get him?"
"Sure. Be right back."
Dawn set the reciever down and walked the end of the hall to the top of the staircase. "Xander! Xander, get your laxy butt up! Willow's on the phone!"
Xander's eyes shot open at her shouting voice. "Wh-hat?" he whined.
"Phone!"
He sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"Now!"
"I'm comin'," he cried back, getting to his feet.
Dawn turned back to the phone. "He's coming."
"Thanks, Dawnie."
Xander slowly made his way up the staircase, fighting the urge to fall back asleep right there on the steps. He finally reached the second floor and Dawn handed him the phone.
"What's up?" he asked around a yawn.
"Alot," Willow exaggerated. "Tara has the flu and I can't bring her home until later on this afternoon. Do you think you could ..."
"No," Xander said simply before she finished the sentence.
"But-"
"Number one," he interrupted her again, "there is no way in Hell. Two, I have to work. Ask Giles to come over or something."
"Giles?"
"Well, Anya has to work, Dawn's going to school, there's not exactly anyone else."
Willow sighed. "I guess I'll give him a call. Can you at least make sure Dawn get's to school?"
Xander nodded. "I'll have to be a little late to the site, but I can wing it."
"Thanks, Xand."
"No problem. I'll ring up the G-man for ya, kay?"
"Thanks."
"No more thanks," he said playfully. "I'll talk to you later, Will."
"Bye."
Xander hung up and sighed again. "Here we go." He picked up the phone again and dialed Giles phone number.
There were a few lonesome rings before the phone was picked up. "Yes?"
"Giles!" Xander said enthusiasticly. "Buddy, how ya doin'?"
"Xander? What the bloody hell are you calling me for at six in the morning?"
"Well, you see, Tara got sick last night-"
"Oh, dear Lord. Is she alright?"
"She's fine. The flu. But that's not why I'm calling."
"Well, why then?"
"I need someone to watch Buffy and Spike," Xander told him quickly.
"What? No! I mean, I ... can't. No, I can't. I have to ... read .... books."
"Well, I guess that's tough, 'cause you're the only unemployed person who can watch them."
"Dawn?"
"School."
"Willow?"
"Hospital."
"But- But-"
"I gotta drop Dawn off at school here in about half an hour. Be here by then."
"But-" Giles said weakly.
"Bye, Giles," Xander said in a teasing voice before hanging up the phone.
He walked over to Dawn's bedroom door and knocked. "Dawn! Get up! You got school!"
***
Dawn was grabbing her backpack out of the front hall closet when there was a knock at the door. Dawn walked to the door and opened it, only to find Giles looking tired and not wanting to be there.
"Hey, Giles," she said cheerfully. "You got stuck watching the hellions?"
"Unfortunately, yes," he said solemnly. Giles trudged over the threshold and headed for the living room where Xander was pulling on his work boots.
"Buffy and Spike are eating breakfast," Dawn told Giles. "Just make sure you check on 'em every five minutes if you wanna avoid a mess. Stay out of any upstairs rooms, the basement, and the kitchen if you can help it."
"Dawn, I am sure I can handle watching a few toddlers for a few hours."
"Think more like ten hours."
"At the least," Xander added.
"Good Lord," Giles sighed.
"Your best bet would be to let them play around in the backyard to get 'em tired then park 'em in front of the TV. I just rented a few movies last night, so it should keep 'em occupied."
Xander stood from the couch. "Ready, Dawnie?"
"Yep," Dawn chirped.
As he passed Giles, Xander patted his shoulder. "Show no mercy."
Giles rolled his eyes and waited for them to leave. Once he heard the door shut he walked over and took a seat on the couch.
Bad move. It wasn't long before he fell asleep.
***
Giggles.
That's what Giles first heard when he awoke. Giggles.
He'd fallen sleep. Oh dear God, he thought.
More giggles.
"What?" he asked bewildered, sitting up.
Then he felt it. Something ... sticky.
"Oh dear," he muttered and opened his eyes to look around.
A loud squeal of laughter came from the doorway before the pounding of feet as two toddlers shreiked from the room as Giles surveyed the mess.
"Bloody Hell!"
Honey. And ketchup.
How they go ahold of it was a mystery, but it was everywhere. Her went to move from the couch and found that his slacks were covered with ketchup, along with the couch.
"*What* a mess," Giles whined almost childishly.
He stood and attempted to brush off his sweater, but his endeavors were futile. The honey and ketchup just seemed to seep into and stain his clothing more.
"Buffy! Spike!"
***
~Two Hours Later~
How could he have been so stupid as to fall asleep?! Was he really that dense?!
Maybe Willow could clean the mess when she returned.
The ketchup stains were a hopless cause. The couch looked like a giant tomato, as did his sweater. The honey left sticky patches that made the couch impossible to sit on.
Giles had stationed Buffy and Spike on opposite ends of the living room, just in seeing range of the television, and turned on Smart Guy on the Disney Channel.
It was almost noon. Giles decided lunch would be a good move. Hopefully, they would eat and fall asleep for a nap. Then again, it might just give them more energy.
Giles shuddered at the thought.
He quickly put together a plate of a turkey sandwhich and an apple for each of them. They can make a mess with that, could they?
Stupid question.
The table was covered in bread crumbs and pieces of apple and their browning cores.
"This is bloody rediculous," Giles said as he tidied the dining room.
"Uncle Giles?"
Giles looked down to see Buffy looking up at him with innocent eyes.
"Yes?" Giles asked gingerly.
"When's Tara gonna come home?"
Giles sighed. "She'll be home in a few hours."
"Can I make 'er a card to make her feel better?"
Giles smiled. "Sure, Buffy."
She smiled brightly. "Cool! I got crayon's in my room! And paper! I'm gonna go get 'em!"
She took off towards the staircase.
***
Spike and Buffy were scribbling happily on their paper. Buffy had a steadier hand than Spike, so her letters were straighter. This frustrated the tyke.
"This bites!" he cried, throwing down his crayon.
"Here, I'll help you," Buffy offered. She drew the words he wanted, though spelling incorrectly.
Giles watched from the doorway. It was so cute the way Buffy helped Spike even thou-
Wait. Cute?! 'I did not just think that Buffy and Spike were *cute*!' Giles thought incrediously.
Sighing, he moved to kitchen for a brief moment to make him a cup of tea.
When he returned, Buffy was there, but Spike wasn't.
'Bloody Hell,' he thought. "Buffy, where's Spike?"
Buffy looked up, then over. She shrugged. "I dunno."
Giles pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep the small headache from escalading into a full-blown migraine. Setting his tea on the table, he set out to search the house for the wandering toddler.
"Spike?" he called. He was nowhere to be seen on the first floor, so Giles checked upstairs.
When he came into the hallway, he didn't have to look far.
Spike was scribbling furiously on the wall with a bright, red crayon.
"Spike, no!"
He looked up, a michievious grin on his face. Then he took off down the hall, dragging the crayon purposely on the wall as he ran.
Giles sighed and chased after him.
Spike reached the end of the hall and dodged into Buffy's room. He ran around the bed. As Giles came around it, also, he dived under the bed and scuttled on the floor. Giles reached for him, but by the time he got on his knees, Spike was out the other end and running through the door with a gleeful squeal.
Giles huffed as he stood and went back after him.
Spike was halfway down the stairs when Giles reached the top. Giles was afraid Spike was try and go faster if he saw Giles coming, and then fall. So he made no move until Spike reached the last step, then dashed down them, fulling intending on catching this toddler that was somehow outrunning a grown man.
As he reached the last step, Giles somehow managed to slip and fell on the floor in front of the door. He groaned, rolling onto his back.
"Uncle Giles!" Buffy called in a sing-song voice as she skipped into the hall. She stopped at his head and looked down curiously at him. "Uncle Giles?" When he didn't answer, she screamed, "UNCLE GILES!"
Giles jumped. "What? What?"
"Did you fall?" Buffy asked calmly.
Giles rested his head on the floor. "Yes."
"Do you gots a boo-boo?"
Giles sighed. "No. Get Spike please."
Buffy nodded and trotted off, yelling, "Spi-ike! You're in trou-ble!"
Giles was starting to stand up when the door opened.
"Willow!" Giles breathed.
Willow looked bewildered, a sleeping Tara in her arms. "Giles? What happened? What's on your clothes?"
"Ketchup. And honey."
Willow raised an eyebrow, then closed her eyes and laughed silently.
"This isn't funny!" he cried.
"C'mon," Willow said, motioning for him to follow her in the kitchen. "Where are the kids?"
Giles gestured around him. "In the house. That all I know. I just saw Buffy a moment ago."
Willow shook her head. "Stand still." Once Giles ceased his movements, she gestured at him and said, "Spretred," clearly.
Giles looked down and saw with relief that his clothes were once agian clean. "I would be the first one to tell you when you are out of line when using magic, but at the moment I am very thankful you are a witch."
Willow smiled proudly.
"I would do that to the rest of the house, also, though," said Giles.
Willow gave him a questioning look.
"Don't ask."
Willow shrugged and shifted Tara on her other hip. "The doctor gave me some medicine," she said, holding up a bottle. "They said to give it to her two a day, and to keep it refridgerated."
She moved to stick it in the door of the fridge, and the calender on the freezer caught her eye. Suddenly, Willow's eyes widened with realization.
"Giles! Look! The full moon! It's in two days!" Willow squealed, turning to him. "We can turn them back in two days!"
TBC
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now, I personally dont think that was up to my normal standards, but I figure that you people were so ready for a new chapter that you couldnt care less as long as its readable. Anyway, i am sorry for takin so long. I was going to make the story a little longer, but i really wanna round this story up for i run out of interest in Buffy fics that the last chaps sound completely dull. Thanks to all those that reveiwed and sent me e-mail! I love you guys!!!!!
