A/N: Hey. Time for Chapter 2. As I mentioned, this one will be written from scratch by me. There will still be notes made about what happened in the past that could be considered spoiler material, but it is mostly new.

For the title of this chapter, I will say I did take it as an alteration of season 4's episode 'Who Are You?'. However, beyond that, there is no similarities between this story and the season 4 episode.

Oh, and to note, I forgot to put it into the first chapter, this WILL be W/T for the majority of it, although for the first few episodes it will basically be a reserved thing by the two, mostly subtle actions and not so subtle thoughts. X/C and B/A will occur during the 2nd season, like in the real thing, but I'm not sure how long I'll let them last (though I don't think X/C will last, since I find that pair just slightly annoying). Also, there will be more Willow/Xander friendship, since I feel they didn't show it as much as I believe they should have in the actual series. Sue me if you don't like it. Well, actually, don't. PLEASE!

Ahem. Anyway, just because I think it's worth it, I'd like to respond to the review by manticore-gurl071134 just because I'm so flattered by it:

Manticore – I'm glad someone likes my idea. I've seen so many "Willow meets Tara in Season (insert season here)" where Tara is still Tara, but something has caused her to come to Sunnydale a year or 2 early, or to never come to Sunnydale until after season 4. The reason I got tired of those was because there's no new story for Tara. It's the same old 'left home to go to college to get away from her icky family'. This idea gives a fresh look at a possible past for Tara, where things change, but she's still the same character. Plus, bringing her in for the beginning was pretty inviting, too. Oh, and as for Jesse, it's just the first chapter. He'll show up pretty often, though he's fair game if I decide to kill him, due to him not being a core scooby. :)

Well, now on to the story. Enjoy!


Spoilers: None of note, though there may still be some spoilers for the first 2 episodes of the real series, though, nothing beyond what was already revealed in the last chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't think Joss et al. is dumb enough to waste his time on some lowly creature having fun with his world that he so obviously messed up, so I'm not going to say anything to save me from that. However, because I respect the owners of the site, I'd just like to mention that I got a lot of the information for my stories from www.buffyworld.com/. Thank you guys for your wonderful transcripts, even if the fight descriptions suck! :)

Summary: As the group tries to get used to the idea of supernatural beings, Buffy find herself in a brain-less situation, in more ways then one!

Legend: Still the same as previous, though if there are flashbacks, they'll appear in italics.





Buffy: The Vampire Slayer – My Way!


Season 1: Once Again, From The Top


By: David Armstrong (With Help From Joss Whedon)


Episode 2: Who Am I?






It was the end of Buffy's third day at Sunnydale High, and she found herself surprisingly starting to like the place. It had a feel to it that she hadn't had since, well, since before she was called as the Chosen One. The bustle of the students, the laughter, the teachers shouting. Yes, this was very familiar to Buffy.

"Of course, Giles has to ruin that. Why did I agree to this, anyway?" Buffy asked herself, frustrated. Of course, it was Tara that had told her that she might as well do it, though she admitted that Willow and Xander had to be a part of the reason she agreed, too.

The two were beginning to become an important part of her life, she knew. They had spent the past day exchanging stories. Ok, so Xander had forced Buffy to tell her life-experiences as a slayer, though she was happy to share them.

Reaching the library, Buffy snapped out of her day-dream, and wandered into the room. She was surprised when she saw Willow and Xander sitting at the table, reading books. Well, Willow was reading a book, while Xander kept pointing at things, and smiling stupidly.

"And that. That is so cool! I mean, who wouldn't want to have horns like that. Oh, well…I guess we don't. But still! That's so cool!" Xander rambled, getting a horrid look from Willow, and a humored glance from Buffy, though he never noticed the latter.

"I thought that the library was off-limits right now," Buffy said, startling the pair.

"Oh, Buffy. We thought we'd come in and get in some studying. Well, not studying as in the school work type studying. But, if you don't want us here," Willow babbled on, once again causing Buffy to hold in her laughter.

"N-no, it's alright by me," Buffy reassured the two before they could get up. "I'm wondering about what Giles thinks. Where is he, anyway?"

"Well, you are over 10 minutes late. He went out looking for you. I'm sure he'll be back soon," Xander replied, casting what he hoped was a stern look at Buffy. When she just stared at him, he rolled it into a grin, and turned back to the book.

"Well, why don't we engross ourselves into that book of yours? I'm not up with the latest in Demonology. Perhaps I've missed something in these pass few months," Buffy said, moving towards the two lifetime friends.

"Few months? What have you been doing in that time, hiding in a den?" Xander asked.

"Well, there are nasty things that live in dens. I looked more at houses that I don't invite strange things into," Buffy replied.

The two still had a lot to learn about the world of the undead. At that moment, Willow managed to shoot that point home for Buffy.

"Invite? Why invite?" She asked, confused.

"Most creatures need to be invited into private places. They can walk into a public place like, say, the Bronze, but they can't enter your house unless you say something like 'please come in, nasty dead thing,'" Buffy explained. She then added, as an afterthought: "Apparently, zombies don't fit under that category, though."

Upon the blank stare, Buffy got ready to enter her long story mode. However, Giles walked in, causing her to turn around and shoot a glare at the figure.

"You have the worst timing ever. I guess you are a watcher, then," Buffy said, annoyed.

"Oh. Well, um," Giles stumbled, trying to grasp a hold of some way to respond to the slayer. "If you'd been here on time, none of this would have happened, now would it?"

The weak argument had Buffy staring blankly at the poor watcher. The two sitting at the table were intently looking at the book again, which caught his attention.

"And you two, aren't you supposed to be off school grounds by now?" Giles said, staring pointedly at the unsuspecting pair. Looking up, both pointed at their chests, before getting up to walk out.

As the two slouched out of the room, Buffy spoke up. "I'm sure Tara's not exactly enjoying trying to survive at home right now. Why don't you go over and save her? She probably would be happy to tell you the story herself."

As the two nodded wildly, Buffy watched them run off out of the school library, with Willow squealing and Xander apparently quite a ways ahead.

Looking back at her watcher, Buffy couldn't help but grin.

"Are you sure that was wise?" He asked her. All he got in return was an odd look, and a frown.

"What do you mean? I'm wise. I don't do anything not wise," Buffy said, defending herself rather lamely.

"Well, it's enough that they know you're the slayer, but do you really have to indulge them in your life history?" Giles said, giving a disapproving look at Buffy.

"W-well, knowing I'm the slayer, they're in danger. I-if I tell them what I've done, perhaps they can take it as experience that they haven't experienced," Buffy said, attempting to lessen Giles' anxiety. "Besides, with the guests, my mother won't notice I'm not around."

Shaking his head, Giles got down to business. He had a slayer to train.





As Xander finally stopped running, he looked back, trying to catch his breath, and caught sight of the redhead who was struggling to hurry up to him. As Willow stopped, she somehow managed to take a couple quick deep breaths as she attempted to catch hers as well.

"Xander," She began. She had to stop before she could get another word out, as she tried to get her breathing to even out once again. "Xander," She repeated, as she managed to breathe normally, though still a little deeply. "How come you are not on the track team?"

"Well, that involves running for no reason. I don't like that kind of exertion," he replied, looking at her.

"In other words, you're a lazy bum?" She replied, smiling. The smile quickly disappeared when Xander got an evil glint in his eye. Turning around, Willow ran screaming down the street, attempting to remind herself of the path to Buffy's house.

It's Tara's house, too, Willow reminded herself. Suddenly, she wondered why she felt so aggressive when she did so.

As she hit the driveway she mostly remembered due to the 4x4 in it she had seen the past two days, first when the group went to pick up supplies, and secondly when they saw Buffy and Tara picked up in it after school the other day, the thought ran out of Willow's mind as she ran up to ring the doorbell quickly. Looking over her shoulder, Willow watched Xander's deliberately slow approach, and turned back to the door, basically trying to will it open.

As Xander finally made his way up the porch, he quickly had Willow squirming on the ground with laughter while he pulled his best 'tickle-monster' impression.

As they heard the door open, Xander quickly regained his feet and attempted to look as normal as possible. Willow had a tougher time, and ended up only being able to look up as the person opening the door became visible.

Suddenly, Willow felt her stomach tighten as she got a clear look at Tara standing in the doorway. As she continued to gawk, she somehow realized she was still lying on the grass, slightly out of breath from the running, and the laughing. She didn't know what to make of the feeling in her stomach, so she shrugged it off and stood beside Xander.

"Hey," Xander spoke up tentatively. "Buffy said, um, to drop by. She has to train with Giles, and we don't have any plans tonight, so we thought we'd get acquainted with this place."

"S-sure," Tara replied, shyly moving aside to let the guests in.

Leading them to the living room, she took a seat on a chair, while the two self-proclaimed 'guests' took a seat across from her on their couch.

"So, B-Buffy recommended our house of boxes to you to check out to fill you plan-less night?" Tara asked, skeptical.

"W-well, not exactly," Willow replied.

"She was going to tell us another wacky tale before Giles interrupted. So, we came here, on her advice, to let you tell it," Xander said, not letting Willow finish her sentence. Although, in his defense, Willow wasn't sure she would have been able to while she stared straight forward at Tara. The only words that were filtering through Willow's mind at the moment were; "what is wrong with me?"

"W-which one, exactly?" Tara asked, hesitantly. Buffy loved to brag a bit about herself, but Tara never had the nerve to do the same.

"Um. Something about zombies. Sounded pretty cool," Xander said, looking over at Willow for confirmation.

Slowly noticing the glance beside her, Willow turned, before nodding her head absent-mindedly. Xander didn't let that go unnoticed, and though he didn't say anything, he was suddenly curious about his old friend's behavior the past few minutes.

"Oh, right, I-I remember that," Tara said, shuddering at the thought. "Well, we were at a party, and a-as I recall, Buffy and I w-were having an argument about..." Tara paused, as her face went though a couple more emotions before she continued, "Well, s-s-something that I hadn't t-told her, and, as always, we were n-near a window, and the next thing we knew, i-it was broken, and there were three pale, u-ugly people standing around us. Since they came through the window without any barrier blocking them, we knew they weren't v-vampires, and it also cancelled out a number of other possibilities, since most of them need invites. You knew that, right?" She asked, pausing to catch the two nod. "Anyway, she m-managed to find out that they were zombies, and that they were being controlled by s-something around the neck of one of them. So, she cut off its head, grabbed the object, and broke it in half, which caused the other two to disappear, but the third kept advancing without its head. At that moment, I r-recalled that the object controlling them needed to be completely destroyed, so I grabbed it up, and threw it into a fireplace. Of course, it cause the f-fire to explode, which knocked us both back into la-la land. On the bright side, it did work."

"Wow," was all that Xander could let out, as he sat transfixed on Tara.

Willow, on the other hand, couldn't speak at all, and also had her eyes glued to Tara, though neither of the other occupants of the room knew the real reason why. Though she had figured out what was happening to her in the past few minutes, Willow still refused to acknowledge it, even though the fact that she just couldn't tear her eyes off Tara wouldn't remove itself from her mind.

"Well, I'm going to check up with mom. I'm sure she's trying to find something to talk to at the moment," Tara said, getting up. "You guys here just for the story, or would you be interested in a special meal?"

"That sounds good. Anything would beat takeout at my place," Xander answered with a smile.

As Willow continued her staring, she felt a nudge, and quickly nodded, throwing in a mindless 'uh huh' as Tara made her way up the stairs.

Xander, this time, didn't let Willow's drifting go unquestioned, and he inquired about what was up. "What's going on in that computer brain of yours, Will?"

"Huh?" She responded, still a little dazed. "Oh, umm, well, I'm still not used to this whole supernatural thing. I mean, headless zombies? That's a tough concept for anyone to get their head around."

Letting it pass, Xander managed to nod his head as he let his mind wander a little as well.





Meanwhile, Tara was heading towards her mother's room. Her mind, however, was lying in a land that was covered in red.

Despite her rather relaxed nature on the outside, she was extremely edgy inside while near Willow. She'd gotten to know her quite well on a number of levels, though for the most part, they still mostly just talked about school work, and studied while together.

From what she'd gathered so far, Tara knew that Willow was as shy as she was, but had a mouth that could have run a horseless buggy for a couple months.

She also found herself testing out a technique she'd read in a book recently on Willow. While they were studying in the school library, she closed her eyes, and focused on Willow, trying to get a sense of what she was feeling. It was the moment that Tara figured was causing what appeared to her as a crush. What she saw was that Willow was extremely selfless and caring.

As words, and finding out people were like that through experience was one thing, Tara had told herself that night. But when you feel them like that, it's so overwhelming.

There was one other thing she noticed, and she fought hard to ignore it at the time. Willow was obviously very unsatisfied with herself. Tara surmised that Willow wanted to do everything, and even too much, that was in her power to make others happy, and Tara knew this could be a bad thing if the wrong person felt that way. However, for the time being, Tara saw nothing beyond extreme frustration coming out of Willow's feelings.

As Tara found herself standing in her mother's room, she noticed her mother walking out of the room, and instantly recalled the words she said while in her, excuse the pun, zombie-like state.

*Flashback*

"Mom? I've asked my friends…Um, our friends, if they want to stay for dinner." Tara said.

"Oh, that's great, honey. Should I get the china from the basement?" Her mother replied, heading down the stairs before getting her answer.

*End flashback*


Ok, so Tara's mind was living in the land covered in red. Hurrying down after her mother, she attempted to try and downplay her friend's eat-over.

"I don't think it's china-worthy, mom. They're friends, not potential sellers for your gallery or something," Tara tried, though she already knew it was fruitless.

"Any guests of my daughters are china-worthy. And besides, I don't want to chat over paper plates," her mother replied.

"W-well, I guess we do need to unpack quite a bit, don't we?" Tara said, remembering that their everyday plates were still sitting in a box somewhere in the kitchen.

As she watched her mother descend into the basement, she decided to head back to Willow and Xander, who were in the middle of a chat about pencils of some sort.

"Hey, guys? Umm, just a warning, but mom's gotten the china set. That means a lot of talking. I wouldn't talk too much until then," she said, slightly humored.

"Great!" Xander said, though the comment didn't have the zing it should have.





"Mmmm. That was great," Xander said, leaning back against his chair, more from exhaustion from talking almost non-stop the past hour than the heavy feeling in his stomach.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Tara shouted from the kitchen.

"I don't think I want to see anything else," Willow shouted back, groaning as she attempted to ease her stomach's protests towards the food that she had eaten.

The giggle she got from the kitchen caused Willow's head to rise quickly, and ears to perk up. She'd never heard such a sound. It had that sound similar to a bell or chime ringing, but still had a strange quality to it that made it almost attractive to Willow.

Gawking towards the entrance to the kitchen, Willow somehow managed to regain control of her motor skills and forced her head away. However, she found herself making eye contact with Buffy, who had a strangely satisfied, not to mention smug, grin on her face. Looking down, Willow didn't process the look on Buffy's face.

Asking to be excused to the bathroom, Willow stepped out of the kitchen, and headed upstairs as she recalled Mrs. Summers' ranting about the single-bathroom house.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Willow put her chin in her hands, and groaned.

"Have I gone insane? I hear a laugh and I go all googlie–eyed. I've probably managed to freak Buffy out at the same time, and Xander is all with the curiosity. What have I gotten myself into?" She ranted. "Though she is pretty cute, and smart, and she understands me better than Xander even...wait a minute, what am I saying?"

A knock on the door and Buffy's voice startled Willow suddenly. "Willow, you ok? We've been waiting for you for a while now."

Getting up, Willow quickly flushed the toilet, and then went to wash her hands thoroughly. She always seemed to think better when she was sitting alone by herself, but she didn't want anyone else to know this. Not even Xander.

Meeting Buffy in the hallway, Willow stared at her nervously, not sure what she would find. All she saw, though, was a curious glance, and then a look she'd never seen before.

"Hey. You free tomorrow? After the fiasco at the Bronze, I was wanting to check out some more hangouts. I could use someone who knows the place," Buffy asked.

"Sh-sure. The Espresso Pump is a pretty good place for a daytime thing," Willow responded. She promptly stopped herself before she could start to babble. It had become hard for her to do so the past few days with anyone.

"Cool, sounds like a date," Buffy said, heading down the stairs, leaving Willow somewhat shell-shocked.





"You know, I find it slightly gratifying to find another 16-year-old that likes coffee. There aren't enough of us," Buffy said, sitting down at a seat in the middle of the Espresso Pump.

"Oh, no. N-not coffee," Willow said, beginning to babble. "Just mocha's. Well, a mocha is coffee, but plain coffee, nuh-uh. I can't stand..."

"I think I get it," Buffy cut off, grinning. She had business to attend to here, and whether Tara liked it or not, she was going to complete it. Besides, she'd seen enough to know that what she had planned would not completely embarrass neither Tara nor herself.

"So, you and Tara have hit it off, huh? It's great to see her with a new friend," Buffy said after they'd ordered their 'non-coffee mocha's', as Willow put it.

"Uh. W-well, s-she's a smart girl. Um, woman. Umm, well, person. And, um, well, I guess it's sort of natural to lo---uh, LIKE, a girl like that," Willow said, tripping and falling over her words. Buffy, however, played it cool, ignoring Willow's giveaways.

"Ya know, you're about all she talks about. She's so happy that someone else loves school as much as her. Not many of those in LA," Buffy hinted. She knew that it wasn't school that Tara talked about Willow, but it was about as far as she could go with it.

"Really?" Willow replied, a little too loudly. A couple people in a table a few rows down hushed them quickly. "W-well, I g-guess that's kinda natural. Err, to talk about new friends, I mean," Willow attempted to cover. Once again, as Buffy expected, she failed miserably.

Suddenly, there was a high shriek from the street, and, to even Buffy's surprise, she saw an odd-looking figure walking rather casually down the street.

"This is a strange town. Since when do demons roam the streets during the day?" Buffy asked herself.

"W-well, I've never seen one during the day before. And anyway, aren't they, like, allergic to sunlight or something?" Willow replied, trying to act casual. It wasn't working, though, as she felt herself begin to panic.

"Guess this guy's got guts. No worries, though, I don't think he'll be a problem," Buffy replied, slightly easing Willow's anxiety.

Getting up, Buffy walked over to the strange creature, grabbed him by the arms, and threw him into a near-by alley.

"I guess she's done this before," Willow quipped to herself, getting up to get a better angle to watch the scene, not to mention bring Buffy's supplies to where it was needed.

Turning into the alley, Willow found Buffy crouched in the corner, looking as though she'd just taken a hard punch. Turned away from the demon, Buffy didn't know it was advancing rather quickly towards her. Willow, however, did.

"Buffy, watch out!" She shouted, which caused Buffy to quickly rise from her crouching position, turn around, and deliver a couple quick blows to the midsection of the creature, which sent it flying into the garbage bin in the far corner, effectively snapping its neck.

"Wow. That was cool!" Willow quipped, walking up to assist Buffy, who seemed a little shell shocked.

"Yeah, it was. Umm...How did I do that?" Buffy asked.





"She doesn't know who she is?" Giles asked again to a very agitated Willow.

It was now early evening, and Willow had tried everything she could think of, including reverse psychology...

*Flashback*

"Ok, Buffy," Willow tried, after asking a bunch of questions. It was obvious that either Buffy had somehow lost her memories, or this was some strange test to see just how inept Willow was to these situations. "You don't know you're the slayer. That's cool. We'll just head home, and then we can stop this charade."

"Slayer? Charade? Willow, that doesn't make sense," Buffy replied. "And just what is that thing, anyway?"

Buffy walked up to it, finding the look on the creatures face just a little intimidating. Willow, on the other hand, was shocked. Buffy remembered her name, but somehow didn't remember that she was the slayer.

"Damn, we need to find Giles," Willow muttered.

"Giles? Mr. Giles? The school librarian?" Buffy replied. "Why do we need to find him? Does he have books on strange-looking creatures?"

Buffy laughed at her joke, but it continued to confuse willow.

Shrugging, she grabbed Buffy by the arm, and led the two out, forgetting to pay for their mochas.

*End Flashback*


"Well, that's the interesting thing. She knows who she is, but she doesn't know anything about being a slayer, or about the creature we ran into," Willow replied.

"And what did this creature look like?" Giles replied, heading towards his bookcase.

"Big, ugly, and a very badly painted on mask. He was icky. And how did I hit him so hard?" Buffy replied from her seat in the living room. "And how can I hear you guys?"

"I-I dunno, Buffy. We'll figure this out," Willow replied, not sure exactly how to handle the situation.

"Is that the best description you can give me?" Giles asked, growing irritated as well. It seemed to be an epidemic that was quickly spreading through the room.

"Umm. Well, it had some strange bumps on its head, um, near the forehead, and it was able to walk in light, and it didn't have any sharp teeth. Oh, and its arms were cone-shaped," Willow replied, grinning in victory from her memories.

After thinking for a second, Giles picked up a book and turned quickly to a page. "Like this?"

"Yes! Yes!" Willow replied, excitedly. Realizing her outburst, she quickly settled herself, before replying again. "Yeah, that's it."

Reading quickly, Giles groaned. "It has the ability to alter the mind of any person. Anything that happened in the past could be taken, but they cannot take memories of an object or person's name. I'd figure they were able to erase all her memories from the past as the slayer, and the truth that she is the slayer."

"Is there some way to fix it?" Willow asked, unsure if she wanted the answer.

"Umm," Giles said, continuing to scan through the book. "Oh, yes. Oh. Dear Lord."

After waiting for Giles to continue for a couple moments, Willow was getting a little impatient. "What?"

"A family member has to drink a special mixture with the demon's blood in it," Giles started. Willow gave an 'eww' expression before he continued. "Then, the family member must remain in direct physical contact with the affected person for an hour."

"W-well, I guess Tara will have to do it," Willow replied, before getting an upset look. "Does Tara really have to do it?"

"Yes, and she'd better do it quickly," Giles said, as he quickly read the page over again. "Because the old memories that were removed will be replaced slowly by memories from the demon."





"I have to do what?" Tara shrieked. She didn't like this, though she knew she didn't have much of a choice.

"Drink a demon's blood. I know, I don't like the thought of it either, but Buffy's going to become evil if we don't, or at least is going to go crazy with thoughts from that demon's past," Willow replied as they walked towards the Espresso Pump.

"I hope they didn't take away the demon," Tara replied.

"I doubt it. It was pretty well hidden," Willow replied as she rounded the corner into the alleyway. Not surprisingly, the creature was still there. However, it was decomposing at an extremely fast rate.

"We have to hurry. At this rate, there'll be nothing left of him within a couple hours," Willow said, hurrying over to pick up the now almost feather-light creature.

"And we have to drag this thing all the way back to Giles in this box? This is insane!" Tara said, before back-peddling. "Or, well, it's, um, a little flawed."

"Yeah, I know, but let's just get this over with, ok? This guy gives me the creaps," Willow replied, nodding.

As both grabbed a part of the demon, they unceremoniously shoved it into the medium-sized box they'd brought along with them. After each grabbing an end of the box, the two began to walk back towards where Giles was.





Standing in the middle of the kitchen in Giles' apartment, Tara was holding a flask of the demon's blood, which now included a couple other substances.

"No pictures, right?" Tara said, staring at the liquid with a scrunched up face.

Both Giles and Willow extended both arms, as to show they were empty. Satisfied, Tara tentatively pulled the flash towards her mouth, before lowering it quickly again.

"Are you sure it's the only solution?" She asked, perhaps for the hundredth time in the past hour.

"Yes. I assure you, again, that we looked for any alternate solution before we informed you," Giles replied impatiently. "Now, just get this over with!"

Slouching her shoulders, Tara brought her hand up again, and finally began quickly chugging the drink down.

Just as Tara was about to ask for the glass of water that was waiting on the table, they heard a knock at the door.

"I'll get it," Giles said, though since it was his house that was obvious.

Willow moved over to grab the glass of water, and then turned to get a glimpse of whoever was at the door.

"Hello, may I help you," Giles said when he got to the door. Standing there was Angel, looking slightly out of breath, though in the cold night air, his breath wasn't visible.

"Buffy's in trouble. I need to warn her," Angel said, though he had made no movement to enter the house yet.

"Oh, sure, now someone tells us. We know already...Hey, how do you know Buffy?" Tara said, confused.

"Um. Long story. Look, there's a group of demon's that are planning an ambush on her. Any idea where she is?"

"She's here with us. Why don't you come in and see for yourself?" Giles said.

"Thanks," Angel said, heading in. The second he was in, however, they heard the glass from the living room window break, followed by a frightened scream. As the 4 ran into the room, they caught sight of Buffy angrily throwing one to the side, while the other two were attempting to grab her arms.

"STOP!" Angel shouted, joining in the fight.

Very quickly, one of the demons were dead due to another broken neck, while Buffy attempted to subdue one of the others. The third, sitting confused in the middle of the room, quickly made a break for the window, attempting to get away. Tara, however, quickly cast a spell on the windowsill. The demon slipped on the now slippery wood, and fell backwards, unconscious, to the ground, just behind Buffy.

Going into the kitchen, Willow managed to find a good butcher knife, before heading back, and attempting to hand it to Buffy, who continued to struggle with the remaining demon. Finally, she grabbed a hold of the knife, and jabbed it into the chest of the demon, effectively killing it.

"Wow. Well done!" Willow congratulated. She was extremely freaked, however, and quickly fainted in the middle of the room.





Thankfully, the next day was a Sunday, so Willow, Buffy and Tara decided to head to the Espresso Pump to try and complete their earlier engagement.

"So, everything's back in that brain of yours?" Willow asked Buffy, looking at her with concern.

"Yeah. Still can't believe that even when I didn't know, I still fought those demons. Giles said it's a side-effect to attack the demons when you're infected, but I don't know if I should believe that," Buffy said, furrowing her brow.

"I'll believe it. He's got some great books there on everything. I mean, I barely gave him a description of the demon, and he found him right away. I say that warrants some trust in anything he says," Willow replied.

"Well, I'm just glad that I don't have to drink that stuff again. Yuck!" Tara said, making a bad face.

"Is that a horn on your head?" Buffy said, as she looked at Tara curiously, and somewhat concerned.

"WHAT!?" Tara screeched, bringing her hand up to her head. Finding nothing there, she glared at Buffy. "That wasn't funny!"

However, both Buffy and Willow didn't hear her, as they were caught up in their giggles. They also forgot about another thing. Gravity.

Both Buffy and Willow fell backwards on their chair at the same moment, causing them both to hit the ground. Now, it was Tara's turn to laugh.

"That's not funny," Willow tried to argue. "Wait a minute. You did that, didn't you?"

Tara just continued laughing, as the pair continued to rub their sore behinds.





The End





A/N: Well, there's episode 2. Perhaps too much W/T at the beginning, but that's something I want to have happen pretty quickly, so expect more in the next episode too. Speaking about next episode, I'm planning on doing 'Teacher's Pet" in a similar fashion to episode 1.

But, before I do that, I'm going to begin work on Flashback, which will be its official name. Expect chapter 1 out within 2 weeks.

Until then, though, happy reading!