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Tara pushed open the door of the magic Box and looked around in horror at the destruction. Buffy saw it the next second. Without speaking, Tara ran through to the back of the shop to try to locate her girlfriend.
"Willow! Anya!" Buffy checked around, under the counter, and round the corners of the shop.
Tara ran back in the panic now evident on her face, "They're not back there either. They're gone. Buffy, something's been here and Willow's gone."
Buffy gripped Tara's hand, "Don't worry. We'll get her back. Come on, this thing's probably leaving a huge trail.
* * *
Willow flicked over the pages of the book. There was nothing in here that was even close to being helpful. Though Anya wasn't helping either. She had to be the worst driver ever to get a license. "You know I don't even know how we made that guy, because . . .wow, advanced."
Anya frowned, "Nobody made him, he must have been trapped in that crystal and you released him."
"I released him? No this feels like a 'we' thing. Or a 'you' thing. It definitely feels like a 'you' thing."
Anya rolled her eyes and then quickly stopped because of the way the car swerved with her actions, "Look, just find the reversal spell. And hurry look what he did to that lamp-post"
"I'm trying. Put the top up the pages are all blow-y."
Anya was amazed at the girl's stupidity, "Well, I don't know how to put the top up I only just figured out what the left peddle does. It makes us stop."
Anya pressed the brake sharply to illustrate her point. Willow felt her stomach clench in horror. Well that certainly explained the worst driver ever to get a license thing. Oh, wait. She hadn't! "You don't know how to drive? Why didn't you say you didn't know how to drive?"
"Well, I couldn't know if I could until I tried could I?"
Willow tried to breath and came herself, "There's an overgrown . . ."
Anya interrupted impatiently, "Troll."
"What?"
"Troll on the loose. Now hold on, I'm going to push the right peddle harder, I expect us to accelerate."
Willow gripped the handle to the door, "There's a troll on the loose and you're going to CRASH GILES' CAR!"
Anya seemed to miss the tone of her voice and simply clarified, "It's likely we're going very fast. You should have listened to me and not done the spell. Giles put me in charge."
"Giles can be an idiot. The smart kind but still."
"Look, will you just find the spell."
Before Willow had time, to make a decent answer Anya had taken the car around the corner at speed and several pages blew away, "Oh. That's gone."
* * *
Xander ordered a beer and big plate of nuts. He was pissed off. Listening to his girlfriend argue with his friend was not exactly high on his list of 'fun things to do'. He wasn't looking where he was going as he was wrapped up in his thoughts and he ran straight into someone.
The blond haired English someone looked up, "Hey, watch it mate."
Xander sighed inwardly, so not what he needed right now, "Spike. Don't let me stop you from not being here."
Spike smirked and pretended to go all school-girly, "I was here first."
Xander grimaced, "Ah ha. Go away."
Spike felt the urge to smack the guy in the head but he swallowed it as best he could, "Now why would I do that when it's bugging you so much having me here." Spike took a deep breath and tried to be . . .nice. "Something bothering you Harris?"
Xander seemed shocked, "Um. No, well yes, but no."
Spike sighed, "Women trouble?"
Xander frowned, "How did you know?"
"What else is there in the world that can bother a bloke so much? Apart from, you know, well making sex illegal."
Xander smiled slightly. "Yeah, you're right. But this time it's women, thank god. Not the whole sex thing."
"Let me guess. Willow and Anya are still fighting over you and it's wearing a little thin."
"How did you know Willow and Anya were fighting over me."
Spike smirked, "Do you really think that I'm that blind? They've been getting that going on for weeks."
"How've you seen it coming when I missed it?"
The boy really was an idiot, "I've been around about a hundred years longer than you."
Xander inclined his head, "Yeah, I guess you have."
* * *
Anya was still trying to follow that damn thing's trail. She wouldn't have thought that in a place as small as Sunnydale an enormous troll was going to be so hard to track. And whatever the witch said, it wasn't her fault, okay well the making of the damn thing was her fault but the actual releasing of him wasn't. She had only meant to make him suffer in some horrible and unimaginable way, and a troll had been what she had thought of at the time. She was deliberately not bringing, the whole 'I created him' thing up with Willow. That was just going to make it sound like the witch was right, and she wasn't. She just . . . wasn't.
* * *
"So, I get that you're together, but how did it happen? I mean, I've promised Buffy that I'll be nice and I'm trying to be, but how in the hell did it start?"
Spike smirked, "Don't really know. I just, well I always knew that she was beautiful and well, definitely worthy of a good shag but . . ."
Xander held up a hand with a groan, "Too much information, graphic mental pictures coming to mind, I only meant, how did one of you make a move?"
Spike shrugged his shoulders, "I decided that I wanted to so I just kissed her."
Xander stared at Spike with something akin to awe, "You just kissed her, without knowing if she wanted to be kissed? How did you know that she wouldn't like, tell you that you were nothing and that she wasn't interested?"
"I didn't know for definite. I just wanted her so I tried my luck, and got lucky."
"Wow. I don't think that I would have the nerve to try something like that. I just . . . I mean, Anya actually made the first move with us."
Spike frowned, "Really? I guess that it shouldn't really be surprising. She does seem pretty confident. Did she ask you to dinner or something?"
Xander smiled and blushed, "Uh, well the first time she asked me to the prom. But then she did a runner rather than stay and face off with the mayor. When she came back, she pretty much just came into my house and took her clothes of."
"I take it you got the message as to her intentions then?" Spike laughed.
"Loud and clear."
* * *
About half an hour and six beers each later the two men were getting rather drunk. They were a bit slow on the uptake as something very large kicked in the door.
Distribution: Sure why not.
Tara pushed open the door of the magic Box and looked around in horror at the destruction. Buffy saw it the next second. Without speaking, Tara ran through to the back of the shop to try to locate her girlfriend.
"Willow! Anya!" Buffy checked around, under the counter, and round the corners of the shop.
Tara ran back in the panic now evident on her face, "They're not back there either. They're gone. Buffy, something's been here and Willow's gone."
Buffy gripped Tara's hand, "Don't worry. We'll get her back. Come on, this thing's probably leaving a huge trail.
* * *
Willow flicked over the pages of the book. There was nothing in here that was even close to being helpful. Though Anya wasn't helping either. She had to be the worst driver ever to get a license. "You know I don't even know how we made that guy, because . . .wow, advanced."
Anya frowned, "Nobody made him, he must have been trapped in that crystal and you released him."
"I released him? No this feels like a 'we' thing. Or a 'you' thing. It definitely feels like a 'you' thing."
Anya rolled her eyes and then quickly stopped because of the way the car swerved with her actions, "Look, just find the reversal spell. And hurry look what he did to that lamp-post"
"I'm trying. Put the top up the pages are all blow-y."
Anya was amazed at the girl's stupidity, "Well, I don't know how to put the top up I only just figured out what the left peddle does. It makes us stop."
Anya pressed the brake sharply to illustrate her point. Willow felt her stomach clench in horror. Well that certainly explained the worst driver ever to get a license thing. Oh, wait. She hadn't! "You don't know how to drive? Why didn't you say you didn't know how to drive?"
"Well, I couldn't know if I could until I tried could I?"
Willow tried to breath and came herself, "There's an overgrown . . ."
Anya interrupted impatiently, "Troll."
"What?"
"Troll on the loose. Now hold on, I'm going to push the right peddle harder, I expect us to accelerate."
Willow gripped the handle to the door, "There's a troll on the loose and you're going to CRASH GILES' CAR!"
Anya seemed to miss the tone of her voice and simply clarified, "It's likely we're going very fast. You should have listened to me and not done the spell. Giles put me in charge."
"Giles can be an idiot. The smart kind but still."
"Look, will you just find the spell."
Before Willow had time, to make a decent answer Anya had taken the car around the corner at speed and several pages blew away, "Oh. That's gone."
* * *
Xander ordered a beer and big plate of nuts. He was pissed off. Listening to his girlfriend argue with his friend was not exactly high on his list of 'fun things to do'. He wasn't looking where he was going as he was wrapped up in his thoughts and he ran straight into someone.
The blond haired English someone looked up, "Hey, watch it mate."
Xander sighed inwardly, so not what he needed right now, "Spike. Don't let me stop you from not being here."
Spike smirked and pretended to go all school-girly, "I was here first."
Xander grimaced, "Ah ha. Go away."
Spike felt the urge to smack the guy in the head but he swallowed it as best he could, "Now why would I do that when it's bugging you so much having me here." Spike took a deep breath and tried to be . . .nice. "Something bothering you Harris?"
Xander seemed shocked, "Um. No, well yes, but no."
Spike sighed, "Women trouble?"
Xander frowned, "How did you know?"
"What else is there in the world that can bother a bloke so much? Apart from, you know, well making sex illegal."
Xander smiled slightly. "Yeah, you're right. But this time it's women, thank god. Not the whole sex thing."
"Let me guess. Willow and Anya are still fighting over you and it's wearing a little thin."
"How did you know Willow and Anya were fighting over me."
Spike smirked, "Do you really think that I'm that blind? They've been getting that going on for weeks."
"How've you seen it coming when I missed it?"
The boy really was an idiot, "I've been around about a hundred years longer than you."
Xander inclined his head, "Yeah, I guess you have."
* * *
Anya was still trying to follow that damn thing's trail. She wouldn't have thought that in a place as small as Sunnydale an enormous troll was going to be so hard to track. And whatever the witch said, it wasn't her fault, okay well the making of the damn thing was her fault but the actual releasing of him wasn't. She had only meant to make him suffer in some horrible and unimaginable way, and a troll had been what she had thought of at the time. She was deliberately not bringing, the whole 'I created him' thing up with Willow. That was just going to make it sound like the witch was right, and she wasn't. She just . . . wasn't.
* * *
"So, I get that you're together, but how did it happen? I mean, I've promised Buffy that I'll be nice and I'm trying to be, but how in the hell did it start?"
Spike smirked, "Don't really know. I just, well I always knew that she was beautiful and well, definitely worthy of a good shag but . . ."
Xander held up a hand with a groan, "Too much information, graphic mental pictures coming to mind, I only meant, how did one of you make a move?"
Spike shrugged his shoulders, "I decided that I wanted to so I just kissed her."
Xander stared at Spike with something akin to awe, "You just kissed her, without knowing if she wanted to be kissed? How did you know that she wouldn't like, tell you that you were nothing and that she wasn't interested?"
"I didn't know for definite. I just wanted her so I tried my luck, and got lucky."
"Wow. I don't think that I would have the nerve to try something like that. I just . . . I mean, Anya actually made the first move with us."
Spike frowned, "Really? I guess that it shouldn't really be surprising. She does seem pretty confident. Did she ask you to dinner or something?"
Xander smiled and blushed, "Uh, well the first time she asked me to the prom. But then she did a runner rather than stay and face off with the mayor. When she came back, she pretty much just came into my house and took her clothes of."
"I take it you got the message as to her intentions then?" Spike laughed.
"Loud and clear."
* * *
About half an hour and six beers each later the two men were getting rather drunk. They were a bit slow on the uptake as something very large kicked in the door.