Disclaimer: Don't own a thing. These things a really annoying, you know. If I did own Buffy or Harry Potter I would not be sitting in mismatched pajamas at 8:30 in the morning. Nor would I be failing English. Yay for summer school.

A/N: Yea so work plus school equal not being able to write as often as I once could. In all honesty I contemplated giving up the series. Not just this one, but also the other I've been writing and posting. So, here's hoping there are still a few people following the fic.

Now, something I need to address, which I find to be very important. This fic is under the Humor genre, but it hasn't funny enough. So as of this update, I'm changing the genre, it's not that I don't think I'm funny, because I most certainly do. I just feel that this is no longer a comedy. Hell, it's more of a Romance.

Thanks to all my reviewers!!

'Nuff talking, let's get to the goods!

Something to Talk About

This was good. Well okay, maybe it wasn't GOOD, but it was certainly an improvement. Having a slayer around is always a good thing, especially when this slayer was Buffy; she was back to bring down the bad guys. The only problem was that no one had spoke for the last ten minutes. Most of the people in Giles' living room felt it wasn't there business, so left the discussion to the Sunnydale natives.

The first thing the petite slayer did upon arriving at the Hellmouth, was go straight home, and beg forgiveness from her mother. The timing was apparently very impressive, as Joyce had come close to joining a book club in order to cope with losing her daughter. Communication had been restored, hugs were shared and tears were shed. Mrs. Summers even apologized to Giles for blaming the incident on the poor watcher. It had gone spectacularly if Buffy did say so herself.

That was then, and this is now, as the saying went. No one was talking, there had been a hug, but it had been one from Draco, in order to calm the slayer down. And the only person who was about to cry was Buffy herself. 'Maybe if Willow was here,' the blonde thought, 'she always makes things better. But no she's in Boston with one of Oz's brothers -Whoa to that- and some…'

Buffy didn't get to finish her thought, as the phone rang, startling everyone, except for Oz that is. A wrecking ball could crash through the apartment, and the wolf would barely flinch. The resident of the apartment made his way into the kitchen, sighing from the tension before picking up the ringing contraption.

"Yes?" the watcher answered, looking over the still disturbingly quiet reunion in the other room.

"Giles? It's Willow," was the reply, the Wiccan sounding a little out of breath. As she was, having spent the past hour chasing Faith's watcher around their apartment. The tables had been turned, as it seemed that Lesley had some experience in the ways of tickling, even managing to get Faith on several occasions.

Giles smiled into the phone, knowing that this call would make all the difference in the atmosphere of the room. "Willow, how are you? Everything going alright?" This statement, as predicted, made several people straighten up, and spread smiles across their faces.

"Oh, I'm great," the redhead exclaimed, "Boston is so much fun! Faith and Lesley are wicked cool and…" Willow trailed off when Giles started laughing, leaving the girl slightly confused. "What? What's funny?"

Giles cleared his throat, "Willow, you do realize you just said 'wicked' don't you?"

"Oh, no. This is all Faith's fault; she has an…affect on people. Let's just say it was a good move sending me, and not Xander."

"What do you mean," the watcher questioned, "what sort of 'affect' could she possibly have?"

Willow chuckled and, unbeknownst to Giles, ran her hand over the bandage on her upper right arm, "It's hard to explain over the phone, but you'll know what I mean when you meet her."

Giles perked up at this comment, "Meet her? Does that mean Faith will becoming back to Sunnydale with you and Ronald?" Once more, heads turned towards the phone, curiosity written over all of their faces.

"Yup, her watcher gave us the okay, in fact, Lesley is coming too. All we have to do is help them take down the local big bad, and the Hellmouth will have two permanent sets of slayers' and watchers'," Willow paused, taking in a deep breath before starting again, "Is she there Giles? Did you find her?"

Giles smiled warmly, drawing up his eyes to meet the pair belonging to his slayer. The blondes face brightened, seemingly knowing what Willow had said. "Yes, she's here, would you like to speak with her?"

"Yes," the girl answered without hesitation.

Giles motioned for Buffy to come to the phone, and was nearly knocked over by the shear force of her, when the slayer ran and snatched the phone away.

"Wills?"

"Buffy?" There was a long pause, and range of emotions had to be dealt with, and though there was silence, it wasn't the deafening and awkward kind that had plagued the room before Willow's call.

"Don't you ever do that to us again!" Willow reprimanded, once she had her bearings back.

"Wouldn't dream of it," the slayer confirmed, a fairly big smile taking over her expressions. Buffy shifted slightly, asking uncomfortably, "So, this new slayer, what's she like?"

Across the country, Willow looked over her shoulder at the girl in question, who was disinfecting Ron's tattoo. Turning back, she replied, "She's great. I mean she's nothing like you at all. Not that you aren't great, cause you know, you're Buffy, but she's Faith. I'm not making much sense. All that matters is that she's cool, and a good slayer, you'll definitely like her."

Buffy chuckled a little bit, "I'll have to take your word for it, until I meet her."

"We'll be home soon, just gotta take down this guy with hooves, it shouldn't be a problem."

"What?"

"Never mind. Is Oz around?"

Buffy shook her head in confusion, "Yea he is, one sec. Missed ya, Will."

"Yea, missed you too," Willow mumbled softly. It couldn't be said that the discomfort between the two best friends had been completely dissolved, mostly because that would be far too cliché. No, instead the girls promised to sit down and resolve their issues as soon as the redhead returned. The slayer then said her goodbyes to Willow, and handed the phone off to Oz, who was quietly waiting on the couch by his sister. Which is a strategic move by the author to redirect the storyline onto its core characters, Ginny and Oz.

"Hey," Oz said softly into the receiver.

"Hey," Willow replied, a smile creeping onto her face, "miss me?"

"Too much. You?"

"Back to three words I see," the redhead mused, "And yes, I miss you. Guess what?"

"What," the werewolf asked, now sporting his own grin.

"Okay you can't tell anyone, but I got a tattoo!"

There was a small pause, as Oz took a moment to process what his girlfriend said. Seeing the shocked look on her brother's face, Ginny couldn't help but open her inner ear to his thoughts.

"Holy shit," the twins spoke at the same time, earning them odd looks from Buffy and Draco, who hadn't been there long enough to hear about the twins' capabilities. The fact that there were more gifts to come was something that was lost on all of them.



Draco leaned up against the wall and ran a hand through his slicked back hair. He looked rather contemplative, which was fitting, considering that the wizard was thinking, "So you're saying that the two of you are involved in some sort of epic, but at the same time fairly vague prophecy?"

Ginny shifted her shoulders uncomfortably, "Well it isn't just Oz and myself, we're pretty sure that Buffy and this other slayer, Faith are involved."

"Yes, because one just wasn't enough for the PTB, I must set the record for most screwed over Slayer in history," Buffy commented in a dry and sarcastic tone.

After hanging up with Willow, and refusing to tell anyone what she said, Oz and Ginny went on to explain to the new arrivals why it was that they could hear and communicate through thoughts. The news wasn't going over well, to say the least, Buffy immediately showing negativity towards anything concerning predictions, while Draco was more worried about the safety of his girlfriend. Closing the Hellmouth, while it would certainly help Sunnydale as well as the world, was an incredibly dangerous exploit, and though the blonde had every faith in Ginny, he still didn't want to risk it.

"Fine," Oz stated, in a quiet but cool voice, "If you don't want to get involved, Buffy, than you don't have to. You have enough on your plate anyway, I'm sure Faith will be willing to help out." He stared down at his hands, not feeling the need to look at anyone in the room. Oz never had a set path, never had a future, and until meeting Willow, never cared about anything. Now not only did he care, but he had a cause, something to live for. Possibly die for. It was scary, but revitalizing, and no one would stop him from completing his destiny.

Ginny nodded her head, and met Draco's gaze full-on, "Draco, I love you, you know that, and your concern is touching," her tone then changed from gentle, to menacing, "But if you think for a second I'm going to stand back and let the 'big kids' take care of things, then I'm not sure you know who I am." She paused, only to walk over to where her boyfriend was, and lay a hand on his chest, "Do you know who I am? Let me tell you, I am the capable young woman who kicked your father's ass. And I'll gladly do the same to you if you ever try to make a decision for me again." With that, Ginny kissed him, not only silencing his chance at a rebuttal, but winning the argument as well.

Oz lifted his head in order to see what his sister had done, upon observation, he turned to the slayer, "I'd do the same, but I'm sort of seeing someone, and I don't think she'd appreciate it much if I kissed you."

Buffy let out a snort, as did Xander and Hermione, who were trying to keep out of the conversation. Sitting down next to the werewolf, and gripping him in a hug, the girl replied, "Don't worry Oz, you're a great guy, but not my type."

"The werewolf thing?" Oz questioned, an amused expression on his face.

Buffy shook her head, "No. God no, I dated a vampire, at least you're alive. In all honesty, I don't date musicians, I did once and well…wasn't a good move."

"Fair enough," Oz responded.

"Oz, about the prophecy," Buffy started, "count me in. I know if the table's were turned, you'd be here for me."

The werewolf nodded, asking in a quiet voice, "It was the Faith part wasn't it?"

"Oh yea, haven't even met the girl and I fear she'll upstage me."

Oz chuckled and put an arm around the slayer, as they walked out of the kitchen, where the discussion had taken place, and back into the living area. Draco and Ginny soon followed suit.

Once they were all settled in, Giles cleared his throat, "Now that we are all aware of current circumstances, I'd like to bring up something that has been on my mind since we discovered the Noble Twin's Prophecy.

"It seems to me that these shared thoughts are only the tip of the iceberg. While the foretelling was vague, as Draco pointed out, it does speak of great power. Granted, Ginny is a witch, and Oz is not only a werewolf, but also most likely a wizard himself, I can't help but think there will be more on the way. The two of you were separated for a reason, that I am sure of."

The teens as a whole sort of nodded their heads in agreement, though Hermione's brain would not allow her to just remain quiet. In fact it was very rare that she was silent for longer than five minutes, even in her sleep.

"Maybe the longer Ginny and Oz are together, the more power is revealed. Has anything else happened?"

"Well there was the dream," Ginny supplied.

"What dream," Giles prompted, leaning forward in his chair.

"I was having a nightmare," the witch started, "it's one I have quite frequently, about the Chamber of Secrets…Anyway Oz showed up and sort of saved the day, when usually the dream just goes on until right before I should die."

"I never show up?" Harry asked, feeling slightly guilty, though he had no reason to be. Ginny shook her head, giving her friend a sad smile.

Giles turned his attention to Oz, "You dreamed this as well?"

"Yea," the teen confirmed, "We woke up at the same time right after. Not only that, but I could hear her thought's in the dream, and visa versa."

Draco cocked his head to the side, "But that isn't too big a deal is it? I've been in Ginny's dreams before, including that one in question. Hell I ran into Oz in one of the tunnels!"

"You share dreams with Ginny and Oz as well?" Giles was leaning forward so far in his chair that if one more revelation were made he would surely fall off it from undying curiosity. It was very possible that he wasn't sitting any longer, just squatting so it appeared that way.

Draco puffed out his chest and put an arm around his girlfriend, "Don't make it sound dirty, I was there for ten seconds, tops." Giles looked taken aback by the wizard's comments, as he was now safely pressed against his chair.

Where as Buffy just snorted.

"Not much stamina, eh Draco?" The slayer questioned, an almost Malfoy like smirk on her face. Those in the room who knew Draco prior to today where nervously awaiting his angered response. So when he started to laugh, it was fairly surprising.

"Blondie, don't try to fool yourself," Draco advised, "I know you're dying for a chance in the sack with me. But, as I've told you several times Summers, I'm taken."

Buffy was about to retort, however Giles cut her off, stern voice intact, "I think we're straying from the point at hand. This, incase you have all forgotten, is the increase in power that Ginny and Oz maybe experiencing. Now Oz, have you and Willow ever shared dreams?"

Oz shrugged, "Not to my knowledge, I've had really…vivid dreams. So if we did share them, I don't think either of us would ever bring them up." An uncharacteristic blush was tingeing the werewolf's cheek, while Draco and Xander snickered at his bashfulness. Their respective women slapped them both in their legs.

"Why is that we can never get away from the subject of sex," Hermione questioned, her hand still resting on Xander's thigh from where she had slapped him. Harry coughed at her bluntness, while Draco looked rather impressed that she knew the word, and her boyfriend just slid an arm around her, mumbling 'that's my girl.'

"Oh, come off it Harry," the witch instructed, "we're not thirteen anymore, and I happen to know you're no stranger to sex."

"For the love of all that is good and just, could we please stay on topic!"

All the teens in the room, even Draco, turned to Giles, flashing sheepish smiles, and muttering apologies to the watcher. He raised his hand in turn, to once again silence the group of young people.

The librarian was able to continue on with his brainstorming, this time without any interruptions from the rowdy adolescents. It was decided that as soon as the others returned from the east coast the group would research any connections between the twins dreams and their loved ones appearances in them. A topic that neither Oz, nor Ginny were looking forward to, though Draco seemed quite pleased.

For the time being the pair were just to spend as much time together as possible, in the hopes that new abilities should surface. Giles himself planned to consult his many books, looking for references to the Twins, or any powers that generally accompany telepathy.

In other words, it was a typical week in Sunnydale.



"Christ women! That burns, isn't there another way to do this, possibly one involving food?"

Willow had just hung up the phone with Oz, and had turn to find that Faith was still cleaning the arm of a whiny Ron. The redhead suppressed a laugh, as it was clear that the slayer was got a lot of joy out of making the wizard squirm, in whatever way necessary.

Faith gave the boy a mock-sympathetic look; "Want me to kiss it better?"

A blush rose in Ron's cheeks, but he didn't lose his bothered glare, "Why is everything about kissing with you?"

The slayer chuckled as she re-bandaged his arm, "Not everything's about kissing Ron." There was a suggestive smirk on her face that was missed by either redhead in the room. Though Willow was more focused on the déjà vu she was once again experiencing.

"Yea, some of it's about groping," the Wiccan mutter off hand, but it was still caught by the by the super-sensed Slayer, who gave Willow a look of what seemed to be approval.

"Y'know Red, I think me and you are on our way to being fast friends."

"We're not friends already," Willow questioned with a strategic pout, knowing it would get a laugh out of Faith. Success.

"I stand corrected," Faith stated, and she was quite right, seeing as she had just got up from the couch. "Now, if Wizkid is done bitching, we can go kick some hoofed ass."

"His ass has hooves as well?" Ron asked perplexed. Faith merely slapped him on the back as she grabbed her leather and headed out the door, with Willow close behind. Ron ran after the pair, swearing under his breath about the 'bloody Americans.'

They made there way into the night, shouting goodbyes to Lesley, on their way to a local warehouse to take down a wannabe Master.

Tune in next week kiddies, Faith's bout to lay a smack down with the help her magical redheads.