He carried Anya all the way to the Magic Box. When he entered Giles
rusehed to him along with Dawn.
"Is She okay?" "What happened?" "Was it a demon?"
The questions came all at once.
"Yes, she's fine, book to the head, and no, it was me," he replied.
"Why?" Dawn asked.
"Because she was about to tell Tara all about the spell," he explained.
"So you hit her with a book?" Giles asked, not quite believing what Xander told him.
"That plan was a lot betting in my head," Xander explained as he placed Anya on a nearby table. "Where's Buffy and Will?"
"Willow's in the back researching and Buffy went to patrol," Dawn explained.
"But she's in Willow's body, she doesn't have the whole Slayer Strength thing going for her," Xander said, suddenly feeling worried.
"We tried to tell her but she insisted on going," Dawn explained again.
"Did she say where she was going?" Xander asked, hoping he could get to her before she got herself killed.
"No, and she said not to follow her," Dawn informed him.
"Did she say anything about looknig for her?"
"Well.no," Dawn replied.
"Then I'm in the clear."
"But looking for was heavily implied as a 'don't'," Dawn cautioned.
"But was it specifically forbidden?"
"No."
"Then like I said, I'm in the clear," Xander said and walked out, Spike's duster doing that awesome "Angel Flare" thing.
He walked down the desserted street wondering where Buffy was and if she was okay. Normally, such worries never would have crossed his mind, but Buffy was used to venting her anger on vamps and demons and now that she lacked her Slayer Strength she might-well Xander didn't want to think about what could happen.
Meanwhile, back at the magic box, Anya was stirring. She blinked her eyes slowly and looked around her.
"Oh no, I fell asleep at work," she muttered to herself. "Xander, where are you? I had the weirdest dream. I was Dawn and you were Spike and.I think you hit me with a book."
"Anya.?" came a voice from behind the stacks.
"Giles, oh I'm glad I'm not the only one here.is this England or did you come home?"
"Real funny Anya. Now that you're awake you can help me research. Did you find out anything when you went to Tara's?"
"Research what? And what about Tara?"
"Oh my God, that's gonna leave a mark," "Giles" said, touching Anya's left temple. "And you know who gets stuck with the hideeous red mark? Me, that's who. I'm gonna kill Xander."
"Wow, how long have I been asleep? Wait, was my dream.real?" She said, frantically running to the counter. She grabbed her mirrorand screamed. "Oh no, no, no, no. Well at least I'm not stuck in Giles' body." She said with acomplete lack of tact.
"Just help me research, I really want out of this old wrinkled." she trailed off. "He's right behind me isn't he?"
"No that's me.oh wait, yeah, he's right behind you."
Giles made strange clucking sound before speaking, "Well, I'm not exactly fond of this body either, which reminds me, Anya, did you know you have mole on your-?"
"Mole? What mole? Moles are gross, which I am not. Therefore I have no mole."
At Anya's obvious attempts tp get off the subject, "Right, well back to researching."
Meanwhile, Xander had tracked Buffy to a graveyard, using his inate sense of traking. Well that and following the big piles of dust. Then he saw her, fighting two big vamps at once. She appeared to be trapped in the middle of them, but suddenly she did a backflip that placed her on the outside of the battle-but not for long. The two vamps chased after her. She jumped put of the way just in time for the larger of the two to fun into a tree, impaling himself with a branch. The smaller vampire paused for a moment at what had happened to his companion, but a moment was all Buffy needed. In a flash she was behind him and a stake was through his heart. Just watching Buffy slay made his head hurt. He knew there was no way he could do that everyday. When he finally worked up the nerve, her approached her. He walked quietly up behind her and as he was about to tap her on the shoulder, got the warm welcome of a high cresent kick to the head. He fell to the ground but Spike's hard head had protected him from a concussion. He staggered to his feet, half expecting another blow to the head. But he was happy t osee that this time he remained standing. "I told Dawn no one was supposed to follow me," She said without an ounce of sympathy for his punding head. "I didn't follow you-I followed the piles of dust and wow! To my showck and amazement, here you are," he said in saracastic amawment. "I was just worried about you," he said, changing his tone to that of concern. "I can take care of myself,"she retorted, walking away. "Yeah usually. But, Buffy, right now you're not the Slayer. I saw that fight, you didn't get away until the last second." "I just need to think.alone." "Alone with all the vampires?" he asked quizically. "Xander." Buffy started, then stopped. "Let's go," she added at last. Together they walked off. Not even Buffy sensed that someone was following them.
"Is She okay?" "What happened?" "Was it a demon?"
The questions came all at once.
"Yes, she's fine, book to the head, and no, it was me," he replied.
"Why?" Dawn asked.
"Because she was about to tell Tara all about the spell," he explained.
"So you hit her with a book?" Giles asked, not quite believing what Xander told him.
"That plan was a lot betting in my head," Xander explained as he placed Anya on a nearby table. "Where's Buffy and Will?"
"Willow's in the back researching and Buffy went to patrol," Dawn explained.
"But she's in Willow's body, she doesn't have the whole Slayer Strength thing going for her," Xander said, suddenly feeling worried.
"We tried to tell her but she insisted on going," Dawn explained again.
"Did she say where she was going?" Xander asked, hoping he could get to her before she got herself killed.
"No, and she said not to follow her," Dawn informed him.
"Did she say anything about looknig for her?"
"Well.no," Dawn replied.
"Then I'm in the clear."
"But looking for was heavily implied as a 'don't'," Dawn cautioned.
"But was it specifically forbidden?"
"No."
"Then like I said, I'm in the clear," Xander said and walked out, Spike's duster doing that awesome "Angel Flare" thing.
He walked down the desserted street wondering where Buffy was and if she was okay. Normally, such worries never would have crossed his mind, but Buffy was used to venting her anger on vamps and demons and now that she lacked her Slayer Strength she might-well Xander didn't want to think about what could happen.
Meanwhile, back at the magic box, Anya was stirring. She blinked her eyes slowly and looked around her.
"Oh no, I fell asleep at work," she muttered to herself. "Xander, where are you? I had the weirdest dream. I was Dawn and you were Spike and.I think you hit me with a book."
"Anya.?" came a voice from behind the stacks.
"Giles, oh I'm glad I'm not the only one here.is this England or did you come home?"
"Real funny Anya. Now that you're awake you can help me research. Did you find out anything when you went to Tara's?"
"Research what? And what about Tara?"
"Oh my God, that's gonna leave a mark," "Giles" said, touching Anya's left temple. "And you know who gets stuck with the hideeous red mark? Me, that's who. I'm gonna kill Xander."
"Wow, how long have I been asleep? Wait, was my dream.real?" She said, frantically running to the counter. She grabbed her mirrorand screamed. "Oh no, no, no, no. Well at least I'm not stuck in Giles' body." She said with acomplete lack of tact.
"Just help me research, I really want out of this old wrinkled." she trailed off. "He's right behind me isn't he?"
"No that's me.oh wait, yeah, he's right behind you."
Giles made strange clucking sound before speaking, "Well, I'm not exactly fond of this body either, which reminds me, Anya, did you know you have mole on your-?"
"Mole? What mole? Moles are gross, which I am not. Therefore I have no mole."
At Anya's obvious attempts tp get off the subject, "Right, well back to researching."
Meanwhile, Xander had tracked Buffy to a graveyard, using his inate sense of traking. Well that and following the big piles of dust. Then he saw her, fighting two big vamps at once. She appeared to be trapped in the middle of them, but suddenly she did a backflip that placed her on the outside of the battle-but not for long. The two vamps chased after her. She jumped put of the way just in time for the larger of the two to fun into a tree, impaling himself with a branch. The smaller vampire paused for a moment at what had happened to his companion, but a moment was all Buffy needed. In a flash she was behind him and a stake was through his heart. Just watching Buffy slay made his head hurt. He knew there was no way he could do that everyday. When he finally worked up the nerve, her approached her. He walked quietly up behind her and as he was about to tap her on the shoulder, got the warm welcome of a high cresent kick to the head. He fell to the ground but Spike's hard head had protected him from a concussion. He staggered to his feet, half expecting another blow to the head. But he was happy t osee that this time he remained standing. "I told Dawn no one was supposed to follow me," She said without an ounce of sympathy for his punding head. "I didn't follow you-I followed the piles of dust and wow! To my showck and amazement, here you are," he said in saracastic amawment. "I was just worried about you," he said, changing his tone to that of concern. "I can take care of myself,"she retorted, walking away. "Yeah usually. But, Buffy, right now you're not the Slayer. I saw that fight, you didn't get away until the last second." "I just need to think.alone." "Alone with all the vampires?" he asked quizically. "Xander." Buffy started, then stopped. "Let's go," she added at last. Together they walked off. Not even Buffy sensed that someone was following them.