Auther: Magnus.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. X-men and the concept of
mutants are Marval's. Btvs belongs to Jason. I own nothing. Poor me.

Giles held up his hands, "Please one at a time."

Willow looked at him still upset, "We've been turned into our
costumes! I was dressed as a ghost, and now I am a ghost!" She
yelled.

The watcher checked her out from head to toe before asking, "The
ghost of what?" Her face turned as red as her hair, "That's not the
point. I mean, look at Buffy! She's dressed up like an 18th century
noblewoman and now she is one." She pointed at the blond behind him.

"Unhand me you brute! I'll have you brought up on charges as soon as
I get to my father. Then we'll see how you like being flogged for
all you're worth!" Indeed, the slayer was definitely not herself.

Even Angel was starting to get tired of her. "So you're saying
everyone's turned into their costume? But look at Cordelia, she's
hasn't become a giant cat."

Willow couldn't argue with that. It was the only thing she couldn't
understand. "Well, no. But she made her costume. Yeah, that's it!
Me, Buffy, and Xander all bought our costumes at the same place,
Ethan's."

The watcher's face paled three shades at hearing that name." Where
is this costume store?" He demanded.

After getting the location he ordered Angel to watch over the girls.
He had something to do. And he wouldn't allow anyone to talk him out
of it either.

"Do not leave me with these... these... harlots! I thought you
were a man of learning, but I'm sorry to see you're nothing more
then another vagabond!" Giles ignored Buffy as he left.

It was almost ten minutes later before anyone spoke. That is other
then Buffy and her constant whining. "I've got to get out there.
There might be others in trouble." Angel told them.

"Hey! You can't leave us here. What are we going to do if some more
monsters show up? Buffy's out of her mind, and Willow couldn't even
lift a book. And there's no way I'm going to fight anyone off!" Cor
told him.

"Fine! Willow, you can't be hurt. Why don't you go out and look for
Xander?" The two hundred fifty year old vampire wasn't really
worried too much about him, but he knew Buffy would never forgive
him if he let the boy get hurt.

She just gave him a miserable look, "What part of he flew away don't
you understand? He's long gone by now." She'd seen how fast he'd
moved. He was gone in a matter of seconds once he got in the air.

"Well if he can throw cars like matchboxes I don't see why you're
worrying about him. Its not like he can't take care of himself right
now." The spandex-wearing cheerleader informed the redhead.

Willow turned to the girl and was about to sprout out a few words
her parents would never believe she even knew when she saw
something. "Buffy! She's gone!"