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Willow was bringing a box of supplies to the magic lab when she saw it.  She had just rounded the corner into the main hallway and immediately her eyes were drawn to the white-blonde head and leather jacket.  She nearly dropped her box in shock.

"Spike?" she managed, incredulously, as he approached with Andrew.

"Red," he replied with a grin.  "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I, uh… but… how…?" she mumbled.

"There's this prophecy, it's a long story," he told her.

"Oh," Andrew interrupted looking at his watch.  "I gotta run.  I told Giles I'd help him in the library.  I'll see you guys later."  He walked to the left and went down the hallway Willow had just come from. 

"You're human?!" Willow asked, surprising Spike again.  At his confused look she explained, "I can see your aura.  When I turned all the potentials into slayers it really heightened my abilities." He nodded.

"Yeah, it's part of the prophecy," he told her.  "Look, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm really looking for Buffy."

"Oh, of course," Willow replied.  Buffy had gone through a lot after the final battle and Willow knew that she would want to see him as soon as possible.  "I haven't seen her though.  Sorry."

Spike looked frustrated.  "Alright, I'll just keep looking," he turned to the right and walked down the hallway opposite of where Andrew went.

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 Buffy was already having a bad day – and it was only 7:30am.  She hadn't been able to sleep at all the night before because she was so nervous, she burned her eggs this morning and didn't have time to make anything else so she didn't have breakfast, and now she was late for her first class.  To top it all off Andrew was calling her name, and that was never a good thing.

"Buffy," he repeated louder from behind her.  She sighed as he appeared at her side.

"What is it Andrew?"  He had been running to catch up to her and was out of breath.

"I… have some… important…," he was cut off by Buffy.

"Look Andrew, I'm having a bad day and I'm late for training.  I really don't have time for this."  When Andrew had something "important" to tell her it was usually the farthest thing from important.

"But this is serious this time," he whined.

"Is there a fire somewhere?  Is someone dying?"  He shook his head.  "Well then, it's not important right now."  They were approaching the gym.  "I have to go."  With that she walked towards the gym doors.

"But… wait!" he called after her, but it was too late.  She had already disappeared into the gym.

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