A/N: Well, I have to say I'm a little disappointed with everyone's response to my last chapter. Well, I shouldn't say everyone because I did get some absolutely lovely reviews, but it is upsetting that so few of you did in fact review. The only reason this is being written right now is because I'm incredibly pleased with another piece I wrote, and felt a little creative.

Disclaimer: Only a shortish chapter, but I'm still a little burned out from the last long one and a little bummed out from the lack of response. I know there are a few of you who didn't get to read the last chapter before I posted this one, but it still is a bit of a drain. Hopefully we'll reach over a hundred reviews with this chapter, eh?

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Achievements

Caitlin Roselyn Barclay was very excited. It was her first day of school and it looked like it was going to be the bestest day ever in the whole wide world. It would have been even better if her Daddy had been able to walk her in like Auntie Anya and Uncle Whelp were doing for Seth, but it was too sunny outside and she didn't want him to get all crispy so she just gave him an extra big hug before she got out of the car.

Her hand gripped Auntie Bit's extra hard in excitement, and she decided to skip the rest of the way. Today was important enough to be a skipping day. She took a deep breath as Auntie Bit opened the door and her eyes opened in wonder at the sight that greeted her.

There were other kids everywhere. There was a dark-haired little girl playing with some blocks on a colourful mat. There was a sandy-haired little girl playing with dolls not far away. There were two dark-haired boys playing with the trains and cars. There was one light-haired boy colouring in a big book. Then there were lots of kids, almost 'leven of them, playing a game with a grown-up in the front of the room.

Katie trailed after Auntie Bit, nervously clutching her warm hand. No-one said there would be this many kids. This wasn't lots, this was heaps! The grown-up stood and came over to her and Auntie Bit, knelt down and smiled.

"Hello, who are you?" the grown-up asked.

All of Katie's nervousness disappeared. She knew the answer to this. "I'm Caitlin Roselyn Barclay," she boasted proudly.

The strange grown-up smiled. "Hello there, Caitlin Roselyn Barclay." They shook hands. "Would you like to go and play with some of the other kids while I talk with your mom?"

Katie giggled. "That's not my mom. That's my Auntie Bit."

Still, Katie decided that it would be interesting to see what the other kids were doing. The big group of kids was still a bit much, so she skipped over to the girl playing with dolls. "Hi, I'm Caitlin Roselyn Barclay," she introduced herself.

The little girl waved. "Hi. I'm Alyson."

Katie plopped down on the floor and looked on as Alyson played with her dolls. "Which one's the vampire?" she asked after a while trying to decode the game.

Alyson screwed up her little face. "There is no vampire."

"Then who eats the princesses up?" Katie asked confusedly.

"No one!" Alyson exclaimed, horrified.

Katie shot the other girl a look that very clearly expressed her disgust in the idea of a game where vampires don't eat the princesses and her overall concern for the other child's mental health, then she decided to see what the other girl was doing.

She trudged over to the dark-haired girl playing blocks. "I'm Caitlin Roselyn Barclay."

The girl looked up and blinked. "Hi," she said brightly. "I'm Juliet."

"What are you playing?" Katie asked.

"I'm building a house out of blocks," Juliet said proudly.

"Why?"

Juliet blinked. "Because."

"Oh."

The two girls looked at each other for a minute. Katie decided that maybe she should see what the boys were doing. She wandered over nonchalantly. "I'm Caitlin Roselyn Barclay," she announced.

"I'm Marc," one of the boys smiled, and Katie smiled back.

The other one squinted suspiciously at her for a minute before grudgingly saying, "I'm Andy."

"Can I play?" Katie asked, eyeing the game (which primarily involved smashing the trains and cars together).

Marc smiled broadly and opened his mouth to say something when Andy gripped his arm and whispered fiercely into his ear. Katie just heard, "--she's a girl!"

Andy was saved from a swift pummelling by the Teacher-person greeting Seth. Glaring at the rude little boy, she wandered over to meet her friend and introduce him to everyone.

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Buffy was focused. She had never been this focused before in her life. She was Focus Girl. If she'd had focus like this when she was at school, she would have gotten better grades than Willow. That's how focused she was. She was just a big, focus-y… thing.

She moved her hand forward and it passed through the pencil.

"Damn!" she yelled in frustration.

Two days ago she mastered the art of wiping fog off glass -- and that was not an easy feat to manage without getting an eyeful of Willow or Faith or, worst of all, Giles in the shower these days. Yesterday she had managed to wipe condensation from a glass, even though it had been a bit of a stretch. She'd done it. She was affecting the world around her, and she was getting better at it. She hardly ever fell through the furniture anymore.

Except for the fact where she couldn't do anything worth doing. She couldn't even move a damn pencil and she'd been trying all morning. Well, all night and morning. After a discussion with Giles, Buffy had discovered that sleep was entirely unnecessary now she had a physical body and that she'd only slept through habit. Since she wasn't really tired, she guessed it must be true.

Now, if only this damn pencil would move she'd be able to have a good day! Well, so long as Giles and Willow didn't suddenly start getting… that way, and she could move the pencil, then she'd have a good day. There was still nothing that gave her the wiggins like watching Giles and Willow get all smoochy, and she was still trying to erase the image of the time she accidentally walked in on them getting groiny. Thankfully there was a good bit of blanket covering their unmentionables, but Buffy still saw way, way too much for her liking.

Buffy gave a little sigh. The pencil was mocking her, she was sure of it. It was sitting there, in all it's unmoveable pencil glory. She just wanted to give it a hard shove to send it on the floor. That would teach it a lesson. Buffy narrowed her eyes and jabbed a finger at the pencil. It ponderously rolled across the table as though a wind had blown it.

Buffy felt exhilaration course through her system, and she laughed joyously. She did it! She moved the pencil! "Not so smug now, are ya?" she taunted, dancing around the table a little bit.

"You all right, B?" Faith asked with an amused smirk.

Buffy paused mid-dance to look at the Slayer. Not even embarrassment could drown out this victory. She grinned. "I moved the pencil!"

Faith smirk shifted into a grin of her own. "Way to go, B."

Buffy felt all the tension of three days worth of trying and focusing to change the world in a tangible way, a way that lasted more than a few seconds, suddenly burst into excited joy. "I have to tell everyone," she gushed.

She concentrated as best as she was able, closed her eyes and there. When she opened them she wasn't quite where she expected.

For the first couple of days after Giles's revelation, Buffy had mastered the art of her teleporting. She'd learned an important trick: she could go to a place, like she did when she first went to Dawn's and Xander's and Spike's and Angel's, or she could go to a person, which was more useful. It didn't matter where the person was, so long as they weren't in a church, Buffy could go where they were. She'd practiced and practiced until she could go to wherever the person she wanted to see was nearly instantly.

This, however, was not where she expected to be. There was fog everywhere, and she didn't recognise anything around her. She only noticed the sound of the shower when it stopped, and she froze. Now she realised it was steam obscuring her vision she could make out some vague shadows; a sink, a toilet, a mirror, the shower itself. All her thoughts stopped when the shower door slid open and a very naked, very wet Spike stepped out.

Water glistened off his alabaster skin. His lean form was covered in well-formed muscles, the water beading in the joints of his limbs. His wet hair hung around his face, framing his killer cheekbones and blue, blue eyes. He looked a lot better than she remembered. A memory floated across her mind, something Cordelia Chase had said long ago. Salty goodness.

"Eh," Buffy squeaked in surprise. This was bad. This was really bad. No-one told her this could happen!

She watched in horror as Spike's head snapped up, and he began searching for the sound.

Please don't see me, please don't see me, please don't see me, Buffy chanted desperately in her head.

"Buffy?" Spike asked the world at large, looking confused. Buffy refused to answer him. "Must be losing my mind," he muttered to himself.

He shrugged elegantly to himself and proceeded to towel himself dry. Buffy's mouth suddenly felt very dry itself. It wasn't until he tied the towel around his waist and head for his bedroom that Buffy realised what she had to do. Closing her eyes, she concentrated and there. She was safe in Faith's kitchen. No more smooth, taut body taunting her vision and she was perfectly happy about that. Not disappointed in the slightest.

"You okay, B?" Faith asked, sipping her morning coffee. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm fine," Buffy said, eyes wide. "No ghost. Didn't see anything at all."

"You sure you're okay, B?" Faith asked worriedly.

"Sure I'm fine," Buffy said frantically. "Why wouldn't I be fine? I didn't see anything."

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"You don't want to play with a girl," Andy whispered to Seth while they were playing with the cars.

"Why not?" Seth asked curiously.

Andy rolled his eyes. "Because girls have cooties."

"Oh," Seth said slowly. "What are they?"

"Don't you know what cooties are?" Andy asked incredulously.

Seth's brow furrowed. "Of course I do! I was just… seeing if you knew."

Andy heaved a sigh of relief.

"Only, do sisters get them?"

Andy looked suspiciously at Seth. "Are you sure you know about cooties?"

"Of course!' Seth exclaimed indignantly.

Andy peered at him some more. "Because I thought everyone who knew anything knew that you can't get cooties from a sister. 'cos of mimunity."

"I knew that," Seth muttered, eyeing the other boy, just daring him to say that he didn't.

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"Hello?" Spike's voice echoed throughout the house.

Buffy froze.

Spike's head appeared around the doorway. "Oh, hi, Slayer," he said, entering the lounge. "Didn't know if you were here or not."

"I'm here," Buffy trilled. "Where else would I be?"

Spike looked at Buffy oddly. "I'm just trying to kill some time until the end of Katie's first day at school," he explained. "It was too bright for me to drop her off this morning, but some clouds have come in so as long as I'm quick I should be able to pick her up no problems."

"That's great," Buffy said with a huge, plastic smile. "Absolutely great. Like, really great."

Spike frowned. "You okay, Slayer?"

"Fine," Buffy squeaked. "Why wouldn't I be? I didn't see anything at all!"

Spike blinked. "Alright…" He looked around. "Faith around?"

Buffy pointed without saying anything, and she most certainly, without a doubt, was not checking out his ass as he left to find the other Slayer.

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A/N: I have a challenge for you all. I have named all the children (except for Caitlin, who is an exception) according to a particular code or theme. For every reviewer who figures out the pattern I've used I'll write them a cameo in the story. Remember, the theme is first names only, and don't feel bad if you don't get it because it's kind of subtle. But REVIEW, even if you don't get it to let me know what you think of the fic.