Okay, now some time with Ms. Calendar. Gotta love her. XD This is set in the middle of season two.
Observant
No one had ever denied that Jenny Calendar was observant. Granted, no one had ever confirmed that she was either. But, still, she liked to believe that there was something to it.
For instance, right now, as she sat in the library with Rupert, Xander, Willow, and Buffy discussing this new 'Spike' character, she seemed to be the only one to notice that Willow looked extremely nervous. Or, she at least thought she was.
She did, however, seem to be the only one to see Buffy sit down next to Willow, grab her hand and talk to her in a hushed voice. Okay, one for, one against.
She saw the calming effect that Buffy had on Willow. She noticed how all the signs of anxiety seemingly disappeared from Willow's face as Buffy spoke to her and Jenny smiled to herself.
She had seen, and heard, over the course of the past few weeks more than she knew she was supposed to. She'd watched both girls intently during the past weeks, noticing certain things that she was certain were supposed to remain secret.
Why, just yesterday, she'd walked into the computer lab-where Willow was supposed to be researching Spike-to see both girls kissing each other fervently. Instead of breaking them up, however, she'd just backed out of the room and come back when a disheveled Buffy had left an equally disheveled Willow for the library.
And two weeks ago, she'd heard them talking to each other in the hallway as she'd shut down the lab. Curious, she'd followed their voices to where they stood talking to each other. Buffy had been pacing in front of Willow. After several minutes of this, she'd turned to Willow and blurted out, "I'm in love with you." Willow had been silent for a moment, so Buffy began to stumble over her words, trying to explain herself. Willow had just stepped forward and kissed her gently. That was about when Jenny Calendar had stepped away.
Over the past several days, she'd walked in on them more than once; embracing lovingly, kissing, holding hands, or having private conversations. She'd said nothing, as always. She'd just stayed long enough to be pleased and turned away.
She'd not spoken of these private conversations or liaisons to anyone. But as she sat in the library with the others, watching the young couple comfort each other, she wondered if it was truly best to keep her observations to herself.
There you go. Jenny knows all. Don't deny the truth.