Chapter 39: Choices

April 5, 1999 – Monday

City Hall

In the dimly lit expanse of the Mayor's office, Faith sat gracefully in his ornate chair, her eyes tightly shut, the weight of her thoughts and emotions evident on her face. A small, delicately wrapped box sat before her on the polished desk, and nearby, a plate of cookies beckoned with their inviting aroma.

"All right. You can open them now," the Mayor's voice echoed in the room, his words carrying a hint of amusement.

With a mix of curiosity and skepticism, Faith opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto the mysterious gift. Her heart fluttered with a blend of excitement and caution. "What's the occasion?" she inquired, trying to hide the tremor of vulnerability in her voice.

"Faith," the Mayor responded, his tone infused with warmth and affection, "as if I need a reason to show you my affection..."

Faith couldn't help but roll her eyes, knowing that the genuine gift she truly yearned for was not from the Mayor but rather from her beloved girlfriend, Buffy. She dreamed of the day when her undercover mission would finally be completed. She longed for the moment when Buffy would sweep her away and bring her back to the safety and comfort of their shared world.

The Mayor's voice continued, trying to charm her with his words, "Or my appreciation for running a small errand at the airport," he said, as Faith cautiously began to unwrap the present, still harboring her true feelings beneath her guarded exterior.

Faith's expression twisted with a mix of irritation and exasperation as she stared at the Mayor, her frustration barely contained. "Airport. What's next? You going to want me to help a buddy of yours move a sofa?" Her words dripped with sarcasm, her tone hinting at the weariness that came from being constantly called upon for favors.

The Mayor's stern response only added fuel to the fire of her emotions. "This isn't a free ride here, young lady," he scolded, his disapproval evident. "I'm beginning to think somebody's getting a little spoiled." His hand reached out towards the gift, as if considering taking it back.

Refusing to yield, Faith clutched the present tightly to her chest, a defiant spark in her eyes. She put on a show of playful resisting, but deep down, she couldn't bear the thought of accepting anything from the man. "Sorry," she reluctantly uttered, injecting a hint of formality into her response, addressing him as "Sir."

"That's my girl," the Mayor said with a note of satisfaction, as if his authority had been reaffirmed. "Another cookie?" He offered her a cookie, trying to placate her with a simple gesture of kindness. Reluctantly, she took one, her inner turmoil evident even as she gave in to his offering.

"Now, a package is arriving tomorrow night from Central America," the Mayor continued, his voice gaining intensity as he revealed the importance of the upcoming delivery. Faith couldn't help but notice the gravity of the situation, but her heart remained anchored to her real desire - to be with Buffy and find solace in their love and understanding.

"Something crucially important to my Ascension," he stressed, drawing a parallel to the significance of the package in his plans. "Something—and I can't stress this enough—something crucially important to my Ascension. Without it..." He motioned towards the plate of cookies, drawing an analogy that hit closer to home. "Well, what would tollhouse cookies be without the chocolate chips?" His expectant gaze shifted towards Faith, who responded with a nonchalant shrug, though her mind was racing with thoughts.

"A pretty darn big disappointment, I can tell you," the Mayor added with a faint smile, knowing he had won her attention. "Open your gift," he urged.

As Faith opened the box, her breath caught in her throat as she beheld the glint of a deadly-looking knife nestled within. Her eyes widened, but she quickly masked her true emotions with feigned glee, not wanting to reveal her unease to the Mayor.

"There. That look on your face is my reward," the Mayor remarked, relishing in the mix of surprise and delight that momentarily danced across Faith's features.

With a delicate touch, Faith lifted the exquisitely carved knife from its resting place. Her fingers traced its intricate design, appreciating the craftsmanship while an undercurrent of fear tugged at her heart. She knew all too well that the Mayor's "gifts" often came with strings attached, and she dreaded what he might expect her to use such a weapon for.

"This is a thing of beauty, Boss," she managed to say, forcing a sense of admiration into her tone, though inwardly, her mind raced with apprehension and concern.

The Mayor's words did little to assuage her fears, as he warned her to handle the precious weapon with care, a grim reminder of the cruel intentions he might harbor. "Cost a pretty penny, so you just take good care of it," he instructed, his sinister smile never faltering. "And be careful you don't put somebody's eye out with that thing. Until I tell you to," he added, emphasizing the chilling control he held over her actions.

As he retrieved a box of plastic wrap from the cabinet, Faith couldn't help but feel a momentary sense of relief, focusing on the mundane task at hand. He carefully covered the plate of cookies, a stark contrast to the danger represented by the knife. Yet, the ominous undercurrent persisted, never letting her forget the true nature of their interaction.

"Got any particular eyes in mind?" Faith forced herself to ask, her voice quivering with anxiety, afraid that he might reveal a sinister target, perhaps even mentioning her beloved Buffy. The thought alone sent shivers down her spine.

Restfield Cemetery

In the heat of the battle, Buffy's heart raced, her adrenaline surging as she confronted the female vampire with a fierce determination. With a swift roundhouse kick, she sent the vampire hurtling through the air, her eyes never leaving her opponent's menacing glare.

But as fate would have it, the vampire's trajectory veered unexpectedly, hurtling towards her sister, who was already engaged in her own intense fight with a male vampire. Time seemed to slow as the vampire collided with Elizabeth, sending both Elizabeth and the female vampire crashing to the ground.

Buffy's heart skipped a beat, her concern for Elizabeth overwhelming her. "Sorry, Elizabeth!" she called out, a hint of guilt tainting her voice.

Amidst the chaos of the struggle, Elizabeth's voice echoed back, a mix of resilience and understanding. "That's okay..." she replied, displaying a remarkable sense of composure even in the midst of the dangerous skirmish. With a swift and skilled maneuver, she deftly flipped the female vampire over.

As the male vampire lunged at Buffy, her heart pounded in her chest like the relentless beat of battle drums. Her determination ignited like a wildfire as she fearlessly took on her supernatural foe, unleashing a flurry of powerful blows, each strike fueled by the memories of past fights and the weight of her responsibility as a Slayer.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth displayed her own brand of courage. With swift and practiced movements, she retrieved her stake and drove it into the female vampire, a decisive act that reduced the malevolent creature to a mere cloud of dust.

Buffy, having vanquished her own opponent, joined her sister. "There's something you don't see every day," she quipped, a hint of wry humor masking the underlying pain that came with their extraordinary existence. She turned her gaze toward Elizabeth, the deep love and understanding between them reflecting in their eyes. "Unless, of course, you're us," Buffy added, a glimmer of camaraderie in her smile.

The moment of victory was fleeting, as their duty as Slayers was never-ending. "That was bracing," Elizabeth agreed, her voice carrying a mix of weariness and determination. "You want to do one more sweep?"

As Buffy's words hung in the air, a bittersweet sentiment lingered, her emotions a tumultuous blend of purpose and sorrow. "It's what I live for. Sad to say..."

Understanding the depth of Buffy's feelings, Elizabeth spoke softly, her voice a comforting presence amidst the chaos of their supernatural lives. "Almost time to head home and get ready for school," she said, recognizing the constant juggling act they had to perform between their dual roles as a Slayer and a student.

However, their peace was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a twig snapping, snapping them back to alertness. In an instant, their bodies moved in sync, instinctively whipping around to confront the source of the noise. As their eyes fell upon Faith approaching, a rush of relief washed over Buffy's features, her heart swelling with joy and affection.

"Faith!" Buffy's voice brimmed with excitement as she bounded into her girlfriend's waiting arms, finding comfort and love in Faith's embrace. The warmth of Faith's touch reassured her, dispelling the shadows that threatened to engulf her heart.

"Hey, B," Faith's familiar voice reached her ears, and the world seemed to fall into place as their lips met in a tender kiss. In that intimate moment, the weight of their dangerous lives momentarily lifted, replaced by the tranquility that came from being in each other's arms.

But reality soon reasserted itself as Faith shared troubling news. "Mayor's got something planned," she explained, her voice tinged with caution. "He wants me to pick up a box at the airport tomorrow. Something crucial to his Ascension."

In the depths of their bond, Buffy's promise carried a profound sense of determination and devotion. "We'll be there," she reassured Faith.

Faith's plea held a mix of longing and vulnerability, her heart laid bare before Buffy. "Please tell me that Giles has my extraction planned," she implored, her voice echoing with a profound desire to break free from the web of secrecy and embrace her true self, no matter the consequences. The weight of her hidden allegiance had burdened her for too long, and she yearned for the liberation that awaited her.

Buffy's sad response was tinged with empathy, understanding the complexities of Faith's journey. "Not yet, sadly," she admitted, a tinge of sorrow creeping into her words.

But Elizabeth, ever the supportive and caring presence, interjected with a glimmer of hope. "But we're making sure he works on it," she reassured Faith, a sense of solidarity in her voice. "With Graduation coming up in a little over a month. We need to definitely see about bringing you home."

The anticipation in Buffy's voice was palpable, her heart fluttering with excitement as she spoke about the upcoming prom. "More importantly, prom is coming up," she said, a soft smile spreading across her face. The event held a special significance for her, a chance to create cherished memories and share a magical moment with the person who meant the world to her.

Her emotions brimming with love, Buffy's voice quivered with a mix of vulnerability and affection as she continued, "I want my girlfriend there as my date." The words carried a profound depth, laying bare her deepest desires and the profound connection she shared with Faith.

The unwavering determination in Faith's voice resonated deep within Buffy's heart, kindling a powerful surge of emotions. "Come hell and high water, I will be there," Faith vowed, her words carrying an unshakable promise that wrapped Buffy in a cocoon of security and love.

April 6, 1999 – Tuesday

Summers Home

As the morning sunlight danced upon their faces, Buffy, Elizabeth, and Dawn sat together at the kitchen counter, savoring the simple pleasure of breakfast—toast and juice—a small island of tranquility in their otherwise eventful lives.

Amidst the serenity, Joyce's voice pierced the air like a sudden gust of wind, "Buffy!"

Buffy's heart skipped a beat, and worry clenched her stomach. Her eyes met her mother's, and in that moment, the weight of honesty and vulnerability hung heavy in the air.

"When were you going to tell me?" Joyce's voice trembled.

Fear clutched at Buffy's chest, but she mustered the courage to face the truth. "Okay, busted," she admitted, her voice tinged with regret. She hadn't expected her mother to notice the missing earrings. "Didn't think you'd miss them," Buffy offered a meek explanation, her fingers gently reaching up to take off the delicate adornments.

As Joyce held up the official-looking mail, Buffy's heart thumped loudly in her chest, her emotions on edge as she awaited her mother's reaction. "You were accepted to Northwestern University?" Joyce's voice carried a mixture of astonishment and pride, and she drew her eldest daughter into a warm, heartfelt embrace. In that moment, the weight of Buffy's achievements and the dreams she had nurtured over the years seemed to culminate into this tender display of maternal love.

Tears welled up in Buffy's eyes as she felt her mother's unwavering support. "Honey, I'm so proud of you. That's wonderful," Joyce continued, her voice exuding a mixture of joy and concern. She acknowledged the challenges of affording such a prestigious university, yet she was ready to make every sacrifice necessary to make her daughter's dreams come true.

In the midst of the excitement, Buffy's sadness seeped through her words, tinged with a touch of regret. "Mom," she interjected, her voice tinged with vulnerability, "Faith and I are going to U.C. Sunnydale, remember? I applied to Northwestern when I wasn't sure if she would leave with me. But since she's staying so am I."

Joyce's embrace tightened, her understanding and love unwavering. "I know, sweetheart," she reassured, her voice gentle and compassionate. "Even though I know you're not leaving, I'm still happy you have the choice if you wanted it." Joyce understood the complexity of Buffy's situation, acknowledging the sacrifices she had made for her relationship with Faith while cherishing the freedom her acceptance to Northwestern offered.

The mixture of pride, joy, and acceptance in Joyce's eyes brought tears to Buffy's eyes once more.

As she prepared to leave, Joyce reminded Buffy playfully, "Anyways, don't forget to put my earrings back in my dresser before you go out."

Looking at her mother with affection, Buffy's heart swelled with happiness. "Mom," she replied, her smile growing wider, "can I borrow them? Not today, but in a few months?" There was a certain sparkle in her eyes as she uttered those words, a glimmer of excitement shining through.

Curious and intrigued, Joyce couldn't help but wonder why her daughter wanted to borrow the earrings in the future. "Why?" she inquired, genuinely interested in Buffy's plans.

Buffy's cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and anticipation as she revealed her heartfelt secret. "For mine and Faith's wedding," she announced, the joy in her voice palpable. "I proposed in the heat of the moment, and she said yes. We're getting married after graduation."

Joyce gazed at her daughter with immense love and admiration, her heart swelling with pride as she listened to Buffy's words. "I couldn't be happier for you, Buffy," she said, her voice soft with emotion, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy. "To see you embrace who you truly are and find love, it's everything a mother could wish for her child."

As the news of Buffy's impending wedding filled the air, Dawn's excitement overflowed, and she couldn't contain herself. Her voice rang with joy as she turned to her sister, her eyes shining with love and happiness. "Elizabeth, did you hear that? Buffy's getting married!" she exclaimed, her heart bursting with delight.

Elizabeth's smile was radiant, a mixture of happiness for Buffy and pride in her own foresight. "I did," she replied with a warm tone. "And I already knew. I was there when Buffy proposed to Faith. We were out on patrol when we ran into Faith. That wasn't the only thing they talked about."

Buffy's heart swelled with gratitude as she felt the warmth of her family's support wash over her. With a nod, she acknowledged her sister's understanding and acceptance. "It wasn't," she said, her voice steady but laced with vulnerability, "I also asked Faith's opinion on my getting gender reassignment surgery."

Inquisitive and caring, Dawn couldn't help but wonder, "And?"

Buffy's eyes softened with affection as she shared the depth of Faith's love and understanding. "Faith doesn't care what I look like on the outside," she replied, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and tenderness. "As long as I am happy, that is all that matters to her."

Elizabeth's heart swelled with pride for her sister's courage, and she couldn't help but ask, "So do you think you will go through with it?"

Buffy's gaze turned thoughtful; her emotions intertwined with determination. She looked toward her mother, knowing that Joyce's understanding and support meant the world to her. "I want to," she admitted, her voice sincere.

Joyce met her daughter's eyes with unwavering love and empathy, understanding the significance of this decision. She knew that navigating the complexities of insurance coverage for gender-affirming procedures could be challenging, but she was resolute in her support. With a reassuring nod, she pledged to find a way to make it happen. "Don't worry," she said, her voice tinged with determination, "I will find a way."

As the warmth of their connection lingered in the air, Joyce's smile grew even brighter. "And about the earrings," she continued, her voice tinged with affectionate playfulness. "Keep them. Consider them my gift for a beautiful, blushing bride-to-be. They were my mother's and I wore them for my wedding. It's only fitting my daughter wears them for hers."

The room seemed to hold its breath as Buffy's eyes widened with surprise, touched by her mother's gesture. Tears welled up in her eyes, but they were tears of overwhelming love and gratitude. Joyce's acceptance, support, and generosity meant more to Buffy than she could express in words.

Tears of overwhelming love and gratitude filled Buffy's eyes as she held her mother tightly in her embrace. In that moment, her heart felt like it could burst with the sheer magnitude of emotions swirling within her. The warmth of their love enveloped them both, creating an intimate cocoon of acceptance and understanding.

As Buffy and Joyce clung to each other, the embrace seemed to draw in the rest of the family. Within seconds, Dawn and Elizabeth joined in, wrapping their arms around Buffy, forming a tight circle of love and support. Their love for their sister was palpable, and in this moment, they were a united front, standing together in unwavering solidarity.

Streets of Sunnydale

The morning sun painted the sky with hues of gold as Elizabeth, Buffy, and Dawn walked together, their footsteps in sync, and their hearts connected by an unbreakable bond. The question hung in the air, and Elizabeth couldn't help but let her curiosity guide her. "So, who is going to be your bridesmaid?" she asked, her voice soft with tenderness and excitement.

Buffy's thoughts danced like fireflies, flickering between the cherished people in her life. Each person held a special place in her heart, but as she pondered, a radiant smile spread across her face, illuminating her features like a thousand sunbeams. "I think you two and Willow should share in that role," she replied, her voice gentle yet filled with profound meaning.

The significance of this decision was not lost on any of them. To be chosen as bridesmaids meant more than just standing beside Buffy on her special day; it was a testament to the depth of their friendship, the love they shared, and the memories they had woven together. Buffy wanted these extraordinary souls, her sisters and her dearest friend Willow, to be an integral part of her journey, just as they had been throughout her life.

Sunnydale High School

Under the shade of a sprawling tree in the school quad, Buffy along with her close friends Willow and Oz, gathered with Xander, who was lost in the pages of a book. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of emotions, as they engaged in a heart-to-heart conversation.

Willow, with a hint of concern in her voice, remarked, "Sounds like your mom's in a state of denial."

Buffy's eyes lit up, reflecting a sense of understanding as she replied, "Not really. She understands what Faith means to me. She's just happy I have options. I think she's kind of hoping I can talk Faith into going away with me to college instead of both of us going to U.C. Sunnydale."

The group shared a moment of camaraderie, the anticipation of new beginnings tingling in the air. Buffy turned her gaze towards Willow, a mix of pride and awe in her expression. "And you, Willow... I can't believe you got into Oxford!"

A warm smile spread across Willow's face as she humbly admitted, "It's pretty exciting."

Oz, the ever-calm presence, chimed in, "You're into some deep academia there."

Teasingly, Buffy added with a grin, "That's where they mold future Gileses!" Her playful glance conveyed unwavering support and admiration for her friend's achievements.

Willow's eyes gleamed with excitement as she enthusiastically agreed, "I know! I could learn and have scones! Although... going to school in a foreign country makes me a bit anxious."

Xander, with a mix of wisdom and playfulness, chimed in, "Everything in life is foreign territory." All eyes turned to him as he raised his book, 'On the Road,' as if presenting his mentor. "Kerouac," he declared. "That's my teacher. And the open road is my school."

A teasing smile tugged at Buffy's lips as she couldn't resist a good-natured jab, "Making the open dumpster your cafeteria."

Xander replied with a roll of his eyes, "Go ahead, mock me..."

Oz interjected, his voice steady, "Think she just did."

"We Bohemian, anti-establishment types are used to being persecuted," Xander stated, revealing a hint of pride in his unconventional identity.

Oz responded with a touch of amusement, "Well, sure. You're all so weird," as Cordelia casually walked past.

Willow, wearing a warm smile, expressed her admiration, "I think it's neat, you doing the back-packing, trail mix, happy wanderer thing." Her eyes sparkled with genuine affection for her friend.

Xander's voice held a mixture of vulnerability and determination, "I'm aware it kind of scores a bit high on the hokey-meter, but I think it'll be good for me. Help me to find myself." His words carried a raw sincerity, revealing his desire for personal growth and self-discovery.

Cordelia, known for her sharp tongue, interrupted the moment with her biting wit, stopping next to Xander. "And help us to lose you. Everyone's a winner," she quipped, drawing everyone's attention to her.

Xander, undeterred, chose to respond with a hint of playfulness, attempting to diffuse the tension, "Well, look who just popped open a fresh can of venom. Hey, Cordy, hear about Will gettin' into Oxnard?"

Willow, with a gentle correction, added, "Oxford."

Xander, his tone laced with a mix of frustration and envy, exclaimed, "And MIT and Yale and every other college on the face of the planet? As in your face I rub it…"

Cordelia, masking her own insecurities, rolled her eyes dismissively. "Oh, whoopie. Oxford. Four years in Tea Bag central sounds like a thrill. MIT is a clearasil ad with housing, and Yale's a dumping ground for people that didn't get into Harvard."

Willow, though triumphant in her own achievements, couldn't help but feel hurt by the negativity. She pointed out, "I got into Harvard."

Xander, stung by Cordelia's earlier remarks, retorted defensively, "Any clue what college you'll be attending? So, we can start calculating minimum safe distance…"

Cordelia's response was sharp and cutting, revealing her own vulnerability, "None of your business. Certainly, nowhere near you losers."

Amidst the heated exchange, Buffy tried to mediate. Her voice carried a mix of frustration and concern as she advised, "Remember to breathe between insults, guys."

Cordelia's words turned even harsher, directed at Buffy this time, "I'm sorry, Buffy. This conversation is reserved for people who actually HAVE a future."

The atmosphere was tense, emotions simmering beneath the surface. In a moment of revelation, Buffy's fierce determination shone through as she declared, "I'm not leaving because I choose to be with my soon-to-be wife. Who doesn't want to leave."

Cordelia's surprise at the revelation of Buffy and Faith's impending marriage was evident as she turned and walked away, no further words spoken. The intensity of the moment left the group in a mix of conflicting emotions, highlighting the complexities of their friendships and the underlying struggles each individual faced in shaping their future paths.

Oz, with his usual calm demeanor, observed, "Angry young woman," his gaze lingering on where Cordelia had walked away. His words carried a hint of understanding, recognizing the turmoil behind her facade.

Willow, with a mix of compassion and reassurance, tried to comfort Buffy, saying, "Buffy, she was just being Cordelia. Only more so. Don't pay any attention to her." Her voice held a comforting tone, attempting to shield Buffy from the sting of Cordelia's words.

Xander, perhaps feeling a twinge of guilt, added, "She's definitely got a chip going." His words held a touch of acknowledgment that their banter might have fueled Cordelia's reactions.

Willow, concerned for both Cordelia and her friend, suggested, "Well, if you didn't goad her so much—"

Xander's response carried a mix of vulnerability and resignation, "I can't help it. It's my nature." He seemed to recognize his own tendencies but struggled to change them.

Willow replied with a gentle roll of her eyes, "You need a better nature."

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"I don't understand," Wesley said, his brow furrowing with concern and confusion, his voice tinged with perturbation.

"I don't think I can talk any slower, Wes," Buffy replied, her tone revealing a mix of frustration and vulnerability, as she struggled to express her feelings. "If I can convince Faith, I desperately want the two of us to escape for a few precious weeks during the summer."

"But you both are Slayers," Wesley argued, trying to grasp the gravity of their situation.

"We're also people," Buffy shot back, her words carrying a hint of anger and hurt, as if the weight of the world's expectations was bearing down on her shoulders. "People who are not just Slayers, but who are also deeply in love and engaged to be married right after graduation."

"You're engaged?" Giles interjected, his eyes widening with genuine surprise and curiosity.

"Yes, proposed not too long ago," Buffy revealed, her voice softening with a mixture of joy and vulnerability. "And Giles, it would mean the world to me if you would walk me down the aisle."

"I would be honored," Giles said, his voice swelling with pride and love as he eagerly accepted Buffy's request to walk her down the aisle, fully embracing her journey as a transgender girl.

"All right, everyone: Monsters, Demons, world in peril…" Wesley reminded them, attempting to steer the conversation back to the seriousness of their duties.

"I bet they have all that stuff in Boston," Buffy retorted, her voice infused with a potent blend of determination and hope, yet beneath the surface, a well of emotions lay hidden. "That's where I will be going for my honeymoon and my..." Her voice trailed off, betraying a mixture of excitement and trepidation as she dared to voice her dreams of not just a romantic getaway but also her yearning for gender reassignment surgery, a defining step in her journey of self-discovery.

"You cannot leave Sunnydale," Wesley declared with authority, drawing upon the power vested in him by the Council, but his words only fueled Buffy's frustration further. "With the power invested in me by the Council, I forbid it."

"Oh, yes. That should settle it," Giles replied, his tone laced with sarcasm, unable to contain his disdain for the Council's rigid and overbearing ways.

Fueled by a surge of emotions, Buffy balled up her fist, her heart pounding with anger and indignation. With a resolute determination, she swung her fist and slugged Wesley hard, the force of her punch knocking him to the floor. "I have about had it with the Council," she declared, her voice quivering with raw emotion. "First, they put me and Faith through that grueling test. Then, they try to take my girlfriend away from me. And now, they have the audacity to say I can't even go on my honeymoon with the woman I am set to marry after graduation." Her words echoed with the weight of her struggle, the battles she faced not only against supernatural forces but also against the oppressive forces that sought to dictate her life.

Buffy's gaze met Giles', a powerful connection of trust and loyalty binding them together. "I don't care if they fired you," she proclaimed fiercely. "As far as I am concerned, you are my Watcher, not this idiot." Her voice softened with affection as she continued, "And in that regard, I saw Faith last night. She told me that the Mayor is expecting something at the airport today. I'm going to wait for her arrival at City Hall and then question whoever is with her for information on this package."

Sunnydale Airport

Faith watched as a man with snake skin boots stepped down from a small prop plane carrying an ornate lead box that was handcuffed to him.

The courier crossed the tarmac and over to Faith and a vampire who stood next to a limo. "He in the car?" he asked.

"No," Faith answered as she opened the door. "We're to take you to him."

The courier kicked the car door closed. "The Mayor was supposed to be here in person. With the money."

The vampire held up the briefcase. "Got it right here."

"Uh huh. Well, the price just went up. I don't like surprises," the courier said.

The vampire looked at Faith as if to say what do you want to do.

"Look," Faith said. "I am going to be honest. I have orders to kill you if that box doesn't make it to the Mayor. So, you have a choice hand it over and take the money that we have or…"

City Hall

As Buffy stood hidden in the shadows across the street, her heart raced with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Her eyes locked onto the elegant limo as it glided to a graceful stop in front of the building. A surge of emotions swept over her as she caught sight of her beloved girlfriend stepping out of the car, clutching an ornate box close to her heart.

Faith's radiant smile illuminated the night, and Buffy couldn't help but feel a rush of affection and admiration for the woman who had become her rock, her confidante, and her source of strength. As their eyes met, a silent exchange of love and devotion passed between them. Faith's simple yet profound gesture of mouthing "I love you" made Buffy's heart swell with joy and gratitude.

In that fleeting moment, Buffy felt an unbreakable connection with Faith, transcending the boundaries of words and genders. She mustered her courage and responded by mouthing back, "I love you, too," her voice choked with emotion.

As Faith disappeared into the building, Buffy watched as the limo pulled into an adjoining alley. She quickly checked to make sure the coast was clear before hurrying toward the limo.

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In the dimly lit room, Faith cautiously entered the Mayor's office, a small box clutched in her hand. Her heart raced with a mix of trepidation and excitement, knowing the significance of the task at hand. As she stepped in, a wicked grin spread across the Mayor's face, like a cunning predator spotting its prey. He eagerly rose from his chair, eager to receive the contents of the box.

"Ah, there it is," the Mayor exclaimed with delight, placing the box gently on his opulent desk. His eyes fixated on Faith, admiring her determination and prowess, the qualities that made her such a valuable asset to his twisted schemes. From his jacket pocket, he retrieved an envelope containing payment for a courier, but Faith skillfully intercepted it before he could question further.

Her voice dripped with a subtle hint of malice, as she replied, "I convinced the courier that it was in his best interest to hand over the box and accept our offer. Otherwise, well, you know what I'm capable of."

The Mayor's amusement grew, and he couldn't help but praise her in awe. "You are one heck of a girl, you know that?" he asked, his voice tinged with admiration. "I mean, geez. The initiative! The skill!"

Faith feigned disinterest, rolling her eyes playfully, but inwardly, she hated the praise. "Go on," she retorted sarcastically, masking her true emotions.

Seizing the moment, the Mayor continued with sinister delight, "I will. I tell you, if Buffy Summers walked in here and told me she wanted to switch to our side? I'd say – 'no thanks, sister! I've got all the slayer one man could ever need.'"

The casual mention of Buffy struck a nerve within Faith. Her expression darkened, revealing a flicker of hurt and frustration that she tried to conceal. In her heart, she yearned for a way out of this dark alliance, a chance to embrace her true self and be with the one she loved, Buffy.

"What?" the Mayor asked.

With a casual shrug, Faith brushed off the Mayor's question, masking her true emotions beneath a veneer of nonchalance. Deep down, though, worry gnawed at her heart, concern for her beloved Buffy clouding her thoughts. The Mayor's thinly veiled threat had not gone unnoticed, and Faith knew she had to be vigilant to protect her girlfriend's well-being.

The Mayor persisted, his tone taunting, as if he enjoyed testing Faith's limits. "Don't tell me you're still sore about that whole Angel and Buffy thing?" he prodded.

Faith managed to maintain her composure, even though she longed to lash out at the Mayor for even thinking about Buffy. "Nah, I'm past that. She can have him," she declared, though inside, she knew it was a farce. The truth was, Buffy was deeply committed to her, and their bond was unbreakable. Yet, to keep the Mayor's suspicions at bay, they had concocted a ruse, making it seem like Buffy was still entangled with Angel.

"Better believe she can," the Mayor sneered, clearly enjoying the chance to provoke Faith further. "She deserves that poor excuse for a creature of the night. You, on the other hand, can do better."

Faith's fingers inched toward the box's lid, she needed to see what was in it so she could get word to Buffy. But before she could lift it, the Mayor's reaction was swift and intense, yanking her hand away with a stern warning, "Don't you dare touch that."

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The night air was thick with tension as the sleek limousine glided into a vacant parking space, its engine purring to a halt. Inside, the vampire's senses were on high alert, every nerve tingling with anticipation. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, and a faint rustling sound behind him made him whirl around, but there was nothing there—just darkness and silence.

As he turned his head back, his world suddenly erupted in a flurry of motion and impact. Buffy, nimble and fierce, materialized out of the shadows like a guardian angel of vengeance. Her fist shattered the window, and before the vampire could react, she had him by his tie, dragging him halfway out of the car with an impressive show of strength.

Buffy's eyes burned with an unwavering determination, her stake clutched firmly in her hand, ready for action. She held all the power in that moment, and the vampire could feel it coursing through her like an electric charge. Despite his dark nature, he couldn't help but be awestruck by her unyielding spirit and raw courage.

"So, what's in the box?" she demanded, her voice a potent mix of authority and curiosity.

Sunnydale High School

Buffy, Wesley, and Xander gathered around the cluttered table, their expressions a mix of determination and concern, as various research books were strewn about haphazardly. "The Box of Gavrok," Buffy spoke, her voice tinged with both intrigue and trepidation. "It houses some kind of great demonic energy or something which His Honor needs to chow down on when A-Day rolls around."

Just then, Giles and Willow entered the room, carrying a rolled-up floor plan that held the promise of vital information. Giles carefully unfurled the floor plan, his experienced hands weighed down its corners with hefty books, as if symbolizing the gravity of their mission. Wesley, his curiosity piqued, inquired, "What's that?"

"Plans for city hall," Willow replied, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "They were in the Water and Power mainframe."

Buffy's gaze fixed on the floor plans, her mind racing to decipher the best approach. "The box is being kept under guard in a conference room on the top floor." She pointed to a specific spot. "There. Unfortunately, that's all I could get out of my informant before his aggressive tendencies forced me to introduce him to Mr. Pointy."

"Well, now ... Here's what I think we should—" Wesley began to suggest.

But Buffy quickly interjected, her voice resolute as she cut Wesley off, "I figure the best approach is to hit it from the roof. I'll take Angel with me."

"Agreed," Giles responded, his voice tinged with a mix of firmness and concern.

"There's a fire-ladder on the east-side of the building," Xander chimed in, studying the floor plans with a determined look on his face, masking the anxiety that lurked beneath.

Wesley hesitated; his mind filled with thoughts of the risks involved. "Yes, fine. But you'll still need—"

Giles cut him off, his voice carrying the weight of wisdom and experience, "It won't be enough to simply gain possession of the box." His eyes scanned the pages of a musty book, searching for answers.

"Right," Willow chimed in, her voice filled with a mix of determination and apprehension. "We have to destroy it, not just physically, but ritually. With some down and dirty black magic."

Wesley, always the cautious one, tried to interject, "Hang on, we don't know what such a ritual would require—"

Giles held the book up, showing it to Wesley. "I think the breath of the Entropics is standard for this sort of thing. Fairly simple recipe," he said. Then, turning to Xander, he entrusted him with a weighty responsibility, "Xander..."

Xander clutched the book tightly. "I know. I'm the ingredient-gettin' guy," he said with a smile.

But just as the tension seemed to ebb, Wesley's voice rang out, commanding attention and halting them all in their tracks. Emotion swirled in the room as everyone's eyes turned to him. "I am in charge here!" Wesley declared, his voice tinged with both frustration and a hint of desperation. "And I say this is all moving much too fast. We need time to fully analyze the situation and devise a proper and effective stratagem."

Buffy, her expression a mixture of defiance and assertiveness, stepped forward, bringing herself nose to nose with Wesley, a silent clash of wills. "You are not my Watcher," she reminded him pointedly, the memory of their previous conversation fueling her words. "That job rests with Giles from now on. I am being nice letting you stay and help out. So, hop on the train or get off the tracks."

Undeterred, Wesley attempted to reason, his voice laden with concern, "The Mayor will most assuredly have supernatural safeguards protecting the box. Oh, we all forgot about that."

Buffy's smile was resolute, a glimmer of confidence in her eyes as she exchanged a knowing look with Willow. "Looks like a job for Wiccan Girl," she said, emphasizing Willow's powers. "What do you think, Will? Big time danger."

Willow met Buffy's gaze with determination, her resolve unshaken. "Hey, I eat danger for breakfast," she quipped, trying to lighten the mood, though the reality of the impending peril was not lost on her.

Xander joined in with a playful remark, trying to lift the heaviness from their shoulders, "But oddly enough, she panics in the face of breakfast foods."

"Let's get to work," Buffy declared, her voice infused with a potent mixture of determination and vulnerability. Her eyes met Willow's, and she added, "Get word to Faith if you can. Let her know we're coming for the box and her." A flicker of fear passed through Buffy's heart as she thought of her beloved fiancée, Faith, who was courageously working as a double agent within the Mayor's office. "I'm going to use this as the best chance to get her out of there," she continued, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of the decision.

Willow nodded, understanding the depth of Buffy's emotions and the importance of rescuing their Faith from the clutches of danger. A sense of urgency and concern danced in her eyes as she promised, "I'll do my best, Buffy. Faith will know we're coming."

April 7, 1999 – Wednesday

City Hall

Wesley guided the van to a halt in the dimly lit alley behind City Hall. As the engine's soft rumble subsided, Buffy, Willow, and Angel eagerly disembarked, their anticipation mingling with a touch of apprehension. They gathered around the passenger window where Giles sat, the emotional atmosphere charged with a mix of determination and concern. "Remember, if something should go awry," Giles began, his voice steady but laden with fatherly worry, "Wesley and I will try to create a diversion."

Wesley attempted to maintain a professional air, his eyes flickering with both responsibility and a hint of frustration, "Let's synchronize our watches. I have exactly eleven six— " He paused, only to notice that none of his companions wore watches. A wry smile tugged at his lips as he muttered, "Yes. Typical."

Willow, ever the cheerful spirit, attempted to lighten the mood, "Maybe we can just count one-one thousand, two-one thousand…"

But underneath the playful banter, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on them all. Giles' voice carried a sense of gravitas as he cautioned, "Be careful. All of you." Each word seemed to linger in the air, reminding them of the danger that lurked ahead.

Buffy's nod conveyed her understanding of the stakes, her heart pounding with a mix of determination and fear for her friends' safety. Angel, silent but resolute, lowered the ladder to the fire escape, his actions a testament to the trust they all placed in each other. With a boost from Angel, Willow ascended the ladder.

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With a tenderness that spoke volumes of their shared history, Angel helped Buffy secure her rigging, his touch conveying both affection and the gravity of the moment. Willow knelt beside the open skylight, her heart pounding in her chest as she clutched the book that held the key to their plan. The emotional weight of responsibility rested on her shoulders as she followed the instructions diligently, a mixture of excitement and trepidation swirling within her.

As Willow sprinkled the fine powder down through the skylight, a hush fell over the group, their breaths held in anticipation. The particles cascaded gracefully into the conference room below, settling on an invisible force field that encircled the mysterious, ornate box. Blue sparks erupted from the force field, a mesmerizing display that both awed and reminded them of the danger they faced.

With a resolute voice, Willow began her incantation, pouring her heart and soul into the words that could break through the formidable barrier. "Be now dissolved, I demand, o powerful shield; no longer defend the box from our hands. Hear us!" Each word carried the weight of their hopes and dreams, intermingled with the fears that threatened to undermine their mission.

A sudden flash of light burst forth, momentarily blinding them, as the force field vanished, revealing the path to their coveted target. Relief washed over the group, mingled with pride in Willow's accomplishment. "Oh, yeah, I'm bad," Willow quipped, trying to lighten the mood amidst the intensity of the moment.

Buffy, ever the leader, acknowledged Willow's success with genuine praise. "Four stars, Wil. Now take off," she said, her voice a mixture of admiration and urgency, knowing they still had a long way to go.

"Taking off," Willow replied, her emotions still running high as she carefully made her way over to the fire escape and began her descent.

Buffy and Angel moved to the edge of the skylight.

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Buffy, her heart pounding with both excitement and apprehension, gracefully repelled from the skylight, feeling a surge of adrenaline as she descended into the room below. Angel, her rock and confidante, lowered her slowly with the cable and pulley, their eyes locking in an unspoken understanding of the risks they were taking together.

As her feet neared the table's surface, Buffy made a daring choice, allowing herself to fall forward, her world momentarily turning upside down. Suspended just inches from the enigmatic box, she moved with precision, her emotions in turmoil as she prepared to make contact. Every nerve on edge, she braced herself for the inevitable alarm that could shatter their hopes.

With careful determination, Buffy reached out and grasped the box, her heart pounding even faster as the shrill wail of the alarm filled the room. Yet, she held on tight, knowing that they had accomplished the first part of their perilous mission.

"Got it," Buffy said triumphantly, her voice laced with a mix of relief and urgency. However, her concern for someone else weighed heavily on her mind. "Now, where is Faith?" she asked, her voice tinged with both love and worry for her beloved fiancée.

Angel's response carried a hint of helplessness. "I don't know," he confessed. "But with that alarm going off, we can't wait for her. We'll come back for her, I promise," he assured, his words filled with unwavering devotion.

In an instant, their hopes were overshadowed by a new obstacle. The rigging suddenly jammed, leaving Buffy hanging upside down, her heart racing with fear. She called out to Angel, her voice trembling with concern, "Angel?!"

"It's jammed," Angel replied, his own fear mingling with determination as he struggled to raise her.

The adrenaline surged through Buffy's veins, amplifying every emotion as she heard the ominous footsteps approaching. "Like very much to come up now, please," she called out, the tension palpable in her voice, as the sound of keys unlocking the door reached her ears. Her heart raced, knowing that time was running out.

"Angel!" she called desperately, her voice carrying a mix of urgency and relief as her steadfast ally responded.

As the door swung open, two menacing vampires burst into the room, their predatory instincts momentarily frozen by the sight of Buffy hanging upside down. She managed a hint of wit amidst the danger, attempting to break the tension, "Don't suppose you want to help get me down." But her words only earned her snarls from the undead intruders. "Didn't think so," she muttered, steeling herself for the coming confrontation.

With a swift and graceful landing, Angel joined Buffy on the table, his presence a comforting anchor in the face of danger. The battle began, their movements fluid and precise as they fought to defend themselves and the coveted box. Each exchange was punctuated with a surge of emotions – fear, determination, and love – as they deftly passed the box between them while keeping the vampires at bay.

In the midst of the chaos, Buffy showed her agility and resourcefulness, deftly unhooking herself from the cable and righting her position. Their synchronized dance of combat and strategic maneuvering displayed the deep bond that held them together, not only as fierce fighters but also as soulmates.

As the fight raged on, the stakes grew higher with each passing moment. Buffy and Angel's heartbeats seemed to synchronize as they faced the relentless pursuit of the vampires, running through the twisting hallways. Time seemed to slow down as they careened around corners, the vampires relentlessly on their heels.

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Breathless and heart pounding, Buffy emerged from the front entrance with Angel at her side. The weight of the box she carried was nothing compared to the emotional surge that coursed through her veins. As the shadows enveloped them, they moved swiftly, their senses heightened by the danger that lurked behind them. The screech of tires pierced the night, and they turned to witness Wesley's heroic act. The sight of him driving the van, leading the pursuing vampires on a merry chase away from them, filled Buffy with gratitude.

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The Mayor stood amidst the wreckage of the conference room, his heart pounding with a mix of frustration and desperation. Debris from the shattered skylight was a poignant reminder of the thwarted plans that now lay in ruins around him. His emotions swirled like a tempest, evident in the way he addressed the chagrined vampires under his command. "Well, this is very unfortunate," he remarked, his voice tinged with irritation and disappointment. "I just had this conference room redecorated, for Pete's sake. At taxpayers' expense!" The once-polished veneer of control faltered as he straightened a tipped-over chair, feeling the weight of his frustration settling heavily on his shoulders. He slumped into the seat, the exhaustion of his schemes taking its toll.

And then, like a storm gathering strength, his emotions peaked, boiling over with a surge of anger. "And, oh, yeah..." he seethed, his tone tinged with a sense of loss and fury. "THEY'VE GOT MY BOX!" The words echoed through the room, a testament to the Mayor's desperation to reclaim what had been taken from him.

Amidst the turmoil, Faith stood in the doorway, her heart torn between loyalty and love. The conflict within her was palpable, the weight of her choices bearing down on her. She had been trying to make her getaway to join Buffy, her beloved fiancée, when a vampire intercepted her with Willow. Her love for Buffy and her role as a spy for Buffy and Giles warred within her, leaving her feeling pulled in different directions.

"Yeah," Faith replied with a heavy sigh, her voice carrying the weight of regret and a sense of resignation. "But lookee what we got." The sight of Willow in her grasp was a reminder of the delicate balance she was forced to maintain between her love for Buffy and her responsibilities as a double agent. She knew the choices she made now could determine the fate of not only their mission but also her relationship with Buffy.

Sunnydale High School

Oz, Wesley, Giles, Buffy, Xander, and Angel stood together, their emotions intertwined like a tightly woven tapestry. The sight of the box and pedestal, surrounded by a bowl and various herbs, filled them with a sense of foreboding. But the turmoil in Buffy's heart was even more palpable as she freaked out, her fear and worry for Willow overwhelming her.

"How did you—you—how did this happen?" Buffy's voice trembled with anxiety as she turned to the others, seeking answers in their eyes.

"We thought she stayed with you," Giles replied, his own concern etched on his face, the weight of the situation heavy upon him.

Angel's voice held a note of remorse, "They must have grabbed her when she hit the ground. Buffy, I'm sorry—"

The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on them all, but Buffy, the leader they all looked up to, took a deep breath and steadied herself. She knew that dwelling on blame wouldn't bring Willow back. "It's nobody's fault; we just got to focus and deal," she declared, her voice filled with resolve and determination.

Her eyes found Oz, her friend and fellow transgender individual, and her heart went out to him, knowing the depth of his love for Willow. In that moment, their shared experiences as transgender individuals strengthened their bond, adding another layer of understanding to their connection.

"Oz, I swear I won't let them hurt her," Buffy declared with unwavering resolve, her voice laced with determination.

Xander's emotions were raw, his heart conflicted between the need for action and the fear of losing Willow. "We go back. Full on assault," he suggested, ready to charge into the fray to save their friend.

Giles, ever the voice of reason, offered a sobering perspective. "They'll kill her," he countered, aware of the dire consequences of a reckless attack.

"Faith wouldn't let them," Buffy asserted, her voice filled with unwavering trust in her girlfriend's capabilities.

But Wesley, ever the voice of caution, challenged Buffy's hopeful belief. "You're assuming she would even be able to stop them from killing her," he countered, the weight of uncertainty heavy in his words. "They could have already done it."

Buffy's resolve remained steadfast, her voice firm as she refused to succumb to despair. "No," she said with conviction. "They know what Willow means to us. She's too valuable, and as long as we've got the box—" Her words trailed off as an idea sparked in her mind, a flicker of hope in the darkness. "The box. We trade."

Wesley shook his head, a mix of concern and uncertainty etched on his face. "We can't," he replied, his voice tinged with regret. The risks were too high, and the consequences too dire.

Seeking guidance, Buffy turned her gaze to Giles, the anchor of their group, the father figure who had always been there for them. She searched his eyes, hoping to find reassurance in the face of the impossible choice they were forced to make. "It's the best plan, it's the safest way, right?" she asked, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

Giles hesitated, torn between the pragmatism of the situation and the love he held for his young charges. He knew that their mission to save Willow was fraught with danger, and that Buffy's heart was entangled with the pain of the decision before them. "Unless Faith can somehow get her out, it might well be—" he conceded, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders.

"We call the Mayor, arrange a meeting," Buffy proposed, her voice laced with a mix of determination and fear for Willow's safety.

But Wesley, ever the pragmatic voice, countered with a sense of urgency, "This box must be destroyed." His concern for the greater good, for the thousands of lives at stake, was etched on his face.

Amidst the tension, Xander's attempt at humor was a fragile attempt to lighten the heavy mood. "I need a volunteer to hit Wesley," he half-joked, though there was a glimmer of seriousness in his eyes. His love for his friends and his concern for their well-being compelled him to voice his frustration.

The room seemed to hold its breath as Wesley pleaded with Giles, seeking support for his stance, "Giles, you know I'm right about this." The two Watchers were at odds, their differing approaches to the situation a testament to the complexities of the choices they faced.

But Buffy, fiercely protective of her friends, would not let their differing views distract from the immediate threat to Willow. Her glare at Wesley was a mix of anger and desperation, her heart aching for her best friend. "Wes, you want to duck and cover at this point," she warned, the threat of physical force underlining her determination to save Willow. "Or do you want me to hit you again?"

Wesley, his authority as a Watcher not to be dismissed, stood firm in his belief that the box had to be destroyed. His voice carried genuine conviction, his concern for the lives at stake evident in every word. "Dammit, you listen to me!" he implored, his emotions raw and his heart heavy with the burden of responsibility. "This box is the key to the Mayor's Ascension. Thousands of lives depend on our getting rid of it."

Tensions flared in the room as emotions crackled like sparks on a heated surface. Buffy's frustration and fear were palpable, her voice laced with venom as she fought to restrain herself from hitting Wesley again. The turmoil within her mirrored the turmoil in the room, the weight of their decisions bearing down on them all.

"There is no other way," Buffy declared, her words a reflection of the inner conflict that raged within her.

But Wesley, too, stood firm in his beliefs, the weight of responsibility etched on his face. "You're the one who took the fight to the Mayor," he reasoned, his voice tinged with urgency. "Which was the right call. This is the town's best hope of survival—it's yours and Faith's chance to go on your honeymoon!" However, Buffy's love for Faith and her unwavering devotion to Willow transcended all other concerns. Her reply came from the depths of her heart, her voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within her. "I love Faith, she knows that," she affirmed, "and she will be okay if we don't go on our honeymoon or if I don't get my gender reassignment surgery." In this moment, nothing mattered more than saving Willow, even if it meant putting her personal aspirations on hold.

Giles, the steady presence they all relied on, tried to restore calm amidst the storm. "All right, let's deal with this rationally—" he began, seeking to find a middle ground that would protect their loved ones and their town.

But Buffy's frustration erupted, her emotions too intense to be contained. She shot a heated glare at Giles, feeling the weight of her love for Willow pushing her to fight for what she believed in. "I can't believe you're taking his side!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with hurt and disbelief.

Giles, feeling torn between the love he had for Buffy and the duty he felt to guide them all, countered with a mixture of patience and frustration. "Nobody said I was taking his side!" he asserted, his voice firm and determined. His heart ached for the pain they were all going through, but he knew that finding a solution required unity and understanding.

The air in the room was charged with emotion as conflicting voices clashed, each carrying the weight of their own convictions. Angel, ever the voice of reason, sought to quell the rising tension. "None of this is helping," he interjected, his voice tinged with concern for the fragile unity of their group.

Xander's attempt at humor was a fragile effort to diffuse the tension, but it did little to alleviate the gravity of the situation. "I'm still for the 'let's hit Wesley again' movement, if anybody cares," he half-joked, though the heaviness in his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil. His love for his friends was both a source of strength and vulnerability, and he grappled with the desire to protect them.

But Wesley, his convictions unwavering, stood firm in his belief that the box had to be destroyed to prevent further harm. His voice carried a sense of urgency, his heart heavy with the knowledge of the potential consequences. "Listen to you people!" he pleaded, his words tinged with frustration and desperation. "You'd sacrifice thousands of lives—your families, your friends? It can all end right here! We have the means to destroy this box—" he implored; the weight of responsibility heavy in his gaze.

Amidst the turmoil, Oz, the calm center amidst the storm, took action. In a quiet but powerful display, he moved to the pedestal and with a burst of violent force, hurled it across the room, shattering it to pieces. His actions spoke volumes, a reflection of the love he held for Willow. He turned to Buffy, giving her the floor to express what they both felt. "You know how I feel," he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. "For you feel the same with Faith. The acceptance and love they both give because we're trans."

Buffy's heart swelled with love for Oz, their shared experiences as transgender individuals forging an unbreakable bond between them. She nodded in agreement, acknowledging the depth of their connection and the understanding they found in each other's arms. With determination in her eyes, she turned to Giles, the man they all looked up to for guidance. "Giles, make the call," she declared, her voice steady with resolve.

Oz calmly moved to the pedestal and very quietly and violently hurled it across the room, shattering it. He turned to Buffy, effectively giving her the floor. "You know how I feel," he said as he turned to Buffy. "For you feel the same with Faith. The acceptance and love they both give because we're trans."

Buffy nodded as she walked over to Oz and pulled him into her arms. "I do," she agreed. She turned to Giles. "Giles, make the call."

City Hall

Willow's heart pounded like a trapped bird, her breath quickening as she desperately tried to unlatch the window. The once inviting view outside now seemed like an unattainable freedom. She could feel the cold, unyielding glass against her fingertips, taunting her with its impenetrability. The room felt suffocating, as if its very walls were closing in on her.

Defeated by the stubborn window, she stepped back, her eyes darting around the room for a way out. Desperation compelled her to search for anything that could serve as a makeshift weapon. With trembling hands, she yanked open the drawers of a nearby desk, praying to find something, anything, that could help her escape this nightmarish situation.

The drawer resisted her force, but eventually gave way, spilling its mundane contents onto the floor - paper-clips, rubber bands, and a pencil. Willow's heart sank. These feeble objects were hardly a match against the menacing vampire that lurked just beyond the door.

As she continued her frantic search, the sound of an unlocking door sent shivers down her spine. Her breath caught in her throat as the vampire slinked into the room, his dark presence filling the air with a malevolent aura. Panic surged through Willow, but she tried to maintain a facade of composure.

"What are you doing?" the vampire questioned, his cold eyes fixated on her.

"Oh, um, just looking for a sucking candy," she stammered, her voice betraying her nerves. "My mouth gets dry when I'm nervous, or held prisoner against my will…" Her words were laced with a feeble attempt at humor, an attempt to mask the terror that coursed through her veins.

The vampire's gaze intensified, and she knew he saw through her flimsy deception. His predatory instincts were awakened, and the atmosphere grew more menacing with each step he took towards her.

"...and I'm suddenly thinking that 'sucking's' not a good word to use around vampires," she blurted out, her voice shaking as she backed away, her mind racing for a way out. Her back hit the cold wall, leaving her feeling cornered and vulnerable.

Fear tightened its grip on her heart as the vampire closed the distance between them, his intentions clear. She tried to appeal to his sense of restraint, "Hey, did you get permission to eat the hostage? I don't think so. You're going to be in some trouble when the Mayor—" But her words were cut short as the vampire's sinister grip tightened around her.

"No!" she cried out in terror, her struggles futile against his superior strength.

"Just a little taste," the vampire said as he leaned in to feed.

Fear clenched Willow's heart as she struggled to control her trembling hands, her powers surging with an intensity she hadn't known before. With eyes squeezed shut, she focused all her energy on the pencil, willing it to levitate behind the oblivious vampire. The room seemed to hold its breath as the pencil hovered, a silent harbinger of doom.

Finally, she opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto the vampire's cold, lifeless ones. Without hesitation, she unleashed her telekinetic force, sending the pencil hurtling into his back. The vampire disintegrated into a cloud of dust, leaving Willow stunned by the power she had wielded so forcefully. Her breathing was labored, and her whole body trembled with a mix of awe and terror at what she had just accomplished.

As she caught her breath, a surge of determination filled her. She knew she had to escape, to find help and save herself and her friends. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears as she hurriedly made her way through the dark and eerie hallway. She tested the first door she came across, but it was locked, adding to her anxiety. She pressed on, her desperation driving her to search for any unlocked exit.

Willow moved with silent determination, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat of apprehension. As she crept closer, the sound of Faith's voice pierced through the tension-filled air.

"They're not going to be brain-damaged enough to come back here tonight," Faith's words seemed defiant, a facade concealing the flicker of hope she clung onto.

Nerves coiling like tightly wound springs, Willow took refuge in a shadowy alcove, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before her. Faith emerged into view, accompanied by the Mayor, shrouded in a sinister aura that sent shivers down Willow's spine.

"Ever have a dog?" the Mayor's voice seemed to drip with a chilling charm, setting off an unsettling vibe in the hallway.

Confused, Faith questioned, "What?"

The Mayor's tone changed, suddenly becoming nostalgic and almost dreamy. "I did," he said, his voice adopting a rhapsodic quality. "Rusty. Irish setter. Swell little pooch. A dog's friendship is stronger than reason, stronger than its own sense of self-preservation."

As they walked away, Willow remained hidden, witnessing the Mayor's twisted ideology firsthand. Her heart ached for Faith, who had to bear the weight of this dangerous undercover mission while grappling with the vulnerability of her emotions for Buffy.

The Mayor's words cut like daggers through the air, ominous and cruel. "Buffy's like a dog. And, hey, before you can say 'Jack Robinson', you'll get to see me kill her like one."

Willow's eyes widened in horror, but more than that, she saw a raw surge of anger flash across Faith's face. It was a potent mix of rage and heartache, borne out of love for Buffy and the weight of the perilous task they had undertaken.

In that moment, Willow's heart swelled with empathy for Faith, knowing that this brave and fierce warrior was torn between her loyalty to Buffy and her commitment to thwarting the Mayor's dark designs. As Faith and the Mayor disappeared around a corner, Willow stepped out of the shadows, her own emotions swirling within her.

Willow cautiously ventured into the Mayor's office, the dim light casting eerie shadows on the cold walls. With her heart pounding like a drum in her chest, she peered around the room, her eyes seeking any clues that could help them thwart the sinister plans unfolding.

Finding the office unoccupied, she tiptoed inside, closing the door as silently as possible. Her mind raced, knowing that time was of the essence. She scanned the room, her eyes falling upon a wooden cabinet, beckoning her curiosity. With a deep breath, she gently opened it, revealing a macabre sight that sent a chill down her spine. The gravity of their adversary's evil intentions lay bare before her, leaving her dumbfounded and unsettled.

"Whoa," she whispered, the word barely escaping her lips as she beheld the unsettling contents.

Her gaze fell upon a small lever discreetly placed inside the cabinet. Instinctively, she reached for it, and with a soft click, a hidden panel at the base of the cabinet slid open, revealing a collection of five large books bound with ominous significance. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized them instantly – the Books of Ascension, the very artifacts Faith had surrendered to protect herself from the Mayor's wrath.

Excitement and fear mingled in her eyes as she gingerly pulled out the books, cradling them in her arms. She couldn't afford to waste any time. She opened the ancient tomes with trembling hands, their weight laden with knowledge that could sway the balance of power in their favor.

In that crucial moment, Faith's voice sliced through the silence like a lifeline. "Red?" she called out, concern evident in her tone. "What are you doing?"

Faith entered the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click, adding an extra layer of secrecy to their clandestine rendezvous. Willow's heart swelled with relief at the sight of her friend, knowing that they could rely on each other in the darkest of times.

Her eyes softened, reflecting her care and love for Faith. "Faith!" she exclaimed, a glimmer of happiness in her voice. "Are you okay?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Faith admitted, her concern mirrored in her eyes. "What are you doing in here? You should have been trying to get out."

As the words escaped Willow's lips, a mixture of guilt and excitement danced in her eyes. "I know, I know," she agreed, her voice tinged with a hint of remorse. "I just couldn't resist."

Their moment of unease was abruptly shattered by the creaking sound of the door opening. Both girls froze, their hearts pounding in their chests as they turned to face the Mayor. Fear flickered across Faith's face as she worried about blowing her cover, but she maintained her composure.

"Girls?" The Mayor's voice resonated in the room, an air of suspicion underlying his words as he walked in behind Faith. His eyes darted between them, his mind seemingly jumping to conclusions. "I hope I'm not gonna have to separate you two," he added, mistakenly assuming that Faith might pose a threat to Willow.

Faith remained still, her eyes locked onto her friend, seeking reassurance in that fleeting moment of uncertainty. But to her relief, Willow silently nodded, a gesture that spoke volumes. It was a silent pact, a promise of understanding and trust between them. Faith knew that Willow had faith in her, and that knowledge gave her the strength to keep her cover intact.

Gritting her teeth, Faith took a cautious step back, positioning herself closer to the Mayor, masking any indication of their true intentions. She knew that she had to play her role convincingly, despite the fear gnawing at her insides.

The Mayor nonchalantly strolled over to Willow, seemingly unfazed by the tense atmosphere in the room. He settled into an easy chair, his grin exuding an unsettling charm. "I just received a heck of an interesting phone call," he announced, his eyes flickering with a mix of amusement and suspicion.

Sunnydale High School

In the dimly lit cafeteria, the tension was palpable as Xander and Oz checked the locked side doors, their hearts pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The weight of responsibility hung heavily upon them, knowing that the safety of their friends and the fate of Sunnydale rested on their shoulders.

Across the room, Buffy stood resolute by the kitchen, her gaze fixed on the front doors that loomed opposite her. Beside her stood Angel, holding the box that could potentially hold the key to unraveling the impending danger. Their close proximity was a bittersweet reminder of their complicated past, but in this moment, they shared a common goal - protecting those they cared for.

Giles and Wesley stood together, their expressions a blend of concern and determination. They knew that the stakes were higher than ever, and their roles as advisors and watchers were more crucial than they could have ever imagined.

"The place is locked down, except for the front," Oz reported, his voice calm despite the unsettling circumstances.

The knowledge that they were cornered, with limited options for escape, gave Xander an uneasy feeling. "Gives me that comforting 'trapped' feeling," he quipped, trying to lighten the mood, albeit unsuccessfully.

Buffy's resolve remained unshaken, her voice firm as she expressed her strategy. "One way out means one-way in. I want to see them coming," she declared.

But just as she spoke, the lights in the cafeteria suddenly flickered and went out, enveloping them in darkness. The abrupt change in atmosphere only added to the sense of foreboding that hung heavily in the air.

"I guess they're shy," Xander attempted to inject humor, though his words faltered slightly as his heart raced in the pitch-black surroundings.

Amidst the darkness, Angel's presence provided a glimmer of assurance. "I can see all right," he assured.

In the dimly lit room, emotions ran high as the tension escalated to an almost palpable level. Buffy stood at the forefront, her heart pounding with a mix of determination and fear.

On the sidelines, Xander and Oz grasped their weapons tightly, their knuckles turning white as they braced themselves for the impending confrontation. Across from them, Wesley and Giles stood, their expressions a blend of concern and resolve, fully aware that they were embroiled in a perilous showdown.

A small moment of eerie silence followed, broken only by the creaking sound of the doors swinging open. Two vampires, minions of the Mayor, entered the room, flanking him as he sauntered in, an air of smug confidence surrounding him. Behind him, Faith held Willow, her friend, and comrade, now a captive in this twisted exchange.

The two groups locked eyes, a charged atmosphere engulfing them as they faced off. Buffy's gaze bore into the Mayor's, her emotions churning within, fueled by the weight of her responsibilities and the love she had for those she sought to protect.

"Well, this is exciting, isn't it?" the Mayor remarked, his words dripping with sinister amusement. "Clandestine meeting by dark of night, exchange of prisoners, I just, I feel like we should all be wearing trench coats."

Buffy's voice rang out, steady but resolute. "Let her go," she demanded, her courage overpowering the fear that threatened to consume her.

The Mayor's smirk widened, his eyes fixated on Buffy, his derisive tone cutting through the air. "Not till the box is in my hands," he retorted, refusing to budge from his position of power. His gaze shifted to Angel, Buffy's former lover, and his words took a cruel turn. "So, you're the girl, and I use that term loosely since you weren't born one, who's been causing me all this trouble." He sneered. "She's pretty, Angel. Little skinny... Still don't understand why it couldn't work out with you and my Faith… Guess you kind of just have strange taste."

The venom in his words was like a blade through the heart, and Buffy's hands clenched tightly, her emotions raw and overwhelming. But she held her ground, fueled by the love she had for Faith, the strength of her friends beside her, and the unyielding determination to protect the ones she cared for, no matter the cost.

"Well, I wish you kids the best, I really do," the Mayor continued, his tone dripping with false sincerity. "But if you don't mind a bit of fatherly advice, I, well gosh, I don't see much of a future for you two. I don't sense a lasting relationship, and not just because I plan to kill the both of you. You have a bumpy road ahead."

"I don't think we need to talk about this," Buffy retorted, her voice laced with a determination that belied her youth.

The Mayor continued his taunts, revealing his cruel nature further. "You kids, you don't like to think about the future, don't like to plan…" he remarked, trying to diminish their resolve.

"That's where your wrong," Buffy said, her confident grin shining through, her love for Faith giving her strength. "Isn't that right, Faith?" she asked, seeking affirmation from her girlfriend.

Faith's eyes met Buffy's with unwavering love and pride. "Right, B," she agreed, her voice steady and unwavering. She released Willow and they moved across the room. Willow came to a stop next to Oz while Faith stopped next to Buffy. "You see me and my girl planned this and many other things out way in advance."

The Mayor's expression shifted, realization dawning upon him. He had been deceived, and Faith had skillfully played her undercover role to gather information. His gaze fell on the vampires under his command, who now wielded crossbows aimed at Faith and Willow, creating a dangerous standoff. "I would say we have a stalemate. You can give me the box or they die."

In that crucial moment, emotions swirled within Buffy like a tempest, torn between her concern for Faith, her beloved girlfriend, and her best friend Willow. Her heart pounded with anxiety as she glanced at Angel, silently conveying her decision, her voice tinged with worry and determination as she instructed him, "Do it."

Angel moved forward, ready to hand over the box as the Mayor's malevolence seemed to loom even larger. But just as the tension reached its peak, a side door swung open, and Principal Snyder made an unexpected entrance, flanked by two imposing security guards. Their arrival sent shockwaves through the room, leaving everyone on edge.

The sound of the door locking behind them echoed like a final nail in the coffin, sealing the fate of those present within this ominous encounter. The Mayor, sensing the shift in power dynamics, retreated into the shadows, his malevolent intent simmering beneath the surface.

Snyder, with his usual disdainful demeanor, wasted no time in asserting his authority. "Nobody moves. I knew you kids were up to something," he barked, his eyes darting around the room with suspicion.

Buffy's frustration simmered, her emotions reaching a boiling point as she had no patience for Snyder's interference at such a critical juncture. "Snyder, get out of here," she urged, her voice laced with urgency, desperately wanting him to understand the gravity of the situation.

But the Principal remained obstinate, his condescending tone unwavering. "You're not giving orders, young man," he retorted dismissively. Without hesitation, he approached Angel and snatched the box from his hands, dismissing its significance with a sneer. "I suppose you're going to tell me I won't find drugs in this box," he taunted, handing it off to one of his guards.

As the Mayor emerged from the shadows, the room held its breath. "Principal Snyder, I think we have a problem…"

Principal Snyder's surprise was evident, his voice laced with a mixture of fear and deference as he stammered, "Mr. Mayor, I... I had no idea you were—I'm terribly sorry."

The Mayor's tone softened, a calculated facade of politeness masking his true intentions. "It's I who should apologize, coming here at night, what must you think…" he replied smoothly, a hint of feigned remorse coloring his words. But his facade quickly crumbled as his gaze fell upon the guard about to open the box.

In that moment, dread washed over the room like a tidal wave. The atmosphere was fraught with tension and foreboding as the Mayor's warning penetrated the air, "Oh. Don't do that."

All eyes turned toward the guard, their hearts pounding with unease as he peered curiously into the box. In an instant, a nightmarish sight unfolded before them. A grotesque, black, spidery creature shot out of the box, attaching itself to the guard's face, unleashing a blood-curdling scream.

Time seemed to stand still as the room collectively held its breath, frozen in terror. The guard's lifeless body dropped to the floor, the box falling from his grip, the horrifying creature still clinging to his face like a macabre adornment. Seconds later, the eerie spider skittered off into the shadows, leaving a sense of dread and chaos in its wake.

A collective gasp filled the room, and Wesley's anguished cry of "Oh, God," echoed the turmoil of emotions swirling within. Fear, shock, and grief enveloped them all, a stark reminder of the deadly stakes they were facing.

In the aftermath of the horrifying encounter, emotions ran high, their hearts still racing with fear and desperation. Xander's voice wavered as he asked the haunting question, "Where did it go?"

Snyder's composure shattered, his frantic demeanor revealing the gravity of the situation. "Get that door open," he urged the guards.

But Giles, ever the voice of reason, firmly opposed the idea, his voice laden with concern. "No! We can't let that thing out of here," he implored, understanding the dire consequences of allowing the nightmarish creature to roam free.

Amidst the chaos, the guard fumbled for his keys, his trembling hands dropping them in a panic.

But Xander's determination persisted, his mind focused on finding answers despite the fear that still gripped his heart. "I still want to know where it went…" he insisted, refusing to be paralyzed by terror.

Buffy, ever the vigilant protector, tried to sense the creature's presence, her senses on high alert as she and Faith stood side by side. They cocked their heads, tuning into every sound and movement, their eyes searching for any sign of the elusive creature.

The unthinkable happened as the spider thing lunged at the Mayor's face. The vampires, loyal to their leader, rushed to his aid, attempting to wrench the horrifying creature from his skin.

The Mayor stumbled back, his face temporarily disfigured by the creature's attack, only to witness a chilling sight as the wounds on his face began to mend and heal. Snyder stood paralyzed; his shock evident as he struggled to comprehend the grotesque spectacle before him.

As the group searched for the spider thing, an unnoticed one made its way out of the box and vanished into the shadows.

Amidst the chaos, the Mayor's chilling words sliced through the tense air. "I wouldn't leave that open..." he warned, sending shivers down everyone's spine. In an instant, Faith's instincts kicked in, her body moving on pure instinct, diving for the box, and slamming it shut just as a third spider thing attempted to crawl out. She severed it's legs in a desperate effort to contain the menace.

But there was no time to rest. As if caught in a nightmarish dance of horror, another spider thing suddenly dropped from above, aiming for Buffy's vulnerable back. Faith's heart leaped into her throat, but before she could even think, Buffy's swift and fearless reaction stunned them all. With an instinctive move, Buffy threw herself hard onto the ground on her back, crushing the spider thing beneath her, sparing herself from its deadly attack.

Giles and Wesley, their faces etched with concern, frantically searched for the first spider thing that had vanished into the shadows. But the true danger lay elsewhere, as Wesley found himself perilously close to the spider thing as it climbed up the wall behind him.

In that moment of desperation, Faith's instincts kicked in, her love for Buffy and her friends driving her to act swiftly and decisively. She spotted the spider thing making its way toward Wesley and without hesitation, she threw the knife the Mayor had given her directly at him.

Wesley let out a terrified scream, his survival instincts kicking in, as he ducked just in the nick of time. The knife found its mark, pinning the spider thing against the wall. The room reverberated with tension and the echo of his scream.

As the guard finally managed to unlock the front door, the vampires made their escape, taking the guard with them, leaving behind a trail of chaos. Oz's question hung in the air, his voice wavering with a mix of relief and uncertainty. "Is that all of them?" he asked, hoping beyond hope that the nightmare was over.

But the Mayor's chilling response shattered any glimmer of hope. He clutched the box with an air of malevolence, his words dripping with sadistic glee. "Not really. There's about fifty billion of these happy little critters in here. Would you like to see?" he taunted; his intentions clear.

Buffy moved toward the Mayor, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. The tension in the room was palpable as the Mayor cracked open the mysterious box. A sly smirk played on his lips as he spoke, taunting them all.

"Raise your hand if you're invulnerable..." The Mayor's words dripped with cruel confidence, and his disdainful gaze fixed on Faith, sending shivers down Buffy's spine. "Your time is coming, Faith. I don't take betrayal lightly." He turned away, carrying the box, leaving everyone in the room stunned and uneasy.

Buffy's eyes locked onto Snyder whose face showed a mixture of fear and bewilderment. She reached out to him, trying to bring him back from the mental crisis he seemed to be having. "Snyder... are you alive in there?" she asked, her voice tinged with genuine concern.

"You... all of you..." Snyder stammered, his voice trembling. "Why couldn't you be dealing drugs like normal people?!" His distress overwhelmed him, and he hurriedly fled the scene.

Buffy turned her attention back to Faith, the love of her life, and wrapped her arms around her in a tight embrace. She could feel Faith's heartbeat against her own chest, reassured by her presence. "You okay?" she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness and care.

Faith gazed into Buffy's eyes, her tough exterior softening in that moment. "Five by five," she replied, her words holding both strength and vulnerability. Leaning in, she planted a tender kiss on Buffy's lips, their love providing a momentary escape from the chaos around them.

"Well, that went swimmingly," Wesley said bitterly.

As Willow and Oz stood together nearby, Buffy felt a sense of relief washing over her. Faith's dangerous undercover assignment was finally over, and Willow was free from the clutches of the Mayor. Despite losing the box, Buffy knew they had achieved their mission's essential goal. She cast a glance at her friends, proud of their resilience, even in the face of adversity. "We did all right," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of pride and relief.

0 – 0 – 0 – 0 – 0

In the library, Buffy sat alongside Faith and Willow on the counter. Faith's arm was tenderly wrapped around Buffy, providing both comfort and support. Giles paced nearby with impatience; the weight of their situation evident in his furrowed brow.

Faith's voice trembled slightly as she recounted the unsettling encounter. "And I walked in on Willow, and she had her hands on the Books of Ascension," Faith began. "I was like, 'Why aren't you hightailing it out of here?'"

Giles turned his attention to Willow, his curiosity piqued. "You actually had your hands on the Books of Ascension?" he asked, seeking confirmation.

Willow nodded, her eyes reflecting a mixture of apprehension and determination. "Volumes one through five," she confirmed, her voice filled with a mix of awe and trepidation.

Giles pressed further, hoping for any scrap of information that might aid their cause. "Is there anything either of you can remember that might be useful to us? Anything at all?" he inquired, the urgency in his voice mirroring the urgency of their predicament.

Faith's expression softened, feeling a pang of regret. "Sorry," she apologized sincerely. "The only time I got a real close look at them was when I delivered them to the Mayor."

Willow's voice trembled with regret as she shared her hurried encounter with the Books of Ascension. "I was in a hurry, and what I did read was kind of involved," she explained, her frustration evident as she recalled the dense text. "If you ask me, it was way overwritten."

Giles sighed, understanding Willow's predicament but also recognizing the gravity of their situation. He wished there had been more time to decipher the ancient knowledge that could potentially save them all.

Feeling a mix of guilt and hope, Willow pulled out a handful of torn pages from her pocket, seemingly the embodiment of casualness amid the tension. "There were a few pages that looked interesting, but I didn't have time to read them fully," she admitted, presenting the salvaged fragments to Giles. Her heart swelled with the desire to contribute anything she could to their cause.

Eagerly, Giles took the pages from Willow's outstretched hand, his eyes alight with the hope that these seemingly insignificant pieces might hold the key they needed.

Faith's curiosity got the best of her, and she couldn't help but inquire, "When did you rip those out? And where did you hide them?"

A mischievous smile graced Willow's lips as she responded, her playful demeanor a momentary respite from the gravity of their situation. "On where I hid them, where else," she quipped, her eyes glancing down at her breasts with a teasing gleam. "And on when I ripped them out, just before you came in the room."

"This is your night for suave," Buffy complimented her friend warmly, admiring the determination and wit that shone through even in dire circumstances. "You should get captured more often."

Willow's response was laced with a mix of humor and sincerity. "No thank you," she retorted, the brief levity a small break from the gravity of their situation.

"Let's hope there's something useful in them," Wesley said, referring to the torn pages Willow had recovered. "And that we have gotten all we could from Faith's time undercover. The Mayor has the Box of Gavrok. As of now, we're right back where we started." His gaze shifted to Buffy. "Wouldn't you say?"

Buffy's heart tightened with the weight of the situation, feeling the enormity of the challenges they faced. Her bond with Faith deepened the gravity of the moment, knowing that their love and support were vital in times like these. Faith, too, understood the significance of the Mayor's possession of the Box of Gavrok. Together, they shared a silent exchange, a fleeting moment of unspoken understanding, reaffirming their commitment to each other and their cause.

Summers Home

Buffy and Faith stepped into the house, greeted by the melodious sound of Joyce's laughter. "You're kidding!" Joyce exclaimed with incredulity. "That is not how I learned it in history class. Oh, hi, Buffy, Faith. Either of you want to say hi to Spike?"

Without a moment's delay, the phone found its way into Buffy's hand, even before a negative response could form. "Slayer," came Spike's voice from the other end.

Buffy leaned in, a mix of curiosity and bewilderment on her face. "How do you even have our phone number?"

Spike's reply came with a touch of devilish charm, " "Through my nefarious evil vampiric ways."

Faith couldn't resist, snatching the phone from Buffy with a grin, she questioned, "Let me guess, Mrs. S. gave it to you?"

A confirming chuckle from Spike followed, "You've got it. Hello, Faith."

"Hey, Spike," Faith's voice held a mixture of curiosity and warmth. "How's Africa treating you? You're still hanging around Johannesburg?"

"Yeah, for a few more days," Spike responded, his words carrying a sense of distance as Faith held the phone, bridging the gap between her and Buffy. "Africa's very hot, and very big. You really have no idea how big until you're here. It's weird, traveling without Dru."

Buffy chimed in, a hint of playful banter in her tone, "Takes away some of your fear factor, huh?"

Spike's retort came, a blend of defensiveness and contemplation, "I'm perfectly scary on my own! Yeah, it does a bit. I dunno. I've never really travelled on my own. It's just different. But not all bad."

Faith interjected with a smirk, her words tinged with humor, "No insane ramblings, for one."

Spike chuckled softly, then a pause followed by more somber words, "There is that. I might come back to Sunnydale soon."

"Do what you want," Buffy's voice held a blend of acceptance and caution. "You know the rules while you're here. No killing, no maiming, no plotting, and we're square. You know my mom loves you."

Curiosity genuine, Spike pressed on, "And what about you two and nibblet?"

Buffy and Faith exchanged a fleeting glance, silently sharing an understanding. "You're not the most despicable vampire that Faith and I have crossed paths with," Buffy conceded. "And Dawn... well, she's got a soft spot for you."

Dawn's objection was quick to follow, her protest clear, "Do not!"

Spike's lips curled into a wry grin. "High praise indeed, coming from the Slayer."

A touch of contemplation laced Buffy's tone, "I know Faith and I wouldn't mind some fresh blood when sparring, I guess. Giles isn't exactly Muhammad Ali. And there's this whole apocalypse thing coming up pretty soon."

"We know how much you hate those," Faith injected, her words infused with a mixture of playfulness and camaraderie.

A faint but discernible smile seemed to resonate in Spike's voice, conveyed through the phone line. "You two only want me for my body," he quipped.

Faith scoffed, her tone rich with sarcasm, "Yeah right. You do remember we're gay, right?"

A chuckle escaped Spike's lips; a gentle amusement evident in his tone. "Buffy's not exactly just gay, you know. She's bisexual, treads both paths," he clarified before his voice took on a more tender note. "Take care, you two. I'll be back sooner than you think. Best of luck in the face of the impending apocalypse."

Their responses came with a mix of dismissiveness and camaraderie. "Wwhatever," Buffy and Faith chimed in unison.

"Let us know when your home." Buffy's words held a touch of genuine concern. "Here's Mom again." With that, she handed the phone over to Joyce, ushering a transition in the conversation.

April 8, 1999 – Thursday

Sunnydale High School

Buffy sat in contemplation looking out at the town before her as Willow joined her.

"Deep thoughts?" Willow questioned.

"Deep and meaningful," Buffy answered as Willow sat down.

"As in?" Willow asked.

"Faith didn't want to leave the Hellmouth unguarded. So, I agreed to stay because I didn't want to live without her at my side," Buffy answered. "But I realized that even if she had wanted to leave, I would still have stayed. I'm a Sunnydale girl. No other choice."

"It must be tough," Willow said with feeling. "I mean, because here I am, I can do anything I want, I can go to any college in the country, and four or five in Europe if I want."

"Please tell me you're going somewhere with this," Buffy said somewhat appalled.

"Nope," Willow said as she held up a university acceptance letter in front of Buffy. "I'm not going anywhere."

Buffy took the acceptance letter and her eyes go wide. "U.C. Sunnydale?"

Willow nodded. "I will be matriculating with the class of 2003."

"Are you serious?" Buffy asked.

"Say, isn't that where you and Faith are going?" Willow asked.

Buffy threw her arms around Willow, tackling her with joy. "I don't believe it!" Then she stopped and sat up again. "What am I saying? You can't."

"What do you mean, I can't?" Willow asked.

"I won't let you," Buffy answered.

Willow smiled. "Of the two people here, which is the boss of me?"

"But there's better schools—" Buffy argued trying to sway her friend.

"Sunnydale's not bad. And I can design my own curriculum," Willow explained, standing firm.

"There's safer schools," Buffy said. "There's safer prisons. I can't let you stay here because of me."

"Actually, this isn't about you or about Faith," Willow said. "Although I'm fond, don't get me wrong, of you and Faith. The other night, getting captured and all… things just got kind of clear. I mean, you've been fighting evil here for about three years, Faith for a year, and I've been helping out some, and now we're supposed to be deciding what we want to do with our lives and I realized that's what I want to do. Fight evil. Help people. I think it's worth doing, and I don't think you do it because you have to. It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in."

Buffy looked at Willow for a moment. "I kind of love you."

"Besides, I've got a shot at becoming a bad ass wicca, and what better place to learn?" Willow added. "Then there is the fact that your trans. And guess what I think that's a cause I want to help you fight for."

"I feel the need for more sugar than the human body can handle," Buffy said in appreciation.

"Mochas?" Willow suggested.

"Yes please," Buffy agreed as they started to walk off. "It's weird. You look at something, you think you know exactly what you're seeing, and then... you find out it's something else entirely."

"Neat, huh?" Willow replied.

"Sometimes it is," Buffy agreed.

April Fool's

In the small dress store, emotions painted a delicate tapestry of hopes and dreams. Cordelia stood before a mirror, holding a lovely dress up in front of her, her heart soaring with dreams of a magical evening. Her reflection sparkled with a glimmer of anticipation, but her reverie was abruptly interrupted by the presence of an older, matronly store manager, whose heavy makeup mirrored the weight of her stern expression.

"Chase, what are you doing? Your break's been over for ten minutes," the manager scolded, her voice carrying the weight of authority. "I still need you to restock the shelves and sweep out the storage room. Let's go!"

With a regretful sigh, Cordelia nodded, her dreams momentarily eclipsed by the reality of her responsibilities. However, a glimpse of Faith browsing through dresses rekindled a flicker of hope within her. Hastily, she made her way over to her girlfriend, seeking a connection amidst the hustle and bustle.

"What are you doing here?" Cordelia inquired, her voice infused with genuine curiosity and concern.

Faith's eyes lit up as she shared her plans for the upcoming prom, her excitement evident in every word. "Prom's coming up," she revealed, "And I'm taking Buffy. I need a dress." Her gaze shifted, noticing the nametag on Cordelia's clothes. "Are you working here?" she asked, eager to understand Cordelia's situation.

Cordelia's response carried a hint of sadness, her vulnerability seeping through the brave facade. "Yeah," she confessed, "Daddy made some mistakes on his taxes, and now we're broke. I'm working here to pay for my dress." Despite the financial burden, she remained determined to find a way to make her dreams come true.

As the manager's voice intruded once more, demanding her attention, Cordelia gracefully balanced her responsibilities with her desire to be of help to Faith. "I'll get to it in a moment, ma'am. I'm helping a customer pick out her prom dress," she assured her boss with unwavering resolve.

As Cordelia and Faith browsed through the racks of dresses, the store seemed to transform into a world of possibilities. Cordelia's eyes sparkled with excitement as she pulled out various dresses, showcasing each one to Faith with a playful twirl.

"How about this one?" Cordelia suggested, holding up a stunning blue gown adorned with delicate sequins.

Faith's eyes widened with intrigue as she examined the dress. "That's gorgeous!" she exclaimed, envisioning herself wearing it to prom. She took the dress from Cordelia's hands and held it up to her body, admiring the way the fabric cascaded gracefully.

Cordelia's smile widened, delighted by Faith's enthusiasm. "You'd look like a total goddess in that," she complimented, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

They continued their search, exploring a variety of styles and colors. Cordelia carefully considered Faith's preferences and personality with each dress she picked out, ensuring that each one resonated with her girlfriend's unique charm.

"Maybe something with a touch of edginess?" Cordelia mused, pulling out a dress that featured bold patterns and asymmetrical cuts.

Faith chuckled, feeling Cordelia's thoughtfulness shining through. "You know me so well," she said, appreciating the effort Cordelia was putting into finding the perfect dress.

As they continued their quest, Cordelia couldn't help but notice how radiant Faith looked in every dress she tried on. Her heart swelled with pride, knowing that she had a hand in making this special moment memorable for her beloved.

Finally, they stumbled upon a dress that seemed to hold an ethereal glow, adorned with delicate lace and a flowing skirt. Faith's eyes widened in awe as she held the dress up to her body.

"This is the one," Faith whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. She felt like she had found the dress that perfectly encapsulated her personality and dreams for the prom night.

Cordelia beamed; her heart filled with joy as she witnessed the sparkle in Faith's eyes. "You're absolutely right," she affirmed, her voice soft with tenderness. "This dress was made for you."

With a sense of euphoria, Faith decided to try on the dress, and Cordelia eagerly accompanied her to the fitting room. As Faith stepped out in the stunning gown, a sense of awe filled the air. The dress seemed to illuminate her from within, and Cordelia couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and love for the person standing before her.

Faith's cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and anticipation, but she couldn't help but think of Buffy. "What do you think, will Buffy like it?" she asked, her voice tinged with a touch of nervousness.

Cordelia's smile softened with affection, and she took Faith's hands in hers, reassuring her with a gentle squeeze. "She will love it," Cordelia said, her voice warm with certainty. "Because in this dress, you are the most authentic version of yourself, and that's what she loves most about you."

Summers Home

Buffy sat on her bed resting in Faith's arms. She was thrilled her girlfriend was finally home. "It's gonna be fun. Will and I are gonna go visit the campus together on Saturday," Buffy said.

"And you're not going to invite me to go along with?" Faith asked teasingly.

"Of course, you're coming. We've been separated for too long while you were undercover. But now that you aren't any more, I don't want to be separated from you anymore," Buffy said as she tilted her head back to give Faith a passionate kiss. "Anyways I'm hoping Mom'll let us live on campus—it's too far to go home every night, plus the lack of cool factor…"

"Married couple housing would be the best call," Faith agreed.

Buffy nodded as she snuggled into Faith's arms. "Couldn't agree more."


Author's Note: Next episode is Prom. That's why Faith is done with her undercover assignment now instead of during Graduation. I wanted Faith to be Buffy's date for the Prom.