Five

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"Will, what am I gonna do?" Buffy asked her friend as they walked through the quad.

"What do you wanna do?" Willow responded.

The slayer felt it. At least she thought she did. Everything inside her had been screaming, ‘Just Admit It!’ When Cordelia had hugged her, showing her support with the ‘Ted’ thing in front of everybody, that’s when it started. He’d been a robot, thank God. And a twisted one at that. Parcheesi? Anyway, doubts became certainties, and she felt giddy. Her. Giddy. It was an odd sensation. Plus, Buffy thought Cordelia had to be pretty sure too, if she risked that amount of contact in public. But was she ready?

"I think I’m going to." The slayer answered, almost completely confident. "Tell her."

"Wow..." The hacker was in awe.

Buffy smiled. "Yeah." She thought to herself. "What do you think?"

"I think ‘wow.’" Willow said. "I’ll be honest. I’m not used to being a Cordelia supporter. Hating her with a fiery passion? That I can do. But I’d have to be a fool, a big fool, if I didn’t see that she cares about you. I don’t know her like you do, but she’s surprised me. It’s still hard to accept a little, but when the aftermath ensues, I’ll be behind you a hundred and ten percent."

Buffy frowned. "Oh yeah. The aftermath. Does Xander know?"

"No. I’m proud of myself. I pretended I had laryngitis for a week so he wouldn’t make me talk, and then he went back to his usual routine." Willow pouted. "Ogling girls that aren’t me."

"You can’t spend the rest of your life waiting for Xander to wake up and smell the hottie." Buffy said, flat out.

"I know...but..." Willow trailed off. "So are you?"

"Yes. I am. I’m gonna do it." Buffy was boosting her confidence level with every step.

"Wow..." Willow repeated herself again, still awed.

"Speaking of ‘wow’ potential, there’s Oz over there. What are we thinking, any sparkage?" This was the first time Buffy had seen her friend interested in a guy that wasn’t Xander, so it opened the door for possibilities.

The guy she was referring to was sitting on the bench, strumming his guitar. He played with Dingoes Ate My Baby, and Willow had met him during Career Week.

The redhead smiled. "He’s nice. I-I like his hands."

"Mm. A fixation on insignificant detail is a definite crush sign." Buffy deduced. "For me, it’s Cordelia’s mole."

"Oh! That’s a good one!" Willow got shy again quick. "I don’t know, though. I mean, he is a senior."

"Hey, you’re talking to a girl who’s about to go ‘alternative lifestyle’ and tell the most popular girl in school that she loves her. So I will hear no excuses. Make a move. Do the talking thing." Buffy encouraged.

Willow glanced at Oz, and then looked at the slayer. "W-what if the talking thing becomes the awkward-silence thing?"

"Well, you won’t know until you try." The blonde said, simply.

As Willow walked over, Buffy prepared herself. There would be no turning back.

***

Harmony, Karen, and some other girl whose name she didn’t remember, were cornering Cordelia in the bathroom. She had just spent a weekend in Vegas watching her parents gamble, and it was really embarrassing. They even had the nerve to call it ‘family time.’ A confrontation was low on her list of things that she wanted to deal with right now.

She knew she had pushed it with the hug, but Buffy had needed it, and she was caring less and less about other people. But now the questions were coming, and since a decision hadn’t been reached yet, she’d have to think of a lie until they could talk it over.

"Okay, we’re concerned about you, and as your friends we thought it was necessary to have a...a..." Harmony couldn’t think of the word.

"An intervention?" Cordelia supplied.

"See? I told you I knew what it was called!" The blonde snapped at the other two. "Yeah, so we couldn’t help noticing your long guy-less streak. At first we thought it was just a ‘Begging Strike,’ but you didn’t ask any of us to join. Then as if that wasn’t horrible enough, Jack saw you with Buffy and Willow in LA, and then he told Josh, who told Tiffany, and then Tiffany told Amber, then Amber told Karen, and then Karen told me. I didn’t wanna believe it."

"Sounds like you’ve got a real reliable system there." Cordelia used sarcasm to her advantage, yet again. "Might as well have heard it through the grapevine; at least then you’d have fruit."

As usual, it went over Harmony’s head. "Huh?"

Cordelia sighed. "Never mind." Why did she want to be popular again?

"We’re worried, sweetie. Cause then we saw you...hug her." Harmony grimaced, causing them all to copy her. "Spending that much time with losers is obviously unhealthy for you."

"They’re not losers." The brunette considered that. "Well, maybe Xander..."

"They’ve brainwashed you into defending them? How tragic!" The ditz squealed. "Come on, there’s plenty of guys out there! Tell us how we can help. Ooh! We can go to the health spa across town after school and put this all behind us. My dad knows a guy, who knows a guy that’s having an affair with a girl who works there, so we got free passes."

Cordelia needed them to calm down. "Look, Harmony, it’s not as bad as you think..."

"You’re in denial, honey." The girl she didn’t know, said.

"You poor thing." Harmony added, sympathetically.

"No, really. You know I went away with my parents, right?" The cheerleader had to think of something fast, while they nodded expectantly. "Well, I got tired of watching them foam at mouth playing their slot machines, so I went back up to my room, and I saw this yummy-looking bellhop." She wanted to gag. "We talked, but we both knew what it was leading to the whole time."

"You mean...you did it with him?" Harmony asked, in awe.

Cordelia nodded. "He was Mexican, and he quiero me. If it got any steamier...well, you know. And south of the border? Whew." She fanned herself.

"Mexican? That’s *so* exotic!" As the sheep giggled and a string of ‘Oh My God’s began, Cordelia had to remember to tell Buffy it was untrue, because this was going to spread like wildfire. "You have to tell us *all* the details!" Harmony insisted.

What Cordelia wasn’t aware of, was that Buffy had been listening outside the door. The slayer already knew, and every word had felt like a blow a million times worse than any demon had given her. They tore her up inside, and she wasn’t sure if she meant that figuratively or not. She needed air; she hoped Cordelia wouldn’t mind if she didn’t stick around for the specifics.

***

The next day, Buffy sat in the library in the moping, defeated stage. The anger and irrationality stage wasn’t far away. Leaving school right after she had heard Cordelia yesterday, she went home and spent all of her unplanned free time locked in her room, for the initial stage. Where there was heavy sobbing and crying. After it was over, the shock set in, and every last doubt was erased. She really did love Cordelia. It wouldn’t hurt this much if she didn’t.

As much as she was trying not to think it, maybe Willow had been right. Maybe Cordelia was manipulating her the entire time. She *hated* being manipulated. Her phone had rung several times the day before, but she didn’t answer it on the chance that it could’ve been her. She vaguely recalled her mother trying to pry information out of her, but she hadn’t budged. Probably because at the time, she just hadn’t registered her presence.

All those poets might’ve been right. Love might be a grand, wonderful thing, but it also sucked when it was turned against you. All you need is love? No, what Buffy needed was a backup plan and some ice cream.

Giles was coming down the stairs. "Buffy? I didn’t hear you come in. How are you this morning?" His voice wasn’t reaching her ears. He walked up to the table. "Buffy, are you all right?"

"What? Fine. I’m fine." She responded, snapping back into reality.

"Yes..." He didn’t think she was, but didn’t press it. "Well, I believe birthday wishes are in order." He smiled.

It was her birthday? Funny how that didn’t make her feel better.

"Thanks, Giles." She forced a smile for him.

Willow hurried through the library doors then, attempting to look calm and casual, but not pulling it off. When she saw her friend’s face, she knew she didn’t have to be the one to break it to her, so she relaxed considerably.

"You heard, didn’t you?" The redhead asked, sitting down.

"Straight from the horse’s mouth." The slayer sighed.

Giles, sensing that this was none of his business, went to catalog.

"You’re at name-calling already?" Willow was shocked.

"It’s an expression, Will." Buffy thought for a second. "No, maybe I am at name calling. You warned me, and I didn’t listen. I guess I was setting myself up for this."

"Maybe there’s another explanation." Willow’s eyes widened. "Oh, but did you hear what she...?" Buffy looked at her. Screw other explanations. "I’m shutting up." Then she remembered something. "But hey! Sorry, I know I said I was gonna shut up, but this isn’t about that, and I won’t bring it up again ever, unless you wanna throw darts at her head, cause uh, I had her yearbook picture blown up and I take it out and put it on my door sometimes when I’m really mad at her and...Happy Birthday."

Buffy smiled genuinely this time. Darts?

Now it was Xander’s turn to enter, and he came to stand behind Willow’s chair.

"It’s the woman of the hour! For she’s a jolly good slayer, for she’s a jolly good slayer..." Picking up on the fact that his lame jokes were going over worse than usual, he stopped. "How about that Cordelia, huh? Gotta wonder how much room she’s got left on that bedpost."

Buffy suddenly felt the need to leave. "Ya know, I have a class that’s starting. Or half over." She got up. "I should probably attend. I’ll catch you guys later."

When she was gone, Xander frowned. "Well, that’s not a perky birthday puppy." Willow slapped his chest. "What was that for?"

"Arm spasm." The hacker answered.

He looked at her strangely. "O...kay."

"So much for our surprise party." Willow said, disappointed. "I bought little hats and everything."

"Buffy’s surprise party will go ahead as we planned. Except I won’t be wearing the little hat." The watcher informed them.

"Giles, I don’t think she --" Willow tried.

"Buffy’s turning seventeen just this once and she deserves a party. It’s obvious that something is bothering her, but we’ll just have to cheer her up." Giles informed the children.

"You’re a great man of our time." Xander said as he was slapped a second time. He was suspicious now. "Another one?"

"It comes and goes." The redhead shrugged.

***

"Buffy, are you okay?" Angel asked after she had killed the vampire she’d been fighting.

The group, along with Oz who was Willow’s date, and Cordelia, had all come to the Bronze for her party. They’d been waiting for Miss Calendar to bring her, when she crashed through the window and went into slay-mode. The redhead wanted to throw Cordelia out, as she had invited the brunette before she decided to have sex with someone and break her friend’s heart, but she figured she’d let Buffy do that.

"Yes. W-what happened?" Giles asked.

Buffy gestured behind her. "Uh, there were these vamps outs..." She glanced around at all the decorations and presents. "W-what’s going on?"

"Oh, um...a surprise party." He said, blowing on a party favor he’d been holding.

"Happy Birthday." Cordelia said, smiling.

Seeing her, Buffy turned immediately to Angel, flashed him a big smile, and rubbed a hand along his chest. "You guys did all this for me? That is so sweet."

"You sure you’re okay?" The vampire asked again.

"Yes, I’m fine." The slayer looked at Cordelia and was pleased when she saw that the cheerleader didn’t like what she was watching. What a shame.

"Are you okay?" Willow asked Oz.

"Yeah. Hey, did everybody see that guy just turn to dust?" The guitarist wondered.

"Uh, well, uh...sort of?" The redhead lamely said.

"Yep. Vampires are real...a lot of them live in Sunnydale...Willow’ll fill you in." Xander sighed and walked off.

"I know it’s hard to accept at first..." Willow began.

"Actually, it explains a *lot*." Oz said.

Cordelia came over to Buffy once the girl had managed to tear herself from Angel. The slayer knew she couldn’t avoid this without making a scene, so she simply waited.

"Okay, why won’t you talk to me? And what was with the show?" The cheerleader asked.

Buffy laughed. "Please tell me you’re joking. Like you don’t know."

"No, Buffy, I don’t know." Cordelia said, honestly.

Buffy almost believed her. "Why are you even --?"

Miss Calendar came in then, carrying a large, odd-shaped box. "Hey, can somebody give me a hand here?" Angel and Giles took it from her, setting it on a table, and Buffy used it as an excuse to walk away from Cordelia. "Those creeps left this behind."

"What is it?" Buffy questioned.

"I have no idea." Her watcher said, puzzled. "Can-can it be opened?"

"Yeah. This looks like a release right here." The slayer noticed.

She got the box open, only to find a severed arm inside. Before she had time to properly voice her disgust however, it rose up and began choking her. Angel quickly grabbed onto the arm, and after a few seconds, he was able to wrench it free from her neck and get it back in the box.

"Well, clearly the Hellmouth’s answer to ‘What do you get the slayer who has everything?’" Xander, though frightened, tried to quip.

"Good heavens. Buffy, are you all right?" Giles said, concerned.

Though she didn’t want to, Cordelia stood in the background, showing silent concern. She didn’t feel all that welcome.

Buffy coughed. "Man, that thing had major grip."

"W-what was that?" Willow asked.

"It looked like an arm." Oz stated the obvious.

"It can’t be. She wouldn’t." Angel shook his head in disbelief.

"What, vamps version of ‘Snakes in a Can’, or do you care to share?" Xander asked.

"It-it’s a legend...way before my time...of a demon brought forth to rid the Earth of the plague of humanity...separate the righteous from the wicked...and to burn the righteous down. They call him the Judge." The vampire told the group.

"The Judge? This is he?" Giles questioned.

Angel shook his head. "Not all of him."

Buffy raised her hand. "Um, still needing backstory here?"

"Um...he, he-he couldn’t be killed, yes? Um, a-an army was sent against him. Most of them died...but, uh, finally they were able to dismember him, but, uh...not kill him." The Englishman explained.

"The pieces were scattered...buried in every corner of the Earth." Angel continued.

"So all these parts are being brought here." Miss Calendar realized.

"By Drusilla. The vamps outside were Spike’s men." Buffy told everyone.

"She’s just crazy enough to do it." Angel knew his childe well.

"Do what, reassemble the Judge?" Willow was confused.

"And bring forth Armageddon." Angel added.

A plan was formulated. By Miss Calendar of all people. Angel was going to get on a cargo ship, and try to take the box as far away from Sunnydale as possible, tonight. She volunteered to drive him to the docks, and Buffy said she would go along. She wanted to say goodbye, because no one knew when he’d be back, but this was also a great opportunity for her to get back at Cordelia. She couldn’t pass it up.

***

Buffy followed Angel into his apartment later that night, her arms wrapped around herself. She was shivering from the rain they had just run through. Everything had been going off without a hitch; they’d gone to the docks and Angel was going to get onto the boat, but they were ambushed by more of Spike’s men, and the box was stolen. While that was happening, she had ended up in the water somehow, and Angel dove in after her.

Miss Calendar had dropped them off at the library, and then went home, frustrated with something. Everyone was researching, hoping to find a way to stop the Judge, but all the books called him un-killable. Cordelia was up in the stacks when they had gotten there, and stayed out of sight the entire time. Angel eventually remembered that one of his contacts had recently informed him that there were a lot of vampires that liked to hang around the old factory the Anointed One had used.

She decided that she and Angel would scope out the factory and the Judge. She had briefly considered going over to Cordelia before leaving, but she was firmly in the anger stage and that impulse faded fast. It was nice being able to avoid her emotions. They got to the factory, and discovered that Druscilla was having a birthday party of her own. Also, the Judge was assembled. Nearly having the humanity burned out of them, they barely managed to escape and run here, through the storm.

"You’re shaking like a leaf." Angel noticed.

"Cold." She told him, her teeth chattering.

"Let me get you something." He offered.

As she watched him get her clothes from his armoire, the only thing she could think was,

There was something wrong with that thought, though.

"Put these on. Get under the covers, just to warm up." He said to her, and she went to his bed and sat. When he didn’t turn away, she stared at him until he got the message. "Sorry." Taking off her top shirt, she winced. "What?"

"Oh, um...it’s okay. I just have...a cut or something." She assured him.

Was it her imagination or was it warming up in here?

"Can I...?" He started, but then trailed off, hesitant. "Let me see."

Buffy held her shirt to her chest. "Okay."

Angel turned, facing her, and sat down on the bed. He touched her back softly, inspecting the cut. Uh oh. This was dangerous territory. Her body was conflicting with her brain, but if she did allow something to happen, would she really be in the wrong? Cordelia slept with someone, why couldn’t she? That was her rationale. They’d be even, right? No harm, no foul, and it wasn’t like Angel wasn’t attractive. She did care for him, so...

But she didn’t love him, and she’d be using him to get back at Cordelia. She couldn’t do that to him, could she?

"It’s already closed. You’re fine." Angel said with relief. Buffy leaned back into him, and brought their faces together as he put his arms around her. "I..."

He felt good. Very good.

"You what?" She asked him softly.

It was so tempting. To make her hurt like she was hurting. Would Cordelia even be affected? Angel would be caught in the middle, and...

"I love you. I try not to, but I can’t stop." He said it with such meaning, such emotion, and she was hit with it.

They began kissing feverishly. This was the irrationality stage; she was supposed to be irrational. But...damn, did he say he loved her? Why did he have to say that? This wasn’t her. She was better than Cordelia. She wasn’t the kind of person who could just...she pulled back abruptly, thus ending the irrationality stage. Just in time, too. Before she made a mistake, and did something she probably would’ve regretted.

"I can’t. It wouldn’t...I’m sorry." She was ashamed. "I don’t wanna hurt you."

Angel stood up, putting distance between them as he tried to calm himself down. In more ways than one. "Because you don’t."

"There’s somebody else." Buffy revealed.

"Cordelia." He said, and Buffy slipped on the dry sweater he’d given her.

Her eyes went wide. "How’d --?"

"Willow told me at the party." Angel said. "Before you got there. She was upset, and talked...*really* fast, but I think I got the general idea."

Buffy smiled. "Then why’d you let me kiss you?"

"For a second, I wanted to believe something I knew wasn’t true." Angel smiled sadly. "If you love her, then don’t give up on her until you’ve heard what she has to say."

And here began the facing the music, good or bad, stage.

"I know it’s not the same, and I know this’ll sound like a line...but could we possibly be friends?" Buffy asked, hopeful.

"I wouldn’t mind." He said, almost gratefully. Though the likelihood of finding someone like Buffy again, someone to love, was low. But he masked his sadness. Buffy deserved to be happy, and as the Slayer, she needed it more than he did. He’d always support that. "You should stay here until the storm blows over. And then --"

"And then I’ll go talk to her." She finished for him. "So...wanna play Go Fish?"

Six

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Back at Sunnydale High, Cordelia had moved to the library table with Willow, and Giles and Xander were in the stacks. She was trying to read and discover how to save the human race, but her ability to concentrate wasn’t working that well. What was up with Buffy? One day they were fine, the next, the slayer couldn’t be around her for more than two seconds. She had tried to call her at least a dozen times.

And Willow was giving her dirty looks when she thought she wasn’t being looked at. Her doubts were coming true. Buffy had disappeared on her, and now she was stuck. Well, she could go back to the fold, go back to being Queen of the Ditzes, but she wouldn’t be able to forget. She’d seen the other side, so it wouldn’t be the same. On the surface she could hide; they had certainly bought her lie. She didn’t even get to tell Buffy about it.

Wait...

"I’m such an idiot!" Cordelia exclaimed.

It was all falling into place now. Buffy had heard, and that started the typical chain reaction. Buffy must have been...why didn’t she see it sooner? The avoidance, the silence, the flirting with Angel...and the final stage of revenge was...

Xander poked his head out from behind a shelf. "Did you just say what I think you said? And I didn’t get it on tape? Damn!"

"Willow, where’s Angel’s apartment?" The cheerleader asked the redhead.

"Why?" Willow wondered, hoping her tone sounded angry enough.

"Cause if I thought someone I was close to being on the verge of...something with, had sex with somebody that wasn’t me, I know what I’d do." Cordelia didn’t like the feeling in her stomach.

"Ha! You admit it!" Willow paused. "I think."

Cordelia sighed. "Just tell me."

"No!" The hacker had been holding it in. Time to let it out. "How could you do that to her? I mean, we all knew you were evil, but even I didn’t think you could stoop this low!"

"Willow --" Cordelia tried. She didn’t have time for this.

"I’m not finished! She can’t confront you, but suddenly I’m feeling brave, so I guess I’ll have to! I’ve got sixteen years worth of rage on reserve; I can last for a long time, trust me!" Willow liked this. "It’s not like she found out from some random person, either! She heard it from you! Rumors are one thing, cause you can’t prove them, but-but you...suck! And I hate your shoes!" Whoa. She had said ‘suck.’ "She was coming to tell you that she loves you, and you were going on and on about your sweaty escapades with an Indian desk clerk!"

"She what?" Xander and Cordelia echoed.

Her timing had obviously been really bad.

The redhead was getting an evil thrill out of this. "Yeah, and she was really excited."

"It was a *Mexican bellhop*, first of all --" Cordelia said. How that stuff mutated was beyond her.

Willow glared. "Like that’s *so* much better!"

"I love her too!" The cheerleader yelled. Then her words registered. She did. Wow. "And there was no desk clerk, or a bellhop, or a room service guy. There wasn’t anybody. Harmony grew a brain cell and got suspicious, so I made it up. It’s all false. *False*. I have way higher standards than that. I was going to tell her, but I never got the chance, okay? Now tell me where the damn apartment is."

Willow was stunned. "Dayton Street. Two blocks b-before the Bronze." Cordelia ran out the doors. "Darn, I feel like a big meanie. And I’m pretty sure my throat’s all red now."

"Willow, you might want to see if you can fetch some water." Giles said. "Xander appears to have fainted."

***

"Do you have any, um, threes?" Buffy asked, looking at her cards as she and Angel sat on the floor of his apartment.

"What’re the rules again?" Angel asked.

"This is sad." She shook her head. "You’ve been around two-hundred years, and you can’t even play Go Fish."

He felt inadequate somehow. "I like Gin."

"I don’t really need to know your drinking habits, thanks." Too much information.

"It’s another type of card game." He grinned.

"Oh." She hid her embarrassment well. "Think I should call the library and see if they got anything on Grouchy Smurf yet?"

Just then, someone started pounding on the door, and before either of them could react, it flew open. A drenched Cordelia came charging in.

"Get your vampy hands *off* my girlfriend!" The brunette demanded, not surveying the situation first. The slayer and the vampire were too confused to do anything. "Oh God, I’m too late!" She saw the cards in their hands. "That’s...different. Most people smoke after sex."

"There was no sex." Buffy finally spoke. "There was going to be, but we...came to our senses." She smiled slightly, amused at Cordelia’s little spectacle. "We decided to play cards instead. Talk about two completely unrelated activities...did you say ‘girlfriend’?"

Angel had gotten up and grabbed the blanket off of his bed. He gave it to Cordelia to use.

"Here, you’re soaked. I...don’t have any towels."

Cordelia looked apologetic. "I ran. I kinda didn’t think to take my car."

He looked up the stairs and outside his door, listening. "I think the rain’s letting up. I’m gonna go make sure they aren’t still searching for us." He smiled at them.

They watched him leave, and then things became awkward.

"Haven’t got a clue on the Judge." Cordelia said, putting the blanket around her shoulders.

"Our only option is panicking? Well, there goes my reputation as a superhero." Buffy sighed. "He’s connected and powered up now, Spike and Dru aren’t dust, and they’re working with him."

"Triple whammy? Ouch." The cheerleader commented.

"Big ouch. Spike *is* wheelchair-bound, though." Buffy paused. "Girlfriend?"

"You didn’t sleep with him?" Cordelia wanted to make sure. Buffy shook her head, and watched as the other girl sighed in relief. "It isn’t true, any of it. I said it just to get Harmony off my back. I didn’t know you were listening."

Cordelia wasn’t lying. The slayer’s eyes grew wide, and then she looked guilty. So she had almost endangered what they had by jumping to a false conclusion? She had a habit of doing that too much, and knew she really had to stop. It wasn’t a good thing; it made her feel lower than scum.

"You know what this means, don’t you? It means I’m a jerk. Some of the things I thought, said..." Buffy was prepared to put herself through hell.

"Okay, how about you keep that to yourself?" Cordelia requested.

They walked closer to one another.

Buffy brought two of her fingers together and moved them in a turning motion in front of her mouth, like someone would a key. "Locked away forever."

"And can we forget this ever happened?" Cordelia cupped her cheek.

She wasn’t used to this ‘romantic contact’ stuff, but Buffy wasn’t trying to run, so she must’ve been doing something right.

"Yes." Buffy closed her eyes, nodding. "Yes, we can."

"There is one thing I wanna remember. Willow...she said you loved me." Cordelia smiled. "Word of advice, though? Don’t mess with her."

"Oh, I know." The slayer smiled back, looking at her once more. "She told you that?"

"Yep." The cheerleader confirmed. "And I told her that I loved you."

Buffy quirked an eyebrow. "No kidding? Huh. Works out well."

"Doesn’t it?" Cordelia wrapped her arms around Buffy’s neck, and as the blanket fell to the floor, she leaned in. "I think we’ve done enough talking. Unless you wanna get Willow to help us out with this next part."

"Enjoy the gutter?" Buffy asked with a grin.

She let Cordelia make the initial contact. After all, she had started the first one; it was the cheerleader’s turn. This time was much better, however. Mutual participation was substantially more enjoyable. They stood there, savoring the moment for as long as possible before they had to come up for air. This kiss had taken too damn long to get to, and they weren’t going to waste it.

They did separate at some point, but that only allowed them to place light kisses on each other’s lips. Buffy ran her hand down Cordelia’s rain-matted hair. She was looking at the true Cordelia Chase now. Her makeup had washed away and smeared in the rain, her hair wasn’t blow-dried or conditioned, and the hair spray had failed. This was the brunette at her plainest and simplest, and she was still beautiful.

"I love you." The girls said together, causing them to giggle. They *didn’t* giggle. Not particularly often, anyway.

It wasn’t that they had anything against Willow, but they felt that they needed to say it to one another to get the full effect out of the words. They hugged tightly.

"Part of you may be a jerk, part of me may be a jerk --" Cordelia began.

"May be?" Buffy asked with a cocky smirk. Cordelia sucked gently on her bottom lip, teasing it, to get her to shut up. She wasn’t complaining.

"But everybody has that part. We’re human. We’ve got parts that are gonna screw up. It’s unavoidable. That’s why it’s a good thing it’s the whole person I’m interested in; the good, the bad, and the --" The brunette was cut off.

"Don’t finish that sentence." Buffy returned the favor and enjoyed her girlfriend’s lip.

"Sexy." Cordelia said breathlessly, winking.

Buffy grinned. "I think we’re on the same wavelength there, but what about --?"

"Let them say whatever the hell they want." Cordelia had thought about this. "I’m above them. Not to mention hotter than all of them combined."

"Can’t argue with that." Buffy smiled.

They proceeded to make out some more, their tongues instantly becoming the best of friends.

"You should go save the world." The cheerleader advised. "I doubt anybody else is gonna get off their ass and do it."

"Yeah, I heard Batman’s really let himself go." The blonde smirked. "Could use some help figuring out the ‘how.’"

"Lucky for you I don’t have plans." Cordelia said.

They grasped hands, heading out into the night. Buffy had faced the music, and was extremely glad she had. The tune was pretty incredible. Boy, could Cordelia kiss.

(Are you gonna listen to me more often now? Her rational side asked, gloating.)

"Not if you’re gonna brag." Buffy said under her breath. Cordelia looked at her. "So uh, where’s my present?" She asked.

"I’m not enough?" Cordelia questioned with mock hurt.

"Somebody’s full of herself." Buffy thought over what she’d said. "Well, look who I’m talking to."

The brunette grinned evilly. "You better run, Buffy. As fast as you can."

"Like you’d catch me." Buffy took off.

Cordelia was never far behind.

***

Giles and Willow were discussing a plan to defeat the Judge with Xander, as Buffy and Cordelia came running through the doors of the library. A plan he had come up with all by himself. He thought it was brilliant, and by the looks he hoped he was receiving, they thought so, too. Who said being the victim of an evil British sorcerer’s magick spell couldn’t be useful?

"Are you positive you’ll be able to --?" Giles started, but was distracted by the returning cheerleader and the surprisingly joyful slayer.

"I won. Pay up." Cordelia requested.

"We didn’t bet." Buffy told her now girlfriend.

Cordelia was miffed. "Well, we should have."

"That’s what everybody always says after they win. You’ll just have to live with..." Buffy grinned, thinking of something. "No. You’ve definitely earned a reward. A victory is a victory, bet or no bet."

Cordelia waited. "So? What is it?"

"It’s not money, but I think you’ll like it." The slayer was drawing nearer and nearer to her mouth.

Xander felt faint again and Giles looked down at a book, but Willow just smiled. Cordelia pointed to the group, reminding the slayer that they weren’t exactly alone.

Buffy blushed. "Right. Fully-functional Judge. Spike on wheels. Healthy Druscilla. Mass annihilation of humanity. I’m on task, I’m focused; I’m ready to do the duty."

"The Judge is whole? And Spike and Druscilla survived? You’re certain?" Giles asked, glad that they were back on a topic he could contribute to.

Buffy nodded. "Oh, I’m certain."

"Then we have no choice but to go with Xander’s plan." He realized.

"Could you be any less confident in me?" Xander wondered, hearing the not so enthusiastic tone of his voice.

"It’s a sound course of action, and there’s no foreseeable reason why it shouldn’t work, however, the most crucial part is all very much dependent on your acting skills." Giles informed him. "And if I remember last year’s talent show correctly..."

"Thanks for opening up old wounds, Giles." Buffy said as she and Willow whimpered. "It was a dumb play, anyway." She paused, killing the memory. "There. It’s gone. Now, seeing as before Xander’s plan, whatever it is, we had nothing...um..." She was attempting to come up with something inspiring, but was falling short. "Isn’t anything better than nothing?"

"Have I mentioned how much I love all the support in this room?" Xander asked sarcastically.

It didn’t matter. Soon they’d be thanking him for saving their hides and feeding him grapes whenever he so desired. Hmmm...maybe not the grapes, but he could dream.

"You know I believe in you, Xand." Buffy smiled.

"Me too!" Willow chipped in. "I woulda said so sooner, but I was going for the ‘silent support’ approach."

"Slow down. Xander has a plan? Xander?" Cordelia found it difficult to disguise her shock.

"And guess what, Cor? You get to be a major player." The male teenager smiled cryptically.

Buffy hugged the brunette around the waist. "Congratulations."

The cheerleader smiled. "Care to let me in on the plan I’m a part of?"

"No." Xander answered.

"Why not?" Cordelia demanded.

Xander exhaled. "Because if I tell you, then you won’t do it."

All three girls raised their eyebrows.

"When do you think they’ll attack?" Willow asked Buffy, as Xander wasn’t going to divulge.

"Tomorrow night. That’ll give the Judge time to recharge. Here’s hoping we catch them at the factory, though." Buffy said.

"I can still get into the base tonight." Xander offered.

"The base?" Buffy asked. She had missed something.

"It’d probably be wiser...strategy to wait until tomorrow, Xander." Giles told him. "The less time we illegally possess property owned by the military, the more comfortable I’ll feel."

"Worried about your green card?" Xander grinned.

"The Council doesn’t like to get entangled in governmental affairs, especially the affairs of this country, and I’m not high priority enough for them to deviate from that attitude." The watcher said.

"Mother-Child complex, huh?" Cordelia asked rhetorically.

"Aw! Giles! You’d take the rap for us?" Willow beamed, smiling at him.

They all smiled at him, in fact.

The adult took off his glasses and rubbed them on his jacket. "It’s simply my belief that the world would be far better off, if you all were...not incarcerated."

"You love us." Willow boiled it down.

"Relax, don’t get your knickers in a twist." Xander joked, and Giles chose to ignore him. "I have patience, you know. Tomorrow it is. But all that tempting firepower..."

They thought he was going to drool.

"Since I’m apparently gonna be an accomplice and most likely end up on the FBI’s Most Wanted list, details would be nice." Cordelia said. "Like now."

"We’ll meet up with Oz and Willow at her house, then a weapon-hunting we will go." He looked the brunette over. "You’ll have to wear something trashy...er. And not so wet. Unless it’s a see-through..."

"Hey!" Cordelia and Buffy exclaimed.

He had blocked out his knowledge of their new relationship as best he could, but it all came back. He wasn’t sure what his stance was yet, but the images he was picturing weren’t bad. Weren’t bad at all.

"The mind wanders to crazy places. I try to control it, but --" He wasn’t good with excuses.

"I’ll call Oz later and ask him if we can use his van." The redhead said, glaring at her friend.

"I’m thinking it’d be better if I don’t know this stuff, and just stick to killing the bad things. Besides, if I get questioned by association, I can deny everything." Buffy commented.

"How convenient for you." Xander said, eyeing her suspiciously.

"Back off, monkey boy." Cordelia warned him. She turned to Buffy. "I need a shower. I’m starting to invent a new odor, and I’m gonna collapse in about two minutes."

The slayer pouted. "K." She kissed her then, despite the audience. "But call when you get home. So I know you’re safe."

The brunette sighed. "This is that relationship thing where you become freakishly over-protective, isn’t it?"

"Hell yes." Buffy didn’t hesitate. Then they kissed -- again. This was one aspect they were going to get a whole lot of enjoyment out of. "Talk to you later?"

"Count on it." The cheerleader smiled.

In a happy daze, Buffy watched Cordelia exit the library.

"Things worked out?" Willow asked with a smile.

"*Oh yeah*." The blonde turned back around, and saw Xander’s jaw hanging open. She went over to shut it. "If you didn’t know before, you do now, and no matter how you feel about it, you have to promise me one thing."

"What?" He asked, gulping.

"Don’t let anything happen to her." Buffy told him.

"I won’t, Buff." He responded.

He could see how serious she was just by looking into her eyes. They were dead serious.

"Promise me." She wanted him to be clear.

"I promise."

And he meant it. He didn’t want to be on the receiving end of a slayer ass whooping, no way.

***

"Okay, what was that? And who are you?" Cordelia asked Xander the following night.

He had just talked their way past a guard and into weapons storage. She had to be a brainless sex object, but it had gone smooth enough.

Searching for what they had come for, he answered her questions. "Remember Halloween I got turned into a soldier?"

"Yeah." She didn’t want to reflect on that night of horrors, but he had taken charge and helped them all to live through it.

"Well, I still remember all of it. I know procedure, ordnance, access codes...everything. I know the whole layout for this base, and I’m pretty sure I can put together an M-16 in fifty-seven seconds." He wasn’t above tooting his own horn.

She was momentarily stunned. "Well, I’m sort of impressed. But let’s just find the thing and get out of here."

"Okay." He was onboard with that. "Uh...you and Buffy...what’s the deal there?"

"Are you being dense?" Cordelia asked. Not even he could be that blind.

"Allow me to rephrase." Xander then corrected himself. "Why you and Buffy? Is it for real, or...?"

"Yeah, Xander. It’s for real." She sighed. "Probably the first real thing I’ve ever had."

He stopped, turning to see the sincerity on her face. "You don’t have a problem with --?"

"Dating a girl? Giving up the throne? Breaking every social rule that’s been in place since the beginning of time?" She paused. "Surprisingly, I’m problem-free. I’ve always set the new trends, maybe this’ll catch on."

"What? Gay fever?" Xander asked, worriedly.

Alternative couples didn’t bother him really, but he enjoyed being heterosexual. His blockage with Buffy and Cordelia had more to do with the fact that, instead of choosing to go for him, they decided to swear off men forever. Unless they didn’t last, but he’d never wish that on Buffy. If Cordelia was who she wanted, and she was happy, then that was that.

And the cheerleader was much better for her than Angel.

"No, dork." She hit him. "Dissolving the groups. The Jocks, the Goths, the Band People, the Computer Nerds, the Audio-Visual Nerds, the Yearbook Nerds..." There were a bunch of sub-categories. "You get the picture; a school where people can hang with whoever they want to. Without fear of, you know, persecution or whatever."

"And after-school thrashings." He added. "Don’t leave those out."

"Cars, cash, class...wouldn’t be a factor." She could see it in her head. "Sunnydale could be a pioneer."

"You’re dreaming. It didn’t work for Marx, it’s not gonna work for you. Especially not on a Hellmouth." Xander was forcing her to face reality.

"I said *maybe*." She reminded him, nearly growling. Puncture her vision? How dare he. "Did you find it yet?"

"Almost." He answered. There was quiet for a few moments. "You love her, huh?"

"I really do." The brunette smiled. "She doesn’t give me a whole lotta choice."

She was still Cordelia, but part of her had transformed; he could certainly see that.

"Does this mean the war’s over?" He questioned.

"That’s your call." She told him. "I’ll be around more often, but just cause I’m involved with someone that happens to be your friend, that doesn’t change anything with us."

"What if she changes it?" Xander grinned.

"Then we’ll have a discussion, and I’ll...cave." She said, knowing that was going to be the result. "But in the meantime, I’m sure you’ll still act like a total retard and leave me with plenty of opportunities to insult you. Though if you’re willing to admit defeat..."

"Never!" The very idea that he would do such a thing was ridiculous.

"So it’s on?" Cordelia asked.

Xander had a gleam in his eye. "Oh, it’s on."

***

The gang walked confidently out of the elevator and into the mall a couple hours later, with Buffy leading and Cordelia beside her. Angel was behind them, followed by Giles and Xander (who were carrying the crate that contained the weapon), and behind them were Willow and Oz. The guitarist suggested that this was where the Judge would go, and he had been right.

"Everybody keep back. Damage control only. Take out any lesser vamps if you can, I’ll handle the Smurf." Buffy informed her group.

"I’m dating a bad-ass." Cordelia grinned happily to herself.

The Judge was on the second level of the mall, but then he took a few steps down. Druscilla was at the top watching, and her security was blocking all the exit doors. A man came walking by one side of the Judge, and a couple came walking by the other. The ancient demon then extended his arms, and bolts of energy emanated from his hands, striking the people. It caused them to freeze, while the energy connected to every person in the surrounding area.

"Oh, goody!" Dru said, gleefully.

Suddenly, a projectile hit the Judge in the chest, forcing him to lose his concentration and halt the killing. He yanked it out. "Who dares?"

Standing on top of a refreshment stand that they had made their way to, Buffy had a crossbow in her hand. Her friends were ducking, and Xander was opening up the crate.

"Think I got his attention." She said, evenly.

"You’re a fool." The Judge said to her. "No weapon forged can stop me."

Angel, seeing the Judge begin to raise his hand, decided that he had to buy Xander and Buffy more time, so he ran out before they could stop him.

Druscilla spotted him instantly. "Punish daddy!" She commanded the Judge, pointing.

Angel stood rigid. The demon smiled, and began to do what he was asked. His energy hit the souled vampire full force.

"Hey!" Xander handed the slayer a rocket launcher, which she rested on her shoulder. "That ‘no weapon forged’ thing? That was then. This is now."

She powered it up and set her sight, opening the trigger guard. The gang took cover, and Druscilla leapt over the railing. The insane vampire was still sane enough to know what it was. The Judge saw the strange device however, and was confused. That confusion freed Angel though, and despite the fact that he was still very much in pain, he managed to scramble backwards.

"What’s that do?" The Judge wondered.

Buffy pulled the trigger, showing him. A rocket flew right into his chest, and he exploded into several hundred pieces. Druscilla was freaking out as those pieces rained down on her, and she tried to escape, but her sire tackled her to the ground. They struggled on the floor, each trying to get the upper hand, when a stake fell out of Angel’s coat.

They both saw it, and lunged. Each getting a hand on it, there was a test of strength. He won, gritting his teeth as he got on top of her, and then turning the sharp end of the stake toward her chest.

Druscilla smiled. "I can see mummy. She’s calling to me from the moon; she wants me to play with her, Angel. In the stars."

"Go see her again, Dru." He rammed the stake home, and she turned to dust.

Buffy came over to him as the sprinklers switched on, dousing the smoke. Getting drenched was quickly becoming a habit. The mall goers were vacating fast, and the gang was taking care of the Judge’s parts.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"I’m fine. I just...need a minute." He answered her. "Help them separate the pieces."

As she walked away, Angel’s eyes darkened and he scowled. "You just destroyed our best work. She was art. What is it with you?"

His face softened then, his eyes widening in fear. "No...it...you can’t..."

He scowled again. "I couldn’t believe I had to sit back and watch you kill Darla. She made us the man we are today. Remember what she felt like?"

Angel shook his head. He didn’t want to remember, because this wasn’t possible.

"And why’d you do it? For her? Yeah, and now look where you are. She picked a cheerleader over you." He laughed. "That’s *really* pathetic. It’s about time I took back what’s mine; you’ve been running things too long. Gotta learn to share."

"How...?" Angel didn’t believe it.

"Go ahead, keep being a choirboy for now. They might get concerned, and we don’t that. But things are about to get *very* interesting." Angelus promised.

Seven

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The gang sat on the bleachers in the gym, dressed in the appropriate attire along with the rest of the class. Which was the same red t-shirt with ‘Sunnydale’ in yellow lettering on the front, and gray shorts or sweatpants. It allowed the teachers and the administration to believe that students had school spirit. Cordelia and Willow were sitting on either side of Buffy, and Oz and Xander sat a row behind the girls. They were listening to the coach ramble on about self-defense.

"Sunnydale is becoming more dangerous all the time. And a full moon like tonight tends to bring out the crazies, but with some simple basics of self-defense, each of you can learn how to protect yourself." The coach was saying.

"Here’s a suggestion -- move away from the Hellmouth." Buffy said, quietly.

Willow watched as the slayer fingered the gold, id bracelet she’d been wearing for the past two weeks, and smiled. She said it had been a birthday present from Cordelia, and after they’d disposed of the Judge, the brunette had given it to her. It was engraved on the back, but the redhead had no idea what it meant.

‘9/7/97 - Thank You’

"What you wanna do is gain advantage of the situation as quickly as possible." The woman continued.

Oz reached forward and put the tag inside his girlfriend’s collar; it was sticking out. They were officially a couple now. She had a musician boyfriend. Ecstatic didn’t even begin to cover how happy she was. She turned to him questioningly.

"Tag." He patted her back, and she smiled at Buffy and Cordelia.

"Your attacker may have the benefit of surprise, but if you plot ahead, then you can turn that advantage to yourself. By being prepared, you have the power. Okay, everyone get into your assigned groups." The coach instructed.

Buffy got up, smiling at the cheerleader, and the coach looked at her.

"You’ll have to take that off, Miss Summers." The woman gestured to the bracelet. "I’m sure you don’t want to risk it getting broken."

The slayer shook her head. "Nope, don’t want that."

Buffy didn’t want to remove it either, but she’d rather not upset a woman with chest hair.

"I’ll take it." Willow offered. "I’ve got pockets." She was wearing a sweat-jacket overtop of her shirt.

"Thanks, Will." Buffy removed it from her wrist carefully, handed it over, and then walked onto the mats.

The hacker looked at it, trying to figure out the date.

Cordelia whispered to her, smiling. "First time she kissed me." She moved to where she was assigned, and waited for Xander.

He was going to be the attacker; she was going to get to hurt him -- finally, a class she could enjoy.

Willow’s mouth formed an O as recognition set in, and her face brightened. That was uncharacteristically sweet. She placed the bracelet in a pocket while going to wait for Oz, her partner for the exercise. She and Cordelia had put the ‘yelling incident’ behind them, but she thought she’d gotten off easy, and planned to use the forgiveness as fuel to establish a friendship with her. Aside from being a cheerleader, Cordelia was one of the outcasts now. The brunette was handling it well, but Willow still wanted her to feel as accepted as possible.

The men were over at the table, along with Larry, the school’s head jock.

"What happened?" Xander asked, his eyes drifting to a bandage on Larry’s arm.

"Oh, last week some huge dog jumped out of the bushes and bit me. Thirty-nine stitches. They oughta shoot those strays." Larry said.

"I’ve been there, man." Oz held up his finger. "My cousin Jordy just got his grownup teeth in? Does not like to be tickled."

"So, Harris, that thing going around about Buffy taking our best meat off the market, it true? Cause that’s a damn shame. Chase was Grade A of the highest quality. And here I always thought you just couldn’t close the deal." The football player smirked.

If he had about fifty or sixty more pounds of muscle, Xander would’ve decked him, but he didn’t, so he kept his cool. "You wanna know, Lar? Ask her." Larry glanced at Buffy, somewhat frightened. "Or not."

Separating, Oz and Xander exchanged smirks of their own and headed over to where they were supposed to be.

Larry came up to a girl who was doing stretching exercises. "Theresa!" The girl straightened. "Be still my shorts. We’re in the same group." He chuckled. "I may have to attack you."

"No, a-a-actually, I think, uh, in our group there are a few of us." Theresa informed him.

Buffy joined them. "And I’m one of the few. Was there something you wanted to ask me?" She had overheard everything. "It’s not my opinion on the O-Zone, is it? Cause you don’t wanna get me started." He just stood there. "Come on, you have a burning desire to learn. I can tell these things. So ask away."

Willow dragged her away from him, then. "Don’t forget, you’re supposed to be a meek, little girlie-girl like the rest of us."

The slayer watched the redhead go back to her spot, and pouted slightly. "Spoil my fun."

A few minutes later, the coach had explained what they were going to do, and Larry had his arm around Buffy’s neck. For some reason he felt more powerful now. She was pretending to attempt to flip him over, adding in a few false grunts for good measure. Everyone else had been doing the same exercise, but was now stopping to look in their direction.

"Why doesn’t she just --?" Cordelia began to ask Xander, and then saw Larry grab her girlfriend’s backside. She gasped. "If she doesn’t, I will."

Within a second, Larry was groaning on his back. He might not have gotten the answer he’d been looking for, but he sure got a message.

"Meat’s bad for you, didn’t you know?" Buffy told him. "Vegetables are a lot healthier. See what they’ve done for me?"

"I love it when she does that." Xander smiled.

"Yeah, but the pain’ll wear off." The brunette grumbled. "Do you wanna know what I would’ve done?"

Xander backed away from her. He didn’t really need, or want, a demonstration.

***

"All I’m saying is, that it would’ve been more permanent, and a hell of a lot more satisfying. Especially if you did it." Cordelia was telling Buffy as they walked into the library with the rest of their friends.

"Four words -- Snyder. My life. Unbearable." Buffy responded. "This is the longest I’ve stayed below his radar; a few more weeks and I’m up for a medal. At least that’s what the janitor told me."

"Hey, I’ve got no love for Larry, but I wouldn’t wish *that* on any registered male in the gender." Xander said with a cringe. "Except maybe Angel." Buffy glared. "You’re with me on this, right, Oz?"

"It’s off-limits." The guitarist agreed.

Willow couldn’t contribute. She was blushing too much.

"See how much I don’t care?" Cordelia asked. "Weaknesses are meant to be exploited."

Buffy raised her eyebrows. Cordelia was apparently unforgiving to people who hurt or upset her, and the slayer made a mental note of that; she’d avoid causing her pain at all costs. She loved her and enjoyed her company. Why would she want to throw that away?

"I’m glad you’re on my side." Buffy gave her a quick kiss.

"Do they sell cups to non-athletes?" Xander wondered. The glint in the brunette’s eye worried him.

"I-I...I need a book. Any book." Willow announced. "Ooh! See Spot Run! Or...The Cat in the Hat!"

They were looking at her strangely, but this was making her feel better. Memories of innocent, harmless, childhood books with no talk of...boy stuff. Or girl stuff.

"Remember? His hat was real long and big and there was lots of stuff insi..." The redhead trailed off, her eyes widening. When did her mind become so corrupted? She had to focus on something else. The table; there was something on the table. "Look! A globe!" She pointed, and then proceeded to bite her fingernails.

Buffy gulped. "A globe?" The slayer backed up towards the doors, Xander following her lead. She reached for Cordelia’s hand, glancing around. They had to get out. "Are there diagrams?"

"The day’s still young." Xander commented. "Give it time."

They continued reversing, but bumped right into Giles, who had come in.

"Giles!" Buffy exclaimed, whirling around. "We were just, uh...hoping we’d run into you. Weren’t we, guys?" Cordelia and Xander nodded with her. "You know, this being the library and all..." She gave her watcher a weak smile. "But literally running into you was --"

"An unexpected bonus." Xander interrupted with a nervous laugh. "Have I told you lately how much I think librarian is a fantastic career choice?"

He eyed the two children. "I found something in the paper this morning. It might simply be coincidence, but I have a theory you’ll all want to hear. And I should accompany you on patrol tonight, Buffy. I suspect you’ll need the aid."

The slayer embraced her girlfriend. "Save me."

***

Angel’s apartment looked like it had been ransacked.

Books were scattered all over, his table was smashed to bits, his pictures and paintings were torn, and their frames were broken. The statue that he kept locked in its own glass case, was in pieces. His fridge was lying open on the floor, the packets inside, all drained. There was blood splattered everywhere. His desk, chair, and armoire were shoved up against the door, and the cord for his phone had been ripped from the wall.

In the bedroom, he sat with covers around him and shivering, his back against the wall. His face was ashen; in a couple days, his cheekbones would be visible beneath his skin. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d fed, and though he wanted to, he knew he couldn’t. He had destroyed his home, and barricaded himself inside of it. He didn’t understand why, but the curse had somehow lost the grip it’d once had, and was no longer keeping his demon at bay.

He had to fight alone. Fight for control of his own body. It wanted to kill again, and do even far worse things. Angel was using every ounce of strength he possessed, to prevent that from happening. He’d spoiled his blood supply and starved himself, in an effort to weaken the demon. He had no choice.

"You gave this up when you asked her to let me in, Soul Boy. It doesn’t belong to you anymore." Angelus said.

"This was clever in theory, but it backfired. We both know you don’t have the energy to keep this up, and when the sun goes down, you’ll let go, and I’m gonna bleed the first girl I see. What do you think the odds are she’ll be a blonde?" Angelus loved being free. "I’ve developed a taste for one."

"I won’t let you touch her." He swore.

"You haven’t seen her in weeks, she hasn’t come by to check on you...I thought she was supposed to care? She forgot you, and you’d still die to protect her. Do us a favor and open your eyes already." His demon was getting tired of the ‘Good Fight.’

"She’s living her life." Angel said. "She’s got more important things...to worry about."

"Oh yeah. She’s the Slayer. Saves the world, so it has to revolve around her. They’re all the same, but you fell for her act. She’s probably too wrapped up in her new toy to see anyone else, or to give a damn about you." He grinned. "What a bitch, huh?"

Angel ignored it. He knew what it was trying to do. He would never hate Buffy; he knew what kind of person she was. If she had been happy with Cordelia these past couple weeks, good. She should take advantage of the time she had.

"If you go out there," He told his demon, "he’ll hunt us down."

"Who, Spike? Now I’m scared." He said, sarcastically. "He’ll be spinning his wheels for awhile, and if he sends his recruits...fine. They’re all a joke. I bet he hasn’t even stopped mourning yet. He picks the wrong ones to get attached to. Like you. I mean, Dru and I had our games --"

Angel figured now he had to object. "I’m nothing like Spike."

He laughed. "I knew when she chose him he was gonna be a problem. Too much..." It wasn’t going to say the ‘L word.’ "He’s too much like a human. He killed when he had to, or he killed to impress her, but he never had a passion for it. The railroad spikes were my idea. I gave him his reputation, and how’d he show his gratitude? By using every chance he got to give me a reason to tear his throat out."

"What...?" It didn’t make sense to Angel.

Demons didn’t feel anything.

"After a century you still don’t get it? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised; you are the human half." Angelus spat. "You’re like them -- you think you do, but you don’t. When we worked together you seemed smarter. Oh well. I’ve got time for a lesson.

"People leave behind more than they think when we take over. Demons. We twist and play with whatever’s left, but what we get to work with depends on who they were. Dru wasn’t evil, just someone with a gift. And I wanted it."

"She was a young girl who was frightened of what she had, and you took advantage of her." Angel said, angrily.

"It sounds so wrong when you put it like that." His mouth curved into a twisted smile. "To make her the best vampire she could be, I had to drive her nuts before I turned her. Well, that, and I was in the mood. But even after she woke up, she loved her family. And me."

"She hated you, too." Angel reminded the monster.

"Her mind was funny that way." He smirked. "When I got here," Angel’s hand touched his chest, "you didn’t care about anything. Spike cared too much, but you...you were full of rage. I had fun with that." His face shifted to vampiric form, and he licked his lips. "Mm...can’t wait to pick up where I left off."

Tears of blood ran down his cheeks. Not again.

***

"I think it should go left twice, right three times, and then finish with a V." Kelli said, demonstrating with her pom-poms.

Cordelia was co-captain of the squad this year, alongside Joy. They were having a night practice in the gym, and she had been very let down by the lack of talent and creativity. Cheerleading did require skill, though some people refused to believe that, and the girls who tried out had none. But they had to go with them, because if they didn’t, Sunnydale wouldn’t have a cheering section.

Scanning the group, she saw the looks they were giving her. Some were disgusted, others were scared, but she was generally being looked down upon. A few of them were part of her once flock. They thought they were better than her? That was a laugh. No, Larry hadn’t been the first to bring up her "change." In the beginning it was uncomfortable, now she was just getting annoyed.

It was sad when she’d rather be hunting werewolves in the dark with a librarian and her girlfriend, but it’d be more enjoyable than this.

"What do you think?" Joy was asking her.

"We need a new routine, but the game’s tomorrow, and..." Cordelia began, as Kelli glared at her. She could hear muffled giggling. "That’s it, I’ve had enough. It’s time to deal with this."

"Cordelia --" Joy tried to step in.

"You’ve heard the rumors, right? Well, they’re all true. There. It’s out in the open." The brunette waited for the gasps to subside. "Yep, Buffy Summers and Cordelia Chase are a thing. We’ve kissed, we’ve dated a couple times, and who knows? We might even have sex."

And the second wave came. "Eew."

"Ashley? Your mouth? Close it." Cordelia ordered. "I’m sure you have your own issues with that, but I don’t give a damn. I’m happy with my life, and if you decide not to acknowledge me anymore, I hope you don’t expect me to think it’ll be a huge loss. Cause it won’t be. I’ve got friends. Actual friends."

All the girls looked around at each other. She had them there.

"I’m still a captain of this squad. I’ve earned it; so if I don’t like something, live with it. Out there you can choose to act like I don’t exist, but in here, I call the shots. Maybe I’m not who I was..." Cordelia thought about that. "No, I know I’m not, but if you think you can mess with me and get away with it, think again. And yeah, that is a threat."

"What are you gonna do to us?" Kimberly timidly asked.

Cordelia was in control, and she loved it. "Don’t worry, I’m not gonna molest you in the showers or check out your ass, cause...yuck, but if I hear anybody saying anything about me and Buffy, and I mean *anything*, I will shove my foot in it. Besides, you all owe her big time, and you know it. Do what I say, and you’ll be safe. But I’m not gonna put up with this crap. Are we clear now?"

"Uh huh...yeah...totally..." Came the replies.

"So you’re finished?" Joy smirked.

"Cheer on." Cordelia said with a nod, pleased with her work.

They feared her again.

***

"This is all so weird. I mean, how are we supposed to act when we see him?" Xander was asking Buffy as they walked into the lounge two days later.

Oz had turned out to be the werewolf, but thankfully, he hadn’t hurt anyone. Willow ended up shooting him; it was no secret that they had a lot to discuss. Buffy hoped for her friend’s sake that they could work through it, because they seemed perfect for one another, and she didn’t want the redhead to lose that.

But Xander wasn’t talking about the guitarist. He had interrogated Larry about his dog bite, and came away from the experience knowing things he hadn’t wanted to find out. Also, wrong impressions were given.

"Well, it’s gotta be weird for him, too. Now that we know so much." The slayer said in response.

"All I know is I’ll never be able to look at him the same again." Xander admitted.

"He’s still a human being." Buffy defended the guitarist. "Most of the time."

They stopped at the vending machine, where Xander realized that they weren’t quite on the same page. "Who are we talking about?"

"Oz. Who are you talking about?" She asked.

"No one." He avoided.

His eyes found Larry and Friends by the stairs; one of them knocked books out of a girl’s hands. While they laughed, Larry picked up the books and gave them back to her. Buffy watched the scene with surprise, and stayed calm as he came over.

"Hey! Xander, look, about what you did...I-I owe you." Larry said, sincerely.

"What’d you do?" She wondered.

"It’s really nothing we should be talking about." Xander said to Buffy, and then turned to Larry. "Ever."

"I know, I know. It’s just, well," The football jock smiled gratefully and patted him on the back, "thanks."

"That was weird." Buffy commented as he left.

She and Xander went and sat at a table.

"What? It’s not okay for one guy to like another guy just because he happened to be in the locker room with him when absolutely nothing happened...and I thought I told you not to push." Xander babbled. Willow’s habit was catchy.

"All I meant is that he didn’t try to look up my skirt." She remarked.

Xander fidgeted nervously with his hands, smiling. "Oh-oh, yeah, that’s-that’s the weirdness."

"Weirdness abounds lately." She said. "Maybe it’s the moon. Does stuff to people."

Buffy smiled as she saw Cordelia enter the lounge, and the brunette soon joined them, kissing her girlfriend and pulling up a chair.

"Like that?" He questioned, blushing.

"What’s with the public display?" Buffy asked Cordelia. "Not that I mind, cause I don’t, but I thought --?"

"I’m the Queen, Buffy. They may not like it, but my subjects obey me." The cheerleader grinned. "Oh, guess what? Larry apologized to me after second period. Which in itself was bizarre, but then he said he was gay and that he’d always be ‘available to talk.’ Just like that. Are we supposed to share a secret bond now?"

"He’s gay?" The slayer’s eyebrows went up. "Where’d that come from?"

"He’s...? My God. Really? Man. You know, you see a guy every day --" Xander started ranting and was interrupted.

"He thinks you helped him." Cordelia said, suspiciously. "Why would he think that?"

"Something you wanna tell us, Xand?" Buffy smirked.

Larry’s gratitude was suddenly making sense.

He sighed. "There were mixed signals, okay? It’s girls all the way for me. The image of you two naked and covered in chocolate, and the hope that at some point in the near future I’ll get to witness it, is what gets me up in the morning." He saw their angry faces. "I see I’ve proved my point."

They sat quietly for a few minutes, blocking out Xander’s hormonal, wet dream comments. Though the girls did get their own enjoyment out of picturing that image. They weren’t going to admit that to him, however. Where would they get that much chocolate?

Cordelia frowned as she saw people placing flowers by a girl’s locker. "So a vampire killed Theresa? For sure?" She asked in a whisper.

"That’s what bite marks on the neck usually mean." The slayer said, sadly. "The one who did it is still out there."

Cordelia had a strong urge to hold her, but that was one line Snyder wouldn’t let any couple cross. She could see how hard this was on her. Every victim stuck, and to make it worse, Buffy had talked to Theresa in class only days ago, saving her from one beast, but not able to save her from another.

The brunette settled for holding her hand. "Must be a relief for Oz, though. And for Willow."

"But think about it." Xander chimed in. "I mean, what life could they possibly have together? We’re talking obedience school, paper training, Oz is always in backyard burying their things, and that kind of breed can turn on its owner."

"I don’t know." Buffy disagreed. "I kinda see Oz as the loyal type."

"All I’m saying is she’s not safe with him." He got to the point. "If it were up to me --"

"Xander...it’s not up to you." The blonde told him. It was Willow’s choice.

"Get Angel to ask around. About Theresa. He could find out who did it." Cordelia realized. It had just occurred to her while she’d been ignoring Xander. "I don’t feel threatened anymore, I swear."

Buffy smiled. "I could. Maybe. I haven’t seen him in awhile...figured he needed time to himself."

"To deal with the fact that Cordy won?" Xander asked with a grin. "I applaud that decision, by the way."

Buffy narrowed her eyes. "But he should’ve warned me about some big danger by now."

"He’s a grown vampire; he can take care of himself." Her friend said. "Damn it, Buff! You’re a slayer, not a babysitter!" Blank stares were the worst. "Star Trek. Classic TV."

"One day I’ll understand you." Buffy remarked, shaking her head.

"Not me." Cordelia smiled. "Why waste my brain cells? I’d only end up dumbing myself down to your low, *low* level and killing my IQ." She thought. "Yeah, I’m more than happy to stay ignorant of your layers. If they exist."

"Ho, ho, that was full of hilarity." Xander said, sarcastically.

Cordelia waited. "What? No comeback? That was just my warm up."

Xander gestured to Buffy. "Don’t you see her glare?"

Buffy was indeed glaring. Their bickering got on her nerves. "If I stayed ignorant of *your* layers, we wouldn’t be here." She reminded her girlfriend.

"But he’s --" The brunette wanted to complain.

"Shush." Buffy kissed her to halt the protest. "Play nice."

Though Cordelia did have a good idea. She couldn’t let that vampire live.

Eight

-------

Spike heard his men enter the warehouse, trying to be slow and quiet. There were only four of them now; he was losing people fast. In his wheelchair, he sat facing a wall, biting back the tears and turning weak emotion into rage. Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day; he would be reminded of Druscilla often, and the pain would come back just when he thought he could function without her. He reminisced, remembering how they used to seek out happy couples that were in the middle of romantic, midnight strolls. The hunt was a Valentine’s Day tradition.

The sight of people in love pleased Druscilla; she had a childlike fascination with the silent communication they shared, while being blind to the world around them. The eyes revealed so much to her, so many stories, and they were always easy prey. Though she was sickened by the goodness out of which the love was born, the blood was sweeter. It wasn’t like her and her Spike. Their love was dark, painfully erotic...it was eternal. At least, her lover and childe had thought that.

She would make the victims’ deaths special, as was fitting for tradition. The neck didn’t get punctured, oh no. The area of the chest -- the flesh that shielded the heart -- she drained the life from there, sinking her teeth in and moaning all the while. She insisted that she had sucked the love right from their hearts, and that she could feel the sensations wash over her. The purity of the feelings made her cry out, but soon her demon blood warped the emotions, and she made that love hers.

When she and Spike retired for the night, they would pleasure each other almost until noon, because she was so high from the energy.

Druscilla was dead, those nights lost, and he could look forward to several lifetimes of loneliness. If the Slayer and his Grandsire didn’t put a stake in him first, of course. Angel. That was where he placed the blame. He’d sent out vampires night after night to kill him, and fewer and fewer came back each time. The ones who escaped said Angel was ruthless, brutal; they weren’t prepared. Then Spike dusted them, angry and frustrated. He’d take the matter into his own, usually capable hands, but was unable to do so at the moment. That was the Slayer’s doing.

She came up with the plan, Angel executed it. They’d die for Dru; that was a promise.

"How successful were we tonight?" He asked in an even tone, still staring at the wall.

"The guy got Tony." His employee spoke.

"Is that right?" Spike wheeled around. "There’s only three of you. Where’s Lenny?"

"Lenny took off, man." His employee answered. "Said he quit."

"That was kinda rude, don’t you think? I would’ve expected at least two weeks notice." He pushed himself onto the speaker’s foot. The vampire winced, and Spike crooked his finger. "What’s your name, mate?"

"R-rick." The vampire hissed.

"Oh, yeah, I remember." Spike told him. "The ‘Power-walker Kill.’ You do nice work."

"T-thanks." Rick tried to maintain his composure, as Spike yanked him by his shirt.

"Which is why I’m not gonna hold this slip up against you. Angel didn’t make it two centuries by being an idiot. He was also no fun, but the point is, he’s not an easy target. And rather than waste more resources on the poof, I’m giving you a new job. You can’t destroy the instrument, you destroy the brains behind it." The bleached demon said.

He paused, letting his blood boil.

"The Slayer. Put the bleedin’ bitch in the ground!" Spike growled. "This is an opportunity very few vampires get...*Rick*. The publicity alone should motivate you, cause if you don’t, you better hope she does you before I hear about it. The sooner the better. Do we have an understanding?"

"S-sure. You b-bet." Rick nodded.

The bleached vampire rolled off the foot, and Angel/Angelus left the scene from his vantage point outside. Buffy was his, and he had to decide what to do about Spike. The demon didn’t want its coming out party spoiled.

***

The following morning the bell rang, signaling the end of American Literature for Buffy, Willow, and Xander. The romantic holiday was upon the three friends, two of which had dates, while the other one didn’t. And being a sensitive guy, Xander was slightly depressed about that. Willow and Oz, Buffy and Cordelia...Xander and The Air. He sighed, having faith that a solution to his dilemma would reveal itself.

As he got up from his seat like the rest of the class, the teacher, Ms. Beakman, spoke. "Papers on my desk. Anybody tries to leave without giving me a paper is looking at a failing grade."

Assignment in hand and bag on his shoulder, he walked down the aisle behind his friends. "Ha, ha, ha. This time I’m ready for you. No ‘F’ for Xander today. No, this baby’s my ticket to a sweet D-minus."

Willow saw Amy, and stopped beside her. "Hey, Amy."

"Hey." The girl responded, adjusting the strap on her backpack. "Are you guys going to the Valentine’s Day dance at the Bronze? I think it’s gonna be a lot of fun."

The redhead turned to the slayer with a huge smile.

"Go ahead, you know you wanna say it." Buffy permitted, amused.

When Willow faced Amy again, she was grinning. "My boyfriend’s in the band!"

Her childhood friend laughed. "Cool."

Willow looked back at Buffy.

"I think you’ve now told everybody." The slayer commented.

"Only in this hemisphere." The hacker pulled on her backpack

"What about you?" Amy asked Buffy.

"Oh, Valentine’s Day is just a cheap gimmick to sell cards and chocolate." Buffy came off sounding nonchalant, then walked up to the teacher’s desk with the girls, and handed her paper in.

"Thank you." Beakman said.

Buffy headed out, followed soon by Willow, who gave her paper and received a ‘thank you’ as well.

Xander was still behind Amy, watching as she and the teacher seemingly got into a staring contest. A few seconds passed, and then the older woman made a gesture like she was accepting a paper. She smiled, gave Amy an automatic ‘thank you’ just like she had for everyone else, and waited on him. Amy left as if nothing happened. He stood in shock for a moment, and then relinquished his paper, in a hurry to catch up with Buffy and Willow.

They were currently making their way downstairs with Amy, and spotted Cordelia standing at the bottom.

"She poo poo’s it, but she’s spoiling her rotten." Willow whispered to Amy, attempting to glance at the brunette discreetly, who was quickly joined by a happy Buffy.

Amy smiled at the pair when they stepped onto the first floor, and then went into the lounge.

"I never said it was a *bad* gimmick, I just said it was cheap." Buffy defended herself, smirking at her friend’s, ‘How did you hear that?’ look.

"And you better not be." Cordelia interjected, putting an arm around her girlfriend’s neck.

Buffy just smiled sweetly. There were plans, all right. She looked away as Xander arrived, having finally reached them through the mass. The mass that continued to give the occasional glare her and Cordelia’s way, but that was about it.

"Did you guys see that?" He questioned, pointing at Amy.

"See what?" Buffy asked back.

"In class. I think Amy just worked some magick on Ms. Beakman." He said.

"You mean like witchcraft?" The blonde assumed.

"You know, her mom’s a witch." Willow reminded the group.

"And an amateur psycho." Buffy added. "Amy’s the last person that should be messing with that stuff."

"What’d you do to her mom, anyway?" Cordelia wondered.

"Heck if I know." Buffy shrugged. "She zapped herself, then presto, no more Evil Mom."

"You won. End of story, if you ask me." The redhead contributed.

"Willow’s right. You have other, more important things to focus on today." The cheerleader told the slayer. "Me, for instance."

"Maybe I should go talk to her." Xander said, an idea springing to mind.

The happiness was too much for him to handle. He ran up to Amy without another word and pulled her aside, away from the crowd in the lounge.

"What are you doing?" She asked, somewhat mad.

"Amy. Long time no see." He couldn’t think of anything better to say.

"We just saw each other two minutes ago." The witch said.

Had he gone insane?

"Yeah, well, that’s...true." He took a quick look around. "And you’re a

witch."

She smiled nervously. "No, I’m not. That-that was my mom, remember?"

"I’m thinking it runs in the family. I saw you working that mojo on Ms. Beakman." He started to look behind himself. "Maybe I should go tell somebody about --"

"That’s not even..." She glared. "That is so mean!"

Xander returned the favor. "Blackmail is such an ugly word."

"I didn’t say blackmail." Amy was confused.

Xander nodded. "Yeah, but I’m about to blackmail you, so I thought I’d bring it up."

"What do you want?" She crossed her arms, defeated, and not hating him enough to turn him into something.

"What do I want?" He rubbed his hands together. "Of all the questions, you had to pick that one, huh? Heh. Sorry, wasn’t a good choice, Amy. In fact, it was very, very wrong. Because now you’re under my control. So much power, so many options...let’s see. What to choose, what to choose..." His confident expression faded, becoming suddenly shy. "Go out with me?"

***

At the Bronze, Dingoes Ate My Baby was playing on stage. Willow was sitting behind the people on the dance floor, at a table with Xander and Amy. She didn’t understand why the two were there together, but was too engrossed in her guitarist boyfriend to care. She moved her head to the beat of the music, a big smile plastered on her face.

"Oz has his cool hair today." Willow announced. "I think I’m a groupie!"

Xander looked at his date. "You can go mingle, ya know. You’ve suffered enough, and I thank you for it."

"I didn’t have to come at all, Xander. I could’ve easily removed your tongue or given you never-ending athlete’s foot." Amy told him, truthfully.

"I’ve gotta do more prep work before I threaten." He gulped.

"I’m glad you didn’t." She said.

Xander was sure this was a trap. "Uh...why?"

"Am I still here?" The witch smiled, and he slowly smiled back.

A short distance away, Buffy and Cordelia were standing behind a couch, drinking cups of soda. They had been dancing during the last song, but decided to sit the current one out. The brunette rolled her eyes at Willow’s enthusiasm, but was very interested in what she was seeing develop between Xander and Amy. It made her wonder where he got the guts to face possible rejection, because she always thought if he asked a girl out his head would explode. She kind of wanted to see if Amy would do it, too.

"They’ve got potential, huh?" Buffy asked, observing the same thing her girlfriend had been.

"I’ve seen worse." Cordelia admitted. "If he keeps her away from cauldrons and black cats, they have a shot." She grinned. "Oh wait. That was *just* her mother."

The slayer shook her head, the sarcastic tone not lost on her, and gave the cheerleader a light thwap on the arm. She then checked her watch and saw the time, which caused her eyes to widen. They were on a schedule, and she had nearly forgotten. She snatched Cordelia’s drink right from her hand, found a place for trash, and dumped both cups.

Cordelia was left alone briefly, trying to figure out what was going on, when she saw Harmony enter the club with her entourage. In that instant, Buffy reappeared and began pulling her towards the doors. She almost tripped.

"Hey! Girl wearing heels here! Someone should’ve stuck to Diet." The cheerleader admonished.

"Sorry, but you’ll thank me later." Or at least Buffy hoped she would.

As they were going, the ditsy blonde glared, so the brunette made it a point to show her a certain finger. Harmony huffed, and hurriedly dragged everyone to the bathroom to complain. The sheep were unaware that they had just brushed past a vampire, who watched as another followed the couple outside, leaving from the back to alert others. He quickly and stealthily made an exit, trailing his competition.

***

They were a block from her house when Buffy stopped walking. Every muscle in her body tensed; she’d felt like she was being tracked even in the Bronze, but ignored it, being too distracted by what non-supernatural things could go wrong with the evening. It figured that since she was finally in a relationship, something would want to interrupt the first important date on the couple calendar. She didn’t have time to mess around with a newborn trying to make a name for himself, she really didn’t.

Cordelia knew what that look on Buffy’s face was, and she also knew she should’ve brought her car. Walking might’ve been romantic, but driving equaled vampire protection. Her girlfriend wordlessly motioned her to stay close, and then the slayer leapt into action, whirling around to deliver a kick to the vampire that had come up behind them. Her foot hit stomach, and the vampire hunched over.

As it straightened, Buffy grimaced. "Angel?"

"Have you ever heard of ‘hello’?" The brunette asked him. "It’s a pretty well-known word. Learn it. Unless you like having your insides rearranged..."

"Not really." Angel said, his arm in front of his stomach protectively.

"Cause hey, if you do, that’s your choice." Cordelia finished.

"What’re you doing here?" Buffy asked, warily.

Something didn’t feel right. Was his face...different? Harder or...and that didn’t matter, because three vampires appeared out of the shadows, circling the trio. Buffy got into a fighting stance. It was a good thing she didn’t decide to wear a dress, or there would’ve been a stake-carrying issue. Getting one out of the pocket of her pants, she stood back to back with Angel, with Cordelia next to her.

"I followed them from Willy’s to the Bronze." He explained. "They’ve been watching you."

"I need to get you in the house. We can make a break for it if Angel holds them off." The slayer told her girlfriend, surveying the situation. "I’m not taking any chances. Once you’re inside, I’ll deal with this."

"But --" Cordelia started.

"No." Buffy interrupted, forcefully. "No one’s gonna spoil tonight for me."

From the second they’d been discovered by Buffy, Angel had been battling with his demon for control, and he wasn’t going to take any chances, either. He had allowed it to feed on too many people already; fighting back was becoming increasingly more difficult, but it wasn’t going to get her. Or Cordelia. He wouldn’t let it. Using all he had, Angel pushed it down, ignoring the inner growl of protest.

"She’s right. Help me." He said, a touch of desperation in his voice. "Help me split them up, then run. I can handle it."

"Are you sure?" The blonde questioned, concerned.

"Wouldn’t be the first time." He cryptically answered.

With that, Buffy round-housed the one in front of her and Cordelia, while Angel took the one on the left. Seeing the hole, they booked it for the house, but not before she tossed him her stake. As the girls went off and distanced themselves from the scene, Angelus broke free, showing its anger through vampiric eyes.

"You always get in my way." It snarled.

"Get used it, you’re stuck with me." Angel replied.

"For now." The demon said.

The two fallen attackers were standing again, joining the third. It was him they wanted, anyway. William the Bloody was a damn cripple; his orders and threats didn’t mean a damn thing. Watching Angel talk to himself caused a slight hesitation, but they were quickly doing their best to beat him down. Unfortunately for them however, demon and man had just decided, at least for the time being, to cooperate with one another.

Even though a part of Angel wanted to die, he couldn’t ignore his survival instinct. He knew that every time he gave into the demon, let it have its fun (in whatever form that took), a piece of him slipped away. But it was too strong an instinct, and with the two halves working together, no prey could survive.

***

"Where’d Buffy and Cordelia go?" Amy wondered, still at the table with Xander.

"Oh, she has this big, romantic dinner thing planned at her place. Cordy didn’t know." He answered her. "I would’ve done something like that too, but..."

This was kind of new.

"Relax. There’s always next year." She grinned, standing up.

Xander was starting to panic. "And here comes the pressure."

Next year? He’d be lucky if she could still stand him next week.

"There isn’t. Really." She assured him. "Dance?"

"I’ll give it the old college try." He cracked his knuckles, and then they walked out to the floor, where Willow and Oz were already dancing. The band was taking a break between sets; a DJ was picking the music. "And if there’s toe crushing, don’t worry; I’ve got the hospital bill covered. They accept Monopoly money, right?"

After some awkwardness, they settled in nicely to the slow-paced song. His arms around Amy’s neck, and hers around his waist, Xander found Willow in the crowd. The friends shared a smile. The redhead wasn’t the only one who’d had a crush on him.

***

In the Summers’ home finally, Cordelia removed her shoes. They were no longer salvageable. Placing them by the door, she was now barefoot, and trailed Buffy into the living room. The slayer switched on a lamp, and then proceeded to look out the large window.

The brunette had noticed that the Jeep wasn’t in the driveway, and as she sat on the couch thinking about that, it raised suspicions. "Your mom go out?"

"Yeah, she met this guy, came into the gallery...they went somewhere..." Buffy answered, still distracted by the view outside the window.

"So it *is* a guy?" Cordelia asked. "Not a robot with a human facelift?"

"I had Willow check. Medical records, police record...he’s got all the right organs and one speeding ticket. From when he was twenty, but I still made mom promise to drive." The slayer paused. "Should I...?"

Cordelia shook her head. "He wants to be macho? Let him. Besides, he was stalking you."

"What?" Buffy turned to her with an alarmed expression.

"When doesn’t he stalk you? That’s all he has to look forward to at night." Cordelia said.

The cheerleader received a mock glare from her girlfriend. "It’s just...I asked him about Theresa a couple weeks ago like you said, and --"

"And his place looked like a tornado blew through it." Cordelia completed the sentence. "Yeah, you told me."

"He didn’t know anything about who got her, but he said the reason the apartment was a mess was cause Spike’s guys were trying to get payback for Druscilla." Buffy elaborated. "Now they’re after me, because they couldn’t take Angel out."

"Then it’s a good thing you’re here, and they’re...someplace that’s else, having their pale asses kicked." Cordelia told her. "I know I’m happy about it."

"But he shouldn’t have to protect --" The slayer wasn’t happy.

"Buffy? Shut up." Cordelia ordered her. The girlfriends kissed then, and that kissing transformed into the more advanced form, which involved tongue exploration. They finished off with some light hand roaming, as they broke contact to enjoy the oxygen that the air had to offer. "Making out on a couch." She managed to sigh. "How cliché can you get?"

"You started it." The blonde wasn’t ready to stop, either. She placed kisses down Cordelia’s neck, and worked her way back up to the mouth. She felt a finger tap her on the back. "Hmm?" She mumbled.

"Why’s there a huge, white bear on the chair?" The brunette questioned.

Buffy giggled, making her take a break and look. "Did somebody read a lot of Dr. Seuss as a kid?"

"Green Eggs and Ham? Ick." Cordelia made a face to go along with her word of disapproval. "Seriously. There’s a bear holding a box of...are they chocolates?"

"Valentines Day, chocolates...I’ve heard that they go together or something. Oh, that’s cliché, isn’t it?" Buffy realized.

"Clichés? Who cares about clichés? I don’t even know what they are." Cordelia became excited.

This resulted in a grin from the slayer. "And since I’m the only one who knows about the ‘Cordelia Chase Secret Teddy Bear Collection’..."

Cordelia pointed. "He’s my bear?"

"He needs a good home. With his own species. Pigs aren’t his thing." Cordelia had gone over to the chair, and Buffy followed. "You two bond while I get dinner ready."

Cordelia was right to be surprised. "You’re cooking?"

"I’m gonna try to, yeah." Buffy sat her chin on Cordelia’s shoulder from behind. "If I fail miserably, you’ll still love me for making the attempt, right?"

"Don’t be stupid; of course I will." The brunette smiled. "Just less."

***

Angelus had considered going back across town to the Bronze, maybe to kill one of the members of the unsuspecting group, but his desire for violence had been placated. Until the next sundown. The threesome attack squad was surprising, putting up quite a fight. They hadn’t died easily; that only made impaling them all the more satisfying, but it was a good effort. It left him thirsty.

He’d have to head in the direction of the club to get home, and he knew he could easily drain one of Buffy’s friends, but the area around there was crowded now; love in the air, and probably the heat of several people screwing their brains out in the alleyways. No dark corner would be quiet enough, there was always the risk that one of them would see and escape to break the news.

The kill had to be anonymous; he wanted to send the pieces to Buffy with a nice card. That’s how she’d find out.

Walking past the high school, he spotted a woman in the parking lot, cell phone in hand, heading towards her car. A teacher working late? Didn’t they know better? She looked familiar, though. Like...oh yeah. Angelus smiled. He didn’t just recognize her face; he recognized the scent of her blood. Deep lineage. This was someone special, someone perfect. Better than the children. This was what he’d dreamed for.

She would be the way to reveal everything, but more importantly, she was revenge.

Nine

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Willow, Amy, and Xander were on stage as Oz and the band packed away their instruments. After two sets, all the songs began sounding the same, but that didn’t slow up the dance and all its related activities, any. Full gear or not, the two couples were going to call it a night. Sadly, party animals they weren’t. Thankfully, Oz had his van, so they could ride in relative safety.

Xander had enjoyed himself more than he’d expected to. The main motive behind asking Amy out had been a simple one -- so he wouldn’t look like a loser standing alone in a corner. Not that he hadn’t noticed her attractiveness before, but she had only been a friend he saw once and a while. He was figuring out that he liked her though, and she seemed to like him. A lot. He wouldn’t object to seeing her in a place that wasn’t school for a second time, possibly even a third. Assuming that she’d agree to a...what was that word?

Date? It sounded so foreign.

The drum set was currently being carried off in its separate pieces, and he couldn’t help but eye the base drum with a raised brow. Gone were the band name and logo -- it had been replaced by a phrase. He knew what it meant; yet it struck him as funny. ‘Happy VD’ was written, with a heart in the middle. It was in the spirit of things, true, but it was also open to his unique brand of interpretation.

"Happy Venereal Disease?" He questioned, smirking. "Actually, that’s sort of appropriate. It’s you guys saying, ‘we know how your night’s gonna end, and we plan to celebrate it. We’re a progressive, non-shunning, groove machine. Go crabs!’"

The hacker and witch grimaced.

"Room became an issue." Oz said.

"Ah. So Devon never learned how to stay between the lines." The singer shot Xander a look. "Love those vocals! Major improvement! I can almost understand every other word now."

"If there was ever a cue to leave, that’s it." Amy said.

The girls pulled him outside, each holding onto an arm. He got the impression that that didn’t swing the odds of there being another outing, in his favor.

***

"No, really. Where’d you get it?" Cordelia asked, walking into the kitchen and recognizing the aroma.

"It’s a present." Buffy turned, gripping the wooden spoon she was using to stir the mixture of sauce, garlic, basil, olive oil, white wine, and clams. "You don’t ask that about a present...and why are you wearing my sweatpants? And my sweater?"

"Um, cause of the comfort factor? They’re a little small on me, but they’re better than that damn dress. It ripped! I knew it wasn’t worth the retail." The cheerleader was angry.

"Whoa, whoa. Where’d it rip, how come I wasn’t shown, and could you look any cuter? You’re all snug and homey." Buffy noticed.

"That’s a bad thing, Buffy. It’s like I’m the ‘little woman,’ when you clearly have that role locked up. I mean, you have the apron, the recipes...you just need a potholder to complete the look." Cordelia commented.

The slayer’s eyes were mad, her lips pursed. "I was gonna let you taste the sauce, but now you’ll just have to wait."

"Fine." The brunette rolled her eyes.

"Go change, too. I want a romantic setting. Candles are involved, and with candles, mood is created. Sweats aren’t part of the mood." The blonde said.

"So it’ll be casually romantic." Her girlfriend shrugged. "Besides, you said I looked cute."

"Technically I said, ‘*could* you look any cuter.’ You’re almost there, but not quite." Buffy grinned, and Cordelia put her hands on her hips in disbelief. "Plus, *you* said I was the ‘little woman.’ Aren’t you supposed to keep me happy?"

"First, I’m not the man. Second, as a woman, I have equal rights. Heard of those? You can’t boss me around and expect me to do your bidding." Cordelia argued.

"Damn feminist." Buffy grumbled.

"Third, ‘little woman’? Height." The cheerleader stated.

"You can’t make up new definitions every five seconds! It means ‘wife.’ You know it, I know it, and the eighty-year-olds who still think it’s current slang, know it." The slayer punctuated each point with a flick of the spoon.

"Are we married? Don’t think so." Cordelia answered her own question. "You can’t blame me cause you’re a midget; I’m taller, I’m in charge."

"I changed my mind." Buffy held out the spoon. "Cordy, taste this."

Cordelia stonewalled. "What if I don’t wanna?"

"Taste." Buffy wasn’t going to tolerate a negative response. The brunette stepped up to the wooden object, and gave it one, long, sensual lick. Buffy wanted to be in charge? That’d happen. Right. The blonde’s throat was feeling dry. "Well?"

"Mm...good." Cordelia’s reaction was perfect. The slayer kissed her without warning; they both could taste the seasoned, clam-filled sauce, which added a whole new level for them to experiment with. "Better."

The buzzer went off for the Chicken Parmesan.

"Sit!" Buffy commanded, somehow resuming her task with relative ease. "I’ll be out in a few, and we’ll eat. Stay like that. What do I care?"

Cordelia smiled. "I love it when I get my way."

***

"He’s coming." Jenny Calendar told her uncle as she paced in his apartment.

The gypsy had recently moved to Sunnydale to keep a closer eye on things. They didn’t trust her to stay impartial.

"I suppose you were looking forward to an evening with this man." Enyos said, sitting in his chair.

That had been the original plan. She realized how she’d been acting, and they’d made amends. Tonight was going to be a reconnection of sorts. In other words, she was all set to send the tweed flying right off of him. Unfortunately, her duty to her people took precedence over her personal life, though Jenny never thought she’d have to deal with the problem that had arisen. She knew the clause, and there had been no catalyst for its activation.

"Angelus is my first priority." Jenny assured him.

"Good." The older man nodded. "Can your friend be trusted with the knowledge of our cause?"

"Absolutely." She said, confidently.

She had called him as she left the school, and just hoped that he didn’t hate her after they told him the story. How do you tell the man that you love, that you were sent to the town where he lived, to watch a vampire your gypsy clan had cursed with a soul for vengeance purposes? That same vampire who’d helped them all over the past two years, and that it was also your job to make sure a moment of true happiness wasn’t achieved, as it was the only thing that could make him revert back to his evil ways? Or so they had believed.

"Understand, Janna, that I do realize your life has been saved by this creature. However, its soul is no longer dominating the flesh it inhabits." Her uncle explained. "The monster that slaughtered our beloved daughter has broken free, and is winning the inner struggle. Soon, the humanity will be completely destroyed. Steps must be taken."

"I know...but why did this happen? That’s what I don’t understand. His habits haven’t changed. Nothing changed." She said to him.

"I’m afraid I do not know the reason, either. But ‘why’ is unimportant to us. The solution is our focus. The Elder Woman has written a new incantation, which will restore what needs to be restored. It is stronger, permanent." He wasn’t enthusiastic about that.

The techno-pagan raised her eyebrows. "Permanent?"

"Yes. If it is successful, he won’t have to fear the loss of his soul ever again. Some have argued that with an eternity to live, it is possible that he could obtain happiness, and that his suffering would end. If his pain is not going to be infinite, many say he should die...yet she will not hear the protests." Enyos sighed. "The Elder Woman may have grown soft with age, but we still must respect her wishes. It has always been that way, and so it shall continue."

"So why doesn’t she just perform the spell now? Why wait?" She wondered.

"Because she is weak, and the strength to perform such magick has left her. The distance is also too great. Her parchment will arrive at your home as fast as possible. The task falls upon your shoulders, child. She has felt great power around you." The man revealed.

"Me?" She asked, disbelievingly. "I don’t have that kind of strength, Uncle."

There was a knock at the door.

"Then perhaps he does." Enyos remarked.

She went to answer the door, preparing herself. When she opened it though, an unexpected surprise was awaiting her. The small shriek came out before she could stop it. Rupert was here, but unconscious, Angelus gripping him by the throat. She should’ve warned him. God, she should’ve warned him. Relax; she had to relax. Angelus couldn’t come in -- this was a private home. How’d he know where to find her, though?

She paled. He knew what she was.

"Hiya, Jenny. Guess who I ran into on the way up?" The demon smiled. "Looks like it’s turning out to be my night after all."

Her uncle came and joined her, speaking sternly. "You are not welcome here. Be gone."

"You know, that’s a really good point." Angelus shook his head. "Geez, I should’ve thought this through. I mean, you probably don’t care about my buddy Giles," He looked down at the watcher, "even though she does, right?"

"Her affairs are of no concern to me." The gypsy said.

Jenny hated her relative at that moment. Life was expendable -- just as long as that life didn’t contain Kalderash blood.

"You wanna get rid of me at any cost. Wow. *That’s* dedication. Let’s see. You’re not giving me much to work with here, so what choice do I have? Oh wait..." Angelus’ embarrassment quickly turned into a dark confidence. "Now I remember."

In his other hand, Angelus held a knife. Yet within an instant, it flew out of his hand, and the sharpened end of the blade was sticking out the other side of Enyos’ neck. Blood escaped down his bottom lip as the Romanian fell to the floor, his nearly dead eyes wide with shock. Jenny brought a hand to her mouth; her brain was having trouble registering anything. When the vampire looked at her again, it was with his true face.

He ran his hand along the weakening barrier preventing his entry into the apartment. "I’d say you’ve got about two seconds, Teacher, then you and Rupert can be together. No one should be alone today; it’s just not right."

She began backing up, looking around for some sort of weapon.

"So since I’m doing you a favor," He crossed the threshold, "at least try to make this fun for me."

***

Xander hopped out of the passenger seat of the van, and slid open the side door when they stopped at the sidewalk in front of Amy’s house. Once the blonde had said her good-byes, she headed to her porch. Willow shut the large door from inside, after she pushed her friend to walk his date up. She felt a small pang of jealousy, but she had Oz now, and she’d be happy for him if he and Amy went somewhere couple-wise.

The two people stood awkwardly on the porch.

"Thanks for blackmailing me. It was...fun." The witch smirked.

"Thanks for not running away." Xander responded. "I gave you plenty of opportunities to, so either you found my wily antics amusing, or you’re just looking forward to mocking me endlessly tomorrow morning."

She laughed. "I haven’t decided yet, but I’ll let ya know."

"I appreciate that." He smiled. "Hey, if your vote happens to swing toward the, ‘I like that guy’ area, would you, I don’t know...wanna do something remotely similar to tonight, uh...again? But with the possibility of a movie and fast food being involved? Feel free to shoot me down."

She smiled. "It’s not classiest offer I’ve ever had...but I can’t see why I’d say no. Maybe I’m drawn to you."

"Drawn? To me? That’s great!" He cleared his throat. "I’m masculine. Yeah." She was still smirking. "This is me leaving before your brain comes back, and you stop being temporarily insane."

"With compliments like that, it’s hard to understand why girls aren’t falling all over you." Amy joked.

He was embarrassed. "Oh, they fall. They fall so hard there’s usually casts and restraining orders shortly afterwards."

She kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, Xander."

It had been a good Venereal...err...Valentines Day, after all.

***

Jenny was struggling to get out to the fire escape through the window, while trying to ignore her newly broken leg, but it wasn’t working. If she lived through this with only that, and the numerous bruises she’d received, she’d be happy. Some of the floor’s other residents must have gotten nosy, because she could hear and see the sirens coming closer. Thank God for people who couldn’t mind their own business. She and Giles just had to hold on a little longer; Angelus wouldn’t risk being surrounded by cops. He’d be removing the bullets from his body for a month.

The Englishman had come around two minutes ago, finding himself lying next to a dead man. Jenny had given him directions to her uncle’s building, and the last thing he remembered was getting out of his car, then the blackness. When he saw what the vampire was doing to his girlfriend, all questions left his mind. Pure rage coursed through him as he got to his feet, and he had just sucker punched Angelus, which surprised the demon. But he quickly turned, putting his back to the watcher.

"You’re just wasting my time; I don’t want you. It would’ve been less painful if you’d only stayed down, but..." The demon was facing Giles in a split second, delivering a direct uppercut to his chin. His victim went reeling. "If this is the way you want it, that’s fine with me."

"Angel, help us!" Jenny pleaded. He was supposed to be in there, wasn’t he?

Bad word. She was growled at, and then the vampire went to her uncle’s body to yank the knife free.

"Sorry, he already saved someone tonight, and he’s kinda tired. Ssh...don’t wake him up." Angelus brought a finger to his lips, and after a moment, slid it down the blood-covered blade, gathering some on the tip. He tasted it, grimacing. "I think it’s gone stale. Always been fond of the younger generations, anyway. Like your ancestor. She was the sweetest I ever had."

He grabbed her with the same hand he was using to grasp the knife, pulled her over to Giles, and lifted his head.

"Still there, Rupert? Wouldn’t want you to miss the show." Angelus asked the hurting watcher, who groaned in response. "You’ve gotta help me choose. Do I drink her or carve her, first?" Giles spit the blood that had been sitting in his mouth, in Angelus’ face, and looked horrified as it licked its lips. "You’re right, you should watch me cut her."

Jenny looked at Angelus with tears in her eyes, as he dragged the knife in a circle on her shirt. "They’ll be here any minute."

"I’ll be quick." He was ready to do it, and then she watched anger flash across his features as they became human. Angel’s eyes were as frightened as hers were. "Oh God..."

He pushed her aside, and scrambled out the window. Jumping off the fire escape and into the alley, he fell hard to his hands and knees. They both knew things were going to get complicated now, and unbeknownst to them, in a factory across town, Spike rose from his wheelchair.

***

"What’s the verdict?" Buffy asked, hesitantly.

Cordelia was taking her last bite of the home-cooked meal, very impressed. Her girlfriend obviously wanted to make the night a pleasant one, and as far as she was concerned, it had been. Slowly chewing, she decided to torture the slayer for a few seconds. Eventually she put her fork down, and wiped her mouth on the napkin that was beside her plate.

"Did I like it, you mean?" The brunette asked in return. "Well...the food was eatable, it passed that test...and the box of wine was a nice touch." She sighed in mock disgust.

The blonde chucked her napkin at her guest. "It was the only thing in the house, okay? And when my mom finds out that I invaded her supply, I’m dead." She paused, shaking her head in confusion. "Why did I risk the rest of my adolescence for you? Tell me. Please, cause I haven’t got a clue."

"Maybe you love me." The brunette smiled at her from the other side of the dining room table.

Buffy smiled back. "Could be."

"Maybe I’m like a goddess to you, and you want me to be happy so you don’t have to face my wrath." Cordelia considered that. "And as long as we’re on the subject, I think the next step should be building a shrine, that has a wall devoted to pictures of me. Except...if it gets too big, then we enter Psychoville, and that’s not what I’m going for. Simple, but elegant. Is that asking too much?"

"Let’s not get carried away here, Cordy." The slayer eyed her, seeing through the act. "Damn, you’re good at that."

The cheerleader grinned, caught. "What can I say? It’s like a switch. On, off...whenever. Julia Roberts? Give me a break." Her grin became a smile. "It was great, Buffy. So great that I feel guilty."

"Guilty? How come?" The blonde looked up in the direction of the ceiling, remembering something. "Uh...can you close your eyes and hold that thought?" She made a beeline for her room, and came back down with something in her hand. "Are they closed?"

"I can’t see anything, so...I’m gonna go with ‘yeah’." Cordelia answered, sarcastically.

Buffy walked behind Cordelia’s chair, gently brushed her hair aside, and slipped the necklace she’d bought, around her neck. "Okay, open ‘em."

The gold chain had three objects on it -- a B, a C, and a heart that was just somewhat larger than the letters surrounding it, because it was meant to be a locket. Inside the heart was a picture of them Willow had taken several weeks ago, outside of school. The redhead had brought a camera in the hopes that she could take candid shots, and then give them to the yearbook. She wanted to branch out into other areas of Nerd-dom, especially because Eric, the young Dr. Frankenstein who usually took them, had been expelled.

The couple was caught off guard, and by the time the picture was taken, it was too late to object. It wasn’t a complicated or mushy photo; Cordelia’s head was turned towards Buffy’s, and they were just talking, smiles on their faces. It was chosen because one, they hadn’t really built up a large enough collection of pictures to pick from; two, there was something unguarded and natural about it; and three, she thought it captured one of the main parts of their relationship. Conversation. Openness. They talked constantly, even before they were official.

Everything was covered; it felt appropriate.

"You shouldn’t have." Cordelia whispered, lifting it to get a better look. "This is...thank you."

"You’re welcome." Buffy smiled.

The doorbell rang, and she went to see who would show up now, leaving the brunette to stare at her other gift. Surely Jehovah’s Witnesses had to sleep?

Cordelia blushed as the slayer re-entered the dining room a couple minutes later, carrying a dozen red roses. "They’re late. And I didn’t think I’d be here; I figured you’d be just getting off work. Didn’t see the point in having one of those little cards, either. I’m not Hallmark."

"I thought I told you that you didn’t have to do anything? I just got you *and* a bracelet for my birthday. That was plenty; I woulda been set for at least six months." Buffy smiled.

Cordelia shrugged. "It’s Valentine’s Day, I had to. Besides, if I’d known you were gonna get me chocolates, Sir Sno-Paw, and make me dinner, I would’ve done a lot more."

"Exactly why I kept it a secret." Buffy said. "You feel guilty because of that?"

Cordelia nodded. "I have all this money, but when I can finally spend it on someone else and have it actually mean something, I’m not allowed to."

"It’s not about --" The blonde started.

"Says the girl who splurged." The cheerleader interrupted.

"You call this splurging? I just wanted to give you a little surprise. I could’ve gone for broke and gotten you the twenty other things I saw that I thought you’d like, but I didn’t...and now I feel guilty." Buffy admitted.

"Don’t...geez." Cordelia told her.

"If I can’t, than neither can you, agreed?" Buffy asked.

"Agreed." The brunette smirked.

"I don’t need my fabulously wealthy girlfriend to spoil me just because she can. Gifts are nice and all, but I’ve already got the best one there is." Buffy cringed. "God, that was sappy."

The cheerleader reddened some more. "You like the roses though, right?"

"They’re beautiful." She smelled the twelve flowers as Cordelia got up from her seat. "Sir Sno-Paw? How long have you been waiting to use that?"

No one had ever done anything like this for her. Silently, Cordelia walked over to Buffy and hugged her. "Thanks. I mean it." She kissed her lightly when they separated. "Love you."

"Love you too." The blonde said with a smile. "I should put these in some water."

It was still hard to believe sometimes, but here they were. Best feeling in the world.

"What’ll you tell your mom if she asks where you got ‘em from?" Cordelia inquired.

"That since there was no card, I must have a secret admirer." The slayer grinned.

"Am I not obvious enough?" Cordelia didn’t get an answer. "Then I guess I’ll have to try harder."

"Sure, ya know, if you have to. But *after* I put the dishes in the sink and deal with the roses." Buffy acquiesced.

"I can wait." The brunette went and stretched out on the living room couch, while Buffy started cleaning up. She grabbed the remote off of the coffee table, and flipped through the channels for several, long minutes. "There’s crap on TV."

"Good crap or bad crap?" The slayer questioned, coming to join her girlfriend on the sofa and managing to fit just right, allowing them both to lie down.

Cordelia draped her arm around the blonde. "There’s no such thing as good crap. It’s...that word we learned in English. An oxymoron."

"I knew that." Buffy lamely said.

"Uh huh, and it doesn’t matter that you’re Buffy Summers, the Chronically Absent Delinquent." Came Cordelia’s sarcastic jibe.

"And it doesn’t matter that you’re Cordelia Chase, the Hollow-Brained, School Spirit Slut." The delinquent in question had been prepared.

The cheerleader was tracing her nails in slow circles around the outside of her girlfriend’s ear. "It’s nice to know that we’re comfortable with our flaws, isn’t it?"

"Hmm mm." As they watched the various commercials, one caught Buffy’s eye. It was reminding women to get breast cancer checkups. "Whoever came up with ‘mammogram,’ anyway? Every time I hear it, I think I’m supposed to put my breast in an envelope and mail it to someone."

"Probably the same lonely pervert who named Lake Titticaca and the Woodcock." Buffy snickered, and Cordelia bit her lip, thinking quietly to herself for a while. "Have you...?"

Why did being a teenager mean you were turned on by everything? Here she was, only making a tiny, semi-suggestive joke, and doing some innocent, non-suggestive cuddling, which was causing the heat level to rise. Plus, with her mouth right next to the back of the slayer’s neck, it wasn’t easy to remain composed.

"What?" Buffy wanted to pry, but the phone rang.

Good. The cordless was on the table, and she was able to reach it without having to sacrifice her position.

"It was nothing." Cordelia said as the blonde clicked the ‘Power’ button. She was relieved and disappointed all at once.

"Hello?...This is her...What happened?" Buffy sat up as the person on the other end continued to talk, her face turning white. "I know...Yeah...Sunnydale General?...No, I’ll be there soon. Thanks...Bye." She hung up, stunned.

"What’s going on?" Cordelia sat up, too.

"Giles and Miss Calendar...they were hurt or...I don’t know. I was a contact person; I gotta --" Buffy didn’t have to say any more.

"I’ll run home and get my car." Cordelia offered. "Call Willow and Xander, leave a note, then we’ll pick them up and go to the hospital. Be back in five, ten minutes."

"Vampires, remember?" Buffy said.

"Don’t argue; just give me some holywater." The brunette requested. "I’ll be fine."

Her survival techniques were apparently top notch, because a short time later, they were on their way, vowing from then on to drive everywhere.

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