~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue ~~~~~~~~~~

Outside of Sunnydale High School, students were busy chatting away. Inside of the library, a librarian was yelling at his Slayer, "This is madness! What can you have been thinking? You are the Slayer! Lives depend upon you!" Giles started pacing, "I make allowances for your youth, but I expect a certain amount of responsibility, and instead of which you enslave yourself to this, this..." He halted, "Cult?"

Dressed in her old cheerleader outfit, Buffy had her hands up, holding pompoms up, "You don't like the color?" "I d..." Giles sighed, exasperated, "Do you, um..." He placed some books on a cart, "Do you ignore everything I say as a, as a rule?" Buffy dropped her arms and placed her hands behind her, "No, I believe that's your trick." Giles pushed the cart to the counter while Buffy skipped in front of him and posed, "I told you, I'm trying out for the cheerleading squad!"

"You have a sacred birthright, Buffy. You were chosen to destroy vampires, not to... wave pompoms at people. And as the Watcher I forbid it." He moved back to the table while Buffy stood where she was, "And you'll be stopping me how?" "Well, I..." Giles sat down on the edge of the table and crossed his arms, "By appealing to your common sense, if such a creature exists."

Buffy sighed, "I will still have time to fight the forces of evil, okay? I just wanna have a life, I wanna do something normal. Something safe." Giles stared down at her. And then walked toward the counter, and went around it. "I forbid it." He said again.

"Forbid what?" Came a familiar, yet annoying voice. Giles looked at his nephew, with hope, "Ah, Buffy's new enslaving activity." He gestured to where she stood. Buffy sighed, "It is not a ‘enslaving' activity. And it is not a cult. It's cheerleading, c'mon!"

Angel looked at Buffy and glanced over her outfit. When Buffy caught him, still staring, she cleared her throat. He looked back up at her face, "It's .... sleazy." He said, shaking his head, as if coming out of a trance, "Can you honestly move around in *that* and expect people not to think it?"

Buffy's mouth fell open, she immediately threw her pompoms to the ground and took three steps toward him, "Excuse me, it is not *sleazy*, it's fun. And I don't care what you think about it. You don't count. Giles, I don't care how much you love him, I'm going to have to *kill* your nephew." They both glanced at Giles who was moving into his office. They both called, "Giles!" He promptly reached out, grabbed the doorknob, and then slammed it shut. They both heard the door locking.

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She moved around in the darkness, waving a pendant on a chain over the brew, then pulled it back. She went over to a rack and yanked off a doll hanging there by its neck on a wire, harshly.

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Girls were stretching and practicing, doing back handsprings, cartwheels and walking handstands as Buffy, Willow, and Xander came through the door. They glanced at the group of girls, doing their tricks. "Giles didn't approve, huh?" Willow asked. Buffy glanced over her shoulder, "He totally lost his water. Not to mention, Angel lecturing me on the way cheerleading cloths looking skanky. We haven't seen a vampire in over a week. I'd say Giles should get a girlfriend if he wasn't so old." Willow smiled, "Well, we're behind you." "People scoff at things like school spirit, but look at these girls giving there all like this!" Xander then noticed Amber Grove, a hottie cheerleader he seen in class so many times. She was doing the splits between two chairs.

"Ooo, stretchy!" He commented, "Where was I?" Willow glanced between Amber and Xander, "You were pretending that seeing scantily clad girls in revealing postures was a spiritual experience." Xander kept his eyes on Amber, "Who said I was pretending?" Then he snapped out of it, and started towards Buffy, "Oh, hey! Here's a good luck thing for tryouts." He handed her a bracelet.

"What's this?" Buffy asked. "What's that?" Willow asked, her gaze more worried and frightened then Buffy's. "Oh, how sweet!" Buffy red the inscription, "'Yours Always.'" She gazed up at him. "I-i-it came that way, really, they all said that!" Xander stuttered. Willow exhaled, relieved that he didn't make *that* step yet. She glanced at the girls just as Cordelia approached them, "Just look at that Amber. Who does she think she is, a Laker Girl?"

"I heard she turned them down." Willow said honestly. The cheerleading squad leader, Joy, stepped up with her clipboard and called for everyone's attention, "Okay, listen up! Let's begin with-" she checked her clipboard, "Amber Grove. If you're not auditioning, move off the floor."

Willow moved, until she spotted someone she knew who actually spoke with her now and then, "Amy! Hi!" The blond caught her gaze, moving over, "Hi!" Willow glanced at her now skinny friend, "I didn't know you wanted to be a cheerleader! You lost a lot of weight." Amy nodded, "Had to." Willow looked at her new friend, "Do you know Buffy?" Amy glanced at the girl, "Hi." Buffy smiled, "Hi." Amy sighed, "Oh, how I hate this, let me count the ways."

Amber began her routine, very athletic like. She started spinning and jumping into spins. After landing, Amber launched herself into an aerial and a cartwheel. Jazz slides are then followed by a single spin. Everyone in the gym is intent on watching her. Amy sighed as she watched Amber move, "She trained with Benson." She told Buffy, "He's one of the best coaches money can buy." Buffy blinked, "They have cheerleading coaches?" Amy looked at her, "Oh, yeah! Don't you have? I train with my mom, three hours in the morning, three at night."

"Hmm, that much quality time with my mom would probably lead to some quality matricide. 'Sides, she has to keep busy with my sister all the time," Buffy explained. Amy nodded, "Oh, I know it's hokey. But she's really great." Cordelia turned away from Amber with a look of contempt on her face while Buffy and Xander watch Amber in amazement. Amy and Willow are impressed, too.

Suddenly, Amber's hands began to smoke. Buffy frowned, was that smoke? "What the...?" Willow's eyes widened, "That girl's on fire!" Facing away, not seeing the smoke, Cordelia snapped, "Enough of the hyperbole!" Amber's hands catch fire, dropped her pompoms and screamed. Buffy reacts quickly as Amber flailed her hands in the air. Buffy jumped up onto the stands and pulled down a banner. She ran back to Amber, knocking her down and snuffing out the flames with the banner. Everyone stared in shock, whispering and gasping. Buffy leaned over to see Amber. Her face looked like she was in pain. Trying to comfort Amber, Buffy soothed, "It's okay, it's okay, you're gonna be... okay." She looked up at her friends, "God!"

~~~~~~~~~~ Part 1 ~~~~~~~~~~

Buffy was pacing in the library while Willow, Angel, and Xander were sitting at the table, watching her. Buffy started, "I've been slaying vampires for more than a year now, and I have seen some pretty cringeworthy things, but... nobody's hands ever got toasted before." she stopped.

Giles came out of the cage, "I imagine not." Buffy turned to him, "So, this isn't a vampire problem." Giles answered, "No." "But it is funky, right? Not of the norm?" She asked. Giles nodded, "Quite. Spontaneous human combustion is, is rare, and, and scientifically unexplainable, but there have been cases for hundreds of years. Usually all that's left is a pile of ashes."

"That's all that would have been left if it hadn't been for Buffy." Willow made a small gesture with her eyes. "So, we have no idea what caused this." Xander stated, "That's a comfort." "But that's the thrill of living on the Hellmouth," Giles moved to sit on the edge of the table, "There's a veritable cornucopia of, of fiends and devils and, and ghouls to engage." everyone looked at him, even his nephew, "Pardon me for finding the glass half full."

"So, is there any thing in common in cases of spontaneous combustion?" Angel asked before Buffy got the chance to. "Uh, rage. In most cases the person who combusted was, was terribly angry or, or upset." Giles explained. "So maybe Amber's got this power to make herself be on fire. It's like the human torch, only it hurts." Xander said while looking at Willow who nodded, remembering seeing the human torch in one of his comics.

"I need to get the skinny on Amber. Find out if she's had any colorful episodes before." Buffy started to leave. Willow smiled, "That means hacking illegally into the school's computer system. At last, something *I* can do!" She and Xander got up and went over to Buffy. "I'll ask around about her." Xander said. "You guys don't have to get involved." Buffy said tentatively. "What d'ya mean?" Xander asked, "We're a team! Aren't we a team?"

"Yeah!" Willow glanced at Buffy, "You're the Slayer, and we're, like, the Slayerettes!" Buffy almost smiled at the nickname, "I just don't like putting you guys in danger." Xander started, "Oh, huh, I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away."

Buffy and Angel lifted a brow at that, "Okay, just walk softly, at least until we know a little more. I mean, what if Amber isn't causing these problems herself?" She looked over at Giles, "Well, then we have to determine who or what did, and, uh, deal with it accordingly."

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There were several wooden boxes and crates laying in the kitchen when Buffy came home. She found her mother, Joyce, trying to pry a crate open with a crowbar while Dawn was looking at weird artifacts. "Hey!" Buffy announced her arrival. "Hi, how was school?" Joyce asked. "Mm, a reverent joy." Buffy said while looking at a weird artifact Dawn held in her hands, "What's all this?" "It's for the tribal art display." Dawn informed her.

"Cool!" Buffy examined the piece again, "We had tryouts today." "Oh, great! How'd it go?" She exhaled. "I didn't actually get to try out. There was an accident. Pretty fierce competition, though." Buffy said. "Oh, I know you'll do fine. Keep on pluggin', just have to get back on the horse." Joyce started praying the crate open again. Buffy sighed, "Mom?" Joyce continued at work, "Yeah?" "What was I trying out for?" She asked while placing her finger under her chin.

"Oh, uh..." Joyce stopped prying at the crate and looked at Buffy, "Some activity? I have no idea, I'm sorry." "Cheerleading," Dawn muttered. "That's okay. Your platitudes are good for all occasions." Buffy sighed. Joyce exhaled, "I'm distracted." She started prying again and exhaled, "Got a lotta inventory to go through, here." She took another breath, "This is my Gallery's first major show." Finally she exhaled and gave up, "You know, it might not physically kill you to give me a hand here." She went to check her clipboard while Buffy grabbed the lid of the crate and effortlessly tore it off. Knowing how distract her mother and sister were right then.

"It was cheerleading." Buffy continued. "Oh good!" She said, "I'm glad you're taking that up again, it'll keep you out of trouble." Buffy frowned, "I'm not *in* trouble." "No, not yet." Her mother said. Buffy looked down, hurt. Her mother looked up from her clipboard and noticed, "I mean, you stopped cheerleading just before the trouble, so it's good you're going back." She got back to the crate and partially lifted out a statue, "Oh, dear."

"What?" Dawn asked. "The fertility statue, you don't need to see it, pumpkin." She replaced the crate's lid and went back to her clipboard, "Neither of you girl's do." Buffy started again, "Y'know, there's this girl, Amy, and, um, she trains with her mom, like, three hours a day." "Uh-huh." "Sounds like her mom's pretty into it." Buffy said, suggestively. "Sounds like her mom doesn't have a lot to do." Joyce walked out of the kitchen with a piece of art.

Buffy lifted the crate's lid a little bit and looked inside with Dawn, "Jeepers." Dawn said. Buffy looked at her little sister, "Oh, yeah."

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"Despite the terrible thing that happened yesterday," Joy said as she paced in front of a group of girls in the gym, "we still have to pick new cheerleaders. If you make the team you'll find your names posted in the quad after lunch. Let's begin with group performance."

Amy leaned in toward Buffy, "Why do my hands have to sweat when I get nervous?" Buffy whispered back, "Don't worry. You'll do great." Loudly, the leader shouted, "Five, six, seven, eight!" The girls moved, all shouting, "Sunnydale! Sunnydale! We never fail! We never fail! Jump and Shoot! Swish and score! The other team is such a bore!" "Yeah!" Amy adds before she blows the cartwheel and crashed into Cordelia.

Cordelia yelped as she fell, then quickly got up, "You saw that, right? That wasn't me! You saw that, right?" She glanced back at Amy and back again, "Right?"

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Amy was admiring the trophies in the case with a longing look. She didn't hear Buffy come up next to her. When Amy did notice her, she smiled and pointed to a picture in the case, "That's my mom." "No!" Buffy leaned in to red the inscription, "Catherine Madison. Get down with your bad self!" Amy smile grew, "Her nickname was 'Catherine the Great'. She took that team and made them tri-county champions. Y'know, no one's ever done that before, or since. She and my dad were Homecoming King and Queen. They got married right after graduation."

Buffy smiled at the thought, "That's kinda romantic." Amy blew that nice thought out of her mind, "Well, he was a big loser. Never made any money. Ran off with Miss Trailer Trash when I was twelve." Buffy frowned, "Okay, that part's less romantic. My folks split up, too." "Drag, huh? Uh, he left my mom with nothing. She put herself through cosmetology school," Amy smiled fondly, "Bought me everything I ever wanted. And never once gained a single pound."

"Uh, she sounds really great, Amy, but, um... it doesn't mean that you need to lock step as far as this cheerleading thing." Buffy said. "She was the best! And I can't get my body to *move* like hers! I choked in there so bad!" Amy said. "No, Amy, you did fine." Buffy said. "I'm gonna get changed." Said Amy just before she ran off. "Wait! No..." Buffy called after her. Willow walked by, "Hey, Amy!" She moved toward Buffy, "Is she okay?"

Buffy looked at the trophy case, "No, she's, she's wiggin' about her mom, big cheer queen back when." "Yeah, her mom's kinda..." "Nazi like?" Buffy guessed. Willow corrected, "Heil. If she gains an ounce she padlocks the fridge and won't eat anything but broth." Buffy nodded, "So, mommy dearest is really... Mommy Dearest?" Willow sighed, "There's a bitter streak. But Amy's nice. We used to hang in Junior High. When her mom would go on a broth kick Amy'd come over to my house and we'd stuff ourselves with brownies!" She gushed.

They started down the hall, "Hey, any word on Amber?" Willow replied, "Nothing thrilling. Average student. Got detention once, for smoking. Regular smoking... with a cigarette, not, like, being smoky. All pretty normal." "So we just have to wait and we'll see what happens. Maybe nothing will." Buffy said.

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Buffy was just finishing up at her locker, taking out one of her books. When she closed the door she jumped and yelped. Sighing, she finally swatted Angel on the chest, lightly so she wouldn't knock him over with her Slayer strength , "Don't do that."

Angel grinned, "But it's so much fun." Buffy sighed, "What do you want? Are you here for a reason, or is it just to annoy me?" She watched as he went into a thoughtful expression, then he answered, "Hmm. I'd say.... I'm just here to annoy you." Buffy groaned, "It's bad enough I have to deal with Dawn being curiously annoying, Cordelia being witchy annoying, but I have to deal with you being annoying, annoying."

"You are really that *annoyed* with me," Angel stated. Buffy slammed her locker shut, "Yes. Just as you find my little activities and all things *me* annoying." Angel's expression changed, turning serious, "I don't think everything about you is annoying." Surprised again, Buffy folded her arms over the book she held, "Really?" she asked. "Yeah," Angel said, "I think that when you're not having sudden impulses to do cartwheels and high spins, you're less annoying."

Buffy shot daggers at him, "Oh... you think you're cute, don't'cha?" Angel smiled, "Pretty much." Buffy shook her head, "I don't have time for this. If you're done with your rather *big* ego, I am going away now. See? This is me," She started moving back, "Leaving."

Angel watched her leave, just as Cordelia approached him. "Hi!" She said to him, "You're Angel Carrington, right?" Angel looked down at her, nodding. Then back up to see Buffy meeting up with another girl he didn't recognize and they headed towards a classroom.

"I'm Cordelia Chase." Angel kept his gaze on Buffy.

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Willow followed Buffy toward Giles' library. She needed to talk to Buffy, a long talk, about boys, so she decided to stay until Buffy was done with training. Willow had a lot on her mind; mostly about how Xander kept going on and on about Buffy and about how he was going to ask her out. Not that Willow had anything against Buffy seeing guys.... she just didn't want her to see guys that were her best friend since she was five. And that she had a crush on. That's all.

"So, Amy didn't take rejection too well?" Willow said as they walked into the library, "No. I'm a little worried... I mean, the way she talks about her mom... its freaky." Buffy admitted before she spotted Giles and Angel. She started to slow her movements, while noticing Angel dressed in a sleeveless shirt and some sweat pants, "What is he doing here?" She asked while setting her books and tiny purse onto the counter. Willow followed the movements with her backpack.

Giles looked up, "Ah, good." He said while standing up with a notebook and pen, "You're right on time. Yes, uh, I have a change in training today, Buffy. Uh, instead of I being your training partner, I have asked Angel to be that partner today. I'm afraid our last training session left me a little-well-" He touched his back, "Sore. Uh, I will take minor notes, then I'll let you two continue while I look into other cases and causes of spontaneous human combination."

Willow brightened, "Can I help? I can help." Giles glanced at her, "Ah, yes, um, will you search the net for-" Before he could continue, Willow moved around the counter and toward the computer. She hurried, hitting the internet icon.

Buffy stared at Giles a moment, still in a small state of shock, "Uh, Giles... you're not serious are you?" She glanced to Angel, who was more far away, seated on the steps up to the second level of the library. She watched him smirk at her, while Giles explained, "Uh, well, yes, I am. Quite." Panicking, Buffy moved toward Giles, "You can't be that sore! I didn't kill you I just.... knocked you threw the library doors and down the hall...." Buffy said, sheepishly.

Willow smiled. "Yes, well," Giles stammered, "Ah, go on and change. Angel would you move the table?" Giles asked. Angel nodded, moving toward the table. "Fine." Buffy said defeated, "But don't expect me to *like* training with *him*."

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She stirred the pot, "Give me the power. Give me the dark." She went to get another doll from her rack, "I call on you, the laughing gods." She yanked one of the dolls off of the rack, "Let your blackness crawl beneath my skin." She wrapped Cordelia's scrunchie around the doll's head, "Accept thy sacrifice... of Cordelia. Feed on her." She dropped the doll into the brew.....

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Buffy landed on the floor with a loud thump. She mechanically brought up her hands just as Angel jumped down at her. Both hands on either side of her shoulders. Buffy gasped as he smiled down at her, but she brought one of her legs up and knocked him off.

Getting back to her feet, Buffy prepared for his next move. He swung at her, but she ducked. He tried to hit her, but she blocked it by giving a high kick which he ducked. When he got back up, she went to her feet and swept her leg under his. He fell to the ground and Buffy pounced on top of him, making a little stab motion with her hand to his heart, "Got'cha!" She cried in triumph while moving her hands to the side to keep herself up, "That--what--makes four wins for me, and three for you?" She said while panting heavily from their fight.

He stared up at her, also breathing in loudly, "No, that's four wins for *me* and three for you." He corrected. Buffy glared down at him, "No, I remember, pretty darn well, that I beat you the last time." Angel shook his head, "No. If I remember correctly, you lost the last one." Sighing, Buffy said, "Whatever. You're just a sore loser."

Angel laughed, "Oh, yeah? I'm not the one who whined for twenty-" "I did not whine." Buffy whined, "I... didn't whine." He laughed again, "Right. Sure." She stared down at him, while moving one of her hands down his chest, "You are such an annoying-" "Ow!" Angel shouted when he felt Buffy push her nails into his rib, "Ass." She continued before moving off of him. Angel touched the pained spot on his rib while glancing at her, "Yeah, we'll you're a-"

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"Witchcraft." Giles declared, "Blinding your enemy to disorient and disable them is, it's classic!" Buffy was having difficulty dealing with the day she was having. Her mother and she had gotten into a fight in front of Dawn, in which Dawn had asked what ‘sex' was after Buffy had accidentally mentioned the word. Then she failed a pop quiz, then she had barely gotten hit by truck after saving a blind Cordelia-who was in the hospital at that moment.

Xander sighed, "First vampires, now witches. No wonder you can still afford a house in Sunnydale." Giles frowned, "Why should someone want to harm Cordelia?" "Maybe because they met her?" Willow said, then blushed when everyone looked at her, "Did I say that?" Giles went on, "And setting Amber ablaze?" Xander thought, "Yeah, those guys don't hang..." Buffy blurted, "They're both cheerleaders." "Someone doesn't like cheerleading?" Angel guessed. Buffy shared a glance with Willow, "Or likes it too much." "Amy!" She cried. "Amy." Buffy said, confirming it.

"So, you guys are leaning towards Amy?" Xander joked. "She's desperate to get on that team, and I've got this feeling she'd do just about anything to make her mom's dream come true." Buffy said. "Uh, let me make sure I have this right. This witch is casting horrible and disfiguring spells so that she can become a cheerleader?" Giles said, doubtfully. Buffy looked up at him, "I think you're underestimating the amount of pressure a parent can lay on you. If you're not a picture perfect carbon copy they tend to wig."

Willow clarified, "Cheerleading was kind of her mom's last hurrah." Xander started, "Look, we still have to stop Amy. We should grab her and..." Giles interrupted, "I think we should be sure she's the witch before we arouse her suspicions. She's, she's capable of some fairly unpleasant things." He moved to the stack of books that lay at the foot of the table. Buffy sighed, "Okay, alright, ,gets up, so, you're in high school, you are desperate to make the team and please your mom, so you turn to witchcraft. What's the first thing you're gonna do?" Willow spoke up, "Check out the books on witchcraft!"

She and Buffy went over to the computer to access the on-line library card catalog when Xander started, "Uh, no! No, that would be the last thing you would do. You don't wanna leave a paper trail. Forget that!" Willow started typing, "It'll just take a minute." Xander started, "We don't have a minute! Cheerleaders are in danger. Buffy's in danger." He looked at her, "You were the first alternate, you are on the team now that Cordelia's out. You could be next. We gotta get you to a safe house." He started pulling on her arm, but stopped when Willow said, "Xander..." She exhaled, "'Witches" Historic Roots to Modern Practice.' Checked out by Alexander Harris."

Buffy leaned over to read the screen, "'The Pagan Rites', checked out by Alexander..." "Alright, alright, it's not what you think." Xander said firmly. "You like to look at the semi-nude engravings." Angel stated. Buffy and Willow frowned and looked up at Xander, while he stared at Angel, "Oh, well, uh, I-I guess it *is* what you think." "Have you all quite finished? We have to find a conclusive test. There may be something in here..." Giles paged through a book, "Yes, this should do it. You'll need some of her hair, a little quicksilver and some aqua fourty." Willow thought a moment, "Well, that's just mercury and nitric acid. You can get that in the science lab."

Giles red some more, "'Heat ingredients and apply to witch, and if a spell has been cast in the previous 48 hours, witch's skin turns blue.' Hmm," He shut the book, "Oh, and you'll need some Eye of Newt."

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Dr. Gregory was holding a frog as reflected in a mirror propped up on a stick above him. Holding the frog up for the class to see, Dr. Gregory explained, "Those of you in track one may begin your dissections... now." He indicated where the students should cut their frogs.

Xander was trying to take his frog's eye out with tweezers while Dr. Gregory continued, "Those of you in track two, take your hydrochloric acid and your ammonium hydroxide and carefully pour them into your beakers." He began to pour.

Xander was still struggling with the frog's eye. "I can't." Willow grabbed the frog and took out its eye. Dropping the eye into the beaker, she said, "Eye of Newt," "How's Buffy doing with the hair?" They look toward Buffy as she walked toward Amy. "Do you think she pull it off?" Xander asked as he watched Buffy wave her pencil about then drop it. Willow leaned in toward Xander, "Looks like she's doing it right now." Buffy reached in a pulled out some hair, then quickly moved back, and threw Willow Amy's hair.

Willow picked up the hair and mixed it into the concoction. She avoided the look Amy sent back at them to see what they were doing. Xander looked back nervously, gritting his teeth and said in a low voice, "Wave 'Hi' to the nice little witch." Amy gave them another quick look. Willow took the beaker and poured some of the liquid into a test-tube, "All set." She handed the tube to Buffy, "Do you have a plan?"

Buffy sighed, "Spill it on her. Try 'n' make it look natural." Xander nodded, "We're right behind you, only... further back." Buffy slowly made her way over to Amy while Dr. Gregory asked, "Lishanne, can you tell me why these chemicals have this reaction?" Buffy poured some of the mixture onto Amy's arm and feigns an accident, drawing in her breath. She watched the liquid turn blue on contact.

Dr. Gregory started again, "Lishanne?" Amy apparently didn't notice the spill. She was to consumed with looking over at Lishanne. Dr. Gregory looked up from the frog, "Are you... Oh, my God!" Buffy looked over at Lishanne now, too, and saw her shaking her head violently. She turned and everyone saw that she no longer had a mouth. Buffy stared in amazement and shock. She looked back at Amy, who looked shocked, too. Willow and Xander were also stunned.

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Buffy, Willow, and Xander stood outside in the halls, discussing the result of their experiment. "Did you see? Amy was as freaked out as the rest of us." Xander started. "So it's not her?" Willow asked. Buffy looked at both of them, "The test was positive! She's our Sabrina. I just don't think she realizes what she's doing." Willow frowned, "Well, should we talk to her?" Buffy thought a moment, "Maybe we should talk to her mother. I wonder if *she* knows what she's created."

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