Author: Katie
Disclaimer: The BtVS and Angel characters don't belong to me, but to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc.
Rating: PG - British System
Feedback: Oh Yeah! I need it - I can't write if I don't know that someone is reading!
Distribution: If you want it, just let me know.
Dedication: To Krys for betaing this. To all those who wanted it.
Notes: A sequal to 'It Shouldn't Happen to a Vampire'.
"Come on," Willow called out, as Cordelia ambled along behind her.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Cordelia muttered, speeding up slightly
at the
same time.
"If you didn't let Spike tire you out, you might be able to walk faster,"
Willow replied, smirking.
"Oh, and you don't let Angel tire you out, do you?" Cordelia shot back.
"At least I can walk faster than a snail," Willow grinned as she
picked up
the pace.
"I am walking," Cordelia protested.
"I think you should stop now," Willow smiled at Cordelia's bewildered
expression. "We're here."
"Oh," Cordelia stopped abruptly and looked up, realizing that they
were
indeed outside Giles' apartment.
"You ready?" Willow asked.
"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well,you know...Xander?" Willow shifted awkwardly from foot to foot.
"Xander? I'm with Spike now." Cordelia reminded Willow.
"Exactly," Willow exclaimed, as if that explained everything.
"Exactly?" Cordelia inquired. "It has nothing to do with Xander."
"He might not see it that way," Willow explained, reaching up and
knocking on the door.
"Oh, I think Anya can keep him in line...hi Giles," Cordelia breezed
past
the ex-watcher into the apartment.
"Hello Cordelia, Willow, do come in." Giles stood back to allow Willow
to
pass.
"Hi Giles," Willow smiled up at him. "Here I am. Not
exactly bright and
early, but well, here."
"I do appreciate you coming, Willow. If you can fix that dread machine,
I'll
be very grateful."
"What's the problem?" Willow smiled at the ex-watcher.
"It beeps at me," Giles pointed to the machine.
"And what do you do before it beeps at you?" Willow prodded, as if
trying to
get information from a child.
"Nothing. I just switched it on, and it started beeping," Giles
protested
his innocence. "It's an evil beeping, if you ask me," he added.
"Okay then," Willow smiled at Giles. "Leave it to me.
Isn't Xander
supposed to be here by now?"
"Miss me already, Will?" Xander came through the door with Anya hot
on his
heels.
"Like a hole in the head." Cordelia supplied helpfully.
"Oh, Xander's a lot more useful than a hole in the head," Anya broke
into
the conversation.
"Where's Spike?" Xander asked. "Oh yeah, that's right, he's a vampire."
"Hey!" Willow protested from her seat at the computer.
"No offense to you and dead boy," Xander clarified.
"I don't really think you have any room to talk," Anya pulled Xander
away
from Cordelia. "I used to be a demon, remember?"
"I'll be quiet now," Xander flopped down onto the couch. "What
are we going
to do about the Buffster?"
"I thought you were being quiet," Giles frowned.
"It's not my strong suit," Xander shrugged.
"He does have a point," Willow moved from the computer.
"I have a point?" Xander asked, before squaring his shoulders.
"I have a
point." He affirmed. "Will, what was my point?"
"About Buffy," Willow reminded him.
"Right. Slayer girl is acting more like psycho girl," Cordelia
offered her
usual tactful insight.
"Yeah. That was the point," Willow yielded to Cordelia's superior
ability
to sum up a complex situation in a short sentence.
"I have an idea, actually," Giles confessed.
"Well, that's new," Xander couldn't resist making the comment.
"Ignore him," Cordelia instructed, sitting down and getting comfortable.
The rest of the assembled group followed suit, and Giles took the floor
to
explain his idea.
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Meanwhile, Buffy stood outside the apartment weighing her options.
After a
short internal debate she spun on her heel and headed away from the
apartment, a look of grim determination on her face as she marched towards
her destination.