I Have A What?!?!?!?!?

Prologue:

February 15, 1999

Dear Diary,
I can't believe I'm about to do this, just burst into my
father's life after seventeen years. I'm so scared, how will he react?
Will he even want to be with me?  Oh, why did my mother insist on this
course? It can only lead to more pain.  Why am I here?  Why did I
promise to go see him? I'm a fool, I can't do this. Though I know I
must,  a promise is a promise, even if mother is now gone.  She so
wanted to be with me when I showed up at his doorstep, for moral
support.

"Miss?  Are you all right?" A concerned female voice broke into her
musings. She looked up at the stewardess and smiled wearily at the
pretty brunette.  Outside, the bright stars shone through the windows,
offering some comfort to her weary heart.

"Yes, I'm fine.  First flight."  The young girl responded, pushing a
lock of her hair off her forehead.  Her eyes were hidden behind a pair
of glasses but the older woman could see that they glistened with
unshed tears.

"If you need anything, I'll be happy to help you."  Her deep brown
eyes were full of understanding.  The other girl smiled and nodded,
then she was left alone once more.

She turned back to her journal and read her words before she
continued:

I don't know why I'm so scared, I've faced pain and rejection
all my life.  He is just another person who will turn me away.  I
guess it's because, for the first time ever, I am so very alone. There
is no one here for me, I've never even had any friends.  My
grandparents, both sets, are gone.  It's not like they spent that much
time with me anyway.  My mother passed away, I am on my way to meet
the father who doesn't even know about me. What will I do when he
turns me away because I can only be an inconvenience in his life.
Grandmother told me often enough, I was nothing but a mistake.
Oh, my goodness.  The plane is taking off, I guess it's too
late now to change my mind.  Good-bye, England.  Hello, Sunnydale.
Oh, I hope I'm doing the right thing.  Please, mom, be with me as you
never were in life.  This was your idea, I need you.
 

Part One

The plane landed in the afternoon.  The delicate girl walked over to
the baggage claim and through customs with her backpack.  "Where to
first?"  In the pocket of her brown trench coat was a letter to a
Mister Rupert Giles at Sunnydale High and she knew she should deliver
it to him.  But her weary body was protesting the strain it had
already been through, she hadn't been able to rest on the plane. She
had left shortly after the funeral and hadn't slept in weeks.  Plus,
the air around her literally invaded her system with its pervasive
evilness. She nodded her head as she came to a decision about her
choices, not that there were many.  She walked out into the bright
sunlight and shivered as she walked along the streets.

She passed an art gallery and, on an impulse, went in.  A tall, blonde
woman walked over to her with a smile on her face.  "Good afternoon,
I'm Joyce Summers and shouldn't you be in school right now?"  Her blue
eyes were serious yet were soft with a gentle compassion.

"I'm not a student here."  Her voice was soft, with a wealth of pain
in the accented voice.  "I just came in to ask if you knew of a good
hotel I could stay in while I'm here?"

"Of course."  Mrs. Summers looked the tiny girl over seriously, she
looked like she would drop over from exhaustion at any moment. Her
green eyes had dark bags under them, though the glasses hid them well.
Her dark red hair emphasized the paleness of her features.  "Tell you
what, why don't you stay at my house and I'll have my daughter, Buffy,
show you around.  You can have the guest room."

The girl was shocked, "Oh, no.  I couldn't impose on you."

"Nonsense."  The older woman overruled her objections firmly. "Buffy
would welcome your arrival, she hasn't been herself since her
birthday.  Another girl around is just what she needs."  -I hope.  In
all honesty, she wasn't sure what she could do to help Buffy but this
girl might be just the thing. She was quiet and polite, and she looked
like she could use a friend.  They walked out the door together in
silence.

Willow was thinking about the prospect of having a real friend.  *
Yeah, right.  A friend.  What would she see in you anyway?  No one
else sees anything in you, so don't get your hopes up that this Buffy
will be any different no matter how nice Mrs. Summers seems to be.
She sighed sadly.

Mrs. Summers looked down at her occasionally, she asked delicately.
"What's your name?"  There was something about this girl that stirred
protective feelings in her, she really didn't want to spook her.

The younger girl hesitated, she was afraid that by revealing her name,
Mrs. Summers would change her mind and walk away, leaving her alone
once more.  She decided to trust her intuition about her companion.
"It's Willow...Willow Katolonia."

Mrs. Summers paused and looked at her innocent face, clearly reading
the fear in them and wondered if she was a runaway.  "It's lovely.
But won't your parents worry about you?"

"My mother died recently.  As for my father, I never knew him."  Her
face clouded over as she remembered the real reason she was here.
"But she made me promise to see an old friend of her, a Mr. Rupert
Giles.  She said he might be able to help me find my father."  Her
hand went automatically into her pocket to make sure the letter was
still there, it was a lifeline to her.

Mrs. Summers arm went around  her shoulder, comfortingly, and she left
it there even after she felt Willow tense up.  - Not used to
affectionate gestures, I see.  "I'm sorry but we can see Mr. Giles
after school, my daughter knows him.  He is the school librarian and
he's very helpful."

They walked into the house and she was immediately shown into her
room.  "Now, I have to get back to work but if you need me for
anything, anything at all," she stressed the words, "please call me.
The number is right here."  She showed Willow where the number was on
the phone and watched as the girl sat on the bed, wearily.  "There's
some food in the kitchen, you can help yourself.  You can take a
shower but right now, I think you should just get some sleep."

Willow nodded, tiredly. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Summers."

Joyce nodded and left the room to get some towels.  When she walked
in, she smiled softly to see that Willow was already fast asleep,
curled up in a tight ball, as though she could ward off the blows of
the world.  She gently took off her shoes and jacket, then covered her
with the coverlet.  She found the letter addressed to Mr. Giles and
took it with her.  - Poor kid.  I do hope Rupert can help her.  Joyce
sighed and left the room, deciding to pay a visit to the school, to
talk to Rupert and to warn Buffy that they had a guest.

She walked into the school and headed for the library.  She noticed
that the halls were empty and wondered where everyone was.  "Hi,
Rupert.  You look busy."

He looked up from the stack of books in front of him and smiled,
surprised by her unexpected appearance.  She was once again struck by
how handsome he was.  His hair was a light brown that had a carelessly
rakish look to it.  And his lovely blue eyes hidden behind those
glasses made many women wonder what depths they hid.  "Afternoon,
Joyce.  Yes I am, but I can spare some time for you."

"I had an interesting visitor stop by my gallery this afternoon, the
daughter of an old friend of yours."  She had an enigmatic smile on
her face.

"Who was it?"  Giles asked, he had returned to his search and was
listening to her with half mind.

"A young lady with the last name of Katolonia."  The sound of his book
hitting the ground and the look of shock on his face made Joyce
suspicious.  - May be that girl was lying.  Before she could ask him
anything, he spoke.

"Merciful heavens above!  Can it be her?"  Giles exclaimed, tersely.
"Describe her."

"Who?"  She asked, coming out of her thoughts abruptly at the tone in
his voice.

"The girl, Joyce, the girl."  He was impatient.

"She was about Buffy's size except she was more delicate, with long,
dark red hair and beautiful green eyes.  She was really pale and real
nervous, like she wasn't used to being well treated.  Oh, she had this
in her pocket."  Joyce pulled out the letter and he snatched it from
her hands.

He was about to read it when a commotion outside the door caused him
to put the letter aside, realizing that it had something to do with
that blasted spell.  / I'm going to kill Xander and Amy, if I ever
find them.  He shoved aside his feelings as he went to the door with
Joyce to see what was happening.  They saw Xander and Cordelia running
their way as fast as they could and Giles saw Joyce's eyes light up
like all the other women around the place when she saw him.  He
sighed.  "Sorry, Joyce."  And knocked her out.

The two teens entered the room and barricaded the door, the sound of
pushing on the other side let them know it wouldn't hold long.  "What
are we supposed to do?"

"Get to Buffy's."  He had forgotten about Willow for the moment.
"We'll lock ourselves in."

"Any luck?"  Xander asked as they made their way to the sewers,
carrying the books they needed.  They moved as fast as they could
because night was falling quickly and they had found out that the
spell affected everyone, and I do mean everyone.

Spike watched as Dru paced anxiously back and forth as she watched the
setting sun from a safe distance.  Even in her anxiety to get out, she
was acting with a caution that was unusual for her.  Angelus came down
the stairs and joined them.  Even his arrival didn't make her pause.
"Come on, sun, go down.  He's out there, calling to me."

"Who, pet?"  Spike asked, trying to keep his jealousy under control.

"My true love, the only real man in this whole place."  Dru answered
and ran out the door the moment the sun went down.

"Uhm, yeah.  Do you have any idea what she was talking about?"  He
asked his sire.

"No idea.  But I better follow her since you can't, Roller Boy."
Angelus smiled nastily at him, then followed after her quickly.  Spike
watched them go, a secretive smile on his handsome face.  He nearly
stood up, but didn't want to risk any of Angel's spies seeing him.
Angelus trailed her and was surprised when it led him to the Slayer's
house.  She was looking in the window for someone to enter,
impatiently.

"Where is he...Oh, there you are, you beautiful creature."  She cooed.
So involved in her study of Xander, she didn't even feel Angelus
behind her.  She hissed when she saw Cordelia.  "Nasty cheerleader.
You keep away from him, she definitely has to go."

He saw Xander and looked at her, disbelief on his face.  "I really did
drive you over the edge."

She slapped him, hard enough to make him grit his teeth in pain.
"You're just jealous because I've found a real man."

"Him?  You're joking."  Angelus shrugged as she just continued to
glare at him then melted into the shadows, he wanted answers and he
still did have an invitation in.  He didn't want to go through the
slayer's room so he went in through the empty guest bedroom widow and
froze as he heard the unmistakable sounds of someone getting up.

He looked over and saw the redhead sitting up on the bed.  His eyes
ran over the young woman who stood up, appreciatively.  She had that
innocent quality that he loved to twist and destroy, but he could also
see that there was also an iron will under that frail exterior.
Something that would not be easy to break.  Not that he was planning
to break her, exactly.

He watched her until she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving only
after he heard the shower start.  Angelus descended the stairs,
casually walking into the living room and looking around at the
assembled group.  "Good evening."  He drawled, leaning against the
doorway.

"Angelus!  You're in the house!"

"Oh, very good."  He sneered at the boy.  "And what else has that
observant mind of yours figured out?"

"How did you get in?  And what do you want?"  Giles asked, trying to
figure a way out of this mess.

"I was invited by Buffy.  Did you forget that little detail, Rupert?
I believe she told you I spent the night after we faced the Three."
He asked condescendingly.  "And since Dru is outside drooling over the
zeppo here, I wanted to find out why."

"Why should it matter to you?"  Cordy was reaching for a jar hidden in
her bag.

"Pretend I care."  Angelus told the cheerleader. "It involves one in
my family and I want to make sure she doesn't get hurt by you guys.
That's my job.  And I wouldn't think about going for the holy water,
you'd never make it.  I would hate to get blood all over the carpet.
No, wait, I wouldn't."

"But this isn't your house, so you really should be considerate of
others, vampire or not."  A soft new voice entered the conversation as
Willow walked into the room, her hair up in a towel.  The scent of
apricots floated into the room with her.

Xander leapt up against a wall and she looked over at him, curiously.
He was a tall teen, though not as tall as the vampire in the doorway,
with dark brown hair and nice brown eyes.  He was rather attractive in
his own way.  "Please, don't jump me."  He begged.  "And don't hurt
Cordelia."

A tiny smile formed on her tired, pale face.  "Do you say that to all
the girls and does it really work?  Or am I just lucky because I'm new
to you?"

"You mean, you don't feel an intense desire to have me?  Or to kill
her?"  He pointed at the pretty brunette by his side.

"No, should I?"  She asked.

"Well, every other female in town does."  Cordelia said.  "So why
would you be an exception?  And what's with the outfit?  It does
nothing for you."  She was tall, had long black hair and lovely hazel
eyes.

Willow looked down at her green sweater and ankle length black skirt,
shyly, smoothing it down nervously.  "No, I suppose it doesn't."  She
was crawling back into her little shell again and Xander felt sorry
for her.

He shot Cordelia a glare as he walked over.  "You'll have to forgive
Cordelia, she's the reigning fashion queen and thinks everyone should
be so obsessed.  I'm Xander, that's Cordelia, he's Angel." She looked
over at the tall vampire with the dark eyes and dark hair, and smiled
shyly before looking down.  His look was making her nervous, but of
course everything about this situation made her nervous.  "And the
tweed man is Giles."

As impossible as it seemed, Willow went even paler as he mentioned
Giles.  She walked over to him and they both studied at each other
quietly.  "I really kinda hoped our first meeting wouldn't be like
this.  I was going to see you at school, better prepared and not
looking like a complete wreak.  Plus, it was going to be in a quieter
place without so much chaos and I had a letter all ready to give you
and you're probably wondering just who the heck I am, aren't you?  I'm
Willow..."

He finished for her, with a smile.  "Katolonia.  I know, Joyce told me
that you had arrived. You look like your mother."

"You remember her?"  Willow was pleasantly surprised.

"She was a memorable lady.  Had a very deft hand with magic."  He
looked at her, hope in his eyes.  "Did she teach you any of her
tricks, I mean spells?"

She hesitated, wondering what to say to him.  "Yes.  Why?"

"Well, Xander and Amy cast a love spell on the whole female population
of Sunnydale and we need to reverse it before anything really bad
happens."  Giles explained.

"If I knew which spell she used, I could."

"Could you also de-rat somebody?"  Another voice entered the
conversation. She looked over at the young man.  He was about her
height, maybe a little taller, with curly hair and deep eyes.  In his
hands, he held an unhappy rat, very gingerly.  "I'm Oz and this is
Buffy."

Angelus laughed.  The evening wasn't a total loss, though there still
was an angry Dru to worry about.  She was at the window, hissing and
trying to get him to invite her in.  He shook his head, life sure
wasn't dull around here.  Buffy as a rat was so much worse, and
definitely more amusing, than anything he could've done to her this
day.  Plus, Willow was definitely a welcome diversion, though she may
very well be the cause of his downfall.  There was an unsettling air
about her.  The others in the room tensed at the sound but didn't say
a word.

"Sure."  She shrugged.  * Why not?  Once the truth is out, they'll all
chase me away, so I might as well help them out.  "Did she use any
specific words?"

"Something about the Goddess Hecate, I think."  Xander answered.

"That sounds correct."  There was a bunch of noise outside and they
went to the windows, looking out at the mob of females.  "This isn't
good."  She closed her eyes and raised her hand, muttering something
under her breath.  Before their eyes, the mob turned into stone
statues. They looked at her in shock. "What?  That should keep all the
females under control until I can reverse the spell."

"Very good."  Giles handed her the sheet Amy had unwilling written the
spell on, uneasily aware that Angelus was looking at her,
calculatingly.  It filled him with a sense of dread.  She perused the
sheet, muttering under her breath about those who practiced magic
without knowing what they were doing.  "Do you need anything?"

"Hmm?  What?"  She looked up at him.

"I asked if there was anything you needed."  Giles patiently answered.

She shook her head. "Nah. But I do need to know where this spell was
done because the magic will be stronger there."  They looked over at
Xander, whose jaw was still dropped as he starred at the statues.
Cordelia poked him in the side.  He looked up at them.  "Where was the
spell done?"

"The lab at school."  Xander shrugged, then his face took on a
panicked expression.  "I really don't want to face the other half of
the population in Sunnydale."

"The males?"  He nodded.  "That should teach you to mess with
something that you, and the one you asked to help you with, don't
understand."  Willow stated.  "Enough with the lecture, we need to go
to the school."

"But."

"The men have been taken care of, now move it!"  Willow shoved them
out the door and passed beside Angelus, her arm brushing his stomach.
"And you better be gone before we get back.  Does she have anything at
the school to change into?"  At Giles' nod, "Bring Buffy along, you
can put her in a container if you'd like.  I'll restore her there."

Angelus didn't say anything, just followed them silently out into the
night.  <She does very nice work.  He studied her closely, there was
something about her that spoke of a deep secret.  And then there was
the way she looked at them, especially Giles.  It was almost as if she
knew something about him and was afraid he'd be angry when he found
out.  They arrived at the school and went into the lab, Willow
immediately sat down to work.

Xander nervously paced the length of the room.  "Would you stop doing
that, you're making my head ache."  Willow snapped at him.

"Sorry.  Are you sure the men won't get to us?"  Xander asked, pausing
for a moment before continuing to move.

"Positive and when the spell has been reversed, those affected will
not remember a thing."  Willow stated, glaring at him.  He finally sat
down by Cordelia.  "Although, you'll remember, as will Amy."

"Why Amy?" Giles asked, curiously. He liked this little girl's manner,
it was a strange combination of the shy and bold.  Plus, she knew what
she was doing, he could feel the power building around them and
centering on her.

"She did the spell.  Oh, and possibly Buffy because she's the slayer
and Dru because she has visions and stuff."  Was the simple answer,
the latter answer was directed to the silent Angelus.  In no time at
all, her work was done and everything was back to normal, well as
normal as Sunnydale could be considering where it resided.

Xander groaned, then he and Cordelia walked out of the room.  Willow
leaned against the desk, head resting on her knees.

"Are you all right?"  Giles asked, kneeling beside her.

"Yeah, that took more out of me than I thought it would."  She looked
up and smiled, tiredly.  "Why don't you take me to where Buffy's
clothes are."

"Why not change her here?"  He asked, helping her up and reaching for
the small shoe box they had put her in.

"Because she'll probably be uhm, rather uhm, naked."  Willow and Giles
both blushed at her words.

Giles fiddled with his glasses for a moment.  "The locker room is this
way."  A few minutes later, the two girls walked out into the hallway.
"Are you all right, Buffy?"

"Except for being totally embarrassed about my behavior and having a
strong desire to eat cheese, I'm fine.  I can't say the same for
Xander.  When I get my hands on him, he's is going to squirm so bad."
Buffy's grin was positively evil and Willow felt sorry for the boy but
only for a moment.  "Although I did miss that whole Angelus
Valentine's Day problem."

"He was in your house, Buffy."  Giles' serious voice said.  Buffy's
face lost all color as she looked at him.  Angelus was in the shadows,
smirking.  "I take it, he hasn't been there since his change?"

"Not that I knew of.  What am I going to do, Giles?"  Buffy was upset.

"Nothing."  Willow said quietly. They looked at her, Buffy opened her
mouth to say something but Willow's next words stopped her. "After he
left, the uninvite spell, that I had worked on, went into effect.  He
can't get back in, he also can't get into any of the other houses he's
been invited into."  Angelus cursed his luck silently before going to
find Dru.

"Thank you.  This is the third time you've helped me and I don't even
know who you are."

"Willow Katolonia."  She started to run a hand through her hair but
ran into the towel instead.  She pulled it off and shook out her damp
hair.  "Oops. Your mother invited me to stay with you, but don't worry
I'll be out by tonight."  Willow started to walk away but Buffy
grabbed her arm, firmly but not enough to hurt her.  She was surprised
by the action and dropped the towel, then glanced up at her. "What?"
Her question was soft, scared.

"No, I want you to stay.  Please?"  Buffy liked this girl, it seemed
like she knew her somehow.  This Willow was nicer than Cordelia and
seemed to know her secret identity, it would be nice to have a real
friend around the house.

"Uhm, sure.  That is if you're sure 'cause if you're not sure than you
can just tell me so and I won't be upset."  Willow went on in full
babble mode for a while before catching their amused looks,  "And I've
said to much, haven't I?"  She asked, blushing furiously.

Buffy laughed, genuinely amused by this little girl.  Giles smiled,
this was good.  He hadn't heard Buffy laugh like that in quite
sometime.  Willow carried a special brand of magic and it was good for
them all.  "I'm sure.  It'll be nice to have a girl my age around.
Cordelia isn't exactly what I'd call good friend material.  Though I
will admit that her being with Xander has made her a bit more human."

Willow nodded.  "That was the impression I got from her.  She really
seemed to care about him but confused by those feelings.  I have the
feeling she hasn't experienced much of love.  Sad really, considering
that he did this all for her."

"But his good intentions won't get him off the hook."  Buffy said
grimly.

"Yes, well, if we could get back to the matter at hand.  Angelus.  He
won't be that pleased when he finds out that he can't get into your
home.  He's not above hiring humans to do his dirty work."  Giles went
on.

"I can alter the spell so that only those invited in can enter a home,
that would work for humans and I could do it so that, except for
certain people, others would have to be continually invited in.  Plus,
I could program it so that only a certain voice could invite the
people in."

"That could get irritating."  Buffy observed.

"True.  But it would be safer."  Giles responded.  "Could you really
do that?"

"Sure."  She shrugged.  "It's only a matter of having the house
recognize souls, or a lack of one."

"Wait, you're that powerful?"  Willow nodded, Buffy asked hopefully.
"Do you think you could restore Angel's soul?"

She thought for a moment.  "I suppose but do you really want to
condemn him to living with what he's done to you these past months?"

"Well, he's only taunted us-he hasn't really killed anyone close to
me.  There was that one girl, Theresa, but he vamped her.  We got to
her before she could do any damage."  Buffy explained to her.
"Besides, he might feel less guilt if you made his soul permanent.
You know, because he'd realize that it could never happen again."

"I suppose but by making the soul permanent, the demon and soul would
be one.  You still wouldn't be together because, although the soul
would be in control and stronger, the demon side would literally tear
him to pieces. Could you handle having him around, helping you out,
living here, but not being with him in any form other than as fighters
for the light?"  She emphasized her words.

"I don't know."  Buffy thought about how she felt, but then she
thought about the things that Giles had read to her, what Angel had
told her about Angelus.  How he had spent his unlife, could she really
sacrifice her desire for him to help the world?  Was she prepared to
give up her dreams?  She looked at Giles and thought about how he'd
given up Jenny for her, for Buffy, even though he loved her.  She
thought about Xander, how he'd turned to magic, even evil magic, to
win back Cordelia.  "I just don't know."

"Then before you ask me to do it, you need to make sure that you
really want it.  Don't ask me to do something you aren't prepared for,
it would destroy you."  Willow was serious, wringing the towel
nervously.  "I can't tell you what to do, nobody can.  That's a choice
only you can make.  I know you will make the right decision because
you are stronger than you believe."

Buffy impulsively hugged her.  After a moment of shocked surprise,
Willow hugged her back.  "Thank you."

"If it helps, I can make it really hard for Angelus to hurt the living
while you're thinking it over.  Who knows?  He may solve the problem
for us."  She smiled.

Buffy didn't even need to think about it.  "Do it."

"It's done."  Willow responded.

"So sure that I was going to choose that, were you?"  Buffy teasingly
asked and arched her eyebrow in question.

"Nope, but I was sure that you would need time to decide and that you
couldn't if he was out there running amok."

"I hate to break into this illuminating conversation but we should be
on our way."  Giles' voice was strained.  They were surprised by his
tone of voice. Then they saw a young woman standing in the hallway.
She had shoulder length black hair, dark eyes, and was about Giles'
height.

Buffy stiffened, and Willow looked curiously at the threesome.  There
was something between them, but what?  The older woman seemed to be
uncomfortable but she didn't move.  No one wanted to make the first
move, whether it was to walk away or to speak.  "Hello, Rupert.
Buffy."  She had a pleasant voice, not to loud or quiet.  It echoed in
the quiet hall, she looked at Willow curiously.

Willow didn't know what to do, Buffy spoke up.  "We were just leaving.
Giles, why don't you take Ms. Calendar home, it might be safer.  We'll
see you in the morning."  She smiled, bravely and walked by, her grip
on Willow's arm painfully tight.

"Are you sure?" Giles asked tremulously, his voice soft and slightly
hopeful. Buffy didn't trust her voice enough to speak so she just
nodded.  "Then I'll see you and Willow in the morning."

Buffy practically dragged Willow outside before bursting into of
tears.  It hurt her more than she had thought to let go of that
grudge, but she knew that she had to in order to move on.  Willow
pulled the slayer into an awkward embrace, not used to doing such
things.  She rubbed her back in tiny circles, hushing her gently.
"Are you going to be okay?"  Willow asked, after she had calmed down.

Buffy sniffed, accepting a handkerchief.  "I'm all right.  I suppose
you want to know what's going on?"  She continued.  "That was Ms.
Calendar, she's a gypsy who knew about the curse.  She was sent to
watch him, see that he continued to suffer.  I was angry because she
didn't tell us who she was.  Giles and her had a relationship before
this happened, I want them to be happy."

"Buffy?"  A voice asked from the school's doorway.

"Mom?"  Buffy and Willow turned and saw a disheveled Joyce walking
towards them.  "What happened to you?"  She instantly went into Slayer
mode, using her senses to find any vampires in the neighborhood.

"I don't know, one minute I'm with Giles and the next thing I know,
I'm in his office."  Joyce rubbed the side of her head.  "I have a
huge headache."

Buffy and Willow exchanged looks, Willow mouthed the spell.  Buffy
nodded.  "Let's go home, mom."

"I see you've met Willow. I hope you don't mind, I invited her to stay
with us. I talked to Rupert earlier.  I hope you don't mind, Willow,
but I gave him the letter from your mother."  Joyce talked on, not
noticing how pale Willow had become but Buffy did.  She talked as she
drove, then Joyce yawned and turned in, after she turned down Buffy's
offer to get her a snack.  "I'm not hungry, dear."

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