~Part 1~

Giles stared at the letter, hardly believing its contents. So, the council hadn't forgotten about his slayer. And now they wanted his help. 'Now, that's a hoot'. He thought.

**

The insidious British man talked on... and on... and on. Frankly, Giles was very fed up.

"Mr. Giles, it is of *utmost* importance that you and your team re-locate to the rendezvous point until the prophecy has been fulfilled." said the snotty man. Some Mr. Kenbridge or something.

He reminded Giles of Wesley. That was a scary thought indeed.

"Also, remember that you are the only one who shall be aware of the prophecy"

"I'm just going to take 4 teenagers, and tell them we're going on an impromptu vacation sponsored by The Council? That's a laugh"

"Exactly. Your tickets are in the mail. The council's depending on you."

The line went dead.

"Why, the little son of a..." muttered Giles.

He sighed, a mournful sound in the quiet of the evening.

"Oh dear, the Caribbean, 4 teenagers, a 150 year old vampire and me, a very unlucky British watcher. Why does that thought makes me want to hide under the bed?" said Giles to himself, a very desperate tone in his voice.

**

Willow carefully walked down the hall, a stack of books perilously held in her hands. Ever so carefully, she nudged the door open with her foot.

As soon as she poked her head into the room, a very excited Slayer assaulted her. Her books went flying, and if it weren't for her precarious hold on the doorframe, Willow would have joined them too.

"Whoa, Buff! Hyper much?" she told Buffy, who’s face looked about to split from all the grinning.

"We're going on a vacation!" she informed Willow proudly.

"We are?"

"Yup!"

"A vacation?"

"That's right! Giles got the tickets today."

"This was Giles's idea? Our Giles?"

"Yup!"

"You sure?"

"Yup!"

"One more 'yup!' and I'll turn you into a rat"

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing. I said that I'm glad!"

"That we're going, or that Giles is finally joining this century?"

"Both?"

"That's my Willow!" She told Willow, patting her arm. Willow stuck her tongue out at the hyper slayer..

***

Xander dropped the phone back in its craddle.

"Anya, we're going on a vacation!" he told her.

"That's great Xander." she said, "Can we go back to having sex? I hate being interrupted" she told him, a small pout in her face.

"Happy to oblige ma'am" he said, giving her a wink.

***

"Let's go tell Spike!"

"Woah, Willster. I sense deep dark secret"

"Secret? No! No secrets. Secrets bad." stuttered Willow, the tell-tale blush spreading accross her cheeks.

"Some-body's Got a Crush!" teased Buffy, a big grin on her face. She wasalready plotting the 'accidental' set-up in her mind.

***

The damned witch made him uncomfortable. He didn't know how to act, how to feel, bloody hell, he didn't even know what to say around her! And she was always looking at him, with that look. Lustful and full of innocence at the same time. It was intoxicating.

"Vacation? Where to?"

"Good point!" she said, while grinning. "Somewhere in the Caribbean, I think."

"Caribbean? Sounds good. All that nice ripe blood. Had a nice nutty taste."

"Ah, but *Spikey*, you're neutered!" informed Buffy, an evil smirk in her lips.

"But *Slayer*, whatever shall ye do. No jumpin' in the sack with commando boy?"

Buffy's evil smirk turned into a murderous glint.

"Now guys. Let's try not to get killed shall we?" asked Willow.

***

~Part 2~

Giles peered at his alarm clock. It couldn't be 5:00 am already! He felt like he'd just gone to sleep.

Damn.

He reluctantly got on his feet, aware of the fact that 4 very excited teenagers would arrive at his doorstep in a while. He had to mentally
prepare for that.

'God, what did I do to deserve this? All hormones and rampant emotions' he muttered, as he gathered his robe, and padded downstairs.

Thinking about the deliciously relaxing cup of tea he failed to notice the people in his living room.

"Giles! G'Morning" chirped a very cheerful Willow, and proffered a cup of tea.

Willow, in his kitchen, at 5:00am in the morning. The day started looking dreary already. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't mind the young girl's eagerness, but today… he just wanted to throttle her.

Surprised at his train of thought, Giles meekly accepted the cup. He glanced into his living room. Very bad mistake. Spike sat in his armchair, smoking a cigarette, while Xander and Anya frolicked in the couch.

"Those two should get a room" he heard Buffy say.

'Damned right' he thought.

Giles then turned to Buffy, his greeting dying on his lips. He apprehensively glanced at the growing pile of luggage by his doorstep. He knew who would have to carry most of it.

"Damned council. Should've told 'em to stick that damned prophecy up…" Giles's non-charitable thoughts were interrupted by the ringing phone. It was just as well, since Giles's thoughts when mad tend to be very reminiscent of his Ripper days, and those are a bit… violent.

***

Bloody hell. He was going to be stuck in a bleedin' airplane for almost 5 hours with the Slayer's lackeys. Some vacation. Buffy turned to him, that evil smirk of hers again on her lips.

"Spikey! Don't you want the window seat? Quite a view." She sweetly told him.

Laughing, Willow shooed Buffy away. "That's not nice! You'll have Spike thinking we don't like him!"

"Wills, newsflash: we don't!" Xander informed her with a smile.

"*We* don't, but Willow does!" Buffy said, throwing her a knowing smile.

Willow didn't answer, but ducked her head into her laptop, feigning ignorance. But, again, that telltale blush spread across her cheeks.

What the hell? So, the little witch likes me, eh? This was bound to be very interesting, indeed.

***

I can't believe Buffy! She told him! Well, not told him *told* him, but she knew he'd figure it out!

But… revenge is sweet! Too bad Riley didn't come with us.

***

I hate airplanes. Although I've been told sex in the airplane bathroom is supposed to be the latest trend. Nah, I like it on a big comfy bed. I guess some things don't change after a thousand years.

But… on the beach it sure does sound tempting!

***

Sleep.

Must get sleep.

Being up all night with Anya and then having to get up early does not equal to a good night's rest, or to a conscious Xander.

***

That one looks an awful lot like a Bunny. And look! A chaos demon. And… that one looks like my 5th grade English teacher. Shudder. Scary thought.

***

Willow glanced at Buffy, who was currently enraptured in the passing clouds. Some people are very, very strange.

Across the aisle, Giles was staring at the airplane's ceiling, muttering what sounded like several expletives not meant for a lady's ears.

Both Xander and Anya were sound asleep.

'No wonder… they go at it like bunnies!' Willow thought with a giggle.

And Spike, well, he was staring straight at her. When her green eyes met his blue ones, she felt that damned blush creep up again, but she didn't let her gaze falter. She was quite surprised by the knowing, and quite frankly, lustful look in his eyes.

She looked down at her hands and then back up at him. He threw her a cocky grin, and winked.

A very interesting vacation, indeed.

***

Willow and Buffy crowded at the small window, trying to catch a glimpse of the glittering lights beneath.

"Ahoy, San Juan! Caribbean fun, here we come!" cried a very enthusiastic Slayer.

***

The harsh lights of the airport were a drastic change from the dimness of the airplane. Looking around, Giles quickly found their tour guide, obviously the one with the big sign. He'd always hated those. Throwing them a wide grin, the man sauntered over.

"Señor Giles?" he asked.

"That's right, Gonzalo, if I'm not mistaken?"

"Si, that's right. Your luggage will be sent directly to the hotel, and we should get on our way. It's a long drive to El Conquistador."

****

About an hour later, we finally reached the hotel. It's about bloody time. I just want a soddin' bed.

Of course, sharin' it with Red wouldn't hurt either.

***

~Part 3~

Room keys in hand, Giles walked over to where the gang lay waiting. They had taken over one of the small siting areas in the lobby; numerous luggage lay around them. Thankfully, the early morning start, flight and long drive to the hotel had taken its toll on them. Xander and Anya were snuggled in the loveseat, fast asleep, while Buffy and Willow sat in the sofa, in a half-aware state of mind. Spike was leaning against a nearby wall, the ever-present cigarette in his hand.

Clearing his throat, he called out to them, waving the keys. "We're checked in. Let's get a move on, so we can catch some sleep"

Willow gave him a sleepy grin, having noted his lack of 'stuffiness'. With a wink, Buffy stage-whispered. "We won't tell them you weren't stuffy for a moment"

Giles's gaze narrowed, but softened at the sound of Willow's giggles. With a sigh, he rolled his eyes heavenward. He was putty in their grasping little hands, and they knew it.

***

After gathering their belongings, they piled onto the elevator.

"Which floor?" asked a half-asleep Xander, who had ended up next to the elevator buttons.

"Number 8" answered Giles.

Ewevator go up. Ewevator go down the hooole" mumbled Willow under her breath.

With a laugh, Buffy and Xander joined in. Spike glanced at the watcher, wondering just what the bloody hell had possessed them.

"I've learned not to question these things" confided the Englishman.

Nodding, he turned to the group, but refrained from making a comment, as they had reached the 8th floor.

***

"Well, we have rooms 815, 816, and 817" informed Giles, holding up the room keys.

"I'm assuming both the 15 & 16 have king-sized beds" whispered Anya to Xander. Wide-eyed, Xander quickly snatched the key from the Watcher's hand, pulling Anya along, and resolutely shutting the door behind them.

With a knowing grin, Buffy grabbed the remaining keys, keeping the one to room 817, and handing the other one to Willow. Before anyone was aware of what she did, she pulled the watcher into the room, closing the door, and leaving a speechless witch and laughing vampire behind.

"What the _hell_ just happened?" growled Willow, receiving a surprised glance from Spike.

"Well, luv, it seems we'll be sharing a room"

"What?!"

Spike threw her a knowing smirk, "Don't worry, pet. I'm sure it won't be so bad," he said, as he sauntered into the room. Glancing at his swinging behind, Willow mumbled, "I'm sure it won't...."

***

"NO!"

"But, luv! Please!"

"I said NO!!"

He threw her a pleading glance.

"... No!"

He sighed. "Fine."

"Thanks Spike!" Bounding over to him, she quickly gave him a peck on the cheek, before disappearing into the bathroom. He stood there for a moment, transfixed, relishing the phantom warmth her quick kiss had left on his cold skin.

"The things I do for you, Red..." he mumbled, as he carefully arranged the pillows on the sofa.

***

She felt guilty, horribly so. Spike had been nothing but nice lately and here she was making him sleep on the sofa. With a sigh, she turned over. Her hair, still wet from the shower, brushed against her neck, making her shiver. She was so mean... and so naive too. Couldn't she behave like a perfectly reasonable adult, and share the bed with him? Well, she _could_...

But, in that case, there was no way she could keep herself from just... jumping him. Uttering a frustrated groan, she buried her face in the pillow.

***

Damned witch.

She smelled so utterly delicious, all sweet, and something completely _her_. So near, yet so far away. If she'd been someone else, he would've said to hell with 'protocol', and just taken her. But, he couldn't. She was... special. Everything he'd ever touched ended up screwed up. He didn't want that to happen with her. Drusilla might have been his insane princess. But, oh, if Willow let him... he'd make her his Queen.

Biting his lip, he turned over, holding his pillow to his chest. Wishing that it was she who he held in his arms.
 

~Part 4~

Willow studied the glossy menu sitting in front of her. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she stared at the numerous alcoholic concoctions that were
available. Looking sideways, she noticed Buffy was as engrossed in the menu as she was.

"Buff, but we aren't legal yet!" the redhead said, a slight pout on her face.

Sighing in exasperation, the blonde stared at the menu longingly. The bartender, a yummy looking brunette, gave the two girls a knowing smile.

"And how old might you be, ma'am?"

"We're both 19..." Buffy told him, her exasperation apparent.

The bartender's smile grew even broader, if that was possible.

"And you're not legal, because?"

Buffy stared at him as if he had grown a second head, "'Cause we're not 21, obviously!"

He stared at her for a second or two, and then laughed. The yummy-looking bartender was *laughing* at them! Willow gave Buffy a disbelieving look, and raised an inquisitive eyebrow at the guy.

"I'm sorry," he said, when he had calmed down somewhat. "Legal drinking age here in the island is 18."

A wide grin spread across Buffy's face.

"You're not kidding, are you?" asked a very eager Willow.

"Not at all, so, what'll it be?" he asked, yet again giving them that knowing grin of his.

Glancing at the imposing list before her, the redhead looked up to the waiting bartender.

"Um, what do you recommend?" she asked him, scrolling down the list of exotic-sounding names. The Mai-Tai, the Grasshopper, Cranberry Cabaña,
Coquito, Blind White Russian, and near the bottom of the list, she saw something that made her laugh, the Scooby Snack cocktail! [I bet Xander
would get a kick out of that one.] She thought.

"Call me Marco," he said, throwing her a wink. "You girls shouldn't jump head-first to the cocktails, how about a Corona first?"

"A Corona?" asked Buffy.

"A light beer, served chilled with lime. Perfect for starting up." this was said with yet another brilliant grin.

"Sounds good." said Willow, giving him an impish smile.

While Marco's back was turned, Buffy leaned over to the redhead.

"Way to go Willow!" the blonde told her, giggling. "You're flirting with the bartender! Oh, and by the way, said bartender has a very nice ass." The man in question was currently leaning over the fridge, scooping out the chilled beer bottles.

"Buffy!" the redhead admonished her with a laugh, "You're not even drunk yet and here you are being so... so... naughty!"

Buffy laughed along with her, throwing an arm around Willow's shoulders. She was so glad that they were close again, despite all the things that had taken place lately.

"Here you go, chicas," Marcos said, as he placed the Coronas on the bar. "I'll put these on your tab. Why don't you take a walk around the pool, the
weather's quite nice. If you want another drink, just ask any of the waiters walking around."

"Thanks!" quipped both girls.

"De nada," he said, throwing them another smile. Glancing at his watch, he told them, "It's nearly mid-day, you could also catch the next ferry to
Palomino."

"What's that?" asked Buffy.

"Palomino? That's one of the resort's private islands. It's the main one, and then there's Palominito, a very small island that's just right next to
it. It's just for guests, there's a restaurant, a bar, and quite an amazing beach."

"Sounds interesting!" said Willow, with a laugh. She grabbed Buffy's hand and pulled her excitedly out of the pool-side bar. "Thanks Marco!" she said
over her shoulder.

"Adiós chicas! Have fun." he said after them.

"Willow! Sheesh! Wills! Please slow down!" said Buffy, laughing, as she patted her stomach with her colorful sarong.

"You're making me spill beer all over myself!"

Grinning, Willow looked exasperatedly at her. "C'mon Buffy! We don't know when we're gonna have to fight whatever evil the Council has sent us after, we better make the best if our impromptu vacation!" she said, as she adjusted her own sarong, which had ridden low on her hips due to her
over-eager rapid walking.

"You're right, c'mon!" said Buffy, and it was her this time that eagerly set off towards the docks. The girls made quite a picture, both wearing little
more than their bathing suits and the brightly-colored sarongs wrapped around their waists. Buffy's bikini was a striking cobalt blue, which
contrasted nicely with her tanned skin. Willow, on the other hand, had been coaxed by Buffy into wearing a bikini, rather than her usual one-piece suit. It was a deep emerald green, which brought out the color in her eyes. She felt rather self-conscious, but decided to wing it because she didn't
actually know anyone in the island, and hey, she was on a vacation, right? And if Marco's constant flirting was any indication, then she couldn't look
that bad.

***

The ferry, thankfully, wasn't very crowded and they managed to find seats in the upper deck. Buffy chose one of the benches that ran along the edge of the deck, where they could stare down into the clear water.  Willow sat down next to her, and watched the receding dock, already slowly filling up with people waiting for the next ferry.

They were sitting in the open deck section, where the bright sun warmed their skin. Buffy gave the redhead a contented smile, and looked down into the swiftly moving water. Her reverie was suddenly interrupted by Willow's excited laugh, as she grabbed her arm and pointed out into the distant waves.

"Look, Buff, dolphins!" she said, her face filled with a child-like glee.

And sure enough, about four or five dolphins were fast approaching the ferry, swimming alongside it. With a grin, Buffy joined the redhead, who was
now leaning over the rail, trying to get a closer look. Yet another smile graced her lips, evil or no evil, she was glad they'd been sent here. It was
exactly what the gang needed, a breather from the usual routine, in order to get back on track. She might be a tad self-centered, ok, way self-centered if she was honest with herself, but even she couldn't fail to notice the strain that had been apparent in the Slayerettes.

"Penny for your thoughts, hon." Willow said, looking at her inquisitively.

Laughing, Buffy gave her a sudden hug. "I'm just glad we're here."

Returning the hug, she threw the blonde a smile. "I know what you mean... we really needed a breather." Willow said with a laugh, "Not that Xander and Anya are going to be seeing the outside of their room for a while, anyway."

"Quite true! God, they go at it like bunnies!" said Buffy, giggling.

[Hm. I wish they weren't the only ones getting any. I *do* have a certain yummy vamp sleeping in my room...] Willow thought, a longing sigh escaping from her lips.

"Definitely more than pennies for whatever naughty thoughts you're thinking..." said the blonde, giving her a knowing look. "They wouldn't involve our resident British bad-ass, would they?"

Willow felt the familiar heat of a blush rising up her face. Half-panicked, she glanced around for something to distract Buffy from digging in too deep
in that particular area. She sure didn't want her crush to be even more obvious than it was. After all, Spike would just probably laugh at her if he
knew what she was thinking.

"Wills, c'mon, I know you have the hots for peroxide fang-face. Off with it!"

The redhead quickly stood up, pulling up Buffy with her. "Look Buff! We're here" she squeaked, as she set a near-frantic pace for the exit. But, the
slayer wasn't so easily deterred, and she gave a gentle tug on Willow's arm, stopping her in midstride.

"I'll let it slide for now," she told her with a half-smile, "'Cause I know I'm making you uncomfortable. But, hey, I'm your best friend... Promise you'll dish later?" the slayer asked, giving Willow her best puppy dog eyes. Dreading the moment, yet unable to say no, Willow gave the slayer a short
nod, before running out of the ferry.

"Last one in pays for the drinks!" the redhead shouted over her shoulder.

With a laugh, Buffy ran after her.
 

~Part 5~

Willow stared idly at the slowly moving crab. It crawled silently, the
bright sun glinting off its dark grey shell.  The redhead heaved a small,
contented sigh. She was lying in the soft, white sand, while enjoying the
warm tropical weather. A soft breeze ruffled her red tresses, also making
the turquoise rolling waves move closer to her relaxed form.

Something really cold trickled down the middle of her bare back, and Willow
gave a small shriek, sitting up quickly. Buffy stood over her, holding two
tall glasses filled with a blue, frozen concoction inside, a mischievous
grin on her face. With a giggle, she sat down next to the witch, and offered
her one of the drinks.

"That was evil, Buff! Really evil!" mock-scolded Willow, as she took the
proffered drink. "What's this?" she asked, as she took a sip.

"It's a Blue Curacao Sour. Yummy, eh?" the blonde replied, as she also took
a drink.

"Very much so," said the redhead laughing, "But at this rate, we're gonna be
two very drunk scoobys, you know?"

With a smirk, Buffy raised an eyebrow. "What was it that I always told you?"

"Well... besides staying away from people with sharp, pointy fangs?" asked
the Willow, with a laugh. "Wasn't it Carpe Diem?"

"Damned right, Wills, Seize the day. So drink up!"

"I'm warning you, if I end up puking over the rail in the ferry, it's going
to be your own fault!"

Laughing even more, the blonde replied, "If you end up doing that, I'll be
joining you! I mean, can you just say, eww!"

"Putting disgusting pukeage thoughts aside, pretty nice island, no?"

"Quite and relaxing too, but..." the blonde said, wrinkling her nose, "I
don't know, it's kind off *too* calm, if you know what I mean?" she asked,
giving Willow a questioning glance.

Willow considered this for a moment, taking another sip from her drink. "You
mean, after getting used to not having a moment's peace back in Sunnydale,
being able to relax is boring?" the redhead replied, with a laugh.

Smiling with chagrin, Buffy nodded. "I guess you're night. Not that I'm not
thankful for the respite, but hey! I'm the slayer," she said laughing, "I
think I'm entitled to want a little bit more action, no?"

Raising an eyebrow, Willow gave her a knowing grin. "Respite, Buff? Isn't
that a little big for your vocabulary?"

The blonde gasped in mock indignation, "Oh fair Willow, dear! You wound me!"
she said, as she dissolved in a fit of giggles, collapsing in the sand,
looking up at the impossibly blue sky. Willow studied her almost-finished
drink, before glancing over to Buffy.

"You *do* know we're quite pathetic, don't you?" asked the witch, as she
joined Buffy, and laid down to look at the passing clouds. The slayer turned
to her, propping her head on her hand.

"We're pathetic?" she questioned.

The redhead turned her head to look at Buffy. "Yep. Quite pathetic. Very
much so. One beer, and one blue cura-whatever it's called, and we're here
giggling like idiots." she said, yet again laughing. The blonde nodded, but
refrained from making a comment, preferring to just lay back down and just
enjoy being with her friend, tipsy as they may be.

***

Anya studied the vast array of delicious concoctions sitting in front of
her. Room service was a wonderful thing, indeed. She was dimly aware of the
water being turned off, as Xander had finished taking a shower. That thought
brought forth images of a slick, soapy Xander, but putting those lusty
thoughts aside, she concentrated on the matter at hand. What would be
yummier, she considered, covering her dark-haired sweetie in the fluffy
whipped cream or better yet, the sticky and sinfully sweet guava marmalade.
Decisions, Decisions. It'd mean Xander's just-finished shower would go to
waste, but all was not in vain, the ex-demon thought with a naughty smile,
that would mean this time she could, ahem, wash his back.

Poor, poor boy. He should've known better than to hook up with an extremely
hormone-driven, recently-turned-human, ex-demoness. Yet again, his lack of
insight meant lots of orgasms for her, so it couldn't be that bad. Her
reverie was cut short when Xander exited the bathroom, clad in nothing but a
towel. Definitely not a lot of room for thinking was her last coherent
thought. Then her mind was too preoccupied with her Xander to think about
anything else.

***

Spike stifled a growl as he glanced at the bedside clock. Sunset was still a
few hours away, and there was *nothing* to watch in the bloody telly.
Mindlessly flipping channels, he finally settled down to watch some Spanish
soap opera that was playing. Yet, he actually wasn't watching the damned
thing. Rather, he was just staring at the screen, while his mind wandered.
Of course, it just *had* to wander over to his delicious redheaded roommate.

A dark scowl marred his handsome features, as he yet again wondered why the
hell he had been cast away to the lumpy couch. It'd been hell on his back
and on his resolve too. He just couldn't lay there inhaling her sweet scent,
and not think about damning it all to hell and just kissing those luscious,
soft looking lips. There was just no bloody way he could listen to her soft
breathing, the mellow beating of her heart as she slept, and not wonder
about the taste of her silky skin, or how her fiery locks would feel against
his own skin.

Oh bugger, was he bloody whipped or what? He decided he'd rather not think
about that. His icy blue eyes took on a rather devilish glint. He'd much
rather think about how he was going to stop sleeping on the damned couch. It
seemed like a certain redheaded witch was going to be in for a surprise. He
might be one whipped, chipped vampire, but he was also Angelus' childe. A
very cunning and devious childe, if he may add. Bragging? Him? No bloody
way! With that in mind, he settled in more comfortably, and planned the
little hacker's demise. Well, not really demise, it was all just a matter of
opinion, really, he thought with a grin. Summer's definitely looking up.
 

***

The ride back to the hotel was pretty uneventful. The ferry was mostly
empty, and Buffy had yet again pulled Willow up to the roofless deck. This
time, however, they wrapped their colorful sarongs around their shoulders,
since the setting sun also made the air around them much colder. There was
almost no breeze, and the sparkling sea lay flat and wave less.

They watched as the sun slowly disappeared over the horizon, turning the
water into a fiery mass of orange. As the sky slowly darkened, hundreds of
glittering stars slowly appeared overhead.

Buffy sat next to Willow, her head on the redhead's shoulder,
absent-mindedly playing with one of the rings she wore. Meanwhile, the witch
sat enraptured in the star-filled sky.

"It's so calm here, here isn't it?" Buffy said softly, almost as if afraid
to break the peaceful spell that surrounded them.

"Yes, it's wonderful." Willow answered in a hushed tone, a soft smile on her
lips. Her green eyes caught sight of a single brilliant stroke of light, as
a shooting star streaked across the sky. Her smile grew even wider, and she
closed her eyes, making a wish.

"What'd you wish for?" asked Buffy, looking up at her.

Willow regarded her friend for a second, and then looked up at the sky once
more. "I wished for this... feeling or whatever you want to call it, to stay
with us." she whispered.

Buffy felt her throat constrict at Willow's words, her hazel eyes shimmered
with unshed tears. "Wills, I... I know I might not be the friend you deserve
at times, but that doesn't mean I don't love you, you know? I mean, we all
have our moments, right?"

"I know, Buff. I think we're entitled to be a little wrapped up in our own
problems sometimes... just as long as we don't forget the important stuff,
then nothing else really matters that much."

"Although sometimes I might abuse that privilege." the blonde said with a
laugh, giving the hacker a warm hug.

"It's all right," Willow replied. "With the whole Slayer Extraordinaire
thing you've got going on, I guess we could cut you some slack."

"You're not so bad yourself, Miss hacking and research superpower, complete
with witchy stuff!"

Both girls laughed, exiting the ferry hand in hand. Behind them, the sun
finally set, leaving the sea to become liquid silver under the brilliant
moonlight.

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