Chapter Three
Buffy couldn't deny feeling apprehensive about visiting Giles and his ‘bright young woman with the extraordinary powers.' It still stung no matter how much she knew she was being ridiculous.
Knocking on the door, it did not bode well when the girl in question
answered the door. Buffy raised her eyebrows. The woman before her had
shoulder length red hair, green eyes and pale skin. She wore light makeup
and had some kind of peasant dress on. She was cute, in a word.
"You must be Buffy. Hi, I'm Willow," and the girl stuck out her hand.
Buffy took it lightly and smiled softly. "Hi."
"Come on in," Willow stepped aside.
Okay, that wasn't right. Of COURSE she could come in. Giles was HERS.
This was practically her home—as a matter of fact it had been her home at
one time. She could waltz in if she wanted to, unannounced even. Or, hey,
she could use her key and the only reason why she hadn't was because
she'd left it at home. So there, Willow Rosenberg!
"Giles is downstairs putting some supplies away," she sat down at the
table, facing Buffy who was standing in the door way still, feeling kind of out
of disorientated. "Oh. Right. So, magic huh?" Brilliant Buffy, brilliant.
Willow nodded eagerly. "It just …came out of me. And good thing it had! If
it hadn't I'd be dead right now."
"Oh?" Buffy decided to play dumb on the off chance Giles hadn't told
Willow she knew.
"Vampires. Can you believe it? Well, of course YOU can, being with a
vampire and all."
Buffy's jaw dropped and then she started to sputter. "What? How did you?
Did Giles say—how in the world—you can't tell anyone!"
Willow looked at her, startled and jumped out of her seat. "Oh! No, no, no!
I wouldn't tell anyone. I won't! Giles didn't say a word to me, I just . . . " she
looked at her sheepishly. "I've seen you around the city. Mostly at night
and with your boyfriend. I've seen you stake a vamp before and I've seen
your boyfriends face all fangy. I was too freaked about it all to talk to you . .
. plus what would I say anyway? ‘Hi, I just saw you dust a vampire. My
name is Willow.'"
Buffy took a tentative step forward. "Good point." Was Giles remodeling
down there too?
"Anyway, I found myself on the receiving end of unwanted vampire
attention and when I told him to stop, he became immobile! Then I thought
about him engulfing in flames, and poof! Up he went in flames." She was
beaming, apparently proud of herself.
Buffy's eyes bugged. "You were able to engulf him in flames?"
Willow nodded. "After then I tried doing other things, like move stuff—"
"Sounds like telekinesis rather than magic."
"Just call me Carrie!" Willow laughed, "And Firestarter!"
Buffy just smiled wanly.
"So some things I've been able to do. I haven't been able to do the fire
thing again, so Giles thinks it may have happened due to stress. I tried a
glamour spell and it worked."
"Glamour spell?"
"You know when you change your appearance? I wanted to have black
hair for a night just to see if my girlfriend liked it. Which, she did."
"Glamour huh? That's . . . interesting. And, girlfriend you say?"
Willow nodded profusely. "Yep. I'm gay." She stopped and narrowed her
eyes. "That a problem?"
Buffy's eyes widened and now it was her that was rushing to the defense.
"No! God no. Not at all. I just . . . what is Giles DOING down there?
Rebuilding the Taj Mahal?"
Willow giggled. "Let me get him."
Buffy nodded, and, feeling dizzy all of a sudden, sat down at the table. She
felt as if she'd just gotten slammed with information and she'd only been
there for not even ten minutes. Willow knowing about Spike and her,
Willow gay, Willow knowing WAY more magic than her, Willow letting HER
in Giles' house. She was feeling overwhelmed and no wonder!
She jumped a mile at the warm hand on her back. "Buffy, dear, are you all
right?"
She turned to see Giles standing before her with a concerned expression on
his face. The urge to cry was sudden upon her and she fought it. "I'm just
feeling a little dizzy."
"Would you like some tea?"
"Please. Decaf."
"Coming right up," and he smiled warmly at her.
Willow sat down across from her. "I came on too strong, didn't I?" she
looked worried.
"I'm just. . . no. Just so much going on all of a sudden I just needed to take
a breather."
Willow nodded. "I'm sorry just the same. I flung a lot at you in a short
amount of time."
"So, I don't even know where to start. I can't seem to think of anything to
say!"
"That's a first," Giles said jokingly from the kitchen.
"Watch it buddy!" Buffy laughed.
"Giles sings you praises you know," Willow informed her. "I can tell he
adores you."
Buffy smiled sheepishly, "thanks."
"Now that I've met you and know about you, I feel like I could learn so
much from you."
"Me?" Buffy was incredulous. "You started a fire!"
Willow chuckled nervously. "That I can't seem to do again. Maybe we could
learn from each other then?"
"Maybe," Buffy replied, non committal.
"I take it you didn't trust her then?" Giles inquired an hour later after
Willow had left.
Buffy shrugged. "I don't know."
"Well it's either yes or no."
Toying with the tea bag in her mug, Buffy shrugged again. "I didn't feel up
to sharing."
"Buffy, are you sure you're all right?"
"I think so."
"What is it? The dream? We will figure it out Buffy. Spike? Is Spike
bothering you?"
"No! I don't . . . I don't know what's wrong with me. Must be the
hormones."
"Did you have the dream last night?"
"Every night for the past month."
"And nothing in it changes?"
"Nope."
"Have you seen any changes in your magic or your strength?"
"I haven't really practiced much lately," Buffy trailed off. Ever since she'd
gotten pregnant she had forgone patrolling altogether. Spike had taken to
doing a quick sweep, which worried her to no end. It was tough because on
the one hand, she wanted to be out there doing what she felt was her job.
On the other hand, she didn't want to endanger the baby by going out
there. Then there was the issue of Spike doing it. She didn't want him out
there endangering himself, but she also didn't want the streets to go
unchecked. It was a fight she'd been having with herself and Spike lately.
And she hadn't felt much like practicing her magick because her energy
levels hadn't been all that high lately. In a word, she was bored. She helped
her mother out at the gallery a few days a week, but it wasn't enough. She
needed something else, something that was just hers. She just didn't know
what it was. She had a college education for crying out loud, surely there
was SOMETHING she could do. Something she SHOULD be doing. And
what could she do now that she was pregnant? What place would want her
for the next few months only to let her go for a few more?
No wonder she felt exhausted with these thoughts running rampant in her
mind.
"Perhaps you should start coming by a few times during the week and we
can do some tests and maybe practice? It might not hurt for you and Spike
to spar a bit. Nothing extreme that could hurt the baby of course, but
something small just to test reflexes and strength. He should be a rather
good judge of any change in your strength."
"I haven't told Spike about the dream."
Giles looked stunned. "Why ever not?"
"I didn't want to worry him until I figured it out."
"Buffy," Giles started, shaking his head. "With all that you and Spike have been through you should know above all not to keep secrets from him."
Buffy looked down at the floor. "I know. I just wanted clarification of
whether or not it was actually something or if I was just having a weird
occurring dream, ya know?"
"I think after having the dream for a month as you have, it's time to tell
him," Giles told her in that stern, yet gentle way he had. "You should try a
dream exercise before you go to bed."
"Such as?"
"Tell yourself that you will see more, understand more and that you will
receive answers. Often times people who have recurring nightmares talk to
themselves before bed. They tell themselves they will fight and conquer
the monster in their dream, and usually, they do. Perhaps trying something
like that for your dream will offer insight to what is happening within you.
If anything is happening at all."
Buffy nodded. "All right."
"In the mean time. You need to tell Spike."
"Yes dad," Buffy teased.
Giles' whole face brightened considerably and Buffy felt her heart expand
at the sight. Promptly, she burst into tears. "I love you Giles!" She wailed
as Giles sprinted across the room and took her in a soothing embrace.
"Buffy, why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a sap!" she sobbed against him.
Giles stroked her hair. "I love you too, Buffy. You're the daughter I never
had, you know."
"I know," Buffy whimpered. "Just don't ever forget that."
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