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jesterladyficTitle: Grace Fills Up Uneven Nature
by Jesterlady
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Willow/Oz, Xander/Anya, slight Spike/Buffy if you squint :)
Summary: A rewrite of BTVS S4, but this time, I'm really focusing on Willow/Oz.
Disclaimer: I don't own BTVS. Some lines are from the show. The title is by George Hebert. This chapter's title is by George Herbert
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six: As the Day Lessens
“I’ll try to help of course. In fact, I’ve been meaning to ask in what way I could assist. It’s hard for you both and well…” Giles trailed off and Willow smothered a grin in Oz’s arm.
“Thank you.” Oz stuck out his hand and Giles gingerly shook it.
“Of course, I’m afraid you’ve caught me at a rather bad time. This Commando thing is quite daunting. We
really must focus our efforts. Once we’ve ascertained that it will become more safe for you, Oz, we’ll have more
time.”
Willow smothered a frown this time. This was not what she wanted to hear.
“Not too keen on the hunting topic myself.”
And now Oz was helping. Great.
“If only Buffy could locate Spike, we’d have more to go on.”
“Oh, cause we all want Spike back so bad,” Willow grumbled.
“Well, he knows about them and we need more information-“ Giles stopped as the rumbling started.
“It’s an, an earthquake!” Willow shouted unnecessarily.
“Quick, beside the bookcase.” Giles shoved them and they crouched down and waited until the rumbling
stopped.
“I guess underneath doorways is out,” Oz commented as he helped Willow to her feet.
“I honestly don’t know why they teach such rubbish,” Giles muttered. “Stand under the heavy part of the house,
how sensible. No, you’ve got to get near something tall and when it flattens, it leaves a pocket of protection around
it. Safe as houses.”
“Good to know.”
“Children should be beside their desks, not under them. I really must put that on my to-do list. Reform the
education system.”
“After Oz’s problem please,” Willow pleaded.
They cleaned up the broken knick-knacks and started into work. Willow was starting to feel like maybe it
would be okay. Buffy burst through the door.
“Giles! Earthquake! Bad!”
Willow sighed. Maybe some other time.
***
Buffy was on her second to last cemetery and ready to call it a night. But she couldn’t, not with sacrificing, apocalypse-y demons running around. Oh, and Spike. And Willow and her issues. And classes to study for. And Commandos to find. And moms not being visited.
“Chosen Ones need Chosen helpers,” she muttered.
“Excuse me?”
Buffy spun around, stake at the ready, and then relaxed when she saw it was Riley. “What are you doing? It’s not
safe out here.”
“Trust me; I can take care of myself. Night.”
“I should walk you home.”
“You should not. Don’t worry; go do…whatever it was you were going to do in a cemetery.”
“I was just…walking, um, if you’re sure you’re fine.”
“Fine. Bye.”
Buffy stared after Riley. Something wasn’t right there, but she was too tired to do anything about it. Loud
laughter sounded nearby and her eyes narrowed.
Peroxided, British laughter if she was any judge. Once more to the hunt.
***
Willow was reaching a vital part of her book. At least she hoped it was vital. Of course that was when the knock sounded at the door. The frantic, I-need-rescuing-from-demons knock.
“Hold on!” she called and put down her book in frustration.
“What’s the matter, Xander?”
“Demons…sacrifice…Giles…unconscious…high school,” he panted.
She got the gist and immediately grabbed her coat.
“Is Buffy there?”
He nodded.
“What about Oz?”
He nodded again.
They didn’t want to be back in the high school, the place that had spawned most of their current neuroses, but
demons never seemed to care about such things. They found Buffy flat on her back while another demon jumped
into the Hellmouth.
“They are the sacrifices!” Buffy gritted out when she saw their approach, struggling to keep the demon from
jumping.
“Get the blood!” Willow shouted to Xander and concentrated on levitating the bag of bones over to a newly
arrived Oz.
He grabbed them and took off running. Willow sighed in relief, and then shrieked as the third demon closed on her.
Xander shouted to get its attention, waving the blood at it. The demon ignored her and Willow frantically tried to
figure out a transfiguration spell in her head. She didn’t know how up she was for the blood to water reverse miracle
just yet.
Crunch. Buffy snapped the neck of her demon and dragged him away from the crack in the ground. She then
went to help Xander and Willow relaxed.
Oz appeared at her side.
“You okay?”
“Fine. Where’s the bag?”
“Outside. We can put the bones back where they belong later.”
“One more apocalypse.”
“How many now?”
“Who can remember?”
***
Willow felt happy as she knocked on Giles’ door. Oz was going to come later and they would finally get some help with their problem. Giles opened it and his eyes widened.
“Hello, Willow.”
“Hi, you read-“ Willow cut off her words when she saw Buffy inside clearly in the middle of a rant.
“I’m sorry, Willow, Buffy needed some…assistance and it must have slipped my mind.”
“No problem. I’ll just come back.”
Willow left without even saying goodbye to Buffy. She almost felt like trying a spell again.
by Jesterlady
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Willow/Oz, Xander/Anya, slight Spike/Buffy if you squint :)
Summary: A rewrite of BTVS S4, but this time, I'm really focusing on Willow/Oz.
Disclaimer: I don't own BTVS. Some lines are from the show. The title is by George Hebert. This chapter's title is by George Herbert
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six: As the Day Lessens
“I’ll try to help of course. In fact, I’ve been meaning to ask in what way I could assist. It’s hard for you both and well…” Giles trailed off and Willow smothered a grin in Oz’s arm.
“Thank you.” Oz stuck out his hand and Giles gingerly shook it.
“Of course, I’m afraid you’ve caught me at a rather bad time. This Commando thing is quite daunting. We
really must focus our efforts. Once we’ve ascertained that it will become more safe for you, Oz, we’ll have more
time.”
Willow smothered a frown this time. This was not what she wanted to hear.
“Not too keen on the hunting topic myself.”
And now Oz was helping. Great.
“If only Buffy could locate Spike, we’d have more to go on.”
“Oh, cause we all want Spike back so bad,” Willow grumbled.
“Well, he knows about them and we need more information-“ Giles stopped as the rumbling started.
“It’s an, an earthquake!” Willow shouted unnecessarily.
“Quick, beside the bookcase.” Giles shoved them and they crouched down and waited until the rumbling
stopped.
“I guess underneath doorways is out,” Oz commented as he helped Willow to her feet.
“I honestly don’t know why they teach such rubbish,” Giles muttered. “Stand under the heavy part of the house,
how sensible. No, you’ve got to get near something tall and when it flattens, it leaves a pocket of protection around
it. Safe as houses.”
“Good to know.”
“Children should be beside their desks, not under them. I really must put that on my to-do list. Reform the
education system.”
“After Oz’s problem please,” Willow pleaded.
They cleaned up the broken knick-knacks and started into work. Willow was starting to feel like maybe it
would be okay. Buffy burst through the door.
“Giles! Earthquake! Bad!”
Willow sighed. Maybe some other time.
***
Buffy was on her second to last cemetery and ready to call it a night. But she couldn’t, not with sacrificing, apocalypse-y demons running around. Oh, and Spike. And Willow and her issues. And classes to study for. And Commandos to find. And moms not being visited.
“Chosen Ones need Chosen helpers,” she muttered.
“Excuse me?”
Buffy spun around, stake at the ready, and then relaxed when she saw it was Riley. “What are you doing? It’s not
safe out here.”
“Trust me; I can take care of myself. Night.”
“I should walk you home.”
“You should not. Don’t worry; go do…whatever it was you were going to do in a cemetery.”
“I was just…walking, um, if you’re sure you’re fine.”
“Fine. Bye.”
Buffy stared after Riley. Something wasn’t right there, but she was too tired to do anything about it. Loud
laughter sounded nearby and her eyes narrowed.
Peroxided, British laughter if she was any judge. Once more to the hunt.
***
Willow was reaching a vital part of her book. At least she hoped it was vital. Of course that was when the knock sounded at the door. The frantic, I-need-rescuing-from-demons knock.
“Hold on!” she called and put down her book in frustration.
“What’s the matter, Xander?”
“Demons…sacrifice…Giles…unconscious…high school,” he panted.
She got the gist and immediately grabbed her coat.
“Is Buffy there?”
He nodded.
“What about Oz?”
He nodded again.
They didn’t want to be back in the high school, the place that had spawned most of their current neuroses, but
demons never seemed to care about such things. They found Buffy flat on her back while another demon jumped
into the Hellmouth.
“They are the sacrifices!” Buffy gritted out when she saw their approach, struggling to keep the demon from
jumping.
“Get the blood!” Willow shouted to Xander and concentrated on levitating the bag of bones over to a newly
arrived Oz.
He grabbed them and took off running. Willow sighed in relief, and then shrieked as the third demon closed on her.
Xander shouted to get its attention, waving the blood at it. The demon ignored her and Willow frantically tried to
figure out a transfiguration spell in her head. She didn’t know how up she was for the blood to water reverse miracle
just yet.
Crunch. Buffy snapped the neck of her demon and dragged him away from the crack in the ground. She then
went to help Xander and Willow relaxed.
Oz appeared at her side.
“You okay?”
“Fine. Where’s the bag?”
“Outside. We can put the bones back where they belong later.”
“One more apocalypse.”
“How many now?”
“Who can remember?”
***
Willow felt happy as she knocked on Giles’ door. Oz was going to come later and they would finally get some help with their problem. Giles opened it and his eyes widened.
“Hello, Willow.”
“Hi, you read-“ Willow cut off her words when she saw Buffy inside clearly in the middle of a rant.
“I’m sorry, Willow, Buffy needed some…assistance and it must have slipped my mind.”
“No problem. I’ll just come back.”
Willow left without even saying goodbye to Buffy. She almost felt like trying a spell again.
