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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 MacDonald
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve: Friend Each Lonely One of Us
Buffy dialed the phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Still no answer. Xander was AWOL. She looked over at the other side of the dorm. Spotless and empty. Willow hadn’t been home in four days, she’d counted. Giles was so busy helping Willow he didn't have time for his own Slayer. And now, Buffy was bored, couldn’t find Adam, wasn’t allowed to stake Spike according to Giles, had finished her homework and was friendless.
What else was there in a Slayer’s life?
***
“You’ve been very attentive lately. I approve.”
Xander nuzzled the side of Anya’s neck in response. Every since he’d had that talk with Jonathan, Xander had felt like a new man. Like he had a purpose other than being the Jimmy Olsen of the Scoobies. Anya gave him that purpose. She needed him to help her in the human world and she made him feel like the man he never thought he’d be. And if he didn’t talk to Buffy or Willow then he wouldn’t feel their condemnation of his decisions or their secret shame at having a friend who was useless.
So he ignored the phone this time too.
***
Willow breezed into the dorm room. While she and Oz were furious at work, he had taken the time to point out that she needed new clothes and it would be nice to eat something other than stale chips. She was going to grab some things and make a quick stop at the store. After that, she figured they could order in.
“Hi! You’re home. So, do-“
“Sorry, Buffy, I’m just dropping in. Oz and I are getting a lot of stuff done and I’ve got my eye on a new codex I
just picked up from the magic shop. Needed some clothes.” Willow prattled on while she grabbed her things.
“Will, I might need some help.”
“Sure, whatever you need. We don’t want to get in your way and this is really important, you understand.”
“Fine,” Buffy said. “I guess it’s more important.” Willow smiled and started to leave. “See you if I don’t die,” Buffy muttered and dialed again. Again there was no answer, but this time she left a message.
***
Spike felt odd, but here he was, knocking on the Watcher’s door. It’s not like he had an invite and could go barging in.
“Spike, hopefully a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?”
“You want to invite me in or should I just give up the info at the door?”
“The door will do for now. You’re not trustworthy, Spike.”
“Good, glad someone around here still knows that.” He’d been beginning to feel like a pet and he didn’t even
know why.
“You’re very evil, now can we get on with it?”
“Sure, got some info on your beastie.”
“Adam?”
“Sure, he’s gathering all the demons and vamps and anything else nasty toward him. Getting ready for
something big with the soldiers. Hope he tears them to pieces.”
“Why don’t you join him then?”
“I’m smart enough not to trust Mr. Demon Gatherer. He doesn’t care about anything. Maybe if I needed
something bad enough and he could give it to me. But anyway, Blondie’s got her own way of gumming up the works
of any baddie’s plans and I intend to back the winning horse. Especially since she doesn’t seem too keen on the
man and his stepping on her toes, so to speak.”
“Very astute of you, I’m sure. Is that everything?”
“Adam’s holing up in the Initiative and he’s got plans for the Slayer. He wants her there at the showdown,
whatever it will be. Now, I want amnesty for this info, Watcher.”
“I’ve already talked to Buffy. She won’t harm you, if you don’t harm her.”
“We’re like magnets that cancel each other out anyway,” Spike said. “Just don’t expect any heroics from me. I
look after myself.”
“That’s only too obvious. Good night.”
Giles shut the door and Spike wandered off, pondering why he didn’t just eat the ponce.
“Thanks, Spike. You’re really helping us, Spike. Sure, we’ll get you anything you want, Spike. Bloody
wankers.”
Still, Spike couldn’t shake the thought that helping the Scoobies was a good thing.
***
“I can see why there isn’t an ancient prophecy about the Chosen One and her friends,” Buffy grumbled, preparing to go out on patrol. “I guess this is what it comes down to in the end. After everything we’ve been through, it’s all about their little relationship dramas. Something that I’m a little bit lacking in at the moment.”
She bit her lip. The truth was she was scared. She’d faced the Master and Angelus and the Mayor and Faith and Spike and every other Big Bad who’d come to town, but someone had always been there to help her, maybe not with the actual fighting, she’d always been the one left standing, but before and after her friends were there. Now they weren’t and she didn’t have a clue how to kill Adam.
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 MacDonald
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve: Friend Each Lonely One of Us
Buffy dialed the phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Still no answer. Xander was AWOL. She looked over at the other side of the dorm. Spotless and empty. Willow hadn’t been home in four days, she’d counted. Giles was so busy helping Willow he didn't have time for his own Slayer. And now, Buffy was bored, couldn’t find Adam, wasn’t allowed to stake Spike according to Giles, had finished her homework and was friendless.
What else was there in a Slayer’s life?
***
“You’ve been very attentive lately. I approve.”
Xander nuzzled the side of Anya’s neck in response. Every since he’d had that talk with Jonathan, Xander had felt like a new man. Like he had a purpose other than being the Jimmy Olsen of the Scoobies. Anya gave him that purpose. She needed him to help her in the human world and she made him feel like the man he never thought he’d be. And if he didn’t talk to Buffy or Willow then he wouldn’t feel their condemnation of his decisions or their secret shame at having a friend who was useless.
So he ignored the phone this time too.
***
Willow breezed into the dorm room. While she and Oz were furious at work, he had taken the time to point out that she needed new clothes and it would be nice to eat something other than stale chips. She was going to grab some things and make a quick stop at the store. After that, she figured they could order in.
“Hi! You’re home. So, do-“
“Sorry, Buffy, I’m just dropping in. Oz and I are getting a lot of stuff done and I’ve got my eye on a new codex I
just picked up from the magic shop. Needed some clothes.” Willow prattled on while she grabbed her things.
“Will, I might need some help.”
“Sure, whatever you need. We don’t want to get in your way and this is really important, you understand.”
“Fine,” Buffy said. “I guess it’s more important.” Willow smiled and started to leave. “See you if I don’t die,” Buffy muttered and dialed again. Again there was no answer, but this time she left a message.
***
Spike felt odd, but here he was, knocking on the Watcher’s door. It’s not like he had an invite and could go barging in.
“Spike, hopefully a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?”
“You want to invite me in or should I just give up the info at the door?”
“The door will do for now. You’re not trustworthy, Spike.”
“Good, glad someone around here still knows that.” He’d been beginning to feel like a pet and he didn’t even
know why.
“You’re very evil, now can we get on with it?”
“Sure, got some info on your beastie.”
“Adam?”
“Sure, he’s gathering all the demons and vamps and anything else nasty toward him. Getting ready for
something big with the soldiers. Hope he tears them to pieces.”
“Why don’t you join him then?”
“I’m smart enough not to trust Mr. Demon Gatherer. He doesn’t care about anything. Maybe if I needed
something bad enough and he could give it to me. But anyway, Blondie’s got her own way of gumming up the works
of any baddie’s plans and I intend to back the winning horse. Especially since she doesn’t seem too keen on the
man and his stepping on her toes, so to speak.”
“Very astute of you, I’m sure. Is that everything?”
“Adam’s holing up in the Initiative and he’s got plans for the Slayer. He wants her there at the showdown,
whatever it will be. Now, I want amnesty for this info, Watcher.”
“I’ve already talked to Buffy. She won’t harm you, if you don’t harm her.”
“We’re like magnets that cancel each other out anyway,” Spike said. “Just don’t expect any heroics from me. I
look after myself.”
“That’s only too obvious. Good night.”
Giles shut the door and Spike wandered off, pondering why he didn’t just eat the ponce.
“Thanks, Spike. You’re really helping us, Spike. Sure, we’ll get you anything you want, Spike. Bloody
wankers.”
Still, Spike couldn’t shake the thought that helping the Scoobies was a good thing.
***
“I can see why there isn’t an ancient prophecy about the Chosen One and her friends,” Buffy grumbled, preparing to go out on patrol. “I guess this is what it comes down to in the end. After everything we’ve been through, it’s all about their little relationship dramas. Something that I’m a little bit lacking in at the moment.”
She bit her lip. The truth was she was scared. She’d faced the Master and Angelus and the Mayor and Faith and Spike and every other Big Bad who’d come to town, but someone had always been there to help her, maybe not with the actual fighting, she’d always been the one left standing, but before and after her friends were there. Now they weren’t and she didn’t have a clue how to kill Adam.
