Of Stakes And Spells
by VixenRaign
Dreaming Of You
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= = = (*The Little Things*) = = =
Buffy stood out in the hall, talking to Riley, and waiting for class to start. In the week or so she and Willow had been apart, the blond had spent a lot of time with the Psych TA. Most of that time had been spent catching up on the classes she'd slept through, or couldn't remember because of memory loss caused by Cursed Beer . . .
Though she didn't tell Riley about that. Buffy had simply told Riley she was having trouble fallowing what "The Evil Bitch Monster Of Death" was talking about. He was happy to help the Slayer with her reading comprehension, and Buffy was starting to realize that what Willow had said was true: Riley wasn't such a bad gut after all. He no longer talked about cheese, and Buffy was glad. Though she often worried; she didn't want to lead him on.
As Buffy's watch beeped, proclaiming the hour, she and Riley walked into the Lecture Hall. She walked into find Willow sitting in their usual seats, and (as always) saving one for Buffy. She was always there early, and seemed to gain some amount of joy, no matter how small, at the sight of Buffy smiling at her as she walked in. Buffy sat down next to her best friend, and took out her note taking stuff (though secretly she was planning to take a nap). She rested her head in her left hand, and a sleep slowly took control of her thoughts, the right hand dropped to her side.
Willow listened as intently as ever, taking color-coded notes, and trying not to let her mind wander. Every now and then she'd glance at Buffy, and occasionally at Riley. It'd not gone unnoticed to the Witch how much time Buffy and He had spent together over the last several days, and it was worrying her. The Slayer, it had seemed, had really warmed up to the simple minded TA, and Willow was concerned about how warm they were going to get! She knew she'd lied to Buffy, and she was sorry, but she didn't realize she could loose her in their 'time off'. As she noticed her best friend relax into sleep, she too let her free hand drop. As her right hand continued busily taking notes, the left was slowly inching its way towards the Slayer's . . .
As Willow's hand found Buffy's she was disappointed to find a pen grasped in the blonde's fingers. She pouted slightly. Unknown to the Witch, Riley had seen her sad face, though he had not seen what had gone on under the desks. As Willow continued to take notes with her right hand, the finger of her left drew intricate designs on the back of Buffy's. She glanced at the Slayer, and saw her stir slightly, and felt Buffy's hand shift under her own. The Witch was about to pull her hand away, discouraged by the blonde's reaction to her touch, when she heard a small clatter at the floor by her feet.
Looking down, Willow noticed that it was Buffy's pen. Willow stopped paying attention to the lecture as she glanced at Buffy's hand. It was empty and now turn upward, as though asking to be held. She slowly and carefully slipped her hand into the Slayer's. She watched as the corners of Buffy's lips turned upwards into a sleepy grin. Willow smiled.
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= = = (*Dreaming Of You*) = = =
"I'm talking about communication. Talking. Not the same thing." Prof. Walsh was talking psychology, and as always Buffy wasn't paying attention. She was going on and on about the concept of thought before it actually takes shape, when it's perfect. Buffy could relate, she often had trouble turning her thoughts into words, especially when it came to tell Willow how she felt. Just then she heard Walsh call "Buffy Summers!"
Buffy's head shot up, worried she'd be yelled at for not paying attention. Instead she saw that she was being waved down to the front of the class. Willow smiled her encouragement, so she approached her professor. "A typical collage girl, one assumes. Go lay down on my desk."
"What?" Buffy asked, more then slightly confused.
"Go on, it's perfectly safe." Buffy hopped up on the desk, and reclined slightly "Riley, if you'd assist?" Riley pushed off from the wall were he'd been standing, and walked over past Walsh.
"A demonstration?" he asked skeptically. She nodded.
"Be a good boy." Riley walked over to the table, and leaned over Buffy. She leaned back further, trying to keep away from him. He leaned in again, now Buffy leaned all the way back, putting her hands up to stop his assent. Riley frowned, and turned to Walsh. They both shrugged, looking at Buffy as though they didn't understand. Just then Willow pushed between the two, and smiled at Buffy. Buffy smiled back. Walsh and Riley stood back as Willow put and hand on Buffy waist, and one on her shoulder. She leaned in slowly.
"This feels strange . . ." Buffy whispered to her friend. Willow just smiled and leaned even closer.
"Don't worry. When I kiss you I'll make the sun go down . . ." she whispered. Willow leaned forward, and their lips touched. When Buffy realized she couldn't feel it, she realized she was dreaming. She kissed Willow back soundly, though she was now thoroughly disappointed it was only a dream. As they broke apart, both smiled, and looked around. As Willow helped Buffy off the table, she saw that the sun had indeed gone down, the class empty.
She heard a faint humming like singing coming from the hall. It sounded like a cross between the 'Na Na Na-Na Na' teasing and, 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. As Buffy fallowed the eerie child's voice she heard the strange words:
"Can't even shout,
Can't even cry,
The gentlemen are coming by!
"Looking in windows
knocking on doors,
they're gonna take seven,
and they might take yours!
"Can't call to mom,
Can't say a word,
You're gonna die screaming,
But you won't be heard!" The singer was a small blond girl, dressed in pajamas, and holding a wooden box with simple designs all over it. Buffy felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around, expecting to see Willow behind her. That's not what she saw! Instead she came face to face with a tall pale figure with metal teeth and a HUGE fake smile and blood shot eyes that seemed infinitely evil.
Suddenly, the bell rang, waking Buffy from her dream. Her hand felt warm, and she watched Willow pack up her stuff, a teasing look in her eye.
"Wow, wasn't that class amazing? Especially that last 40 minutes! Explained everything we'd need to know for the final!" the Witch stated in her most convincing voice.
"Just tell me I didn't snore." Buffy said as she gathered her stuff. Her friend smiled at her.
"Very discreet, minimal drool." They both headed towards the door, glad to be free, at least for a little while.
"So, Buffy, have any interesting dreams?" Willow asked excited to hear about Buffy's rest. The Slayer nodded.
"It was weird though-"
"Hey guys," Riley interrupted, "You heading over to Stevenson?"
"Nah, cafeteria bound." Buffy answered.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, looking from Buffy to Willow and back again. Buffy nodded, and Willow's pout went unnoticed.
"Buffy was just telling me about the dream she had in Psych." Willow interrupted, wanting to hear what had happened.
"Really?" Riley asked, sounding interested, "You know as a Psych major I'm qualified to say things like 'Hmm' and scribble illegible little notes as you tell me about it?" he asked, trying to sound enticing. Buffy smiled, and Willow felt like she needed to leave.
"You know, I just remembered I have that thing . . ." Willow said vaguely, trying to get out of there before Riley started making Buggy eyes, and Buffy hung on to his every word. "I'll see you after Wicca group?" She asked Buffy, who nodded. They waved Willow off, who sneakily went ahead, to a place she knew they would pass so she could listen. She put her note-book in front of her face so they wouldn't see her.
Little did she know that Buffy had seen, and was going to make the Witch Pay for her nosy behavior. "So this dream," Riley asked jovially, "Was I in it?" Buffy smiled.
"There might have been a cameo . . ."
"Just a cameo?" he asked jokingly, as they neared Willow's hiding place.
"More like a staring role . . ." Buffy teased, slightly louder, making sure Willow would hear.
"Romantic lead?" The TA asked excitedly.
"I'm not saying a word . . ." the Slayer said in a sing song voice. Willow watched them leave the building, a frown marring her sweet face. {I wonder what their future kids will look like?} She wondered sadly as she slowly made her way down the hall to Wicca group.
"So what are your plans for this evening?" Riley asked, trying to keep conversation light.
"Patrolling." She stated, forgetting that Riley wasn't a Scooby.
"Patrolling?" he asked, sounding surprised and confused.
"Uhm, I mean petroleum." She corrected quickly.
"Tonight you have crude oil?" he asked skeptically.
"And homework!" she said, trying to get the conversation off her slight flub. He smiled and talked about his work for tonight. Going on about how he had to grade papers. Then a thought came to her. "What papers?" she asked quickly.
"Huh?" he asked, confused by what she meant. He had spaced out while looking at her.
"What papers? We just got our grades back, and all that's left is the final . . ." she stated.
"Oh! Right!" Riley quickly remembered, "Late papers. And, you know, extra-credit." Buffy nodded. They talked for a few more minutes, and then both said their good-byes.
Buffy walked back to her dorm, deciding to do some work before she went to pick up Willow from her Witch-Group. She'd really missed Willow this past week, and she was ready to get back to their old routine. {Well, maybe not EXACTLY like that . . .} she thought smiling, {maybe more Touchy-Feely, I'm-In-Love-With-You and I-Want-To-Make-You-'Happy' then we used to be, but back to spending all of our free time together. I can't wait to get to the Smoochies!} Buffy opened the door to their dorm, and walked in. After putting her stuff down, she stretched out on her bed, counting down the minutes till she got to see her Best Friend again.
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(Author's note: Hope you like my AU version of 'HUSH', I had to play it all off from memory [except for the Gentlemen's Poem, which was sent to me by me Dear Dear Sammi {THANK YOU SO MUCH!}], so if I got anything wrong 'Sorry, I'm not perfect . . .' is all I have to say to you!
The next chapter will be the beginning of the Willow-Buffy-Tara chaos! BE WARNED! If you read my little Bio-Box you will see that I am also openly a Buffy/Tara fan . . . so there will be chemistry between Buffy/Willow, Willow/Tara, and Buffy/Tara! Don't worry! This is still a Buffy/Willow story, and I won't be too mean to Tara (all you Amber-Holics, please take note that she one of my favorite actresses so she will not have her heart broken!). All you Riley Fans/Haters, sorry, he still becomes a Scooby! HOPE TO GET REVIEWS SOON, Tell Me What You THINK!) ~ViXeN~