Dead Prophets
by Rin
Shhh...
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"What do you mean?" Willow was in her office with Faith, who was writing down the major problem with the tour...on a dry erase board.
'I lost my voice. Doc says Larin's vagina.' Faith finished writing on her board, and turned it to Willow, who was torn between chuckling at the miscommunication, and going nuts over the loss of tour dates.
"Laryngitis, sweetie." Willow took a deep breath. Not like this hasn't happened before with singers. It was just hard b/c Rogue Slayer was performing at the Grammys on Friday...four days away...
'Oh.' Faith mouthed, then erased her board. 'What about the Grammys? I can't miss that.'
"Don't worry. We'll cancel the tour dates this week, and make sure you're better by then. If not...then...you're not. I'd rather see you better than straining your voice. You could lose it completely that way." Willow pulled Faith into a hug, just as Eve walked in the office.
"Don't let me interrupt..." Eve smirked, and sauntered over. "Unless you want me to join."
"Eve, I'm in a meeting. Think you can take it elsewhere for five minutes?" Willow was frustrated. Eve had made it her new mission in life to seduce Willow...well, not her new mission, just her current mission.
"I can see the meeting was looking up, too." Eve got serious for a moment. "Just wanted to give you a headsup. The senior partners are liking what you're doing here, and are talking about sponsoring another main event if your girl here can bank on the Grammys again."
"Thanks, Eve." Two words Willow hated to say...
"My pleasure...or yours, depending on how you look at it." Eve sauntered out of the room again, and Willow locked it this time.
'What was that about?' Faith already had the board ready.
"Eve...she thinks she has to seduce me." Willow rolled her eyes, and plopped back on the couch. "I wish she'd give it up." At Faith's eyebrow stare, the redhead backtracked. "I mean...not give it up, as in the sexual manner...b/c been there, done that...not again...just give it up, as in trying to get me to sleep with her again."
'Again?' Faith was confused. This was news.
"Oh...long time ago...LONGGGGGgggg time ago...like pre-Buffy long time ago."
'So...I have to do the Grammys now for sure.'
"No, sweetie. Eve just meant awards wise. The senior partners could care less if you sing or not...they just want the prestige, and awards. You're getting better. That's a direct order." Willow pulled Faith into another hug. The brunette loved when their bodies were pressed together like this...even if she was with Kennedy, there'd always be that love for Willow.
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"Faith lost her voice? Isn't that kinda...hush hush?" Buffy was putting Elita's dinner on a plate, while Willow pulled the chicken casserole from the oven.
"Yeah...but you get the hush. You have the ultimate inside source." Willow kissed her wife sweetly before removing the broccoli from the burner. "Faith's all worried b/c of the Grammys. I couldn't imagine what it's like to lose your voice. I'm just glad laringytis isn't contagious, or else we'd all lose our voices. Now, that would be a huge freakout point."
"Yeah...it would..." Buffy's mind was working overtime, and Willow could tell. Creative Buffy was thinking...
"How's the writer's block? Get anything done today?" Willow took off the oven mitts, and placed them on the counter. She'd just pulled into the driveway ten minutes ago, and could smell dinner cooking...
"No good on the block but I did manage to clean the bathtub." Buffy shrugged. After sitting there in her creative space for two hours, she got frustrated, and started cleaning the house instead. "Though I think something may come up later..."
"That's good. At least you're getting a start. Better than poor Faith. She was writing on a dry erase board to talk to me. She looked so scared b/c she didn't understand what was happening to her. If I woke up, and my voice was gone..." Willow trailed off, and shivered at the thought.
"I would be your voice for you."
"Yeah but what if your voice was gone, too? What if it was an epidemic, and everybody in Sunnydale lost their voice? What, then? It sounds like something out of a fairy tale..."
"Not your average fairytale, Snow White..." Buffy kissed her wife. Willow was brilliant, and could've just saved her book.
"Yeah, fairytales are supposed to be nice, and have good morals at the end. That fairytale has no heart, I'm telling you." Willow's mouth was salivating for Buffy's famous casserole. "Let's eat, I'm starving!"
"Mommy silly." Elita let Willow pick her up, and place her in the high chair, while they sat around the dining table for a family meal.
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When Willow fell asleep, Buffy snuck into the extra bedroom where her laptop was located, and took it to the living room, so she wouldn't wake up everybody. Her mind was on fire! The block was gone, and she couldn't write fast enough. The thoughts, the brilliantness of her wife...the idea of everybody losing their voices to fairytale monsters looking for hearts...it was brilliant!
Buffy hadn't even noticed the sun rising, or hear Elita shuffling in her bed upstairs. She had fallen asleep moments earlier, her mind completely exhausted, and another four chapters written. There would no longer be a problem making deadline.
Willow woke to find an cold, empty bed that was Buffyless, and went to check to make sure she wasn't up with Elita again. No, Elita was sitting up in bed with her 'just woke up' baby daze, so Willow took her to the bathroom to potty train, and figured Buffy had woken up early, since she smelled the faint smell of coffee. After changing Elita, she took her downstairs for some breakfast.
"Mommy!" Elita saw Buffy first, passed out on the couch, laptop sitting open on the coffee table, notes and papers strewn about her. Willow just smiled at her wife, and took Elita to cuddle up beside her. It didn't take long for Buffy to wake up, since Elita was smacking her cheeks lightly.
"Hey, baby..." Buffy hugged the happy baby to her, and snuggled with her.
"Late night?" Willow came to sit in the crux of Buffy's legs, and rubbed her back. "You look sleepy. How about I work from here today, so you can get some sleep? I can watch Elita."
"You don't have to do that, Will. Grammys are Friday...you need to be at work."
"I can take Elita with me, then. You should get rest...and no more writing today. Sleep for you, missy." Willow smacked Buffy's butt lightly, and kissed the spot she spanked, eliciting a husky giggle from Buffy's sleepy voice.
"Okay...but if she gets to be too much, call me, and I'll be there." Buffy knew Willow was still heartbroken over her unsuccessful Elita watch at work that first time last month. Now that Will was calmed down from it, time for another chance. "She'll be fine. You'll be fine. What did I tell you?"
"Accidents happen. Even June Cleaver didn't watch Beaver constantly." It was a running joke...b/c Willow commented that if June watched beaver (pussy) all the time, then it would bring a new meaning to 'leave it to beaver...'