S.W.U.
by Red
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S.W.U...Special Witch's Unit
The Rosenberg Case
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Red: cocoachanel67@yahoo.com
Joss' people.
nc17, naturally
My answer to Scott's latest challenge...he so did this to tempt me.[Set post-chosen. Everything is going crazy! Kennedy and Xander are getting married, Willow is lusting after Dawn, and Buffy is dying because Willow nearly killed her! Spike is a ballerina and Angel is a drag queen while Illyria loves anything pink and frilly! A spell has fallen over the Survivors of Sunnydale and LA...one that is causing them to act very strange.
The only way to stop this curse...
is to get B/W to admit their feelings! But how is this possible when Willow wants Dawn and Buffy wants...Harmony?
Must Have:
W/B overall
D/W (references)
B/H (references)
K/X (references)
Angel/Nina
Spike/Illyria
a mouse
a silver dress.....
At least 2 of:
a red carpet
a monkey
a pair of sunglasses
an umbrella
a mink stole
earrings
twins]
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"Willow?" Angel said.
The redheaded witch stared at the crystal floating in front of her. Angel looked to Giles, who was wearing concern on his face.
"Willow," he said, softly, gently.
"Something's wrong!" Kennedy growled. "Do something!"
Xander put a hand on her shoulder. "We usually like to keep from yelling and growling when the magicks are going...especially when the big gun is all in, hyptno state."
"Rupes, what's goin' on?" Spike whispered.
"I'm not sure...I admit, this is a bit odd for this type of spell."
Dawn looked at Angel. "This is so your fault."
"My fault?" he baulked.
She nodded. "You're the big scaredy whose afraid of the little bitty mouse in his office. And you run Wolfram & Hart...sad."
"I'm not afraid...I just don't like them."
Spike cocked a brow and smirked. "I would love to take you to Disneyland."
"We could have called that service...that man in the white suit with matching hat." They looked at Illyria, who went on. "The terminator."
Dawn smiled gently. "That's exterminator...big, big diff."
"Terminator...big guy, dark glasses, funny voice," Xander explained. "Orkin man...way less muscle, nerd glasses, funny smell."
The blue haired warrior nodded. "Thank you for that clarification."
Xander smiled. "Any-WHOA!!!!!!!!!"
He was cut off by a bright light that sent he and Kennedy a good ten feet back, doing the same to the others on the opposite side of the room.
"Dear lord."
Giles' voice was soft but spoke volumes. It was what was going through everyone's mind...in one way or another. The Englishman sat up and looked around. Illyria was sprawled across Spike, Xander and Kennedy were across the room and Angel was on his desk, laid out. Giles' eyes turned to the center of the room and that's when dear lord became-
"BLOODY HELL!"
Standing in the same place she was before the room got zapped, was Willow...only now she no longer stared at a floating crystal...now, she kissed the youngest Summers.
+++++MEANWHILE...ACROSS TOWN+++++
Buffy rolled her eyes, making a mental note...this was mental note 237...to dust Angel the second she was back at the office. Why did he have to send Harmony, of all people, with her as back up? Ok, so most of the juniors were now in New York with Faith, Wesley, Gunn, Robin and the small batch of new
watchers Giles had gathered. There was still Giles...Mr. hey I came back from the dusty place...Xander, Illyria...Willow...
The slayer smiled without even realizing it, just as she always did when she thought of her Willow. Willow, when she thought of Willow.
"So then, I said look you mister slimey guy...that sweater was so Chanel and Chanel isn't cheap."
Buffy forced a sympathetic look at the vampire and nodded.
"That's true, it's not," she said.
"Darn right it isn't...hey, hey, that's the guy, right? Grey hair and way bad complextion." Harmony pointed to a man getting in a car.
"That's our guy...come on."
Buffy started the car up and followed him. And as she drove, Harmony talked. Thankfully, they only had to go a few blocks.
"So, do I get to help you slay him now?" the blonde vampire asked excitedly.
"No, no slay, just watch and report what we see," Buffy replied, her eyes doing just that, following him across thestreet andinto the corner building. "Write this down...1551 Calhoun Street."
Harmony grabbed the pen and notepad from the dash and wrote it down. "Done...now what?"
Buffy turned to her, a smile on her face.
"Now, I kiss those lush lips of yours."
Harmony opened her mouth to say, huh, and found said mouth full of slayer tongue.
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"I said, bloody hell," Giles repeated.
"I'd say so," Spike clepped, looking into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen.
"I find this posistion disturbingly enjoyable," Illyria stated, looking right back into his.
The vampire cocked a brow, smirked and brushed his lips over hers.
"Oh man," Xander groaned, sitting up, "Will, what was the train that you're kissing Dawn...OH GAWD! She's kissing back! You're kissing-"
"Dawn," Kennedy finished for him. "Good, now I won't feel so bad doing this."
She climbed over Xander, straddled him and placed her lips hard onto his. He tried to push her away...for two seconds, then his arms wrapped around her and he kissed back.
Giles watched, numbly, jaw scraping the floor, brow furrowed so high, it scraped the ceiling. Turning to Angel, he was relieved to find the vampire not kissing anyone.
"Thank heavens at least two of us haven't been made insane," he noted, removing his glasses and wiping them on his shirt.
Angel stood up cracked his neck and look at the watcher.
"Giles...do you think I'd make a pretty woman?"
to be continued.....