Title: Initiated
Authors: Michelle and Shelley (jedi_penguin)
Date: August 2004
Rating: R (just to be safe)
Pairing: Buffy/Giles/Xander/Willow
Summary: The original four Scoobies have some bonding time. This is a very silly fic.
Feedback: I love it, want it, and need it.
Distribution: Ask first.
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. They belong to Joss, Twentieth Century Fox, UPN, WB & Mutant Enemy. This is purely for fun.

Willow paused when she heard moaning coming from the training room. The door was cracked open just a bit, allowing her to peek inside. She couldn't believe her eyes. 'Buffy, Xander, and Giles are naked,' she thought.

Quietly, she moved away from the door, but Giles voice stopped her. "Willow."

"Uh. Not here," she squeaked. "I'm not really here! I'm not. watching. you guys. Nuh-uh!"

"Good," Buffy called out. "Because watching is rude. Joining, however."

"Joining? As in, you want me in there with you guys? With the nakedness?"

"You're a Scooby too, aren't you?" Xander asked. "One of the original Core Four?"

"Well, yeah, but. . ." Willow protested, half-heartedly.

"No buts, Will," Buffy said.

"At least not that kind," Xander snickered.

"Willow," Giles said again, looking her in the eye. "I'd like it very much if you joined us."

That did it. She stepped through the door, closing it behind her.

"I think she needs to be initiated," Xander commented.

"Initiated?"

Giles wordlessly handed her a package. Willow opened it, and nearly died from humiliation: her likeness had been mushed down to twelve inches of white-haired dolly fun. And the Barbie-like thing was wearing a fuzzy pink sweater with a mismatched floppy hat!

Willow began sputtering, "What the--? Who the--? I haven't worn anything like this in years!"

"I know," Buffy moaned, sounding like she was in real physical pain. She picked up some clothes from the ground and shook them in Willow's face. "Check out these boots! And I never wore a skirt this high!" Both Giles and Xander coughed. "What?"

"Cheer up, Buffy," Xander said quickly. "It's not like you're in a Hawaiian shirt and clown pants. Giles," he turned towards the older man with a scowl. "How could you let Andrew do this?"

"You think I wanted to be immortalized in tweed?" Giles demanded. "I've practically outlawed tweed since restarting the Watcher's Council and-"

"Focus, Giles," Buffy demanded. "Why did you authorize Andrew to make these dolls anyway?"

"The Council psychologists believe that is might be healthy for our younger Slayers to, to relate, to us, somehow. Some of our Slayers are less than ten years old-" Willow cringed at that reminder of the inadvertent repercussions of her spell. Giles brought a hand up to her shoulder, and began rubbing it. He smiled comfortingly at her and continued. "And thus the idea for dolls was born. I approved it because I thought that the youngest Slayers might be less intimidated if-"

"If they were able to mock us and our poor fashion choices?" Xander grimaced. "Brilliant idea."

"Oh, I don't know. I'm not sure I mind these clothes all that much." The others stared at her incredulously, but she just grinned and began stripping her doll. "I mean, yeah, they have to come off. But then we get to have naked bonding time."

Giles cocked an eyebrow at that, and Buffy grinned. Xander pulled Willow close and admitted, "You might just be on to something there, Will."

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The End
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