Title: Watcher, Slayer, Vampire, Witch 1/3
Author: Katy Hart
Email: secondalto@yahoo.com
Rating: FRT
Pairing(s): B/G, W/S, X/A
Spoilers: Something Blue
Summary: My twist on the “will be done spell”, see A/N
Disclaimer: Joss and company own them; I’m just
borrowing for fun. All the borrowed dialog was written
by Tracey Forbes.
Distribution: You want it? Really? Just ask.
Feedback: equals happy muse. Happy muse equals more
stories.
A/N: Okay, I had been planning this just to be B/G,
and then my muse got inventive. She threw W/S together
at the end of “Following His Heart” (go read it!) and
then the duo started clamoring for their own story.
Hopefully this will satisfy them. There is B/G
goodness, it just takes a few scenes, be patient. Oh,
one more thing, I do like Tara and Oz, they just don’t
speak to me, can’t seem to write them.
Thanks: To Carla and Gilesbabe for the beta work. Any
mistakes left are mine.
Willow sat on the floor of the girls’ bathroom surrounded by all the necessities to perform her spell. She sat inside a circle of red candles, a bowl in front of her, a goblet nearby, and the herbs neatly arranged. She took a deep breath and prayed that this would work.
“Harken all ye elements, I summon now.”
She dropped some herbs into the bowl.
“Control the outside, control within. Land and sea, fire and wind. Out of my passions a web be spun. From this eve forth, my will be done. So mote it be.” Willow poured the contents of the goblet into the bowl. A lavender blot of electricity connected the candles to her, causing the flames to rise. It was a success. Smiling, she gathered up her ingredients and hurried back to her room. Buffy was still sleeping. There would be plenty of time in the morning to check out the spell. She climbed into bed. Tomorrow she would feel no more pain over Daniel Osborne.
Willow awoke the next morning to see Buffy had already left. Good, she could check the spell without her best friend hovering around. She pulled herself into a sitting position, took a few deep breaths. She was ready to be over Oz, ready to move on.
“It is my will that my heart be healed. Now.”
Nothing. The pain was still there. The ache for her wolfie still there. She turned to the window.
“It is my will that the curtains close.”
Again nothing. She picked up her notebook and turned to a blank page.
“It is my will that my psych paper be written. Please.”
Still nothing. She sighed. Another Willow spell gone wrong. She threw the notebook across the room in disgust. She showered and dressed, ready to go to class when she heard a knock at the door.
“Come in,” she called, stuffing books in her bag.
“Good thing I’m not a vamp,” Xander’s warm voice teased. “You okay Will?”
“What do you want, Xander?”
“Buff called, said you were drinking, seriously drinking, at the Bronze last night. She thought I should talk to you, being your oldest friend and all.”
“Why couldn’t she talk to me herself?”
“She had to go over to Giles’. They’re gonna try a memory spell or hypnosis on Spike. Do you want to talk about Oz? I’m here for you Will.”
“I just want the pain to stop. I even tried magic but the my will be done spell went all kablooey, big shock.”
“Magic won’t solve everything Will. I think you need to stop. I see that you’re in pain…”
“That’s just it, Xander! You don’t see anything! You never see anything,” her eyes glowed, but he wasn’t paying attention.
“Will, I’m just trying to help. Buffy said…”
“Oh, yes, do bring Buffy into it. She couldn’t even bother to tell me she was worried herself, had to call you in.”
“Buffy needed to help Giles.”
“Giles, Giles, Giles. It’s always Buffy and Giles. If they want to be together so much, why don’t they just get married.”
Her eyes glowed again, but Xander couldn’t see because she was turned away from him.
“But Spike…”
“Spike can kiss my…”
“Will!”
“Lips, Xander, I was going to say lips.”
Her eyes glowed one once more. Actually, having Spike kiss her wasn’t such a bad thought.
“And I’d like it,” she pronounced defiantly as her eyes glowed for the last time. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a class to go to.”
She pushed him out of the room. He watched her leave, the edges of his vision becoming blurry. He’d tried; Buffy couldn’t fault him if Willow was stubborn. He looked at his watch; time to go to work.
Giles’ apartment
Spike sat chained to the chair, listening to the pair in the kitchen argue about what questions to ask him. The sexual tension between Watcher and Slayer was so palpable he could almost taste it. He didn’t know why they just didn’t shag and get on with it.
“Hurry up will you? I’m gonna miss Passions,” he yelled.
“Shut up, Spike!” came the united shout.
They were thinking of performing either a memory spell or putting him under hypnosis, see if he could come up with more details about the wankers who’d put the chip in his head. Slayer had arrived saying something about Red and sending the whelp to talk to her about wolf boy. Canine didn’t know what he was giving up, Red was a bit of alright she was. She’d consoled him about the chip, brought him blood.
Yeah, he’d smelt the fear when he’d tried to bite her. Fear and magic, a powerful combination. She’d been brave, just like the time before, when he was trying to get Dru back. He’d come to Sunnydale for the Slayer, but the witch had always been there. That first night at the Bronze, he’d picked out the Slayer easily, been intrigued by her. But the redhead had called to something in him.
He was jerked from his reverie by something going through him. A spell? Had they done the spell without telling him? The pair was oddly quiet. Spike felt weird, a strange but interesting compulsion came over him. He wanted to kiss the witch, now. An excited shriek got his attention.
“Oi, what’s going on in there?”
Buffy bounced into the room, smiling, Giles following her with an equally goofy grin.
“Oh, isn’t it great, Spike! It’s the happiest day of my life! I want you to be there of course. That means it will have to happen at night. Can we have it at night, Giles?”
“Anything for you luv.”
“What the hell are you babbling on about, Slayer?”
“I’m getting married. Giles and I are getting married!”
She wiggled her left hand in front of him. On the third finger she wore the Watcher’s onyx pinky ring.
“Bloody hell!”
Buffy sighed happily as she snuggled into Giles’ chest; it felt so right being here. More right than Angel had ever felt. And Parker, well she should forget about that. She even knew Riley wouldn’t be as right as Giles was. His kisses turned her knees to jelly. His heart beat under her hand. That was a big check in the plus column, a heartbeat. His ring felt comfortable on her finger.
She’d long felt something for Giles, but had been unable or unwilling to label it because he was her Watcher. She’d noticed how strong he was when Amy’s mom had tried to kill her and now she was in his arms again, was going to be in his arms forever. She loved him. A statement so simple, yet so full of wonder and joy.
Buffy felt so perfect in his arms, as if she’d always belonged there. He’d wanted this for so long, yet had buried his feelings deep. But now Buffy was going to be his wife. Giles was amazed at how right his ring looked on her finger. He’d loved her forever, the feelings finally registering when Quentin had fired him. He had stayed because she owned his heart; he would die for her.
He had never hoped she would feel the same way. Yet here she was, in his arms, marrying him. He would not let her go, she would not face the Hellmouth again. He would get the Council to call another Slayer, there were ways. She would have his children, grow old with him. She was his now.
“You look happy,” she said, trailing her hands down his chest.
“I am happy, I have you,” he replied kissing her forehead.
“And I have you, and I’m not letting go.”
She unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the muscled chest underneath. She ran her hands all over, nails scraping across his nipples. He let out a half moan, causing her to grin mischievously. She moved her hands lower, stroking him through his pants.
“Buffy, luv, do you know what you are doing?”
“Yeah, I don’t want to wait until the honeymoon.”
She unzipped him and plunged her hand in, eliciting a full groan of pleasure. He used his hands to pull her in for a hard kiss, tongues dueling passionately. He moved his mouth along her jaw, nipping and licking down to her neck. He ran his hands under her top, thumbs brushing over her nipples, hardening them.
“Upstairs, take me to bed,” she breathed.
“Yes luv.”
He swept her up and climbed the steps to his bedroom, kissing her as he went.