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Summary: A Disney Movie Marathon leaves Buffy speechless. Who can help her catch her breath?

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Smallville > Buffy-Centered
Movies > Little Mermaid
CrushedRosezFR1531,612285,43815 Apr 0719 Apr 07Yes

Chapter One

A/N This is my first fan fic. I hope y'all like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Dawn or Willow. They belong to Joss. I don't own the little mermaid. That belongs to Disney. Smallville belongs to someone who is not me. Shame isn't it.

Buffy, Willow and Dawn flopped on their sofa. They had been in Smallville for a grand total of two days and had barley had time to stop and relax.

“Who wants to watch a movie?” Willow and Buffy shrugged in a non-committed sort of way. “Great. I say we watch” Dawn pawed through a box of DVDs, “The Little Mermaid.”

“Ok. It’s nice. No violence, no blood shed. It’s a go.” Willow agreed with her Slayer friend. Dawn put it in the player and pushed play.

Part of the way through, Buffy and Willow began to sing along with the movie. When the song Poor Unfortunate Souls began, Willow took on the part of Ursula. Buffy sang the part of the little mermaid. Dawn rolled her eyes but thought they were pretty good. None of them noticed a faint glowing light that drifted from Buffy’s throat and was collected by the charm Willow wore around her neck.

After the movie was over, Willow got up and turned the television off.

“Buffy has to get ready for her date now.” Buffy’s eye lit up at the reminder of her date with the cute farm boy who lived just outside of town. It was their third date and nothing weird had happened yet. She jumped up and rushed up the stairs to get a shower. She showered quickly then dashed to her room to dress. She slipped a pale yellow summer dress on and brushed sheer lip gloss over her lips. She stepped into a pair of simple white sandals and threw her hair up in a ponytail.

As she walked down the stairs she called for Willow and Dawn to ask how she looked. When no sound came from her throat, she stopped. She opened her mouth to call again, but there was nothing. She ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen where she heard Willow’s voice coming from.

Buffy tapped her friend on the shoulder making her jump, dropping the apple in her hand.

“Buffy, don’t do that. You know better than to sneak up on people.” Willow’s hand flew to her chest as if to calm her hammering heart. Buffy opened her mouth to retort, but then snapped it shut. She let out and exasperated sigh. “Buffy, is something wrong?” Willow was a bit alarmed when Buffy didn’t argue.

Buffy nodded enthusiastically. She patted her throat.

“Does your throat hurt?” Willow gave her friend a confused look. Buffy shook her head vigorously, causing her ponytail to swing. She grabbed a notebook and pen off the counter and scribbled a note to her friend.

Can’t talk. Lost my voice.

Willow’s eyes widened. “How did this happen?” Buffy shrugged and sat heavily on one of the kitchen stools. Dawn strolled into the room and went straight for the fridge. She pulled it open and grabbed a grape soda. She looked over at the note in Willow’s hand.

“You really can’t talk?” Buffy shook her head and her shoulders slumped. “Cool! This means that I don’t have to listen to you rag on me about my homework!” The teenager popped the can open and took a drink.

“Dawn! It’s not funny. Some demon could have cast a spell to take her voice from her.” Willow tried to be the voice of logic.

“What good would that do? Buffy doesn’t have to talk to kill things. Although, it could be an unintentional spell, like someone said the spell without knowing it was a spell?” Buffy’s eyes lit up and she jumped off the stool. She ran into the living room and grabbed the movie case for The Little Mermaid. She rushed back into the kitchen and waved the case in Willow’s face.

“What? Buffy, we already watched it.” Buffy rolled her eyes and snatched the notepad from Willow and scratched her first message out before scribbling a new one.

Poor Unfortunate Souls

She showed it to Willow. The witch’s eyes lit up in sudden understanding.

“You think the words from the song are actually a spell?” Buffy pointed and nodded emphatically at her friend.
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