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Willow Rosenberg IT Associate

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Summary: Wanting to try and live like a “normal” girl Willow takes a job as a computer programmer working for Reynholm Industries. Cross-over with The IT Crowd.

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Television > IT Crowd, The(Recent Donor)ArgyleButterflyFR15118,9573328,58126 Jul 115 Nov 11Yes

Chapter Eleven

Please see Chapter 1 for Disclaimer



Willow arrived to work early the next morning eager to soothe her colleagues’ concerns. She paced back and forth, impatient to deal with the consequences of her new friend’s knowledge of the supernatural.

She reflected back to the night before and decided that Richmond would be the easiest to deal with as he was somehow already aware of the things that go bump in the night. Before they left the club he reassured Willow and Buffy that he didn’t want to be a vampire. He was already depressed, why would be want to feel that way for an eternity?

Jen may not have been from Sunnydale but she would have been quite comfortable with the resident’s classic denial. She seemed to have blocked out her first escort’s exploding into dust and replaced it with Buffy chasing him off without first getting his telephone number. Buffy and Willow managed to distract her by setting her up with the cute bartender. One look at his broad shoulders, blue eyes, straight teeth and dimples and Jen forgot all about the first joker she had been interested in.

Willow was much more worried about Roy and Moss. Roy had gone speechless and started to drink hard throughout the rest of the night. Moss, although he didn’t rely on booze to numb his response, wasn’t exactly a ‘Chatty Cathy’ either. Both men were deep in thought for the rest of the night. Buffy and Willow walked them home but neither man behaved normally.

Willow stopped pacing as she watched Jen make a dramatic entrance into the office. She was wearing the same clothes as the night before however her outfit was disheveled. Jen leaned back against the door frame with the back of her hand against her forehead, “Oh my Willow, what a night!”

“Would that be a good night or a bad one?”

“Do you really need to ask?”

“Well…”

“It was a good one you silly goose! I really must thank Buffy for introducing me to Tom. Let me tell you he can mix my drinks anytime!” she said while waggling her eyebrows.

Willow cringed a bit from the inference, “That's good; you have nothing to say about the first guy you met?”

“Oh him, no, he was a total loser compared to Tom. Buffy was right, I mean safety pins? How long has that been out of style? I really need to thank Buffy for running him off. I usually have the most atrocious taste in men. If you need me I’ll be napping in my office.” She smiled and looked Willow in the eye, “don’t need me.”

Willow shook her head thinking that the ‘Sunnydale Syndrome,’ was alive and well in London. She continued her pacing, concerned about Roy and Moss.

Richmond was next to arrive. Willow again stopped her pacing to look at him, waiting for him to comment about the night before. He looked even paler than he had been the previous day. “Is everything alright?” she asked.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“Umm, you know the altercation Buffy got in?” she hedged gently, not wanting to disclose too much information in case his memory had also covered it up.

“You mean when she fought that vampire?” he responded in his mournful voice, “Being a Slayer I assume she won?”

“Yes she did …” Willow hesitated for a moment, “How did you know Buffy was a Vampire Slayer?”

“How many Buffy’s can there be who fight the Forces of Darkness? When you lurk around the edges of humanity you learn a thing or two. What do you think Cradle of Filths’ number one song is about?”

“Really? Giles will be interested to learn that the supernatural has already been ‘outted’ to the Goth community.” Willow mused.

Richmond looked around the office aimlessly, “Well, if there is nothing else?”

“Thanks for your time, Richmond.” He gave Willow a curt nod and gracefully left via the Red Door.

Roy entered the office wearing dark glasses. He looked over to Willow and grunted a greeting.

“How are you feeling after last night Roy?”

“I think I had a wee too much whiskey last night. It appears that my memory has been playing tricks on me.”

“What do you remember?”

“I keep picturing your friend Buffy beating up a guy. The guy turned into a monster and Buffy made him disappear into a shower of dust.”

“What do you think about that scenario?”

“I think I may have overdone the drinks because that couldn’t have happened could it?” Willow looked back at him non-committal. “Go on with you,” He said staring at Willow with his glasses off. Willow looked back neither admitting nor denying the claim. Roy laughed, “You’re a tricky one aren’t you? You almost had me believing in my own nightmares. I need some coffee and an antacid to get me through the day.” He looked at her one last time and laughed shaking his head as he headed for the kitchen.

Moss entered the basement humming. He looked up at Willow and cheerfully announced, “Well a good morning to you!”

“How are you today?” Willow inquired.

“I am absolutely smashing! I could barely get to sleep last night with my brain synapses firing so fast. The ideas and the implications are remarkable!”

“Do you have any questions or concerns?”

“Do I ever! But first and most importantly I need to know, does the organization that you and Buffy belong to have an inventor on staff?”

“How do you know there is an organization?”

“Please! With Buffy referring to a person named Giles and going on every ten minutes about having to report to him there has to be a hierarchy; which means you are organized.”

“We have no inventor on staff.”

“Do you think there might be a need for one?”

“I’m not sure, maybe.”

“Fantastic!”

“Why don’t you come by the Watcher’s Council after work? Were you interested in working there instead of here?”

“No, I thought something part time like you seem to be doing would suit me best. I couldn’t exactly leave Roy and Jen knowing about the supernatural now, could I?”

“I suppose not.”

“Jolly good!” Moss sat at his desk and started typing away.

Willow looked at him for a few moments to see if anything else would be said.

The phone rang.

Willow turned from Moss and walking over to answer it she cleared her throat, picked up the receiver and asked, “Have you tried turning it off and on?”

The End

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