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This story is No. 2 in the series "A Stitch in Fate". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing story of Methos in Sunnydale. What will his presence change in season 2? How will he react to events on the Hellmouth?

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Highlander > GeneralDocBones + 1 otherFR151432,190310526,56012 Feb 1213 Jan 13No

ekki-ekki-ekki-pitang-zoom-boing by Duchess

I don't own anything but my cats, please don't sue me.

Dru was humming as she danced across the floor.

Spike watched her, frowning from the wheelchair. “Are you sure about staying, love? This town hasn’t worked out too well for us.”

She smiled vacantly. “The old one changes things, he must be stopped. There’s something coming- it was buried, but they dug it up. And the stars shout with delight!”

He rolled closer and grabbed her hand. “Yeah? What do they shout?”

She sank gracefully down onto his lap and leaned her head against his shoulder. “Death’s Daughter will Die.”

* * * *

Jenny looked around the lobby curiously. The hotel had obviously been empty for a long time, but it must have been stunning once. She wandered over to the desk and peeked into the office.


“Ahhh!” She spun, hand over her heart. “Don’t do that!”

Angel looked sheepish. “Sorry. I, uhh, don’t make much noise.”

She leaned back against the counter and smiled shakily. “Not always a bad thing, but you might want to make an effort not to scare your friends.”

He blinked at her for a moment. “I don’t have a lot of friends. What did you want to tell me?”

She looked off to the side, uncomfortable, and cleared her throat, uncertain where to begin. Taking a deep breath, she decided on the simplest approach. “My name isn’t Jenny Calendar. It’s Janna Kalderash.”

He growled.

She gulped and hurried on, “I was sent to Sunnydale to watch you, keep you away from Buffy.” She held up her hands defensively. “They never told me what could happen.” She pushed away from the desk and started pacing. “Adam let me read the journal. I … I-. Shit. The spell, that spell, never should have been cast. They, they-.” She stopped, ran her hands through her hair, and took a deep breath. “Sorry. Not the point. The point is,” She sighed, “They approached me a few weeks ago, right before Buffy’s birthday. I told them to go to hell, but, they aren’t going to give up and go away. They’ll send someone else- to watch you, to make sure you’re suffering.”

Angel watched her resume pacing, swearing softly under her breath. “Not that I don’t appreciate the warning, but why tell me?”

She stopped again, back to him and arms wrapped around her waist protectively. “Because you deserve to be treated better. You never asked for this, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you died. My tribe ripped you out of heaven, to be a, a, a prison guard; and, and I’m sorry. That’s why I’m helping Adam with researching ways to alter the curse.”

He stared at her for a long moment, stunned. “Thank you. For caring. I’ll keep an eye out.”

She turned around and gave him a shaky smile. “I should get back.”

He nodded, watching as she reached for the door handle before shaking himself with a sigh and calling, “Dinner?”

She paused and looked over her shoulder at him, puzzled. “Dinner?”

He shrugged. “It’s a long drive.”

There was a moment of silence, as he looked intently at the wall to her right. “I, ah, I wouldn’t be much of a friend, if I made you do it on an empty stomach.”

She smiled slowly, surprised. “That sounds nice.”

* * * *

Adam was staring at the ceiling and frowning when Buffy, Willow, and Cordelia walked into the library. “Hey Adam! Something interesting written up there?”

He blinked and looked over at them. “Hmm? Oh, no, just thinking. There’s something funny going on.” He went back to staring at the ceiling. They waited for him to elaborate.

“Well? What is it?” Buffy and Willow glared at Cordelia for her impatience, then went back to staring expectantly at Adam.

“I’m not sure. It’s really faint, hard to pick up on. I can’t quite figure out what it is, or what’s causing it.” He shrugged. “I’ll tell you if I feel anything else. What’s up with you three?”

Buffy slumped into a chair. Willow sat next to her, patting her on the back.

Cordelia rolled her eyes and explained, “Valentine’s Day. Buffy’s depressed because Scott Hope hasn’t asked her out.”

Adam nodded absentmindedly as Buffy sputtered her protest. “Hey! Valentine's Day is just a cheap gimmick to sell cards and chocolate!”

Adam grinned at her insincerity. “So what are your plans for the big day then?”

Buffy shrugged. “Mom and I are gonna have a pig-out and vid fest. It's a time-honored tradition among the loveless.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Joyce isn’t loveless, just stubborn.”

Willow pouted in sympathy. “She still won’t go out with you?”

He shrugged and sighed dramatically. “I’ll wear her down eventually. Until then I shall just have to suffer in noble silence.”

They blinked at him in disbelief before breaking into peals of laughter. “Suffer in silence!”

He put on an exaggerated expression of injured innocence as they calmed, setting all three off again.

* * * *

Amy, Willow, Jonathan, and Andrew sat in a circle around the large clear quartz imbedded in the concrete, meditating, as incense drifted around them.

Giles nodded in satisfaction and clapped his hands. “Very good. All right, we’re done for the day. Why don’t I go make some hot chocolate while you tidy everything up?”

The teens smiled and rolled their eyes fondly at his back. Amy watched him walk back to the house, and sighed deeply.

“What’s wrong?”

She shrugged at Jonathan. “I’m just tired of meditation. He said they were going to teach us, but we haven’t done any real magic yet.”

Willow frowned at her. “We need to learn the basics first. Can’t walk until you crawl, or, or something.”

Amy made a face. “I was doing just fine on my own! I don’t get why staring at my bellybutton is so friggin important.” She stalked off to the house.

They watched her go, Willow frowning after her in concern.

* * * *

Adam wandered through the empty school, eyes half closed as he concentrated on the faint ‘scent’ that was almost overwhelmed by the nearby Hellmouth. It seemed to be strongest- here. He studied his surroundings carefully, but there was nothing unusual or supernatural about the area. Thoughtful, he walked slowly toward the library. In the empty space where he had been a few moments before, there was the faintest echo of a gunshot.

* * * *

Xander fidgeted uncomfortably, tugging at his shirt and rubbing his palms against his legs, waiting for Cordelia. Finally spotting her, he straightened and smiled. “Hey.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you look really good.”

He preened. “Yeah, I let Buffy dress me. Well, not physically. She picked out the outfit.”

She scowled. “Perfect. You had to make this harder, didn't you?”

He blinked at her in surprise. “Okay, clearly the fact that I please you visually has got us off on the wrong foot here.”

She shook her head. “Xander . . .”

He held up a hand. “Let me finish. I've been thinking a lot about us lately... the why and the wherefore. And you can chalk it all up to hormones. A-and maybe that's all we have here. Tawdry teen lust. But maybe not. Maybe something in you sees something special inside me. And vice versa. I mean, I think I do. See something. So...” He held out a jewelry box.

Cordelia opened it, looking torn. “Xander... Thank you. It's beautiful. I wanna break up.”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times before managing to speak. “Okay, not quite the reaction I was looking for.”

She bit her lip. “I know. I'm sorry. It's just... Who are we kidding? Even if parts of us do see specialness, we don't fit.”

The shock was wearing off and Xander was getting upset. “Yeah! Okay... Do you know what's a good day to break up with somebody? Any day besides Valentine's Day! I mean, what, were you running low on dramatic irony?”

She winced. “I know. I didn't mean to do it this way. I...”

He shook his head. “Yeah, well, you did.” He walked away.

* * * *

Amy scowled down at the blank paper in front of her. “I don’t need them. I was doing fine with Mom’s book. Why do I need to learn to meditate and center anyway? That’s not in her book. He acts like magic is complicated. Spells are easy! Just because he and that computer teacher girlfriend of his have no power, he’s holding me back!”

“Amy, honey? Did you need something?”

“No, dad. Just finishing my homework.”

“Alright. It’s almost 11, you should get some sleep.”

“I’m going. ‘Night dad.”

* * * *

Joyce tapped on the doorframe, peering into the library office.

“Ms. Summers?”

She jumped at the voice behind her. “Mr. Giles! You startled me.”

He walked down the stairs, arms full of books. “Sorry, I was just filing in the stacks. What can I do for you? Is something wrong with Buffy?”

She blinked. “What? Oh, no. I just dropped her off. I was wondering if you had a minute to talk.”

He set the books down and gestured for her to precede him into the office. “Of course. Would you like some tea, or, or coffee, perhaps?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I was . . . .” She trailed off looking down at her hands, uncomfortable. “You could say it’s personal. I was wondering about Adam. Or, or Methos, really. I’ve noticed he’s very good at not talking about himself.”

Giles smiled sardonically. “As have I. I don’t know how much I can tell you. Methos is considered mythical by most watchers. We don’t have very much hard information about him- a great number of our records were destroyed about 2 thousand years ago, and what we do have is spotty and incomplete.”

She sighed in resignation and shrugged. “What can you tell me about his Slayer daughter? All I know is she died in her forties.”

He leaned back and started cleaning his glasses. “Officially? . . . . Nothing.”

She frowned at his phrasing. “What about unofficially?”

He stood. “I really have to get back to work.”

She stood as well, opening her mouth to argue.

Giles interrupted. “I cannot suggest you look at the large leather bound tome on the shelf behind you- No, the other one- as that would betray a promise to a friend. Good day, Mrs. Summers.”

She stared at the door he had hurried through, then down at the book in her arms.

* * * *

Amy started as Xander grabbed her arm and pulled her into the empty classroom. “Hey!”

He smiled cheerfully. “Amy, good to see you. You’re casting spells.”

She gaped at him, then protested weakly. “No I’m not.” His smile widened. “I saw you working that mojo on Ms. Beakman. Maybe I should go tell Giles about . . .”

He paused on the way to the door as she sputtered, “That's not even... That is so mean!”

He turned around and casually leaned against the door. “Blackmail is such an ugly word.”

She glared at him. “I didn’t say blackmail.”

He smirked. “Yeah, but I'm about to blackmail you, so I thought I'd bring it up.”

She crossed her arms defensively. “What do you want?”

He straightened and gestured wildly. “What do I want? I want some respect around here. I want, for once, to come out ahead. I want the Hellmouth to be working for me. You and me, Amy... we're gonna cast a little spell.”

* * * *

Joyce sat in the Gallery office, staring at the ancient book. Gently she opened the cover, grateful it was translated into Latin, and started reading.

* * * *

Giles wandered out of the stacks muttering to himself about hormonal teens in Egyptology.

Adam cleared his throat gently from the study table.

“Hmmm? Adam? I thought you were working on something for the Immortal side right now.”

Adam waved a hand. “Finished. An Immortal was running around with a band of mortal mercenaries, having them kill his victim and beheading them before they could revive. We pointed the boy scout in the right direction and he took care of it.”

Giles opened his mouth, shook his head, and closed it again.

“Anyways I dropped by to see what you were up to and to get my journal.”

Giles gave a guilty start. “Your journal? I, I’m not quite finished with it. There, t-there were several fascinating references, and, and…”

Adam stood, frowning. “You promised not to lend it to anyone, Rupert. So, where is it?”

Giles took his glasses off and started cleaning them nervously. “I didn’t lend it out, exactly. I, I, well, the thing is, she was very determined. And you apparently haven’t told her anything.”

Adam stepped forward angrily. “Told who, Rupert?”

He stepped back and cleared his throat. “Joyce.”

* * * *

“A love spell?” Amy’s voice was a squeak.

Xander nodded smugly. “Yeah. You know, just the basic can't eat, can't sleep, can't breathe anything but little old moi.”

She shook her head. “Well, that kind of thing is the hardest! I mean, to make someone love you for all eternity?”

Xander straightened and held up his hands. “Whoa! Whoa, back up. Who said anything about eternity? A man can only talk self-tanning lotion for so long before his head explodes.”

She frowned at him. “Well, then I don't get it. If you don't wanna be with her forever, then what's the point?”

He gestured in exasperation. “The point is I want her to want me. Desperately. So I can break up with her and subject her to the same hell she's been puttin' me through.”

Her frown deepened. “Oh, I don't know, Xander. Intent has to be pure with love spells.”

He crossed his arms. “Right. I intend revenge. Pure as the driven snow. Now, are you gonna play ball, or do we need to have another chat about invisible homework?”

She sighed in surrender. “I’ll need a personal possession.”

* * * *

Adam slowed as he walked past the men’s locker room, tilting his head as if to hear a faint sound.

“Adam? What is it?”

He turned around to frown at the door. “I haven’t the faintest idea. There’s something odd in there. Who’s in there right now?”

Buffy quickly glanced around the crowded hallway, smiling and waving frantically when she spotted Jonathan.

“Buffy? A-Adam?”

Adam glanced at him absentmindedly. “Ah, Jonathan. Can you do us a favor and tell us who’s in the locker room right now?”

He looked puzzled, but shrugged and slipped inside. Coming back out a few minutes later, he shook his head. “It’s just the swim team. Is there something wrong?”

Adam opened his mouth and closed it again. “I don’t know about wrong- something strange at least. It might not go amiss if someone were to keep an eye on them.”

Jonathan glanced back at the door and nodded. “I’ll spread the word to the others. Are we looking for anything in particular?”

Adam shrugged in frustration. “I don’t know. I’d say anything unusual, but this is a Hellmouth.”

They smiled at the dryness of his tone, but glanced at each other with a little unease.

* * * *

Cordy frowned at Xander as he approached her in the hallway.

He held up his hands and snorted in scorn. “Oh, come on, don't flatter yourself. I'm not gonna make a big scene. I just want the necklace back.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “What? I thought it was a gift.”

He shrugged. “No. Last night it was a gift. Today its scrap metal. Figure I can melt it down and sell it for fillings or something.”

She huffed in scorn. “You’re pathetic.”

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, I'm not gonna add to the Cordelia Chase castoff collection.”

She scowled. “It’s in my locker.”

He nodded. “I can wait.”

She refused to dignify him with so much as a glance as she stalked to her locker and opened it. Biting her lip, she carefully removed the necklace from her neck behind the cover of the door. “Here. It's a good thing we broke up. Now I don't have to pretend I like it.”

* * * *

Xander slipped into the classroom furtively. Looking around, he spotted Amy in the back corner and held up the locket in triumph.

She smiled shakily at him and nodded. “I’m ready.”

* * * *

Joyce looked up as her assistant came in. “Everything is locked up for the night, Ms. Summers. I’m heading out. See you tomorrow.”

Joyce smiled. “Goodnight, Jane.”

Jane hesitated in the door, sending a curious look at the large book on the desk, but gave a final smile to Joyce and left.

Joyce sat looking at the empty doorway for a moment, rubbing her bracelet, before shaking herself and standing. Closing the tome, she gathered her purse and locked the office door behind her.

* * * *

Xander strutted as he entered the stream of morning students, smirking and changing direction as he spotted Cordelia and her Cordettes walking down the hall.

They scowled as he approached.

“What?” He smiled back confidently. “Morning, ladies. Some kind of weather we've been having, huh?”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you want? You can't be sniffing around for more jewelry to melt, because all you ever gave me was that Smallmart-looking thing.”

Puzzlement crossed his face for a moment. “Is this love? 'Cause maybe on you it doesn't look that different.”

She huffed. “What are you doing? Are you going, like, stalker-boy on me now?”

He cocked his head, completely confused. “Sorry, my mistake.”

Cordelia eyed him like a dead rat. “Yeah, I should say so.” She watched him walk away before asking her entourage, “What is his deal?”

* * * *

Xander wandered into the library in a daze, jumping at Buffy’s voice.

“Hey Xan-man.”


She smiled. “Not awake yet?”

He shrugged dejectedly.

“Ahh, still bummed about Queen C. It’s her loss.”

He snorted as he dropped into a chair. “Not really the popular theory.”

Buffy smiled sympathetically. “You know what I'd like? Why don't you and I do something together tonight? Just the two of us.”

He perked up. “Really?”

She patted his hand. “Yeah. We can comfort each other over our singleness.”

He grinned a bit. “Well, would lap dancing enter into that scenario at all? 'Cause I find that very comforting.”

She leaned back and smirked. “Play your cards right . . .”

There was a long moment of disbelief. “Okay, uh . . . You do know that I'm Xander, right?”

She shrugged. “I don't know, I just . . . heard that you and Cordy broke up, and I guess I was just surprised how glad I was. It's funny . . . how you can see someone every day but not really see them. You know?”

His mouth opened and closed several times. “Yeah, it's funny. And it's just gettin' funnier. Um . . . ., I’ve got a class. Later.”

Her eyebrows rose in surprise at his turn of speed out of the room.

* * * *

Amy grabbed Xander by the arm as he hurried past in the hallway. “Xander. I don’t think the spell worked out right.”

He nodded, glancing back at the library, worried. “Oh yeah, it bombed.”

She smiled up at him. “Well, we can always try again. I am still pretty new at this.”

He shook his head. “Oh, no, no, no. It's okay. You know what? It was wrong to meddle with the forces of darkness. I see that now. I gotta go.” He tried to pull away, but she held fast.

“Oh, we don't have to cast any spells. We can just... hang out.”

He nodded absently, looking back at the library again. “Sure. Wait, what?”

She bit her lip and looked at him through her eyelashes. “Well, I liked spending time with you. You're so sweet. You know, it's funny how you can . . . . you can see a person every day and. . . .”

He finished for her, “Not really see them.” She smiled again, deepening his sense of dread.

“Exactly. So, anyway, I thought it might . . . .”

Another voice interrupted. “Hi, Xander.” He turned to the new person with a look of relief. “Yup?”

The girl smiled at him. “You're in Mr. Baird's history class, right?” He nodded as Amy frowned at her. “I thought maybe we could study together tonight.”

He opened his mouth but Amy overrode him.

“Do you mind? We were talking.”

Distracted, Amy loosened her grip on Xanders’ arm, letting him pull free.

“Uh, I really gotta go. Right now.”

Both girls stared after him as he fled down the hall.

* * * *

“Adam!! Man, am I glad to see you!”

Adam turned around to face the voice, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “Xander? What on earth is wrong with you?”

Xander glanced through the library door at the empty hallway behind him like he thought he was being followed. “I screwed up. Really, really badly. I mean, I am a dead man.”

Adam gestured for him to sit. “I need you to be a bit more specific.”

Xander grimaced. “I saw Amy doing a spell at school, and I guess I was hurt, so I, um . . . ., I made her put the love whammy on Cordy last night, but it backfired, and now every woman in Sunnydale wants to make me her cuddle monkey, which may sound swell on paper, but . . . .” He winced at the look of fury on Adam’s face.

“I cannot believe that you were fool enough to do something like this!”

He shook his head earnestly. “Oh, no, I'm twice the fool it takes to do something like this.”

Adam sighed and rubbed at his forehead. “Has Amy tried to reverse the spell?”

Xander smiled sickly. “I get around Amy and all she wants to do is talk honeymoon plans.”

Adam crossed his arms. “Do you have any idea how serious this is? People under a love spell, Xander, are deadly. They lose all sense of proportion. And if what you say is true and the entire female population is affected . . . . I'll find Giles and Amy, and see if we can put a stop to this thing. Stay here!”

* * * *

A figure hidden in the shadows watched as Adam ran down the hallway to the teacher’s lounge- away from the library.

* * * *

Adam pushed Amy into a chair and looked the spell set up over. “Fairly basic, obsession type, short duration.” He looked at Giles. “Think you can handle her alone?” He smiled wryly at his old friend. “I suspect my presence might precipitate another disaster, and we already have a large enough one on our hands.”

Giles sighed and nodded. “I’ll manage. Try to keep him alive, yes?”

Adam rolled his eyes. “I’ll do my best, but I’m not a miracle worker.”

* * * *

Xander sat slumped at the table, head on his arms.

“Alone at last.”

He jerked upright, almost falling out of the chair. “Buff, give me a heart attack!”

She smiled. “Oh, I'm gonna give you more than that.”

His eyes widened. “Buff, for the love of God, don't open that raincoat.”

She fake pouted. “Come on! It's a party! Aren't you gonna open your present?”

He stood up and backed toward the stairs. “It's not that I don't want to. Sometimes the remote impossible possibility that you might like me was all that sustained me. But not now. Not like this. This isn't real to you. You're only here because of a spell. I mean, if I thought you had one clue what it would mean to me... But you don't. So I can't.” He stumbled and fell as she slinked into his personal space, but she jerked up short at his last words.

“So you're saying this is all a game?”

He shook his head frantically. “A game? I... No!”

She stepped back, scowling. “You make me feel this way, and then you reject me? What am I, a toy?”

He held up his hands pleadingly. “Buffy, please calm down.”

She glared. “I'll calm down when you explain yourself!”

As he opened his mouth, Jenny’s voice carried through the room. “Get away from him. He's mine.”

Buffy spun to face the threat. “Oh, I don't think so. Xander, tell her.”

His eyes closed as one of his favorite fantasies played out as a nightmare. “He doesn't have to say. I know what his heart wants.”

“Funny, I know what your face wants.”

Eyes still closed, he winced at the thud.

“What is this, Xander, you're two-timing me?”

His eyes popped open at the threat in Buffy’s voice, in time to watch a furious Jenny point at Buffy. “Goddess Hecate, work thy will. Before thee let the unclean thing crawl!”

His mouth dropped as Buffy dwindled into a rat. “Buffy! Oh my god!”

Adam walked through the door and looked at Jenny. “What just happened here?”

Xander pointed at the rat and squeaked out, “Buffy!”

Adam was quick to catch on. “Jenny! Sguthan!”

She ignored him to wrap herself around Xander. “Why is he here?”

Xander rolled his eyes. “Can you focus for a minute? You just turned Buffy into a rat.”

She pouted at him. “Buffy can take care of herself. Why don't we go someplace private?”

Xander glared. “I'm not going anywhere until you change her back.”

She smiled up at him winsomely. “Have you been working out?”

Xander shot a pleading look at Adam.

“Jenny, why don’t you let Xander go so we can turn Buffy back.”

Jenny straightened and glared at Adam. “Who do you think you are?! Our love . . . .”

Adam stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

Jenny pulled away sharply and pointed at him, chanting again.

Adam stepped back and waited.

There was a flash of blue light and a squeak.

Xander blinked down at Jenny rat in disbelief as Adam grabbed her tail. “I’ll put her someplace safe. Xander, you catch Buffy. Now!”

* * * *

Xander crawled on hands and knees toward the rat, talking softly under his breath. “Easy there. Good Buffy. Just . . . .” He was interrupted by a fist. “Ow!”

Oz shook his hand. “That kinda hurt.”

Xander gaped up at him. “Kinda?! What was that for?”

Oz shrugged. “Willow’s been crying on my shoulder since lunch, about you. Now, I don't know exactly what happened, but I was left with a very strong urge to . . . . hit you.”

Xander groaned. “I didn't touch her. I swear. I ran away actually.”

The library door opened. “Xander, what the hell is going on? I mean, who died and made you Elvis? I just got chewed out by Harmony for dumping you!”

Xander accepted Oz’s help up, explaining to him, “Ms. Calendar turned Buffy into a rat. She’s running around here . . . . somewhere. Can you help me look for her?”

“Sure.” Xander took several deep, calming breaths and turned to face a glaring Cordelia.

“Why has everyone gone insane?”

Xander crossed his arms. “Insane? Is it so impossible for you to believe that other women find me attractive?”

Cordy huffed. “The only way you could get girls to want you would be witchcraft.”

He protested, “That is such a . . . . Well, yeah, okay, good point,” and slumped against the counter.

Adam snorted from the doorway. “Since half the female conversations I’ve overheard in the last month focused on his ass, I’d have to disagree.”

Her jaw dropped. “What?!”

Xander looked like Adam had hit him with a two by four.

Adam raised an amused eyebrow. “I thought the point of the new clothes was to make him more attractive?”

Oz cleared his throat. “Guys? Buffy rat?”

Adam pointed under the table and turned back to a speechless Cordelia. “Well?”

Cordelia opened and closed her mouth several times before shrugging. “Maybe. But I didn’t think it would work.”

Xander got down on his knees and crawled toward the table. “None of this would've happened if you hadn't broken up with me. But no, you're so desperate to be popular!”

She glared down at him. “Me? I'm not the one who embraced the black arts just to get the girls to like me. Well, congratulations, it worked!”

He sat back on his heels. “Would've worked fine, except your hide's so thick, not even magic can penetrate it!”

Cordelia looked startled. “You mean the spell was for me?”

Adam rolled his eyes.

Oz glared at the couple and cleared his throat loudly.

Buffy made a break for the door.

* * * *

Giles smiled at Amy in triumph and said the final words of the counter spell.

* * * *


He frowned and glanced around for the source of the voice. “Hi.”

Buffy stood up, hidden behind machinery. “I seem to be having a slight case of nudity here.”

His mouth twitched in a small smile. “But you're not a rat. So call it an upside.”

Adam hurried through the door. “Buffy?”

“Right here. You think maybe you could get me some clothing?”

Adam stripped off his oversized sweater. “Think you can make it to the library in this?”

She smiled weakly. “Sure.”

* * * *

Jenny looked around the car, confused as to where she was and why she was naked.

There was a note next to her on top of her clothes. ‘Magic and Immortals don’t mix. Now you know why.’

* * * *

Cordelia followed Xander into the library, frowning. “I thought you’d be happier, I mean, you did invoke the great Roofie spirit to get me back.”

Xander shrugged, despondent. “Adam and Willow aren’t talking to me. I don’t know what to do. She’ll forgive me after a month or two of groveling, but Adam? He’s been nicer to me than anyone in my life and I really let him down.”

Cordy bumped his shoulder. “We’ll think of something. Promise.”

He smiled at her. “Thanks.”

* * * *

Dru smiled at him and spun in a circle. “Someone’s at the door. He’s here for the party.”

Spike glanced at the door as the knock came. “Come in.”

The door swung open.

“Hello Spike, how’s tricks?”

Spike blinked in shock. “Keres.”
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