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One Clear Shot	By : QueenB Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Angel(us)/Buffy > Angel(us)/Buffy Views: 11736 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Giles sorted through his recollection of events at which he hadn’t been present. “Xander says when he was attacked by a date who turned out to be a demon…”
Buffy couldn’t help it. She let out a whoop of laughter and shouted, “ANOTHER DEMON? Tell me he didn’t know!”
Although he attempted to be stern, she could tell by the glint in his eye that he was almost as equally amused as she. “He was ignorant of her demonic status but quite vocal about his poor luck with women when he returned with a stab wound in his torso.”
This news sobered Buffy instantly. “He’d been stabbed? Where was I when this happened?”
“You were on a dinner engagement with Principal Wood.”
An exaggerated shudder of distaste greeted that statement. “I’m dating a principal? Are you sure I’m not still crazy, Giles?”
“This principal is rather special…and, I assure you, no Snyder.”
“Thank goodness. So about Xander and his demon date--what happened there?”
“Your evening was interrupted by news of Xander’s situation. Spike fetched you and the principal and, according to Xander, Spike leapt right into the fray. He was, however, injured fighting the creature. It was you who delivered the final blow.”
“Spike was helping? Well, hurrah for him, I guess,” Buffy conceded grudgingly.
“But Xander vividly recalls that while he was lying on the ground, possibly bleeding to death, you spared him barely a glance. You were too busy worrying over the nature of Spike’s wounds.”
“I-I was? Maybe Xander was delirious. I wouldn’t put the Billy Idol poser over one of my oldest, bestest friends. I mean, why would I even bother? Spike’s a vampire. Any boo-boo he got would heal up like that.” Buffy snapped her fingers in illustration.
Giles didn’t comment on her denial. He had more grim news in store. “Willow became the victim of a hex cast by her former friend and wiccan-in-training Amy.”
“Amy? As in Amy the rat? That Amy? How’d she do that? She hit Willow with a magic cheese pellet?”
“I must have left that out in my earlier summation. One of Willow’s less spectacular feats of magic last year involved her breaking Amy’s spell.”
“Go Willow. Wait, if she made Amy human again, why’d she go all Carrie on Willow?”
“Evidently Amy harbored a great deal of resentment for Willow’s exceptional wiccan abilities and the fact that she was welcomed back into the fold so easily after she attempted to destroy the world. So she cast a hex on Willow that made her believe she was Warren. Her identification with him became so complete she nearly re-enacted the moment when he tried to kill you.”
“Warren.” Buffy mulled over that part of the story. Warren, geek extraordinaire, who wanted to become a supervillain but could only manage to be a rather ordinary criminal--with a handgun. Poor Willow. She lost the woman she loved. I guess I’m lucky. I kept all my friends. And even if I don’t have Angel at least he’s still alive…undead. Whatever.
“So Amy hexed Willow. Did Willow manage to break it?”
“Her girlfriend Kennedy--one of the potentials--did. It’s remarkable the devotion she’s developed for Willow in the fairly short time she’s known her. She’s well on her way to becoming a friend as well as a lover.”
“A friend? Yeah, that’s great. It sounds like Willow could use more friends.” Buffy wasn’t sure how she felt about this. She was glad Willow had found somebody new to heal her broken heart although the replacement seemed rather sudden in light of this Tara’s all-too-recent death. But wasn’t she supposed to be Willow’s bestest bud and girlfriend? “Once again, where was I while all this was going down?”
“You were getting Spike’s chip removed.” He replied coldly, making no attempt to hide his disapproval or displeasure.
“Yikes. Why was I doing that, exactly? And how could I do that? Did Xander remove the top of his head with a chainsaw?”
“The chip was giving him severe headaches. You went to the Initiative’s underground bunker and they showed up and removed it--at your request. That’s where you were when Willow was suffering from Amy’s curse.”
“Oh.” This was insane. How could she have changed so much? She cared more about the vampire that had made it his business to kill her from the first night he arrived in Sunnydale than her best friends. Just what was wrong with her, anyway? Could dying the second time have changed her that much? “Is that it? I’m throwing Willow and Xander on the scrap heap for He-Who-Runs-with-Hair-Dye?”
“I’m afraid I’ve also come under your censure for my behavior towards Spike. He wasn’t only suffering from chip-induced migraines. The First had used a trigger to get Spike to kill without his being aware of it. He murdered at least twelve human beings that we’re aware of…after he got his soul.”
“Now that is just so wrong, Giles. He’s running around killing humans and I’m doing, what, knitting? I’m the Slayer! Did I forget my job description? I don’t care how good Spike was in the sack; I should have staked him for that!”
“Buffy, you explained that Spike wasn’t in control of his actions. You were apparently willing to forgive him all his past crimes merely because he has a soul. You were trying to give him the chance to be good.” Giles realized that he was defending Spike’s actions. But he didn’t want Buffy to blame herself for her good intentions.
“It sounds like the same deal I had with Angel. Maybe I was doing a little transferry thing of my own,” Buffy muttered.
Her former Watcher silently agreed. He believed many of Buffy’s current actions stemmed from her desire to reform Spike in a way she had failed to do with Angel. Her vampire ex-boyfriend had left her with many unresolved issues she now had a chance of wrapping up with Spike. However, he’d known she’d be too stubborn to see it that way.
Shelving the topic for the moment, he continued with his list of grievances. “When we tried to deactivate Spike’s trigger, he went berserk and hurled his cot at Dawn.”
“Dawn? What was she doing there?”
“She doesn’t trust Spike very much since his behavior towards you last year.” Actually, Dawn’s antagonism towards Spike was more than a little puzzling. He sensed more than ordinary anger was involved and wondered if something had occurred that he hadn’t been made privy to as the others had.
“You mean she doesn’t trust me around him.” Giles didn’t reply but he didn’t need to; Buffy could see the truth in his face. “Does everybody think I’m going to go back to being Spike’s Slayer ho? I really did dive off the deep end of the sanity pool, didn’t I?”
Giles chose not to answer that self-condemnation. “While Willow was tending to the gash Spike opened in Dawn’s head, you released him from his chains and allowed him the run of the house. Needless to say, no one else was happy with your decision--especially Principal Wood.”
“Huh? What does the principal have to do with it? I have one date with him and he becomes an honorary member of the Scooby gang?”
“Wood became personally involved because Spike is the vampire who killed his mother.”
Buffy sucked in her breath as she stared at Giles. The Englishman had mentioned this as casually as if he was talking about the weather but the ice in his green eyes belied his mild tone. “Spike killed this guy’s mother? Did I know this?”
“I think not. You were blindly intent on protecting him no matter what. You wouldn’t have let Wood near him if you’d been aware of the true nature of his interest in Spike.”
“So I’m leaving Dawn to suffer major head trauma while unleashing the Big Bad in my home. God, could things get any worse?”
“They did.”
She sighed. “Do I even want to hear it?”
“You must. After you and Spike left, Wood and I had a private conference. We strongly believed Spike presented an active danger. I understood Wood had a personal vendetta against Spike but that made no difference. I thought the vampire’s presence put your friends and the other girls in jeopardy--so I agreed to distract you while Wood killed Spike.”
When he stopped speaking, she eyed him and then became impatient at his silence. “Don’t leave me hanging here, Watcher mine. I’m betting there was no happy ending to this fairytale. Care to let me in on it?”
“Wood failed even though the trigger was still active, just as I feared. You realized that I was providing a diversion and took off. Spike managed to withstand Wood’s attack though not without cost.”
“Spike killed him?”
Giles was reluctant to concede to any goodness in Spike’s nature, soul or no. But Buffy wanted the entire story and he would oblige her to the best of his ability. “No. I will admit that he restrained himself from going that far. But he beat the man up quite badly and threatened to kill him if he ever crossed Spike again. I believe ‘If he even so much as looks at me funny, I’ll kill him,’ were his exact words.”
“W-what did I do when I found out?” She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Giles had been growing more and more distant in his recital--a distance she realized had been there since she first came through the front door. Had she somehow turned from her Watcher, too, because of Spike?
“You were angry with me. You felt that I’d betrayed you by going behind your back. You’ve been hostile towards me ever since then. You said that I had nothing more to teach you.”
“I said that? Giles, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe that dying and sleeping with Spike turned me into such a bitch!”
A chuckle erupted from Giles before he could stop it. “Actually, some would say that state of affairs existed before you ever died the second time.”
She stared at him, her mouth agape. “You thought I was…oh. You’re thinking about Angel, aren’t you?”
“Well, you were always less than rational in your judgments regarding him. And there may have been one or two other instances as well.”
She turned red in the face as she recalled those other instances: running away from home, her welcome back home party, hiding Angel’s return from the others. It was miracle Giles hadn’t left her before all this.
Buffy was finding the floor fascinating as she tried to sound out the Englishman’s feelings. “I haven’t been the world’s best Slayer, have I?”
“I’ve told you already. You are the best Slayer any Watcher could hope for. You have never disappointed me.”
“Until now. Face it, Giles. We’re in the fight of our lives here and all I’m thinking about is reforming bad Brit boys who go ‘chomp’ in the night.”

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