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She's the One for Me	By : QueenB Category: > Buffy/Giles Views: 9322 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Never let it be said that the Hellmouth is dull!” Buffy yelled as she swung Olaf’s hammer at the muscular, hairy demon. She’d decided that since she was going to be using the hammer, she might as well take it out for a test drive.
The monster wasn’t particularly tall but it was compact and punching it had been like hitting a granite wall. It let out a perturbing hiss when the hammer connected and she was gratified to see it leave a deep dent in the tough skin. But it seemed to recover; it flailed at her and its claws managed to snag and tear at her jacket before she yanked herself back. “Hey, watch it, fella! Money’s a little tight these days so easy on the clothes!”
“Babble all you want, Slayer!” it hissed. “When the mighty Glorificus has feasted on your brains and left your carcass for the elder demons to pick, we shall all delight in the chaos the shining goddess will leave in her wake!”
“Oh, you’re waiting for that, are you?” Buffy dodged another swing and somersaulted out of reach. “Well, if you’re bound for the Glorylands--” Here she swung the heavy mallet again. It impacted with the demon’s head and it flew off his shoulders. “I hope your ticket is refundable.”
Rubbing the demon blood on the hammer onto the ground, she contemplated the corpse with a sigh. She didn’t have a shovel to bury the thing. “Guess it’s flaming barbecue for this one.” She groped in her jacket for matches and set the body and the decapitated head on fire. Fortunately, the carcass seemed willing to burn. “Yep. Crispy critter it is. Just another night on the Hellmouth.”
Dusting her hands off, she decided to swing around to Giles’s house. She’d been nasty to him and hadn’t been fair. He only wanted to help. But that scene with him and the robot plus his suggestion to try a magical whammy on her sister had rubbed her the wrong way and she’d been unwilling to give him the benefit of the doubt.
He was her Watcher, she mused. He’d looked after her for almost five years, had risked his life, gotten knocked out countless times (far more than any other Watcher, she was certain) and endured torture at the hands of Angelus. He had been fired by the Watchers Council for breaking one of their rules and put up all her tantrums, scenes and acts of defiance. He’d definitely gone above and beyond as her mentor and friend. Could it be true what Anya had said, what the Buffybot had bluntly stated? Giles had feelings for her--and not just the normal Slayer/Watcher bond.
Suddenly she couldn’t stand not knowing any longer. She was going to confront Giles tonight before things had time to get worse between them. Hopefully, he’d be alone without any unwanted company.
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Giles was careful to lock his front door this time. Of course, given Spike’s abilities to pick locks and that damned robot’s ability to show up where it wasn’t wanted, he wasn’t certain a locked door would act as a deterrent.
He set down the cup of tea and pinched the bridge of his nose wearily. He’d been poring over his books and papers since he’d come back from the Magic Box. In spite of his private opinion that removing the Key from Dawn was the best approach to the Glory dilemma, he was trying to find another way. Unfortunately, the books had nothing to offer that he hadn’t seen already.
The knock at the door didn’t immediately register. When it came a second time, he put on his glasses and peered at the clock. “One twenty a.m. Goodness, hadn’t realized it was so late. Who could that be?” He opened the door to see his Slayer standing on the doorstep. “Buffy?” He peered at her hard. “It is you, isn’t it?”
“In the flesh.” She smiled wanly at him and frowned when he didn’t seem inclined to leave the doorstep.
“Well, uh, how do I know that it’s you?” he asked cautiously.
She hefted the hammer. “Think the Buffybot could get her hands on Olaf’s nifty tool? She’d have to go through Anya to do it.” She paused for a second. “You know, that sounds kinda naughty when I think about it.”
Giles let out a chuckle as he opened the door wider. That sounded like his Buffy. The robot had definitely shown no signs of possessing her trademark sense of humor. Warren mustn’t have known Buffy very well when he created the thing.
Buffy stepped indoors as Giles returned to his books. She looked at the paperwork piled everywhere. “Wow, someone’s been burning the midnight oil at both ends. Is this about Glory?”
“Yes. After I left the Magic Box, I decided to try looking for a way I could contribute to, to, this situation that didn’t involve harming your sister.”
When he paused, she murmured, “I’m guessing by that expression the book learning came up short.”
He replied, “You guess correctly. I’m afraid this will have to be a battle royale. I can’t say I’m looking forward to it.”
“Neither am I.” She leaned the hammer against an adjacent wall and walked to the couch and sat down. She took a deep breath. “Giles, I want to talk to you…about what happened here last night.”
He said nothing, merely walked to his desk and picked up his tepid cup of tea. She shot a glance at his face and noted how neutral he looked. He wasn’t giving anything away. “Um, I was totally harsh to you and I’m sorry.”
“Indeed,” he muttered. “Why should you be sorry? According to you, I’m the one at fault.”
She flushed slightly. “Okay, I deserved that. Though you have to admit it looked pretty bad.”
“Yes, I suppose it did. Still, I would have thought after four years as your Watcher and your friend, I deserved some trust from you.”
“No argument from this Slayer. In fact, I talked it over with the guys after you left. We all agreed you were set up and we have a pretty good idea who the setting up guy is.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Really? I thought it was Warren.”
“Warren’s only the stooge. We think the would-be mastermind is Spike.”
“Spike? Why on earth would Spike send a robot like you to be with me? I would think he’d want the thing for himself,” Giles exclaimed.
“Yeah, that’s a possibility. But maybe he got tired of a do-me doll like Warren did and decided to make one last play for the genuine dealie. So he sends her to you and makes sure I see it.”
“He makes sure--? You mean he was with you last night when you came here?” Giles’s face flamed as he thought that Spike might have been nearby listening as he engaged in a fight with Buffy and that stupid bot.
“Uh huh. He played me like he did when he dragged me to see Riley being a Snackwell cake for a bunch of vampettes and I fell for it again. Boy, am I dumb,” she added morosely.
“Buffy, you’re not dumb. You managed to uncover his dastardly plan which is more than I did.”
“Not without a little help from my friends. They’re the ones who figured out Spike’s deal. We just don’t have proof. Without getting him and that robot together, all we’ve got is one nifty theory…”
“…That meets all the facts,” Giles finished. “As Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote, when you have discarded the impossible whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”
“He the guy who wrote all those Sherlock Holmes mysteries?”
He was pleasantly surprised she knew the author. “You’ve read them?”
“Nah. But I know the name.” She shifted her feet and seemed to withdraw into silence.
He could see she was nervous and wondered what else was on her mind.
“Was there something else troubling you, Buffy?”
“No-o, not bothering me. Well, kinda. Maybe.” She gulped and then blurted out, “It was what the bot said. W-were you really dreaming about me and having a… I mean, was it like a sex dream? Anya seems to think--” She bit her lip and couldn’t continue.
Giles was as nervous all of a sudden. “Anya? What does she have to do with it? What does she think?”
“She thinks…well, she said…she seems to have this nutty idea that you have feelings for me. Non-Watcher type of feelings. Like what the bot was saying last night.” She stopped and snuck a peek at his face.
“Did she?” Giles was appalled. Had his emotions been that transparent? Did the others know about them? “S-she said that tonight? W-who else heard?”
“Uh, pretty much the whole gang, Giles. You know Anya.”
“I see.” He couldn’t say more than that. Buffy was waiting for an answer but he was terrified at laying his heart on the line. It wasn’t simple lust he felt for Buffy and he was certain that would have the main emphasis in Anya’s analysis. It was also passionate, tender love. But how could he tell her that when she’d made it abundantly clear she felt nothing of the same for him?
“Giles? Is it true? What she, they, said? Do you really feel that way about me?” Buffy breathed.
He stood up wearily from the couch. “Buffy, it’s extremely late. Now is not the time to be discussing such things especially with your sister’s life in peril. Last night’s shenanigans were ludicrous and awkward but they have no bearing on the current predicament in which we find ourselves. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to, to, put them out of our minds.”
He was ducking her. But he hadn’t denied what the bot had said. Pressing him, she asked, “Giles, Spike did this to force a huge wedge between us. If we don’t sort out what’s going on, he’ll be able to do it whenever he likes. I don’t want that to happen. I don’t want to feel there’s this huge thing between us.” She realized the double entendre and blushed furiously. “Uh, that is, I’m talking about a different kind of thing.”
He groped blindly for his tea and took a big gulp, his back turned to her. He had gotten the sexual reference, too, and had to resist the urge to burst out laughing. He suspected this was not the moment for levity and turned to face her again. “Buffy, please.”
She stood up and laid a hand lightly on his arm. “Giles, I just want to know.”
He stared into her face for endless moments. Then in a voice so low she had to strain to hear it, he whispered, “Why is it so important to you?”
She struggled for words. She had never been the one gifted in laying her thoughts out clearly. That was his shtick. It was one of the many things he did well that she admired him for and she wondered if he knew how much she saw and appreciated that in him. Deciding on a roundabout way of admitting her feelings, she said, “Maybe you’re not the only one getting those kinds of dreams.”
The air in the room seemed to vibrate with the tension. But it was a delightful tension, full of promise and desire and laden with fear of hurt. Her fingers traveled along his arm and brushed against his fingers. She felt the minute trembling in them and removed the teacup before he could drop it.
“Have you…been getting those dreams?” he murmured. She nodded. “For how long?”
“I think…well, I’m not sure. I know I finally understood when I saw you with Olivia.”
His brows wrinkled. “But you and Riley… I thought you loved him.”
She wound her fingers in his, letting her thumb stroke the back of his hand. “Nuh uh. Never. I never loved him. I was pissed as hell when I saw you with her and you basically told me to get lost and handle my own problems. Well, if you didn’t want me, I’d go to somebody else who did. Riley was there and I chose him. Childish maybe but there it is.”
“But when he left…?” he probed.
“Yeah. I chased him away. I didn’t mean to but he wasn’t the one I wanted and he knew it. He just thought I was all about strength and vampire obsession. He so didn’t get it.” She shook her head over the memory of Agent Finn getting the juice sucked out of him by vamp hookers.
“I didn’t get it either. When he took off, I figured ‘Buffy Summers strikes out again with men.’ Why bother with anybody else? I didn’t want to get involved with you if it meant you’d leave in the end, too. You…you were the one guy I couldn’t bear to lose. I figured I wasn’t your type anyway,” she added.
“Not my type?” She was thinking of Olivia again and he chuckled. “You know, it’s like Anya said. Olivia is an old friend. An…orgasm friend. It’s not about a type so much as an arrangement and a long-term mutual understanding. Neither of us try to make more of our relationship than an opportunity to get together and enjoy each other’s company.”
“So…you don’t love her?” Buffy had bent her head and seemed extraordinarily interested in examining his hand that she had clasped between both of her tiny ones.
“No. How could I when I’ve been in love with you for years?”
She raised her head and he thought he saw a strange glimmer in their depths. “R-really?”
“Really. I’ve seen you grow from a stubborn, impetuous child into a radiant, thoughtful, concerned, powerful woman with a great heart. You bear the weight of the whole world’s salvation on your shoulders and you do it with such strength and grace you take my breath away.”
Buffy blinked to combat the blurriness of her vision. She couldn’t think of a single thing to add that wouldn’t sound incredibly syrupy. So she did the next best thing. She reached up and wound her small arms around Giles’s neck and brought it down to hers.
Giles closed his eyes as their lips met. How often had he dreamed of this sweet moment and now it was actually happening. Her lips clung and sucked at his as if trying to draw him in. Without conscious thought, his arms grasped her tiny form and drew her close so every inch of her front was pressed against his.
A low moan thrilled against his lips and Giles clutched her more tightly. Somehow they made their way to the couch and sat down side by side. She ran her hands through his short hairs, relishing the crisp crackle against her fingers. Mmm, his hair felt nice without that stiff, sticky hair gel Angel was always putting in his. Her hands drifted down to clutch and rub at his shoulders.
The soft kiss had become ardent, their mouths pulling away to kiss cheeks, nose and eyelids in turn. Her mouth opened and the succulent tongue reached out to stroke and press at his lips. They were turning towards each other, her body curving into his, when there was a violent knocking on the door.
Buffy and Giles started apart for all the world like guilty teenagers caught making out in their parents’ bedroom. “Goodness,” Giles huffed. “Who could that be at this time of the morning?”
He pulled open the door and then abruptly tried to close it again. He was thwarted by a strong arm that pushed him aside and the Buffybot came striding into the room. She threw herself at Giles and cried, “Giles, you have to help me! They’ve captured Spike!”
He struggled out of her clinging embrace. “Oh god, not again--” Then he paused as her w san sank in. “Spike’s been captured? By whom?”
“I don’t know!” she wailed. “We were having sex and then there was a knocking on the crypt door and he told me to go hide and I did then I heard noises from someone about how he shouldn’t struggle because Glory didn’t want the Key harmed and then I heard him yelling and then finally it was quiet. I didn’t want to stay down there but he told me to and then I missed him and came looking for him only he was gone and I don’t know what to do!” Her face crumpled up and she began making sniffling noises.
“Oh, I don’t believe it!” Giles said, his breath rushing out of him in exasperation. “Why didn’t you try to help him?”
“He told me to stay put and I always do what Spike tells me,” she pointed out. “Only I missed him and when I miss him I’m always supposed to return to him. That’s just the way I’m wired.”
“I see. And does this making like a Frisbee program come with a sort of tracking device?” Buffy asked, struggling to right her clothes.
“No. I usually know where he is. But I don’t know now. That’s why I came to you, Giles. You’re so smart. I’m sure you’ll be able to figure out where Spike is,” she beamed.
Giles snorted. “Thank you. But I see no reason why I should go and put my life in danger for Spike. I’m perfectly willing to let Glory bleed him until she realizes he isn’t the Key and stakes him.”
“Or she may torture him into telling who the real Key is,” Buffy pointed out. She jumped up from the couch and said to Giles, “You call the others and tell them the Glory plan is on. We can meet them at Glory’s place.”
Giles sagged back into an armchair. “No, Buffy. You should go and take that with you.” He gestured at the Buffybot standing impatiently at the door.
Buffy was confused at his refusal. “What? Why?”
He removed his glasses and began polishing them. “It occurs to me that you need to move quickly. I fear that I wouldn’t be at all useful in that arena. Plus you will have able fighters on your team. Besides, someone should stay behind and protect Dawn, don’t you think?”
“Protect her from what? The hobbits think the chipped one’s the Key, remember?”
“And if he betrays Dawn’s secret?” Giles said gently. “Who will help her to escape?”
“Right. I shoulda thought of that. Okay, round up the troops. Drive me to my house. I’ll get mom’s car and the rest of us will tackle Glory.”
Giles nodded. Unseen by either Buffy, he tucked a small piece of paper in his pocket and scooped up his bag. While Buffy and her friends were fighting on their front, he had his own plan to initiate.
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Spike hadn’t experienced pain like this in almost a century. When Angelus got in one of his moods, he’d torture Spike for some infraction of the rules. But that had been ages ago before the ponce had gotten a soul. After that, Spike had been the big bad and cock of the walk wherever he went and other demons soon learned not to mess with him. That was until he fell into the hands of a sadistic, out-of-her-mind goddess.
His chest hurt and he was pretty sure along with the cuts, bruises and deeply penetrating wounds that a couple of ribs were broken. If he’d needed to breathe, it would only have added to the agony. As it was, trying to walk with the edges grating along inside of him was trial enough.
He’d managed to enrage the hellbint enough to trick her into kicking him through a wall. Bloody hell, even the Slayer didn’t have that kind of strength and he briefly feared for the blonde warrior if Glory should ever get her in a tight corner. But right now he was too concerned with saving his own skin to care about Buffy one way or the other.
The elevator took him downstairs but he’d barely stood up when Glory’s diseased looking minions appeared on the stairs. “You do not insult Glory by escaping!” one of them yelled.
That was it. He didn’t have the strength to make it to the door. He was well and truly buggered. Just as the creatures scampered down the stairs, Buffy and the rest of her crew came charging through the doors.
He had to hand it to them. Xander managed a few passable swipes with an axe before the superior strength and numbers of the robed creatures bore him down. Buffy was magnificent as always but--damn, he must have been injured worse than he thought. He was seeing double because he could have sworn he was looking at two of them. The mystery was solved when one of them went crashing into a wall and slid down, sparks and electricity flying from the impact.
However, even without the bot, the tide seemed to be turning in the Slayer’s favor. Then a cool voice came from the upper steps. “Can’t you people do anything right? How long does it take to retrieve one damaged vampire anyway?”
The minions still standing and Buffy’s Scooby friends froze as Glory came down. She’d taken the time to change into a russet, clingy gown and surveyed the people downstairs coolly. She saw Buffy and her smile widened. “Well, if it isn’t the Slayer. I told you…if you didn’t give me my Key somebody you loved dies bloody and that I’d make you watch.” She ran in a blur of movement to Spike and grabbed him by the hair. “Guess today is the day. Give me the Key or I kill your boyfriend.”
Buffy rolled her eyes in annoyance. “He’s not my boyfriend, so kill him. See if I care.” Actually she was wondering why she did care. Now that she thought about it, it seemed dangerous and stupid to risk her friends’s lives to save Spike. Why were they doing it?
An equally soft voice came from the doorway. “I believe this is the object you’re looking for, miss.”
Everybody turned as one to see Giles. He was holding up a small globe that glowed with a shining green light. Glory’s eyes lit up as brightly as the shining sphere and she dropped Spike like a sack of potatoes. “Oooh, gimme gimme.”
“If you insist.” Holding the globe firmly he pointed it at her. Instinctively the others shrank out of the way as he began to chant.
The green light grew incandescent and a sharp shaft of light streamed out towards the hellgod. Her expression grew puzzled, then annoyed. “Wait just one gosh darned--”
Her sentence was never finished. The air around her rippled and then her body bent as if being folded into origami. The next moment, her figure shrank in mid-air and she disappeared. There was a tiny “pop!” where she’d been and then oppressive silence.
One of her minions, Jinx, approached the spot where his Glorificus had stood. “W-what did you do?”
“Glory wished to return to her dimension. Since the Key opened the portals to said dimensions, I simply obliged her.”
“Y-you sent Glorificus back?” another minion queried.
“Yes.” He held up the globe towards them. “Would you like to accompany her?” he asked silkily.
They threw up their hands. “No! W-we are not from the Beast’s dimension. It would not be suitable for such lowly creatures as we. W-we are content to know that Glorificus’s journey has been fulfilled.” They looked at each other and then ran through the doors to the outside.
Xander picked himself up. “Shouldn’t we be hunting those things down? I so do not want to be picking hellgod minions out of my hair two months from now.”
Giles shook his head. “No. I believe without Glory’s guidance they are merely harmless.”
“Or just mostly harmless,” Xander quipped.
Buffy gestured at the globe in Giles’s hands. “I take it that’s the thing everybody’s been searching for?”
“Correct. This is the Key.”
“Cool!” Buffy exclaimed. She tilted her head to the side as she considered the object. “Where did you find it?”
“Curiously enough, in your old storage room, Buffy. My books indicated that the monks would send it to you and I followed a hunch. Fortunately, the books also contained various translocation spells. Glory may not be in her home exactly but without the Key she has no chance of escaping whatever realm I sent her to.”
Tara stammered, “Y-you don’t know where you s-sent her?”
He shrugged. “I haven’t the foggiest notion.”
“Perhaps she got sent to the land without shrimp,” Willow grinned.
“Now that we’ve got all the blather out of the way, could somebody please tend to the injured vampire?” Spike groaned.
Buffy glanced down at him and scowled. Some days she felt Spike was more trouble than he was worth. “Fine. Xander, can you take him in your car to his crypt?”
Xander grinned. “Can do!” He hoisted Spike up none too gently and closed his ears to the vampire’s groaning protests at his rough treatment.
“What do we do about that?” Anya asked, pointing to the Buffybot.
Willow exclaimed, “Oh, maybe I can fix her. She was fighting really well up until she went dodge ball with that wall.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Buffy said just before cracking a huge yawn. “Let’s head back to the casas. I’m gonna have to do some serious sleep time before heading in to class tomorrow.”
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It took awhile for the vampire to regain any kind of vigor. That Glory bitch had worked him over good and proper and he had been forced to rely on the Scoobies bringing him bags of pigs’ blood for almost a week now before he could rebuild his strength. He was unhappy and irritated to see that the Slayer never once visited him. Finally, he shoved aside his pride enough to ask Willow. “Hey, Red. How’s the Slayer? She doing all right?”
Willow turned a guileless gaze on him. She knew what Spike wanted to know and she’d been well briefed. “Oh, you know. Slaying, homework, housework. The usual.”
“So she’s holding up all right since her mum died then?”
“She’s doing fine. Sometimes she wishes she hadn’t been an only child so she’d have somebody in that house to talk to. But she’s got us and we keep her from being too lonely. We’re her friends, you know.”
Buffy was an only child? There was something odd about that statement. The next moment, the sense of weirdness vanished and he put it out of his mind. “What about my robot then? Thought you were going to fix it.”
“I did. A few of her wires got fried extra crispy. It was an easy fix. She should have come back the first night.” She frowned and looked around the crypt. “Isn’t she here?”
“What? No. Haven’t seen her since the dustup at Glory’s place.” He drank his pigs’ blood, grimacing at the awful taste. What he wouldn’t give for the savor of warm human blood--preferably straight from a nice warm human.
She shrugged. “Meh. I don’t know where she is then. After all, she’s your toy. You don’t have any idea where she would go if she didn’t come here?”
Spike paused with his mug half-raised to his lips. The lip of the cup hid the sudden mischievous light that came to his eye. Then he lowered the mug and licked his lips free of the red fluid coating them. “Haven’t a clue, pet.”
She looked him over critically. “You look better, Spike. Not so much of the ‘death run over by a Mack truck’ as more in the ‘death warmed over’ category. Guess that would be an improvement for a vampire. So I guess we can upgrade you from ‘critical’ to ‘mending.’”
“That’s right, pet. Should be up and about in a day or so,” Spike lied. Actually he was fairly sure he could get around tonight. But there was no need to let Red know that. He didn’t want the others to know he was capable of walking around just yet. It might give him an advantage not having them know he was back to lurking around the Slayer just yet.
Willow nodded and left the crypt. Spike may have thought she was a gullible idiot. But she’d done a lot of growing since he’d tried biting out her throat. She wasn’t sure if he still needed to mend or whether it was just an act. With a creature like him, it was best to be on your toes.
When she walked into the Magic Box, she saw Anya busily tending to a customer and yammering on about the benefits of wormwood. The stuff stank to high heaven; Anya had been trying to unload it for ages with very little luck. Only people who actually needed the stuff right away would buy it and then only in small quantities.
Shaking her head, Willow proceeded to the training room in the back of the Magic Box. Buffy was going a few training rounds with Giles. Watching them as they circled, sparred, laughed and joked, she realized it was obvious how they felt for each other and wondered why she’d never realized it before.
Maybe ‘cause they didn’t realize it before. Chalk one up for the ex-Vengeance demon. Buffy spotted her out of the corner of her eye but didn’t allow the wiccan’s presence to distract her. She dropped to the ground and swept Giles’s feet out from under him. He fell to the ground and would have swiftly rolled to his feet if she hadn’t immediately pinned him.
“Very good, Buffy,” he gasped out and reached up to embrace her. Not having noticed Willow, he pulled her in for a thorough kiss. Only the loud throat clearing from the redheaded girl drew his attention. “Ah, Willow,” he said, a trifle flustered. “Did you make the daily blood run to that meddlesome prat?”
“If you mean Spike, then yeah. He says he’ll be up and around in a couple of days. Frankly, I think he’s faking it.”
Buffy’s eyebrows shot up. “You think he’s still all weak in the knees and just acting macho?”
“No, just the opposite. I think he can get around now. He’s just pretending so we won’t know he’s roaming the countryside.”
Buffy’s eyes narrowed as she considered her options. Then a slow spread across her face. There was a hint of naughtiness and malice as she purred to Giles, “Rupert, I’ve got an idea. Willow, do you still have the Buffybot’s clothes?”
“Uh, sure. Having a naked doll around--haven’t done that since Xander stole my Barbie.” Willow was puzzled. Where was Buffy going with this?”
“I’d like to borrow them for a few days. I think we need to teach Mr. Plays-With-Dolls not to mess with a Slayer and her Watcher.” She then outlined her plan and had Giles and Willow applauding as they plotted revenge on one William the Bloody.

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