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Prompt: The Night Ghoul of the Wonderworld (comedy)
Title: The Crystal Ball Is Not Your Friend, pt 3
Creator: the_moonmoth
Rating: G
Setting: B2, shortly after School Hard
Summary/Prompt: The Night Ghoul of the Wonderworld (comedy) - part 1, part 2
They ended up at Wonderworld, which was just the positive-nostalgia trip Willow needed, even if, to her, it had always sounded like a) a kids' party venue or b) a lingerie shop. They did damn fine peanut butter sundaes and that was the important thing, though.
On their way, Buffy started peppering her with questions about her future life, and Willow did her best to be circumspect, but she'd never been a good liar and she suspected she was giving away more than she intended.
"So," Buffy said as they came onto the main drag, the ice cream parlor's neon lights visible a block or so down. "This Bernie, is he your partner?"
"Umm," Willow stuttered, trying to figure out when she'd let that name slip.
"Oh my god, he is," Buffy said, grinning widely. "Are you guys living in sin or was there a wedding? Ooh, did I get to be a bridesmaid?"
"Umm," Willow repeated, trying desperately to keep the cherry red that was the curse of her complexion off her already-guilty-looking face. "You did get to be a bridesmaid, yeah. You were my maid of honor."
Buffy smiled and nodded, as though it was no more than she had expected, and Willow felt a sudden pang for their friendship, because it hadn't been a straightforward decision at the time, however much they'd patched things up in the intervening years.
"Am I excited about being an aunt?" she asked next, which was another loaded question, because Dawn had had that scare last year and Buffy most decidedly had not been excited, but of course Dawn didn't even exist yet.
"Well," she said carefully, trying to figure out how much she could say with causing permanent damage, either to the timeline or Buffy's psyche. "It's not such a big deal for you, since you have two kids of your own."
The silence seemed to last an age and Willow found herself wiping her palms on her pant legs over and over, a nervous gesture she hadn't done in years.
"I guess... I guess it's good to know that I'm going to live that long," she said, starting out hesitant but gaining strength as she went on. "I mean, how many other Slayers get to live long enough to start families?"
Good old Buff, Willow thought, filled with relief -- there she went, resolutely not thinking about the awkward truth that Willow had let slip when she'd first arrived. Cause if you refused to think about it, there was no possible way it could come back to bite you on the-
She should've guessed that train of thought could only lead to one outcome.
Just as they got to the door of the ice cream parlor a man blocked their way, coming back out. All three of them froze in shock as recognition set in.
"Slayer!" Spike hissed, hastily stuffing something into the voluminous pocket of his duster as Willow and Buffy stepped back in almost perfect unison.
"Spike!" Buffy spat back, fumbling for her stake.
"Hey, Spike," Willow squeaked, waggling her fingers at him in sheer panic. She didn't remember this confrontation from the original time line. What if Buffy staked him? What if-?
Spike was staring at her intensely, head cocked to one side. "You reek of magic," he said thoughtfully. And then he ran for it.
Chapter 4
Creator: the_moonmoth
Rating: G
Setting: B2, shortly after School Hard
Summary/Prompt: The Night Ghoul of the Wonderworld (comedy) - part 1, part 2
They ended up at Wonderworld, which was just the positive-nostalgia trip Willow needed, even if, to her, it had always sounded like a) a kids' party venue or b) a lingerie shop. They did damn fine peanut butter sundaes and that was the important thing, though.
On their way, Buffy started peppering her with questions about her future life, and Willow did her best to be circumspect, but she'd never been a good liar and she suspected she was giving away more than she intended.
"So," Buffy said as they came onto the main drag, the ice cream parlor's neon lights visible a block or so down. "This Bernie, is he your partner?"
"Umm," Willow stuttered, trying to figure out when she'd let that name slip.
"Oh my god, he is," Buffy said, grinning widely. "Are you guys living in sin or was there a wedding? Ooh, did I get to be a bridesmaid?"
"Umm," Willow repeated, trying desperately to keep the cherry red that was the curse of her complexion off her already-guilty-looking face. "You did get to be a bridesmaid, yeah. You were my maid of honor."
Buffy smiled and nodded, as though it was no more than she had expected, and Willow felt a sudden pang for their friendship, because it hadn't been a straightforward decision at the time, however much they'd patched things up in the intervening years.
"Am I excited about being an aunt?" she asked next, which was another loaded question, because Dawn had had that scare last year and Buffy most decidedly had not been excited, but of course Dawn didn't even exist yet.
"Well," she said carefully, trying to figure out how much she could say with causing permanent damage, either to the timeline or Buffy's psyche. "It's not such a big deal for you, since you have two kids of your own."
The silence seemed to last an age and Willow found herself wiping her palms on her pant legs over and over, a nervous gesture she hadn't done in years.
"I guess... I guess it's good to know that I'm going to live that long," she said, starting out hesitant but gaining strength as she went on. "I mean, how many other Slayers get to live long enough to start families?"
Good old Buff, Willow thought, filled with relief -- there she went, resolutely not thinking about the awkward truth that Willow had let slip when she'd first arrived. Cause if you refused to think about it, there was no possible way it could come back to bite you on the-
She should've guessed that train of thought could only lead to one outcome.
Just as they got to the door of the ice cream parlor a man blocked their way, coming back out. All three of them froze in shock as recognition set in.
"Slayer!" Spike hissed, hastily stuffing something into the voluminous pocket of his duster as Willow and Buffy stepped back in almost perfect unison.
"Spike!" Buffy spat back, fumbling for her stake.
"Hey, Spike," Willow squeaked, waggling her fingers at him in sheer panic. She didn't remember this confrontation from the original time line. What if Buffy staked him? What if-?
Spike was staring at her intensely, head cocked to one side. "You reek of magic," he said thoughtfully. And then he ran for it.
Chapter 4
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*giggles*
*collapses in a heap*
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Gabrielle
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Good old Buff...
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