Kat Lee (katleept) wrote,
Kat Lee

Not Her Friends

Title: Not Her Friends
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Buffy, Xander, Giles, Willow
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words August Rush Day 11:
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 743
Date Written: 21 August 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.

Buffy’s pencil fell onto the library table, making a clattering sound and snapping her awake as she felt eyes suddenly upon her and the tiny amount of drool hanging outside her lightly snoring mouth. “Buffster,” Xander whispered, kicking her foot underneath the table.

She jerked herself back up to a proper sitting position, but not in time. Her Watcher was already glowering down the table at her. “How nice of you to rejoin us, Miss Summers. It would seem your friends take saving the world more seriously than you do, and yet you are the one called upon to do it.”

A calling, she wanted to remind him, that she’d never asked for and had pretty much ruined her social life. But right now, she was too busy remembering her dream and feeling herself flush from it. “Do -- Do Slayers sometimes dream of other worlds?” she asked hesitantly.

Giles looked at her. She couldn’t decide if his look was more of surprise or concern, but he definitely wasn’t happy. She let her question stand until he finally answered it, “Sometimes.” He took off his glasses and began to polish them with his white handkerchief, a clear sign he’d been disturbed. “Why?” he questioned. “What did you see?”

“Never mind,” she said, jumping to her feet and feeling Xander’s and Willow’s gaze upon her. “It was probably just a dream anyway.” She forced herself to appear to shrug it off and glanced at Willow with a nervous smile. They’d talk about her nightmare later, but she couldn’t bring herself to discuss it now with Giles, especially not in front of Xander. She grabbed her stake. “I’m going to go see if I need to kill something.”

Xander moved beside her, bringing her gaze down to him. She looked down into his kind, concerned eyes and felt herself swimming in his brown orbs. The boy beside her wasn’t not cute, and he was one of the sweetest, if goofiest, guys she’d ever known. But the thing he had become in her dream had been none of those things: not cute, not goofy, and definitely not sweet or kind. He’d been sexy though, almost painfully sensual, and the things he could do to a wife beater top and a black leather jacket were almost unheard of.

In a way, he reminded her of Angel, his sexyiness being about equal to her secret boyfriend’s, but he had been savage. She had watched him and the monster that wore Willow’s face kill Cordelia. It had just been a dream, she reminded herself, nothing more than a nightmare that she, as Slayer and as their friend, wasn’t about to let happen. Whatever Vampire had transformed her dearest friends, her only friends, really would never get them in the real world. She wouldn’t allow it!

She flipped her stake around and grabbed again, trying to take comfort out of its solid, wooden length that fit so naturally in the palm of her hand. “Yeah, I’m going to go kill something,” she muttered.

“Buffy, as your Watcher, I must remind you that killing is not your directive.”

“Giles,” Buffy glowered at him and he actually hushed as he slid his spectacles back into the place on the bridge of his nose and their eyes connected, “I know what I’m meant to do, but I can’t do that from in here. You three do the research. We’ll get back together, and you can tell me whatever I need to know. But right now . . . If I’m not out there patrolling, Vamps can be snacking, and that’s not going to happen in my town.” And it damn sure wasn’t going to live long enough to sink its fangs into Xander or Willow, whoever it was. She headed out of the library without another word, leaving Giles, Willow, and Xander staring after her.

“Wow,” Willow breathed after a long moment of silence had passed. “Wow.”

“That must’ve been some dream,” commented Xander.

“Indeed,” Giles agreed, “but she does have a point. We need to find the answers she needs.”

Willow nodded. She and Giles went back to their book, but Xander stared at the pencil Buffy had dropped for a long time before he finally returned his attention to the research at hand and the latest apocalypse they had to stop. She must’ve been dreaming about Angel, he thought, turning another page, but he certainly wished that dream had been about him instead.

The End
Tags: btvs: buffy, btvs: ensemble, btvs: giles, btvs: willow, btvs: xander
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