“Xander! Help me! I need your help!” Willow’s cries became more frantic. “Please hurry! I can’t hold on much longer! Xander!.....XANDER!!” Xander woke with a start.
“Jeez, Xander! I’ve been trying to wake you for five minutes. We’ve stopped for a bathroom break. Hey are you all right? You’re all pale?” Willow said with concern.
“I’m okay, Will. Just a bad dream. Come on, let’s get off this bus.” Xander said, unconvincingly.
Willow looked at him walking to the rest area. There was something he wasn’t telling her. They had become espescially connected since that brief fling they had, behind Cordy and Oz’s backs. Things may still be a bit weird between them, but she could still read him pretty well. Ther was something wrong. “I’ll bring it up with Buffy in the ladies room.” she told herself and she left the bus.
* * *
“Okay, let’s me get this straight. You made that tremor out here so that the Slayer would come and investigate? Then you’re just going to take her blood, mix it up in some spell and then you’ll be free? How do you know so much about this planet?” Spike summerized Nefarium’s words.
“I possess great magic and can open very small portals between our realms. Through those portals, I can project my image. I have many contacts here. I know all I need to know to rule this world and this dimention. Now, down to business. There are several canasters of knock-out gas in a storage chamber. Use them to contain the Slayer and her companions and get a vial of her blood.”
“Alright, everyone got that? Charles, take a couple guys and get the gas set up. Hey, newbie, get some syringes and two vials.” Spike ordered. “Now, Nefarium, can you let my lover free? Insanity doesn’t suit her well.”
“As you wish.” and the image pointed at Dru. Her body glowed. She opened her eyes.
“Spike, I have an awful headache, please make it go away.”
“In a minute, luv. We’re working on getting rid of the Slayer.” Spike said.
“Oh, goody! No more Slayer!” Dru sung happily.
* * *
“Buffy, I’m worried about Xander. I think he’s hiding something.” Willow spoke worriedly.
“Hiding something? From you? Is that possible? I mean I thought you guys had some permentant mental link.” Buffy said smiling.
“Thanks for the sentiment, but seriously. I think something has him scared. He had a nightmare a little while a go. I heard him say my name, but that’s all I know about it.”
“Maybe it’s an after-effect of your little fling.” Buffy offered.
“I don’t think it was THAT kind of dream.” Willow blushed at the thought.
“Well I haven’t been having any Slayer dreams. Maybe it’s just a bad dream. I mean we’re not on the Hellmouth, so it could be a normal teenage bad dream. But, I’ll bring it up with Giles when I get the chance, okay.”
“Okay. I feel a bit better. Thanks.”
“Anytime, Will. I think I owe you for all the times I’ve needed you to listen. Now let’s get back to the bus.
Back on the bus, Xander walked over to Giles. “Hey Giles, I’ve got a slight problem.”
“Wow, this must be serious.” Giles thought. “He’s not calling me, G-man.”
“Continue, Xander.” Giles said.
“I’ve been having the same weird dreams over and over, ever since we found out about that stupid quake.” he continued.
“What do the dreams involve?” inquired Giles.
“Well, the same thing happens in each dream. Willow is in a fatal situation and she keeps calling for me to help her. Not Buffy or Oz, but me! I mean Willow’s my best friend but I think I’m no higher than third in line to be her rescuer. These dreams are pissing me off. She and I have moved on since the whole cheating thing and I don’t think I should be have dreams like this.” Xander spoke with mixed emotion.
“Well you may still feel guilty about it and that could be causing these dreams. But I think there may be some connection between these quakes and your dreams. Even though you aren’t the Slayer, you could still receive messages in dreams. I would advise that you stay near Willow for the rest of this trip.” Giles explained.
“Thanks, I feel a little better, but I don’t like the idea of being some kind of hero.” Xander sighed. “Thanks, again.”
“Hey Giles, Willow and I are a bit concern about Xander.” Buffy said.
Giles stiffed a laugh. “The youth of today never seises to amaze me with its maturity and communication skills.”
“What do you mean?” Willow asked.
“Xander is just having unpleasent dreams. There’s really nothing to worry about. He’s a teenage boy, he will be acting odd until he’s old enough to be liquor. Don’t worry about it.” Giles smiled as be began to settle for a nap.
“Men...what to do with them.” Buffy sighed. Willow wispered her response. “You can be very twisted Willow. I think Giles has the right idea. I need as much sleep as I can get. See ya’ in a little while.”
* * *
“Everything’s all set up, Spike.” Charles announced.
“Good, now all we need to do is wait.” he responded. “So Puck, what’s with the name?”
“Well I’ve been cursed twice. First, a powerful demon decided to make me his jester. I was cursed to be full of a mischevious intent. That earned me the name, Puck. While I was on a mission here on earth, I killed the son and daughter of a magic user with one of my pranks. He cursed me so that I experience any pain and suffering I cause. I can’t kill anyone and my power is very limited.” the demon explained.
“Those bloody human magic users have some nasty curses. Restoring souls, forcing guilt, and responsiblity. What a crock!” Spike added.
“As I said before, that will all change very soon.” Nefarium grinned wickedly.
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