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Author's Note: This is a short story. Set in one of Willow's dreams. If you don't follow, please ask me to explain anything.
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Willow slumped into her room. She had been up almost all night, helping Giles research one of the Hellmouth's endless supply of evil stuff.
She slipped her nightgown on and turned off her lamp. She slouched down into the pillow, and was asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.
Willow opened her eyes, and found herself walking down the hallway. She looked down and noticed she was wearing one of Buffy's outfits.
"Buffy!" she turned around to see Xander approaching her.
She looked around to see where Buffy was.
"Buffy. There you are we've been looking for you. Giles wants to know if your up for a little midnight slayage." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"Excuse me? Xander have you been sniffing the binding glue in Gile's office again?" she put her hand on his forehead.
No temperature, this is weird. She thought to herself. Maybe this is a joke, maybe I should just go along with it? Humor the boy, maybe he's getting his jollies by confusing me?
They walked into the library to see Giles pouring over a book, and Buffy typing away at a computer keyboard.
"Good morning Buffy." Giles smiled at Willow.
"What is with you people? Why do you keep calling me Buffy?"
"Well, cause you are Buffy. I'm taking a stab in the dark here." Xander said, feeling Willow's head for a fever.
"Gessh, guys I'm Willow. You can stop now!!! This was funny, like for a millasecond."
Buffy got up from the keyboard and walked over to Willow. "No Buffy, see I'm Willow. Your the Slayer," she turned to Giles, "maybe she needs to lie down? I mean I've never seen Buffy this wigged."
"Argh!! I'm Willow." Willow's face crumpled in confusion. What was happening? This must be some kind of dream.
"Um...yes..I agree with you, maybe tonight is a ...um vacation, for Buffy." Giles said, placing a hand on Willow's forehead.
"It's not a fever! I don't know what is with you people, but....I'm outta here!"
Willow walked out of the Library, and right into Oz.
"Oz, am I glad to see you." Willow said hugging the confused boy.
"Buffy, nice to see you too," he slightly hugged her back, "have you seen Willow?"
"Ahhh!!!" she pushed past him and walked out of the school. She walked into the cool night.
She got a chill and tried to pull down the shirt that she was wearing. She remembered that she was wearing Buffy's clothes.
"I can't believe she wears these things, everyday!" she walked and walked, until she reached her house. She stepped up the stairs, and opened the door.
"Maybe I'll just go to sleep, and when I wake up this nightmare will be over. I've never wanted to be just plain Willow, more than now."
She climbed into bed, without changing. She closed her eyes, and silently wished that she would wake-up herself again.
Willow opened her eyes, and glanced at the clock. It was 7:15 a.m. She got out of bed, and went over to her closet.
"No Buffy clothes. Goody, my red sweater!" She quickly got dressed and headed for school.
"Willow!" Xander walked up to her.
"Xander," she hugged him, " I've never been so happy to see you!!"
"Yeah, thanks Will. Giles has been looking for you. I think he needs you to do the reasearch thing."
"Oh well, just call me, Willow the Research Girl." she smiled.
The End
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