"Ugh! This chapter is about how to mutate spiders into war beasts," yelled Willow, frustrated at the content of the text she had just spent the last half hour translating.
Oz walked over calmly and turned off the computer screen Willow had been staring at for much too long.
"I think we could use a break. Want to go for a walk?" he offered.
"It's just that I'd really like to help Buffy out by making a breakthrough on this. It's almost like there's no good way to kill a necromancer or even get him out of his lair for that matter," grumbled Willow.
Oz asked, "Did you just say 'making' and 'out' in the same sentence?"
Willow thought quickly and replied, "Let's go for a walk."
Meanwhile Cordelia drove in her usual reckless manner to the distaste of her fearful passenger.
"Will you slow down already?" exclaimed Xander.
"Why? Aren't you in a hurry to get back and save Buffy's rear?" returned Cordelia.
"What's that supposed to mean?" snapped Xander.
"Well, you're so fond of it," grumbled Cordelia as she rounded a corner rather unsteadily.
"Look-" began Xander, but he was cut off.
"No, you look, as long as Buffy's the Slayer and we're saving the world every other night I'm more than content to pitch in. But, I'm not going to be ignored by someone that I used to not even want to be payed attention to. . . by. . . from. . . you know what I mean," interrupted Cordelia.
"So what are you saying? inquired Xander.
"Get over her!" shouted Cordelia.
"I can't see myself getting over her until she's forty, moved in with some hairy buckweed guy in a trailer park, and fifty pounds heftier. Even then it's a maybe," Xander's statement was softened with a boyish grin. Cordelia didn't give one in return.
Back at the outskirts of Sunnydale high Oz and Willow were being a lot friendlier in a kissing kind of way. The two seperated for a moment to continue walking the darkening, moonlit late afternoon.
"Do you think you'll ever go to college?" inquired Willow.
"I don't know. When I think of college I think big classes, brick fissades, and professors with red pens in their front shirt pockets. It's just not me," explained Oz.
"Well, at least that means we can spend more time together in the mean time," said Willow, looking on the bright side.
"In the mean time? So that means after the year is over you'll be shipping out to some big name university?" asked Oz.
"We'll it's always kind of been a given in my family for Willow Rosenburg to get a scholarship and become a world famous scientist. You know how expectations go," she answered.
"If that's what you want then when that time comes we'll work something out," said Oz with a ever so slight smile.
The two closed slowly for another kiss.
"Hey, they're over here," Cordelia yelled back over her shoulder.
Willow let out a sigh.
"Cordelia," she whispered under her breath, each sylable had it's own unique grumble.
Oz and Willow waited patiently for their friends to catch up with them. As they stood happy just to be in each other's company they shared what would be their final glance. A pale figure startlingly emerged from a nearby bush and casually put his arms around the two sweethearts like a buddy.
"What's up?" Abel asked. He followed his feigned plesantry with an incantation that caused him and his companions to disappear in a shriek of hellflame.
Cordelia let out a scream that brought Xander running.
"What happend?" Xander questioned excitedly.
"I don't know! One moment they were just standing there the next second someone turned up the reverb and they were gone," Cordelia said through a filter of panic.
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