I was going to do 'Consequences'…but if I did, it would basically have been the 'Consequences' script with 'Buffy' and 'Angel' crossed out and replaced with Spike and Dru respectively, and when writing that (or more accurately, sitting around transcribing a transcript) I got so bored I thought I would die. So basically, Faith had a crisis of faith after killing someone, tried to go to Drusilla for help, then Wesley misunderstood the situation and called the Watchers. Then it all got sorted out and Faith decided to stay on The Mayor's side, but the Scoobies don't know that.
Also, sorry for the long break. It ran for longer than I thought it would
Spike and Oz were at the Bronze, playing pool.
"Is Faith gonna come here tonight?" Oz asked
"Probably not," Spike admitted, "Think she's with her dad again."
Spike leaned over, and aimed his cue at one of the striped balls.
"Hey, your time of the month's comin' up, right?" Spike asked
Oz let out a sigh/laugh.
"Do we really have to call it that?" Oz asked
"Yeah," Spike nodded, "We have to call it that. It's imperative."
Willow and Xander were sitting at a table at the Bronze, eating scones.
"…so the assignment was modern European economics," Xander explained, "And Ms. Hornby singles me out, asks me 'What are your thoughts on Greece?', and I said 'well, I don't think it was right that Sandy had to change who she was just to impress Danny'."
Xander waited for Willow's reaction.
"Huh," Willow muttered
"Willow, what's wrong? Usually you're in stitches after one of my schoolyard anecdotes."
"Sorry. I'm just kinda worried. I got called into the principal's office today," Willow said
"Willow Danielle Rosenberg, are you finally going through your rebellious period?" Xander asked
"No, Snyder asked me to tutor Percy, from the basketball team," Willow explained
"Well you can do that, you're smart," Xander reminded, "Might get through to him."
"Yeah," Willow nodded, feeling a bit better
"Oh, hey, there he is now," Xander noticed
Percy walked towards the table.
"Hey Rosenberg, Harris," Percy said, feeling like a king addressing the peasants, "Just so you know, got my dates mixed up. I'll need that history report on Wednesday, not Thursday."
"Uh, wait, I thought I was going to tutor you?" Willow asked
"Yeah, but it'd just be easier for you to do it for me. No one will notice."
"But, isn't that...?"
"Do you wanna answer to Snyder when I fail history?" Percy asked
"Good. Get started on my report."
Then he left. Willow was filled with the burden of humiliation and defeat, as if she was some doormat that anyone could push around, that she had no will of her own.
"Why didn't you say something?" Willow whined to Xander
"Why didn't you say something?" Xander retorted
"Well you were right there, I-I just assumed you'd step in and defend me," Willow attempted
"So if I wasn't there, then what would you have said?" Xander asked
"Um…that he was a…that he could go…" Willow attempted
"Maybe Spike can…" Xander began
"No, I don't want to bother him," Willow sighed, "I'll just do Percy's homework."
Willow went to the bathroom; when she came back, she found Spike, Oz, and Xander arguing at the pool table.
"What's going on?" Willow asked
"Not great," Spike said, annoyed, "Apparently, no one can watch Oz on the night he transforms."
"Well I figured Oz would get someone!" Xander argued
"And I figured Giles would get someone," Oz said
"Did Giles get someone?" Willow asked
"We have no way of knowing, he's out of town," Spike explained
"Why don't I watch him?" Willow suggested, "Then if someone Giles sent comes, I can leave."
The three guys exchanged looks.
"OK, that works," Oz said
Spike and Oz went back to their pool game. Xander drifted over next to Willow, putting his arm around her.
"Isn't it a good thing we've got Willow around?" Xander grinned, "Old Reliable."
"What?" Willow asked, insulted
"Well, you know, emphasis on reliable," Xander assured
"That's the part I don't like!" Willow said, "Old Reliable? There's a sexy nickname!"
"Well you could take it to mean that you're like a geyser of fun," Oz suggested
"That's Old Faithful," Spike said
"Wasn't that the dog?" Xander asked
"No, that's Old Yeller," Oz realized they had gotten off track, "Willow, we love that you're reliable. It's your thing."
"Well, maybe I don't wanna be the reliable one," Willow argued, "Maybe I'm not just some doormat person. Or some kind of...Homework Gal!"
Oz and Xander knew they had to approach the situation carefully…
Ten seconds later…
"Spike, I cannot believe you just said that!" Willow gasped
"What? S'true," Spike said, unapologetically
Willow picked up a glass, and splashed its contents in Spike's face. The slayer looked at Willow with silent confusion and irritation. The witch then stormed out of the building.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Xander asked Spike
"Spike, human girls don't like being told that," Oz tried to explain calmly
"Someone had to tell her!" Spike insisted
What?!" Xander asked, frustrated, "No she didn't! She could have gone her whole life without hearing that!"
Willow went home, intending to prove she wasn't a doormat or 'Old Reliable'. She wanted to do something wild and rebellious. The best she could do was wear her mother's old leather jacket, play her stereo a bit louder than usual, and drink the few ounces of wine left that wasn't locked away.
There was a knock at the door. Willow went downstairs to answer it. Anya was standing there.
"Willow!" she greeted, with a facade of happiness
"Anya…" Willow attempted to remember her
"I was hoping you'd be here," Anya said, "I need you to help me."
"Oh, even you count on Old Reliable Willow?" Willow growled
"Yes, I need your help with a spell," Anya explained
"A spell?" Willow asked, intrigued
"Yeah, but it is a bit controversial," Anya warned
That appealed heavily to Willow's current desire for rebellion.
Unfortunately, due to the ambiguous nature of the wish-verse's existence, most of Willow's memories of Anya's last spell had faded. All she could remember that Anya did a spell, things became a bit weird, then they returned to normal leaving Willow with a newfound appreciation for Spike.
"I don't know…" Willow began
"If you're not up to it, I can find a better witch to do it," Anya offered
"No, I'm up for it," Willow insisted
Willow and Anya stood around a pentagram, in an empty classroom. Anya had set up several candles in the room, and there was a box hanging from the ceiling, which smelt very strange.
"I thought you said this was a simple ritual?" Willow asked
"It is," Anya nodded, moving closer to Willow, "Just a simple temporal fold. I lost my pendant, I need it back."
Willow felt a sharp pain on her arm; she looked down and saw Anya had cut her with a knife.
"Why did you…?" Willow began
Anya cut herself, then dropped the knife in the center of the pentagram.
"Now, got your cue cards?" Anya asked
"I already memorized it," Willow assured
Anya took a deep breath and held her hand out palm up over the circle.
"Eryishon," Anya began, "K'shala. Meh-uhn."
Willow also reached out with her hand palm-up, connecting it with Anya's.
"Diprecht. Doh-tehenlo nu-Eryishon," Willow read her script
Anya picked up a bottle of sacred sand and held it over the pentagram.
"The child to the mother," Anya said
Willow took ahold of the bottle aswell.
"The river to the sea," Willow said
"Eryishon, hear my prayer," Anya said, closing her eyes
Then suddenly, there was a flash of lightning, striking down on the five intersection points of the pentagram's circle…
An alternate reality…
Xander staked two vampires at the same time. Cordelia swung her machete around, killing three. Harmony staked a vampire in the stomach before a crowd of vampires began tearing her apart. Drusilla lunged at Vamp-Willow, intent on getting revenge for the three years of torment the redhead had inflicted on her. Spike tried to yell at them to retreat, but then The Master got in his way; the two of them began fighting. Giles was about to sneak up on Spike, when Oz took a stake out of his jacket and jammed it into Giles' chest.
"You little bastard…!" Giles growled
Then he exploded into dust. Oz began fighting the other vampires. Drusilla pinned Vamp-Willow to the wall and attempted to snap her neck, but the evil vampire was too strong. She head-butted Drusilla, knocking her backwards. Then suddenly, Vamp-Willow disappeared…
The Main Universe…
Anya and Willow stood around the pentagram, waiting for something to happen.
"That was a colossal waste of time," Anya shrugged, "Thank you for nothing."
"Well it was your spell," Willow argued, attempting to be more assertive, "It's your own...bloody fault that it failed!"
"Bloody?" Anya asked
"Yeah, I say bloody now," Willow stated, "G-got a problem with that?"
"You're not British, you can't pull it off," Anya explained
"W-well…so's your face!" Willow said
Anya struggled to think of a response to that. She remained silent, admitting defeat.
"Help me clean this up?" Anya said
"Okay," Willow said, "Uh…I mean, fine, whatever."
The two girls began to pick up the magical ingredients. Willow looked around the pentagram for Anya's gem of Thesulah, one of the ingredients in the spell. It was a tiny gem, barely the size of a pebble and very rare.
"Is this what you're looking for?" Vamp-Willow asked, holding out the gem
Willow saw the hand that held the gem.
"Oh yeah, thanks," Willow then looked up, "…oh Goddess."
To be continued…