NOTE : This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and has become Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now nineteen and at college. Willow and Tara are still together. Although a separate story, this series starts two weeks after the events of Buffy and The Exiled.
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Buffy leapt at Giles. To most people, he looked like a stuffy, middle-aged man who would have been far happier with his nose in a book, rather than physical activity. They would have been badly misjudging him. One half of a Watcher's job was book lore, true, but the other half was studying all the fighting styles possible and teaching them to the Slayer.
Even Buffy was surprised that he managed to dodge backward from her grasp. She slid forward and took a handful of his shirt. Instantly he grasped her elbow and hand, rotating them sharply to break her hold and force her upper body to bend in order to prevent her arm from snapping. He knew he only had a second to get the better of her.
As Buffy used her far superior strength to force her arm back, he swiftly reversed his hold and spun her the other way. She somersaulted like a pro because it was either that or have her arm dislocated. Giles let her roll free and turned to dash back into the basement. Anya blocked his path.
"Going somewhere, Rupert?"
He hit her hard and fast. Every fibre of his being screamed that it was wrong to hit a woman, but his mind overrode it and pointed out that Anya was really an eleven hundred year old demon. Unfortunately that also meant that his punch only rocked her head to the side and she shot him a scowl.
"Did you think that would work?"
"I rather hoped it might," he confessed.
"Giles," Buffy said, walking up behind him. "This is cool. Don't worry; you'll still be yourself once you become one of us. Just because you will be possessed does not mean you'll have to give up cups of tea or saying 'uhm' or 'ah' a lot."
"It's painless," Willow told him. Then she made a little pout and added, "Mostly."
"Painless?" Anya said, disbelievingly. "Painless? Have you forgotten about these tears in my blouse? This is pure silk. Do I have to remind you about the cost?"
"You didn't ask the forty-odd other times," Willow grumbled.
"Guys, if we could just get back to the possession," Buffy said, wearily.
Anya did not look placated, but she did nod and grab Giles by the throat with one hand, lifting him off his feet. The Watcher choked and spluttered, grasping both of his hands onto hers to try to alleviate the pressure.
A shovel struck Anya in the back, making her stagger forward and drop Giles. Xander raised it again to threaten another strike. "Sorry, Honey."
"What do you think you are doing, Xander?" Buffy asked, amused.
"Get back or you'll get the same as my girlfriend," he warned, hefting the tool behind his head ready for a big swing. "And again with the sorry, Ahn," he added, seeing her stand and put her fists on her hips in vexation.
"Get with the serious for a moment," Buffy said pleasantly. "Do you think that we couldn't take that from you?"
"Something's going to get broke if you try," he replied, making more threatening motions.
"Your arm, most likely," Anya sighed.
He considered it and then nodded his agreement. At that moment, Willow uttered a word and the shovel leapt out of his hands and into hers. She cocked her head to one side and grinned. "Now what are you going to do?"
He shrugged apologetically. "Not sure. Kinda hadn't thought this through."
At that instant, a small white light burst just before each of the possessed women's face. Their reaction was to blink and recoil in surprise as they were blinded for a second. Dawn raced out of the cellar and grabbed Giles' arm, yanking him to his feet. Xander turned and grabbed Tara as she tottered up the steps. Together, they tried to escape.
"Thespia bind them!" Willow commanded. Green rings of churning energy encircled all four of them before they could reach the gate. The early morning sun was glittering through the branches of the trees at the bottom of the garden, bathing the patio in a warm yellow glow that sparkled on the mystic bonds.
Buffy blinked the last of the after-image of the dazzle from her eyes and shook her head. "Nice try guys. Props for effort but there is no way you can beat ol' Will. She can counter anything you come up with."
"Can she counter this?" said a voice just behind Willow. As everybody turned to the familiar cocky tone, a trash can was slammed down over Willow's upper body and, before she could even squeak in surprise, a kick to the can sent her rattling back into the wall. She bounced off, comical because just her legs protruded from the metal cylinder, and collapsed in a clanging bang.
"Pow! Strike Two! A girl could get used to this, Red," Faith grinned.
Buffy and Anya moved fast. Both charged the brunette Slayer. Faith backhanded Anya off her feet and ducked beneath Buffy's swinging fist.
"Two at once? That's hardly fair... Ooof!"
Buffy had dropped her shoulder as her fist sailed past and launched herself into Faith's chest. The body blow lifted the rock chick off her feet and both Slayers barrelled over the grass.
"Déjà vu?" Buffy asked as they rolled to their feet, face to face, ready for the fight.
"I'd... answer that... if I had any breath left," Faith gasped.
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As Anya got back to her feet to join Buffy, a slim blur with long brown hair dived past her. Dawn rolled like a gymnast and scooped up the shovel that lay beside the unconscious Willow. The moment the witch had blacked out, her spell had been cancelled. Dawn stood and twirled the handle until it slapped down into her free hand and she held the shaft like a quarterstaff before her.
"Stay out of it, Anya," the teen warned.
"Or what? You'll pout me to death? Get real, Dawn, you're no match for me."
"Maybe not," the young girl admitted. "But it's not me you should be worried about."
With a quick jerk, she threw the shovel past Anya and smirked. The demoness spun to see where the makeshift weapon was going in time to see Giles snag it from the air.
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"Let us help you, Bee," Faith said as the two warriors circled each other.
"Let us help you, Eff," her girlfriend taunted back. When she spoke, Faith seized her chance. She darted in to attack, using a backhanded blow followed by an uppercut and an elbow strike. Buffy danced backward, blocking each attack as she went.
"That is so not gonna get it done," she teased before returning three quick strikes of her own. Arms moving like a windmill, Faith blocked the attacks and struck back, to no avail. The Slayers took it up a gear and the blows and kicks became almost a blur.
Feinting with a karate chop, Faith struck for Buffy's knee with her foot instead. Knowing her lover's fighting style, Buffy was ready and cartwheeled straight backward, both feet connecting with Faith's chin as she went. Staggered, the denim clad Slayer was not prepared enough for the next attack.
