We meet up with Buffy, at last...more bad news...From beautiesnbeasts
It had been an excruciating night. Willow's death had turned things around, and the cause of her death had been part of that reason. Buffy, Cordelia and Xander had been out hunting for Angelus, who's name, chilled me and brought back memories when I..I had first heard it, which of course, I repressed, for there were certainly other things that needed to be focused on. Buffy, Cordelia, Xander, and yes, Spike, which made me uncomfortable, were looking for Angelus, while Faith, Oz and I tried to bring Willow back.
Tapping into the dark arts, as I had done in college, had reared its tumultuously ugly head last year, and I certainly wasn't thrilled and filled with expectation to be tapping into it again, but for Willow, I felt it necessary. I didn't know if it was a matter of me feeling responsible, a little over a year and a half ago, for having Xander and Willow involved with our..with our efforts; the efforts of the slayer and the watcher, Buffy and myself to thwart and throttle the hellmouth's evil elements, but I knew that Willow didn't deserve to be gone and by God, I was going to attempt to test the fates and bring her back, if it was at all possible.
The problem became, though, that it wasn't possible, and Oz, who had already once lost his humanity to the werewolf, and inexplicably did it during the day on a non-lunar cycle day, he had now lost it entirely, and Faith and I had been forced to take measures to not only protect him from harming anyone, but also to keep the identity's of demons roaming the countryside, quiet, for he had been locked in the library's cage, and I shant think that I would have been pleased with having to try to explain what oz was to the few students who did happen to frequent the library, or especially, to Principal Snyder, who was about as understanding as a pitbull terrier abused by its owner.
My heart bled for Willow as Faith and I brought Oz to a location that was quite fortuitous, at least to our purposes. Faith, in her few weeks here in Sunnydale, patrolling, had found a cave that just happened to have a cage inside, and that is where we placed Oz, but it was still unsettling that the chap had to be left alone in the woods, and we both knew that frequent visits to the desolete location would have to be made.
We decided to patrol and as such and in doing so, we were attacked by a group of vampires and while taking a few shots that would possibly hurt in the morning, I felt that it was therapeutic and that it was precisely what I needed to deal with all of the guilt and the loss. The problem was, that as the night progressed and Faith and I eventually made it into my vehicle, as opposed to patrolling by foot, in order to save time, Faith had mentioned not wanting to be here last year, and as it coupled with the loss of the past twenty-four hours, I found myself debilitatingly maudlin and virtually catatonic.
My mind had drifted back to Jenny, and not only now was the pain of losing her firmly in my mind, but also, when combined with Willow's death, I felt my heart pound in pain, and my breathing become heavy and labored. I somehow managed to drive along, but my head wasn't on the road and my mind, even with one of my two slayers sitting next to me, was lost, filled with negativity, and felt as though it would need a major shake-up to get it back on its true course.
"Giles, wait. Is that B?"
That got my head back on matters at hand. Buf...Buffy was still alive and also had to be hurting, and I knew that as always, or almost always, I had to be strong for her. I had to strengthen my mind, for the spell on Willow, which had been a failure and the cause of Oz' descending, and was also the primary cause for my own feelings of nausea, couldn't be told to Buffy. Especially now that it had failed.
Faith called to Buffy and I pulled up to her. Before Buffy opened the door, I spoke to Faith. "By all means, Faith, we have to tell Buffy nothing about the spell to try to bring Willow back, or even that we looked for a way to bring her back. We can certainly tell her..tell her about Oz. She would like to and obviously, need to know that, but we cannot, under any circumstances, mention trying to use the magic's."
I looked at her, as a dispirited Buffy entered the car. I wondered where xander was. I wondered where Spike was.
((Faith and Buffy))
Tapping into the dark arts, as I had done in college, had reared its tumultuously ugly head last year, and I certainly wasn't thrilled and filled with expectation to be tapping into it again, but for Willow, I felt it necessary. I didn't know if it was a matter of me feeling responsible, a little over a year and a half ago, for having Xander and Willow involved with our..with our efforts; the efforts of the slayer and the watcher, Buffy and myself to thwart and throttle the hellmouth's evil elements, but I knew that Willow didn't deserve to be gone and by God, I was going to attempt to test the fates and bring her back, if it was at all possible.
The problem became, though, that it wasn't possible, and Oz, who had already once lost his humanity to the werewolf, and inexplicably did it during the day on a non-lunar cycle day, he had now lost it entirely, and Faith and I had been forced to take measures to not only protect him from harming anyone, but also to keep the identity's of demons roaming the countryside, quiet, for he had been locked in the library's cage, and I shant think that I would have been pleased with having to try to explain what oz was to the few students who did happen to frequent the library, or especially, to Principal Snyder, who was about as understanding as a pitbull terrier abused by its owner.
My heart bled for Willow as Faith and I brought Oz to a location that was quite fortuitous, at least to our purposes. Faith, in her few weeks here in Sunnydale, patrolling, had found a cave that just happened to have a cage inside, and that is where we placed Oz, but it was still unsettling that the chap had to be left alone in the woods, and we both knew that frequent visits to the desolete location would have to be made.
We decided to patrol and as such and in doing so, we were attacked by a group of vampires and while taking a few shots that would possibly hurt in the morning, I felt that it was therapeutic and that it was precisely what I needed to deal with all of the guilt and the loss. The problem was, that as the night progressed and Faith and I eventually made it into my vehicle, as opposed to patrolling by foot, in order to save time, Faith had mentioned not wanting to be here last year, and as it coupled with the loss of the past twenty-four hours, I found myself debilitatingly maudlin and virtually catatonic.
My mind had drifted back to Jenny, and not only now was the pain of losing her firmly in my mind, but also, when combined with Willow's death, I felt my heart pound in pain, and my breathing become heavy and labored. I somehow managed to drive along, but my head wasn't on the road and my mind, even with one of my two slayers sitting next to me, was lost, filled with negativity, and felt as though it would need a major shake-up to get it back on its true course.
"Giles, wait. Is that B?"
That got my head back on matters at hand. Buf...Buffy was still alive and also had to be hurting, and I knew that as always, or almost always, I had to be strong for her. I had to strengthen my mind, for the spell on Willow, which had been a failure and the cause of Oz' descending, and was also the primary cause for my own feelings of nausea, couldn't be told to Buffy. Especially now that it had failed.
Faith called to Buffy and I pulled up to her. Before Buffy opened the door, I spoke to Faith. "By all means, Faith, we have to tell Buffy nothing about the spell to try to bring Willow back, or even that we looked for a way to bring her back. We can certainly tell her..tell her about Oz. She would like to and obviously, need to know that, but we cannot, under any circumstances, mention trying to use the magic's."
I looked at her, as a dispirited Buffy entered the car. I wondered where xander was. I wondered where Spike was.
((Faith and Buffy))