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[red_rosenberg]

It was still raining when we got to the airport. Giles and I were silent on the drive there. I think he got that I needed to just not talk for a while, and just be. Sinking into the passenger seat, I wrapped my arms tighter around myself as I stared blankly out the window, watching rain drops make skinny, random rivulets down the glass, viens of

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"Instincts," I repeated, but I didn't say anything more on that. No point in telling him how off my instincts were - just take a peek at my track record. Not good, definitely not good. I'm in England and handicapped, magically speaking. It's like I'm handcuffed, can't do anything and I won't let myself do anything and I can feel everything around me. Sucks majorly. Now I had to be all Willowy and role modely for Dawnie. And Giles expected me to do that, or at least, needed me to. I sighed, took a sip of my tea, let myself concentrate on the taste.

Unable not to just not talk now, after all the silence in the car, I warmed my hands around the tea, looked at Giles. "Do you think Xander's okay?" He was the only one I had to worry about, still being in the US, he was supposed to come here, said he would. I was defeated when he said he couldn't, and now I was more scared for his well being. "I just... can't stop thinking about what's happening now. I used to.. always be there, in the thick of it, helping. Now I'm here, with Dawn, out in the pastures." Stupid pastures. I took another mouthful of tea.

Yeah, I was moping. It was a step away from depression, and I wasn't letting myself go there. I wasn't allowed to go there, not today, had to be strong Willow for Dawn.

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Patting her hand I give her a small smile. "Xander is fine. I spoke to him when the told me when Dawn would be arriving. He's...upset of course, but he's fine. And he's not alone, he has help." But help he doesn't know. Faith, Cordelia and Wesley? They weren't on our team, they work differently. Faith is a team on her own, and Wesley was tossed out of his team. I can only hope they know how to put their differences aside and do their job.

Sighing, I sip my own tea, my eyes drifting over to the bulletin board which announces the arrival of the planes. Why can't those sodding things be on time for once? Pulling off my glasses, I put them down on the small, rather wobbly, table and pinch the bridge of my nose. We wait for Dawn to arrive in silence, even thought the noise around is very loud. Neither Willow nor myself know what to say, we've run out of words. But really? What is there left to say?

My head shoots up and I narrow my eyes when the voice comes over the speakers again. "That's Dawns plane," I say softly, picking up my glasses. Putting them on my nose, I drop the paper cup in the trashcan and wait for Willow to join me. Time to pick up Dawn, and be there for her. Poor girl.