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[made_by_monks]

Room service finally arrived, at least I thought it was room service when I heard a knocking at the door. I had been filling Tara in on how my life had been going since the destruction of Sunnydale, I think she had wanted to talk to me and Buffy, tell us the reason or reasons for her just disappearing. I think it was maybe both unsure of where to

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[jane_summers]

I look at Joyce she is practically on the floor with pain. I don't feel anything. Looking at the box and how it is giving off a green and red glow I got really scared.
"Joyce? Joyce, can you hear me?" I ask bending over to try to help her. I get back up and grab the box. I felt this electric rush of pain going right through me. The box throws me against the door with a great THUD.

"Ow." I groan as I try to get back up. I pick up Joyce and open the door. I place Joyce on the bed and I look at Dawn. "Um, Hi." I say with fear in my voice.

I go back into the bathroom and watch as the box trembles more than ever before. I look at Dawn and say, "I think we have a problem."

[made_by_monks]

"What are you girls doing in there??" I asked in a slightly worried tone when I heard a loud thud from the bathroom Jane and Joyce had taken refuge in.

"Just what were you two doing in there?" Looking suspiciously at Jane as she helped Joyce over to the bed.

"What is that? Where did you get it?"Asking as my gaze moved to the box on the bathroom floor. Seeing a red and green glow seeping out from the crack that had been made in the box I took a step back toward the door, grabbing hold of Jane's arm as I did.

"Tara...." I called out. I suddenly started feeling weak as if some of my strength had begun to be drained from me.

[jane_summers]

I took a look at Aunt Dawn as she quickly begin to become energyless. As she slowly slipped to the ground I followed. Aunt Dawn called for Tara. What is Tara going to do? Oh right she is a witch. All of a sudden this electric pain struck again. I turn on my back and stare at the ceiling. Where is Tara? Where is Mom? Isn't there anyone who can help. The pain is too much.

"Mom! Tara! Anyone!" I scream. Holding Aunt Dawn's hand I look over at the bed, Joyce was still there. Good, I'm really worried about her. I hope she is okay.

[tarais_magic]

"Mom!Tara!Anyone!"

I heard the screams of Jane as I leaped off the bed to spring into action.

As I reached the door, I saw Dawn being drained of her energy.

"What in the name of God?" I questioned.

I glanced at Jane and saw a ball of greenish light energy. I immediately searched through my mind to see if I could reconize it. Unfortunately, I didn't. But It did resemble a mystical force I once read about on one of the Scooby's researches.
Diagon's sphere?

"Is it really that?" No, it couldn't be could it?
Well, maybe it will react like it.

I searched for a place to concentrate my energy on. Somewhere I could contain the mystic ball until we could restrian it to the box.

I quickly paniced though at the sight of Dawnie. I searched for something....anything.

My eyes fell upon a candle holder.

[jane_summers]

I look at Tara. It looks like she is doing something witchy.

"What is it? What are you doing?" I asked her. Maybe I shouldn't ask her anything because it might break her concentration. I crawl over to Aunt Dawn and try to pull her out of the bathroom. With success I lay her against the bed and return to Tara.

I look at the box. It was still erupting that green light. I really want to know what it is and if it was bad. I give Tara a concerned look. What is she doing?

[made_by_monks]

With Jane's help I made it out of the bathroom, resting a moment on the floor as I leaned against the bed.

Slowly I made it to my feet, sitting myself on the edge of the bed, the same one Jane had gotten Joyce to. I reached over, brushing a few strands from her face, then lightly pressed two fingers to the side of my daughter's neck. I felt a sigh of relief leave me when I felt a pulse against my fingertips. She seemed fine and just seemed to be resting peacefully.

I got myself to my feet once more, slow steps taken toward the bathroom.

"Jane, come out of there." I said. I didn't know what the box contained and was definitely not going to allow anything to happen to my niece. I knew Tara was trying to contain whatever was seeping out of the box otherwise I would have insisted she leave the bathroom as well.

[jane_summers]

I looked from Aunt Dawn to Tara and Aunt Dawn to Tara again. I listen to Aunt Dawn and I leave the bathroom. I go to Joyce and hold her hand. All of a sudden I heard a big crack sound.

"What the hell was that?" I yell to Aunt Dawn and Tara.

What was that? I'm still by Joyce's side and I'm going to stay stationary. Maybe I should move her? I don't know. Where's Mom?

[the_golden_girl]

So much for drawing on the walls, I thought and hurried myself into action. Not even a day on the Hellmouth and already shit was hitting the fan. I knew without hesitation or thought, that the reason for this commotion was from that box. How the hell did I manage to leave it in the care of a fifteen year old?! I was going to chide myself later for that one. For now, I needed to find something, anything at all to keep that box from causing anymore damage, or rather the energy from it

[made_by_monks]

"Got it!" I called out, my strength seemed to be returning, hearing Buffy. Moving to the other side of the bed I reached for the phone and dialed Giles' room.

[tarais_magic]

"Break thy forces, break thy hold,
Let the power and energy refold,
In day and in night,
Bind this seeping ball of light!
So mote it be!"

I cast the spell as forcefully as possible. In return, the energy ball flew over to the candle holder and hovered above it, as I had hoped it would.
I actually smiled. I ran over to retrieve the box from Buffy.
Taking it, I opened the box and quickly captured it. I slammed the box shut.

"Contain"
I whispered.

Next thing I knew, I was passed out on the floor...stupid power drainage.

[jane_summers]

I get up and run to Mom's bag. I grabbed three magic books for Tara. I put the books on the rim of the sink in the bathroom. It was balanced on the corner so they wouldn't fall over. I step out of Tara's way just as she casts a spell.

"Wow that was awesome!" I smiled toward Tara and then looked at Mom. I really hope she isn't mad at me. I walk out and sit next to Aunt Dawn and Joyce.

"Is she Okay?" I asked Aunt Dawn with a concerned look.

[the_golden_girl]

Thank god! The spell worked insantly as soon as Tara said the word; contain. For a second, I thought she said condom. -God, is my mind going off subject or what?- Shaking my hands once I removed them from the box, I heard Dawn busy on the phone, talking away to Giles. Coming out of the bathroom left me to find another mess. Joyce was still unconcious, Jane looked as if she'd freak out any moment and Dawn had worry written all across her face

[tarais_magic]

Urg...stupid headache!

As I came too, I noticed someone holding me. I had to squint to see a face. My mind was still hazy from the whole spell ordeal.

"W-Willow?" I thought I saw her features, but then the face became clear.
"Urg, no, hey Buffy," I said weakly. Then I winced, not so much from pain, though there was pain, but from the way I had spoke to Buffy.
I backtracked.
"That's not what I meant!" I tried to apologize, but my head decided to join the circus and was practicing for the jumping, swinging, and flipping audition. I just sorta fell back on her. Thank God she's a Slayer.

I heard some lecture to Jane from Buffy and I just let her speak. I wandered into a simi-subconcious before just plain falling asleep. Maybe tomorrow would be better.

[the_golden_girl]

I felt the stirring of a body and knew immeditately that it was Tara. Without hesitation, my lecture to Jane finished and I was smiling down at Tara. A hand stroking over the side of her face. "No, sorry. Just me, Buffy." I knew that Tara's subconscious left her longing for Willow to be safe and after years apart, I was sure Tara needed to see her redheaded ex-girlfriend all over. The same as the rest of us did. To know she was safe and sound.

As Tara announced that it wasn't what she meant, I laughed, "I know. Don't worry. Angel at one time thought Willow was me. So, I guess we resemble one another." I have no idea how I was able to hold my smile at that memory. I remember it all so vividly. The way he looked so fragile and the way he was ready to give up. But, I forced him to live. I brought out Angelus and let him drink. Forever laying claim to me with that scar mark. One that I was just as equally ashamed of as I was proud. I remember telling Riley how it was a dog bite. Same as I told anyone else that asked about it

[made_by_monks]

Catching a glimpse of Buffy's movement of her hands, I held up a finger, indicating to her to give me a moment as I was in mid conversation with Giles trying to see if he might know anything about the box Buffy had somehow gotten into her possession.

[jane_summers]

I looked at Tara on the ground. I didn't mean to say that her on the ground was awesome, which it wasn't. The spell that she casted was soo cool. Dawn was on the phone with Mr. Giles. I hope he can help out. I feel really bad. It's all my fault. Joyce is hurt, Tara is hurt, Mom is hurt. It's all my fault. I went into the other room. I can do no more good here. I sat in the kitchen area and just cried.

Crying is never bad for the soul. It releases a lot of stress and whatnot. Why am I so stupid? Why did I do that? I'm such a klutz. I hate it.