I'm so lost
So I'm sitting on Giles couch. The fabric is the usual colors. I look around the room and everything looks as it should be. There's nothing out of place. Nothing except Buffy's missing. Buffy, has been missing for awhile.
I guess for the first time I can remember, I'm not sure what to say. Giles keeps asking us to say something but I don't know what. What am I supposed to feel?
There's this long stares back between Wesley and Giles. The sign that I know how they get with their furrowed brows. It must be an English thing.
Faith keeps pacing and looking at her feet. She is thinking about Buffy.
Xander and Dawn are kind of huddled on the couch.
I don't want to let go of Tara's non-broken arm.
And Spike, I don't know where he is but I bet he doesn't want to get toasty again.
There's all this awkward silence and I feel like nothing's going to break it.
Until finally, I do, and take a deep breath. "So, Buffy, not here. We should, probably not sit here?"
"We're kinda trying here to think of something aren't we Giles?"
Giles paces, and takes off his glasses. "I'm not sure what we can do Willow."
I blink. "No there's something. We have to do something!"
"Like what Willow?" Xander peers at me.
"I don't know, but something. Better than sitting around. Buffy wouldn't want us to sit around. I mean okay so she almost killed us. Big deal, that doesn't mean we can just wait around."
Faith peers at me, "So what's your big plan Red, cause I don't hear any suggestions poppin' from your mouth."
I quirk a brow at her. "I'm not the plans girl."
Wesley blinks at me. "Clearly you're not."
"Hey. Wait a second, I'm not the one who was all woo and hoo with the desouling of Angel."
"Maybe if you had been more of a powerful.." He snarls at me.
Tara spoke up, "Hey, she is."
Xander shakes his head and looks at his feet with Dawn.
Giles shouted, "ENOUGH! Now, we have to figure out a plan. Clearly Buffy is not in her right state of mind. The only solution I fear is to.." and Giles can't finish.
I swallow. "There has to be another way. No one wants to finish your sentence. But maybe there isn't. Maybe," I stood up. "We've been thinking about this the wrong way. Like energy is this ball thing, you can't just decompose it that quickly out of someone. You have to find some way to harness it and channel it. Maybe what's in Buffy just needs to be extracted into some kind of container."
"It's not that simple Willow," Xander tells me.
"But it is, I can do it."
"No you couldn't save Angel, why would you be able to do this?" Wesley comes at me.
I curl my fist around, and some of Giles tea pots start to rise in the kitchen along with some glass that falls and smashes from my angry thoughts. "Wesley, it's not my fault, Buffy lost her mind."
"You obviously can't get it back." He goes into the kitchen to clean up the tea pots. "You have no control. No one has any control. The rest of you are unable to imagine the power of a Slayer truly in her rawest form."
Giles grabs Wesley by the arm. "Enough from you."
Faith finally speaks. "Wes is right," her voice actually lowered.
Tara comes over to me and tries to comfort me but I don't want to hear it. "I'm going outside. When you all decide that you think I'm nothing but some wrong witch let me know. But in the mean time, Buffy has to be taken care of."
I fly past Tara and go sit outside with my knees curled to my chest.
I guess for the first time I can remember, I'm not sure what to say. Giles keeps asking us to say something but I don't know what. What am I supposed to feel?
There's this long stares back between Wesley and Giles. The sign that I know how they get with their furrowed brows. It must be an English thing.
Faith keeps pacing and looking at her feet. She is thinking about Buffy.
Xander and Dawn are kind of huddled on the couch.
I don't want to let go of Tara's non-broken arm.
And Spike, I don't know where he is but I bet he doesn't want to get toasty again.
There's all this awkward silence and I feel like nothing's going to break it.
Until finally, I do, and take a deep breath. "So, Buffy, not here. We should, probably not sit here?"
"We're kinda trying here to think of something aren't we Giles?"
Giles paces, and takes off his glasses. "I'm not sure what we can do Willow."
I blink. "No there's something. We have to do something!"
"Like what Willow?" Xander peers at me.
"I don't know, but something. Better than sitting around. Buffy wouldn't want us to sit around. I mean okay so she almost killed us. Big deal, that doesn't mean we can just wait around."
Faith peers at me, "So what's your big plan Red, cause I don't hear any suggestions poppin' from your mouth."
I quirk a brow at her. "I'm not the plans girl."
Wesley blinks at me. "Clearly you're not."
"Hey. Wait a second, I'm not the one who was all woo and hoo with the desouling of Angel."
"Maybe if you had been more of a powerful.." He snarls at me.
Tara spoke up, "Hey, she is."
Xander shakes his head and looks at his feet with Dawn.
Giles shouted, "ENOUGH! Now, we have to figure out a plan. Clearly Buffy is not in her right state of mind. The only solution I fear is to.." and Giles can't finish.
I swallow. "There has to be another way. No one wants to finish your sentence. But maybe there isn't. Maybe," I stood up. "We've been thinking about this the wrong way. Like energy is this ball thing, you can't just decompose it that quickly out of someone. You have to find some way to harness it and channel it. Maybe what's in Buffy just needs to be extracted into some kind of container."
"It's not that simple Willow," Xander tells me.
"But it is, I can do it."
"No you couldn't save Angel, why would you be able to do this?" Wesley comes at me.
I curl my fist around, and some of Giles tea pots start to rise in the kitchen along with some glass that falls and smashes from my angry thoughts. "Wesley, it's not my fault, Buffy lost her mind."
"You obviously can't get it back." He goes into the kitchen to clean up the tea pots. "You have no control. No one has any control. The rest of you are unable to imagine the power of a Slayer truly in her rawest form."
Giles grabs Wesley by the arm. "Enough from you."
Faith finally speaks. "Wes is right," her voice actually lowered.
Tara comes over to me and tries to comfort me but I don't want to hear it. "I'm going outside. When you all decide that you think I'm nothing but some wrong witch let me know. But in the mean time, Buffy has to be taken care of."
I fly past Tara and go sit outside with my knees curled to my chest.