Call Waiting: Kennedy

by: Pete Meilinger

Rating: PG

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"Okay, back up," Kennedy said. "Who are you again?"

"Just a friend," came the response, in a voice that rose and fell melodiously. "And a witch."

"I'm dating a witch, and even she doesn't dress as funky as you."

"To each their own," the witch replied. "But my style of dress is not what I've come to discuss."

"Sure," Kennedy said. "You're here to discuss shoes, you said?"

"Magic shoes," the witch corrected.

"Magic shoes," Kennedy said, humoring the witch. "Why do I need magic shoes? I'm a Slayer."

"Yes," the witch agreed, "but only one amongst many. These shoes will ensure that you become the most powerful Slayer in all the land!"

Kennedy thought about that, then nodded. "Okay, then. I'll take 'em. Worth a shot, anyway. They're just shoes, right? What's the worst that could happen? What I don't get, though, is what do you get out of the deal?"

The witch laughed, like a bird trilling its song. "I don't need anything but the knowledge that I've helped a worthy champion, my dear."

"'Champion,'" Kennedy said, trying the title on for size. "Champion. I like the sound of that. Yeah." She smiled. "What do I do?"

"You merely need to put the shoes on."

Kennedy kicked off her sneakers and slid her feet into the shoes. They fit perfectly. "Magic," she muttered. She looked down at the shoes ruefully. "Don't you have any other colors?" she asked the witch.

"I'm afraid not, dear. Now click your heels together three times."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Kennedy shrugged. She clicked her heels together as ordered.

"I feel like an..."

Her words were cut off as a whirling vortex of magical energy appeared out of nowhere and consumed her. With a pop of displaced air, the vortex and Slayer disappeared.

The witch looked at the space Kennedy had recently occupied, and she smiled.

"You can come out, dear," she called.

Willow Rosenberg peeked around a nearby corner.

"She's gone?" Willow asked.

"And never coming back," the witch assured her.

Willow smiled and ran around the corner, clapping her hands in glee. "Thank you, Glinda! I really owe you one."

"It was nothing," Glinda said. "You really helped us out here, actually. The vampires have been getting out of control lately. They attacked the annual Lollipop Guild meeting last week!"

"Well, I'm very glad to provide Oz with its very own Slayer, and I'm very glad to get rid of Kennedy. Two birds with one stone!"

"May I ask why you had to contact me to get rid of her?"

Willow shrugged. "I tried breaking up with her a few times, but she just wouldn't take the hint. This seemed like the easiest way."

"Fair enough," Glinda said. "Well, it was good to see you, but I should be getting home. I have to explain things to Kennedy and make her comfortable in her new home."

"Great," Willow said. "Say goodbye to her for me, would you?"

"Certainly, dear. And what will you do now that she's gone?"

A lustful gleam appeared in Willow's eye.

"Oh, I've got plans," she said. "Xander will be home from work any minute now. I've got just enough time to arrange a welcome for him in his room."

"What sort of welcome?"

"Well, I don't want to say too much, but it involves chocolate sauce, handcuffs, and no clothes of any kind. See ya!"

Glinda smiled as she watched Willow walk away.

"Ah, to be young again," she said, before she waved her magic wand and returned home to Oz.

END

NOTE: I don't really know anything at all about Kennedy other than the fact that lots and lots of fans seem to hate her. So I figured, give her the unhappy ending and make room for Willow/Xander, which y'all know I'm always in favor of.

Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, David Greenwalt, Greenwolf Productions, Sand Dollar, and the Kuzuis. This fan-written fiction intends no infringement on any copyrights.