Dot's Ficlet
by Dot

“‘Perhaps I am drunk. Why aren’t you drunk? Why don’t.....'”

“Willow! Willow are you in here?” Willow scrunched her nose and snuggled down lower in her chair. Whatever it is now, Buffy, I’m sure it can wait another paragraph. She refocused: “...Why don’t you ever get drunk, Robert?'”

“WILLOW! Giles, where’s Wil? It’s important.”

So is reading a great book, Willow answered silently. To some of us, anyway. Hacking against the powers of evil can wait another minute. “...drunk, Robert? You know you didn’t have a very good time at San Sebastian...”

“There you are!” Buffy exclaimed. “Didn’t you hear me?”

“Um, huh?” Willow blinked owlishly. “I guess I kinda got carried away. Ernest’ll do that to a gal.”

Buffy interrupted, “There’s been an accident. It’s Xander.”

“The Sun Also Rises” hit the floor as Willow jumped up. “What is it? A vampire? What? Where is he?”

“No, no. And he’s fine. Well, not fine exactly. Which is why he asked me to come get you. It was by the bleachers. The cheerleaders were....Well, I’d better let him tell you.”

Willow flew past Buffy, a whirl of plaid, gleaming auburn, and white skin. There was a shriek and a clattering crash as she tumbled down the narrow staircase, landing at the bottom with a loud cracking noise. Giles rushed over.

“It’s broken,” he said matter of factly. “I’ll call an ambulance.”

Willow grimaced and looked back up the staircase at the Slayer above.“Buffy?”

“I know,” Buffy replied. “I’ll go let Xander know. There’s been an accident.”

~Fin~

 

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