Wolves, Slayers and Cages by Frau Hunter Ash

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Summary: Everyone tries to deal with Willow’s lycanthropy and things go into crisis when Willow disappears and it looks like the Initiative is involved.

"Do we have enough tranquilizers for several hostiles for the day?" Joyce asked Scully as they rode in the back of the specially designed bus. Xander wasn't exactly known for his smooth driving and adjusting to the size of a small school bus wasn't going well either. Joyce just hoped he wouldn't crash into anything and attract attention.

"Yes, I have no idea how Mulder pulled this off," Scully commented, roaming around the bus and investigating it. "I think someone on the hill is unhappy with this project and is secretly funding us."

"Capital Hill, someone in political power who wants the Initiative shut down but can't do it legally for some reason," Scully explained as she admired the planning the Initiative put into everything.

The bus was perfect for transporting "Hostiles," as they were called. There were two slots for hospital gurneys and several built in cots against the steel walls. Thick iron gates, forming tiny cells, surrounded the cots. A couple of the regular bus seats were also sectioned off with iron grating from the driver as well as four seats up front.

Scully had discovered a large cabinet area that held restraints of all kinds and sizes and a medicine cabinet, which had been empty.

"What will you do if Willow is hurt mentally and physically?" Scully questioned. "If Buffy does wipe out their records, Mulder and I might be able to get her and the others some help."

"Thank you but I think everyone will want to avoid government help for awhile," Joyce smiled slightly, shifting slightly on the uncomfortable seat. "We'll take care of Willow, whatever she needs to recover. The others will be taken to Los Angeles; Buffy and the gang have friends there who can help."

"This is just so unbelievable," Scully complained. "I'm helping save a werewolf from the government, for which I work for, and aiding in the destruction of a government group."

"You're helping us rescue a kidnapped young woman from an illegal government group," Tara countered. "Willow might be a werewolf three nights out of the month but she's still an American citizen and didn't agree to be subjected to medical testing."

Scully frowned and Joyce decided to leave the agent with her thoughts, unaware that Scully was remembering several months of her life that were still unaccounted for and the evidence there was that she had been experimented on as well. <Maybe it was even the same government group>, she thought with an intense frown.

"I'm sorry, you're right," Scully said softly. "I just wish we could do this through legal means."

"I'm sorry if you're putting your career at stake, you haven't even met Willow," Joyce commented.

"It's not my career. God knows I put that in danger every day I'm with Mulder and the X-Files," Scully smiled slightly. "It's the legality of everything. I believe in the law and doing things the right way."

"I agree most of the time," Brad joined in the conversation, leaning over the back of a seat. "That's why I became a cop in New York and then I moved to Sunnydale to give my kids a safe place to grow up in."

"Yeah, I then discover that we moved over one of the mouths of Hell," he smiled. "To make it safe for my kids, I have to bend the rules sometimes. I don't believe the Initiative is playing by the rules that our government originally intended, so I don't have a problem stealing Willow back from them when they kidnapped her in the first place."

"Hey, guys, private airport road coming up," Xander announced and only ground two gears as he shifted down to make the turn onto the dirt road. Joyce gritted her teeth and Scully grabbed onto an overhead bar to balance. "Sorry." Xander called to the back.

Buffy, her back to Anya, reflected that everything seemed to be going their way for once. Which usually meant things were about to fall apart and go insane. Scully had reported that she and the rest of the group had no trouble signing the bus out of the repair shop. Their orders hadn't been questioned at all, even in the middle of the night.

The mechanic reported that the oil leak had been fixed and hadn't even given the small group a second look after seeing Xander and Brad in camouflaged uniforms and Joyce, Tara and Scully in medical coats with proper IDs clipped to their coats.

Unknown to him and the rest of the Initiative, the real transport crew had received last minute orders via the computer, canceling their mission.

The saboteurs were now on their way to take over the transport of Willow and the other Hostiles.

Buffy, Anya, and Spike were busy bracing themselves against the walls of the machines they were hiding in as they were bounced around slightly in the back of the delivery truck.

Anya was mercifully quiet for once and Buffy found that she wasn't up for conversation either as they rode along in the claustrophobic boxes in the dark.

Buffy's sharp ears caught the motion and sound of the truck gearing down for something and listened closely. When the truck started moving again at its regular pace, the Slayer figured it had merely been a stop sign.

"Buffy, I want you to know, I am in love with Xander and would like you to tell him if something goes wrong," Anya said softly.

"No, it's a very scary word. It means that the relationship is very deep and not just great orgasms," Anya explained.

"I understand that one," Buffy grinned in the dark. "Nothing is going to go wrong and you can tell him yourself when we get out of here."

"Okay. You tell Tara and Willow I couldn't live without them, right? And that I love the rest of you guys."

Buffy had no idea how long they had been traveling but impatiently figured they had to be close to the University by now.

The truck stopped longer this time and Buffy thought she could make out voices outside the truck. She quickly reached over and squeezed Anya's shoulder reassuringly when they heard the back of the truck open up.

"Three crates, some kind of machines. Computers or something," Mulder answered in a voice that was an octave lower than his normal voice.

"Open them up," the male voice demanded and the three hidden saboteurs heard and felt someone jump up into the truck.

A moment later Anya winced at the sound of nails being pulled out of the crate they were in by a crowbar. Buffy shifted and clasped her hand over Anya's mouth as the wooden lid of the crate hit the floor with a loud crash.

"Okay, back the truck up to the service entrance, take the elevator down," the voice instructed. "Turn left past the warehouse area and leave the crates in the third room on the right."

"You got it. Leave a copy of the invoice on top of one of the crates and sign out when you come back up the elevator," the voice instructed.

Buffy felt Anya's heart begin racing faster and knew hers was also up a few beats. <One thing about the Scooby Gang,> she reflected, <they didn't need drugs. Slaying and living through the things they faced was enough of an adrenaline rush for anyone.>

Xander and Joyce were sitting on some crates in the shade while they waited for the private plane to land. Brad and Tara paced restlessly and Scully kept watching the sky.

"One coming in!" Scully called out and everyone got to their feet, trying not to look as anxious as they felt.

It seemed to take forever for the small cargo plane to approach the runaway, line up, land and actually taxi to a stop near the small group and the bus. Xander thought he was going to dance out of his skin from impatience and felt the same energy radiating from Tara as well.

"Easy, guys," Brad suggested softly. "This is just routine, remember. You've seen a 100 Hostiles before. Remember, they aren't considered human."

Xander leaned against one of the crates, his weapon casually over his shoulder. Tara pretended to consult her notebook; and Joyce and Scully appeared to be in a deep discussion while Brad watched the airport personnel place blocks behind the wheel and begin their usual routine of going over the airplane and refilling it.

Finally the door opened and a figure in military fatigues jumped out and pushed a set of steps against the open door.

"Hey you two!" he yelled to Brad and Xander. "Secure that rifle and get over here!"

Xander, noting the man's rank as Staff Sergeant in the Army, moved to quickly hand his weapon to Tara and trot over to the plane with Brad.

"You two help with the unloading," he instructed, pointing to the back of the plane where the tail was being lowered to the cargo space. "I haven't seen you two before, you new?"

The Staff Sergeant looked both of them over closely, taking in Xander's fresh military haircut, crisp uniform and United States Marine Corps emblem and rank of Corporal.

Brad's uniform wasn't as crisp and his trousers were tucked into his boots instead of boot blousers[1] like Xanders and his uniform said he was with the United States Army, 82nd Airborne, and a Sergeant.

It had been Xander's idea to have them be from two different branches of the military and to have obvious difference in the uniforms and appearances.

The Staff Sergeant nodded for them to get to the back of the plane, apparently convinced by those differences.

"Xander, I owe you a beer," Brad whispered as they trotted to the end of the plane.

Joyce and Scully moved forward to greet the medical personnel exiting the airplane next to the SSgt.

The next half-hour was spent unloading one vampire, encased in a black plastic box on a gurney and a demon, restrained at the wrists and feet with iron chains. Joyce pretended to know what the medical technician was reporting to her and asked general health questions that might be expected in a "medical transport" situation. Scully was a little more detailed in her questions and the medical officer eagerly answered her questions.

"You know, Dr. Anderson," the other doctor, a Doctor Silas, smiled. "It's nice to see someone who is really curious and not jaded after handling so many Hostiles."

"Well," Scully answered. "I've discovered that each case is different, no matter how many times you see a vampire, each one has a different story and level of progression."

"Exactly! Like the next two cases," Silas commented, moving around to the back of the plane. "Both are werewolves, a male and a female. The male is blind but still dangerous as hell and very experienced."

"Full voluntarily conversion," Silas grinned, his face reflecting his enthusiasm. "He can change at will any time, day or night."

"Is the change still involuntary on the full moon?" Scully asked, hoping it was a good question.

"Yes, even when he tried to fight it at the lab, he still changed," Silas nodded. "He is more Hostile on the full moons, very little of the humanity coming through in his thinking, but other times when he changes, the human is in control over the wolf."

Brad and Xander glanced at each other, their eyes wide, silently asking each other if they had heard the description about the male werewolf correctly. Brad nodded slightly.

"A female werewolf, her first total change took place last night," Silas answered. "She has an injured hand that your crew will have to decide what to do about. Details are in her chart."

Brad looked up to take the end of the outgoing gurney and quickly dropped his head.

"Hey, I'm going to check the restraints on the bus, can you get this one?" he suddenly asked Xander.

"Yes, sure, Sarge," Xander asked, his face a question as he grabbed the gurney and wheeled the semi-conscious Willow out of the plane. He stopped the gurney by Scully for her "medical" check.

"That tech inside is one of my police officers from Sunnydale, the one from the hospital," he whispered.

"Oh damnit!" Xander growled. "Okay, keep your cover low and stay out of his sight."

"Hat, your hat!" Xander hissed and went to the back of the plane, suddenly knowing that the police officer would probably recognize him as well. Xander just hoped that his military bearing and uniform would confuse the officer long enough for them to get out of there.

He barely glanced up as he grabbed the gurney containing a groggy Oz. Xander fought hard to keep his face neutral as he recognized the scruffy musician in his hands.

"Yes, ma'am," he said and wheeled the gurney to where Tara was waiting to help load Willow into the bus. "What did you do with the others?" Brad asked as he began shoving the gurney onto the ramp.

"Safely locked away. The vampire is in his box in one of the cages, the demon is in one of the seats. We'll keep this one on the gurney."

"We don't know what mental shape she's in," Tara said, her voice threatening to crack.

Xander stopped next to Scully with the gurney containing Oz when the Initiative officer stepped out from behind the plane and spotted Brad walking over to grab Oz's gurney.

"Don't move!" he shouted and the Staff Sergeant and Dr. Silas found themselves looking at a pistol in Scully's hand.

Brad and Tara ran over to grab the gurney and began to wheel it towards the bus.

"We are freeing kidnapped victims from your unlawful detention, Doctor," Scully responded.

"Not from these legal citizens!" Joyce countered, taking the pistol from the police officer's combat belt and headed for the bus.

"Get the last one on board and disable the plane," Scully ordered Brad and Xander.

Joyce screamed when another soldier appeared around behind the police officer soldier with a pistol in hand and Xander fell clutching his shoulder.

The Staff Sergeant grabbed Scully and struggled with her over her pistol as Brad returned fire, grabbing Xander by the collar and pulling him towards the bus.

The soldier with the weapon barely missed Scully with his next few rounds. She spun the SSgt around and winced as he took the next three rounds in the center of his back.

The soldier with the weapon moved around the other side of the plane as Brad fired, hitting his fellow police officer in the center of the chest. Then he shot Doctor Silas as the doctor continued fighting with Scully.

Tara pulled the gurney with Oz on it alongside the bus, hoping to get him out of the line of fire as the soldier continued firing at all of them. The soldier rushed over to the bus and threw several objects inside.

"Grenades!" Xander screamed and Brad dropped his collar and rushed towards the bus but fell to the tarmac holding his leg, trying to stop the sudden bleeding.

Oz growled as he changed into werewolf form and extended his hands into claws and ripped at the restraints holding him now that he was no longer drugged.

Buffy pulled the lever that controlled the panel of the machine they were hiding in and carefully moved it aside. She discovered that they were in a computer room with no one in sight.

She glanced around quickly and was very satisfied, a windowless, nondescript room with several huge computers and four smaller ones on simple government tables. Buffy motioned Anya out and tapped on top of the other two machines that had been brought in with hers.

A moment later Spike kicked open the false front and Buffy caught it with a snarl.

The Slayer turned her back on the vampire and sat down at one of computers and slipped the disk into the drive. Buffy typed in several lines of code from the piece of paper Mulder had given her. She waited for five minutes while data was transferred and then Buffy quickly booted up the disk and clicked on the icon. The screen changed to show something downloading with a bar marking its progress.

"We wait for the alarms and stuff to go off; we'll slip out in the confusion," Buffy announced as she pulled a pistol out of her lab coat. She tried not to giggle at the sight of Spike in a black t-shirt and military fatigues. Anya had a lab coat that matched hers.

"Probably best," Mulder commented. "Much longer and someone is bound to go to work in that room."

"Yes, of course," Giles muttered. "I just wish we knew what was going on in Las Vegas."

Oz reached the end of the bus, half turned into a werewolf, still half human. He leaped easily into the bus and sniffed.

Oz followed her voice and sliced through the restraints and lifted Willow into his arms.

"This way! Follow me, four more steps!" Tara yelled as she jumped out of the bus.

"Willow! Tara!" Xander screamed as he pulled the hot metal away from where he had last seen Tara. A moment later Brad, Joyce and Scully were next to him, pulling aside pieces of the bus until they could see under the burnt out wreck.

"Get them on the plane; we'll use it to get out of here!" Scully instructed. "Xander, convince the pilot that we're going with him on his return trip."

"She can't hear us," Scully said. "The explosion, all she can hear is ringing right now. What about the others?"

Brad nodded and looked in the back of the bus and shook his head. He bent down and turned over the one remaining Hostile.

The detective returned to the side of the bus and shook his head. "No survivors."

"Let's get these two on the plane," Scully instructed and helped Tara to her feet. Brad leaned heavily on Tara's shoulders as the witch shook her head, trying to clear it.

Joyce and Scully pulled Willow up between them as the young woman tried to open her eyes.

They belted Willow and Tara onto gurneys and while the women worked at shutting the doors, Brad grabbed his cell phone.

"Brad here, having a great time here, Giles. Lady Luck deserted me for a while but I'm walking away a winner and going to head home now. I've decided to catch a flight instead of driving. Why don't you pick me up," Brad said and hung up.

"Oh, thank God," Giles muttered as the phone clicked off. "They got Willow. Something went wrong and they're flying back."

"One more minute," Mulder announced, looking at his watch while they waited on the street outside the Frat house.

Giles grinned as "students" began pouring out of the Frat House. He and Mulder could hear faint sirens from inside the house. Soon the Initiative soldiers were followed by people in lab coats, military fatigues and surgical scrubs.

Both men stepped out of the truck, hands resting in their pockets, hands on pistols as they watched anxiously for Buffy, Anya and Spike.

Buffy quickly moved through the crowd in the hallway. Everyone was shouting and moving back and forth, demanding answers or shouting orders that no one was hearing over the klaxons.

"Hey!" one of Riley's commandos stepped in front of her and Buffy quickly kicked him between the legs and finished the attack off with a right cross. She grabbed him and tossed him to two of his platoon mates.

Anya stomped on one guy's foot as he got in her way and threw him aside as he danced on one foot.

Spike bumped into a security guard and tossed the guy through the window of one of the offices.

"Willow?" Joyce asked as Scully unbuckled Tara's restraints. The young witch sat up quickly and grabbed her head as she winced in pain. Scully held her for a moment until Tara opened her eyes and nodded.

"Get the lab coats off," Scully instructed, helping Tara out of hers. "Try to reach her while I tend to Brad's leg and Xander's shoulder."

"Willow?" Tara said softly, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks as she held Willow's good hand. "Willow? We're going home, home to Buffy."

Tara glanced around, taking in Xander holding a pistol on the pilot, Scully ripping Brad's trouser leg open so she could see his bullet wound and no one else in the plane with them.

"We disabled their phones and all Initiative personnel were killed," Brad was telling Scully.

"Good, if Buffy was successful, then all their records are erased by now and they have no record of Willow or the others," Scully said.

"I saw his body, he was thrown out of the bus by the explosion," he told everyone else.

"He s-saved Willow," Tara explained. "I c-couldn't get her s-straps undone. He came into the b-bus and sliced them and c-carried her out. He c-couldn't see, he followed my voice," Tara began crying freely.

///Willow?/// Tara reached out with her mind and spirit, letting her love through the contact. ///Willow? Come on, Baby. Come back to me. We'll be home with Buffy soon.///

The blonde witch felt Willow's shield shift a little and took a deep breath. She concentrated on the mental image of the huge wall Willow was projecting and began letting her mind chip at it.

///Willow, come on, Baby./// Tara tried again. ///I love you and I can't do this without you.///

More stones fell at her feet. Tara concentrated even harder and the wall dissolved.

Buffy and Anya appeared from around the side of the Frat house with someone between them covered with a blanket.

Giles quickly moved to the back of the truck and opened the door as the two young women and a vampire hurried across the lawn towards the vehicle.

Buffy grabbed Spike by his collar and threw him into truck and jumped in after him. Giles grabbed Anya by her waist and helped her in behind the other two and shut the door.

They both ducked down in the seat when a massive explosion rocked the truck and sent everyone on the street to the ground.

"Any word on Willow?" Buffy demanded from the back of the truck and he waved her to be quiet. After a moment he put the phone down.

"Yes, Brad called and said they're bringing her home," he answered. "Something went wrong but they're coming home by plane."

"I don't know, he kept it short and coded," Giles explained. "Can you sense anything?"

"No," Buffy said, her voice a little more softly. "I can't sense anything on Tara or Willow."

"Brad or Agent Scully would call if something was wrong," Giles tried to reassure her.

"And what shall I get Spike? A pig to go?" Giles quipped and was pleased to hear Buffy's laugh.

Tara mentally calmed her breathing and got her sense of balance. She shut out the flashes of light and noises attempting to overwhelm her.

Tara felt Willow's warmth, her, and spirit touch hers and backed out slowly back into her own consciousness before opening her eyes.

Willow blinked again and focused on her lover. Tara sobbed in relief when Willow attempted a small smile.

"Oz?" Willow asked, her voice sounding like she had been gargling glass or had a throat infection for two weeks.

"He saved you," Tara answered. "He got you out of there before the Initiative blew up the bus with the others in it. Oz didn't get out in time."

"Oz could have stayed outside the bus but he went in after you," Tara explained.

"He was a good guy at the end," Willow nodded, stroking Tara's hair as the witch leaned against her chest. The red-haired witch wiped at the tears escaping from her eyes. "I love you."

Scully finished bandaging Xander's shoulder while Brad watched the pilot and moved down the plane to the two college students.

"I'm Dana Scully," she said softly, taking note of Willow's guarded expression and shaking hand as she sat down in one of the seats next to Tara.

Willow's eyes were sunken, darkened and fearful. Scully recognized the typical signs of someone coming out of a trauma.

"I'm Mulder's partner. I'm a Special Agent with the FBI and I'm also a doctor," she said slowly. "I'd like to examine you, I'm not going to draw any blood or anything like that and I'm not going to give you a shot, okay?"

Willow whimpered and leaned into Tara's arm as the witch wrapped her arm around Willow's shoulder.

"Its okay, Willow," Tara said softly. "She's with Mulder and she helped us get you back."

"Okay," Willow whispered and Scully carefully took Willow's broken hand and examined the fingers and the cracked cast closely. She took the edge of her badge and ran it over the tips, gauging Willow's reactions and nodded after a moment.

"I don't think you hurt the hand last night. I want to wrap the cast and put your arm back in a sling. Is that okay?"

"You've both got a couple of cuts and scrapes on your faces and hands, I'll let Joyce clean up," Scully suggested.

"Its okay, Willow," Joyce said softly, taking Tara into the hug as well. "We'll be home soon."

"Mulder and Buffy are sabotaging the Initiative's computers, all over the world, and taking out the Center in Sunnydale," Scully answered as she began wrapping Willow's cast.

Mulder jumped out of the truck and dashed into the small office of the airport manager.

"Special Agent, FBI," Mulder announced, flashing his FBI badge. "You've got a plane coming in from Las Vegas. I want you and your personnel gone for the next hour. The plane is carrying a federally protected witness."

"I want you and your crew out of here in five minutes until I put my witness in the back of that truck!" Mulder yelled, drawing his gun.

"You make one phone call and you'll find yourself in a cell tonight, clear?" Mulder demanded.

"Good, you have your orders, soldier," Mulder snapped, taking a chance that the personnel of the private airport were part of the Initiative personnel.

"Yes, sir," the middle aged male snapped and quickly stumbled out of the office, calling for his three man crew.

Mulder watched from the door of the hanger with his gun casually in his hand as the manager and his three workers climbed into an old beat up pickup and drove off towards town.

Giles jumped out of the delivery truck and opened the back. He noticed Spike hovering far in the back, away from the sunlight.

"Mulder got rid of the airport workers, we got a call from Brad that they'll be here in ten minutes," Giles explained.

"Let's get into the hanger in case those workers call for verification or backup," Giles suggested.

Mulder trotted over to the back of truck. He reached into a small box in the back of the truck and bent down. Giles glanced down and saw the FBI agent changing the license plate on the truck.

"Behind the seat are some sticky labels, change the signs on the side of the truck cab," Mulder instructed. "There's also clothes, Giles."

Buffy moved to change the 'company logos' on the truck while Giles pulled off his delivery man clothes and reached for a dress shirt to go over his t-shirt.

After changing the truck and, along with Giles and Mulder, the small group waited just inside the hanger, impatiently.

Finally, a small plane approached and landed smoothly, stopping in front of the hanger and an anxious Slayer.

Buffy stood in front of the plane and spotted Brad holding a pistol on the pilot. The police detective waved and disappeared with the pilot. In a moment the plane door opened and Scully stuck her head out.

Mulder appeared from behind the office door and holstered his pistol as Anya moved around him and dashed towards the mobile stairs for the plane.

First in the door was the pilot, who exited with his arms raised, followed by Xander holding a pistol on him.

Mulder moved forward and drew his weapon. "Come on down. Let's find somewhere to handcuff you until your friends get back from their break."

The pilot, deciding early on in this misadventure that silence was best, didn't say a word as Mulder led him into the hanger.

"I'll be fine," he assured her and Buffy as they waited at the bottom of the stairs.

Next came Joyce with Brad, she helped him to the stairs and he used them to get down to the bottom with his injured leg.

"Go up and help Tara bring Willow out. Willow is fine but very weak and tired," she told her daughter.

Buffy rushed up the stairs and into the small plane. She sighed with relief when she saw Tara and Willow moving down the aisle.

A three-way embrace was what the Slayer was aware of next as she held the two witches closely.

"Let's get you home," Buffy said softly and carried the witch down the stairs and to the truck. Buffy turned, quickly hugged Tara and helped her into the truck.

"Does this mean I get a treat in my blood today?" Spike questioned as Scully shut down and secured the airplane.

Mulder and Scully closed the doors and climbed into the cab, heading for Giles' condo.

Mulder and Scully really weren't surprised to find a young man dressed in commando clothing and a woman in a lab coat.

"Better get Giles and Buffy out for this," Mulder suggested as he shut the motor off.

Scully moved cautiously around to the back of the truck and opened one of the doors.

Both Watcher and Slayer jumped out of the truck and joined the FBI agents as they crossed the street. They weren't surprised that the soldier was Riley.

They all knew that everyone in the back of the truck, except Willow, was armed and had their weapons pointed at the back door.

"I'm Special Agent Mulder, this is Special Agent Scully," Mulder introduced them calmly. "We all have a pretty good idea what was accomplished today."

"While in your complex, someone downloaded all your secret files," Mulder told the Professor. "I got a look at some of them while we waited for the plane. ALL of your files, Professor Walsh, including the ones about the steady stream of enhancement drugs and speed used by your troops. Ever miss your vitamins, soldier Finn?"

The small group couldn't help but notice the frown on Riley Finn's face as he looked at his mentor.

"Really? Want us to tell the press about it? That you're experimenting on unsuspecting soldiers?" Scully smiled.

"That's just the tip of the iceberg," Mulder continued. "The information has already been transmitted to several safe locations. One move against Buffy, Willow or any of the others and that information gets taken to a Senate investigative committee and to the press."

"What do you want, all of it can be denied and you don't dare exposing Willow to the public," Walsh countered.

"Clear out of Sunnydale, leave the slaying problem to Buffy and her friends," Mulder began. "Don't ever show up here again and leave all of them alone. One glimpse of you or any Initiative personnel and those files become public, including something ciphered called 'Adam.'"

"You ever come near Willow or Tara and I will rip them off instead of just bruising them like last time," she threatened, her hand hovering below his belt. "Give it up, Riley. You've worn out your welcome in Sunnydale."

"Come on, Finn," Walsh ordered. "We have to help with the transfer of personnel to their new assignments."

"Yes, Professor," he grumbled but followed her to a sedan parked in front of Giles' condo.

The group waited until the car was out of sight and Buffy rushed back to the delivery truck.

"Mr. Gordo," Buffy smiled and then grinned when the door opened and Tara jumped down into her arms.

"Let's get cleaned up and then some food," Buffy suggested, reaching back to help Xander and Brad down.

"Wills," Buffy said softly, pulling Willow back into her arms. "We'll get through this. I promised we'd get you back and we did."

"Yeah, as long as I have both of you," she whispered and leaned against Tara's shoulder.

"Come on, gang!" Spike yelled. "Lend me a hand with this bloody blanket! Some of us don't suntan well!"

Willow was right; they had two more nights of a full moon to prepare for. They also needed to find out what had happened to Willow and what lasting affect it might have on the young witch.

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