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Saturday, April 24th, 2004

Subject:This is so not of the funny.
Time:7:18 pm.
Mood: worried.
Desiree's missing.

When she didn't show up to morning classes, I figured that maybe she just wanted some alone time, y'know? And it didn't help that a couple of the girls got into fights--not practice stuff, but really nasty fights where someone could've gotten hurt, and Kennedy asked me to send them to different corners. That kinda shut them up. Not so much being in the corners as how they got there. They were harder to levitate than pencils, but I'm not a high school girl anymore.

Then she wasn't at lunch, and she wasn't near that oak tree where we'd talked before, and she wasn't anywhere else on the grounds, and then we decided it was time to check her room. Her skateboard and her backpack are gone. That may not sound like much, but it's not like she owns very much, y'know? Especially with her altar gone.

I've called Buffy, but Desiree hasn't shown up there either, and it's getting dark.

I think it's time for a locator spell.
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Monday, April 12th, 2004

Subject:Headmistress Rosenberg?
Time:8:32 am.
Mood: worried.
I always kinda wondered if I'd end up as a teacher, but, y'know, I'd pictured me as being like Professor Rosenberg at some big university somewhere. Not teacher at a Slayer Academy. Not that there wasa Slayer Academy until this year. But that's not the point, really.

The point is that ... look, I know these girls are gonna help save the world from the evil spread of vampires and other demons, but they're still kids. And god, were we we this bratty at their age? I don't think so. Of course, we were out helping Buffy patrol and stuff--and oh, god, I'm really starting to sound like a grown-up, aren't I? What's next, me thwapping a cane on the floor and telling them they'd better not be running across my flowerbeds?

The real point of this is Desiree. She's starting to have that look about her. I recognize that look.

I used to wear it, after all.

I need to see if she's willing to talk to me.
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Wednesday, March 31st, 2004

Subject:Reunions? Are of the good
Time:7:12 pm.
Mood: ecstatic.
Very much of the good. It actually makes up for the long absence.

Almost. I think I need some more reunion.

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Sunday, March 28th, 2004

Subject:Moving, moving, moving....
Time:11:35 am.
Mood: busy.
Got e-mail from my girl letting me know she's in Boston and doing the family thing. I miss her, but I know she'll be home soon. And speaking of home, I've got all my stuff moved into that little guest house near the mansion. Wow. Fanciest place I've ever lived in. Am I grown-up enough for this? Guess I'm gonna have to be.

I just wish Xander weren't looking so lonely ... maybe he needs to move out here with the rest of us? I don't want him to think I've gotta choose between him and Kennedy. I love them both ... just in different ways.
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Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004

Subject:I hate saying good-bye
Time:8:14 pm.
Mood: sad.
Took my girl to the airport this morning so she could catch her flight to Boston. I wish I could've stayed at the gate with her until she boarded. Stupid security rules.

At least I get to borrow the Mustang while she's gone. Not that that's any real consolation. You can't cuddle a car.

But I get to cuddle her when she gets back. All night long.

I've gotta start packing things. My things at Xander's and as much of Kennedy's as I can pack without being too much of a nosy pushy girlfriend. She's got more stuff than I do, but she was trying to fill up an apartment while I was in England.

Wonder what Xander wants to do about Mittens? Maybe we can like share custody of her or something.
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Saturday, March 20th, 2004

Subject:It's normal when your girlfriend tells you "We need to talk," right?
Time:11:23 am.
Mood: nervous.
I gotta stay calm. Kennedy didn't sound like she was wanting to have that kind of talk on that message she left yesterday. Just that she didn't want to have the talk over the phone. That doesn't mean something bad.

Does it?

Okay, calming down. Petting the Mittens-kitty. That's soothing. Pretty, pretty Mittens-kitty.

Who needs her claws trimmed.

Okay, will try deep breathing instead before I go over there.
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Monday, March 15th, 2004

Subject:Here, Slayer, Slayer, Slayer....
Time:8:02 pm.
Mood: accomplished.
I'm getting better at finding new Slayers. Finding the ones in the Midwest? Piece of cake. Finding Kylie? Well, I kinda knew where to look there, thanks to some help from Giles.

But now I've found another one in LA! One Giles didn't know about, so that must mean she's one of the new ones! (Trying not to think of 'em as something I created--I was just the vessel and all that, and it's not like I made 'em Potentials in the first place. I just took 'em all to Chosen-One level.)

Gotta tell Buffy about this, see if she wants to send someone out there ... or call Angel.
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Saturday, March 13th, 2004

Subject:A date, a date ...
Time:9:59 pm.
Mood: happy.
Who'd've thought Cleveland would have a gay bar? And such a cool one? It was almost like being back in California.

I'd promised Kennedy a special date for today, and honestly? I had to beat my brains into mush to come up with something. I mean, we'd already done the romantic snuggling in front of a movie kinda date, and the romantic picnic in the park kinda date, and I wasn't sure we were ready for the romantic candlelit dinner thing. Then I got to missing the Bronze, and so I thought, why not go clubbing?

Kennedy's a really good dancer, and I gotta admit, I had fun, even though I couldn't dance as wildly as Kennedy can. Slayer stamina, or just that she's a couple years younger? Who knows? She danced like she was fighting. It was ... god, I felt lucky to be the one dancing with her.

And the kissing was much of the goodness, too.

I think ... before too much longer ... we're gonna be doing other kinds of kissing. The horizontal kind.
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Tuesday, March 9th, 2004

Subject:A BABY!
Time:1:57 pm.
Mood: bouncy.
We're gonna have a BABY! Okay, not "we" as in "me," but still! Buffy's gonna have a little Buffy! Or a little Giles!

I'm calling dibs on First Honorary Aunt status. Dawn's going to be the biological aunt, I know, and I'm not gonna take that away from her, but I've known Buffy longer than anyone else except Xander here. Besides, I'm never gonna be a biological aunt, what with the whole only-child thing.

This is making it pretty hard to work on Xander's idea about trapping the First. I start out with the best intentions, really. Stuff like if Australian or Mexican opals would be better to use, and it's a good thing opals are a lot more fragile than diamonds because otherwise crushing it would be a real pain in the tuchus, and then I start wondering when the baby's gonna be due and what its birthstone's gonna be, and the next thing you know I'm thinking about throwing Buffy a baby shower. Only I guess we should throw her a wedding shower first? Aren't she and Giles planning on getting married now?

Focus, Will, focus!

Squee! A BABY!
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Saturday, March 6th, 2004

Subject:Lunch with my girl
Time:12:22 pm.
Mood: happy.
It feels kinda selfish, going out on a picnic lunch with Kennedy when there's research that could be done or more Slayers that could be found.

But there's always more of that stuff to do ... and if there's one thing loving Tara taught me (and she taught me so many things), it's that whenever you have a chance for even a moment of happiness? You should take it. Because the bad guys keep coming, and you should treasure any joy you can find.
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Wednesday, March 3rd, 2004

Subject:I'm so proud of her
Time:7:37 pm.
Mood: pleased.
Not just because she's a Slayer. Not just because she fights evil night after night. But because even when she gets knocked down, she keeps on fighting.

Of course, I like it a lot better when she lets herself recover. But I think she'll be ready to patrol again this weekend. And in the meantime, she's been so busy! Researching all over the place and turning up all kinds of neat stuff.

She's a fighter, all right. Not just a Slayer.
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Tuesday, March 2nd, 2004

Subject:Going from worried to happy
Time:8:59 pm.
Mood: happy.
The worried was about Buffy and Faith, because even though they came back safely? They didn't exactly come back safe and sound. Just alive, and not as badly hurt as Kennedy had been.

It worked. It was a quick and dirty--the witch-y equivalent of a hacking run--but it worked. It gave them the chance they needed.

I couldn't have done it without her. It reminded me of when I raised up the Slayers in Sunnydale--the power rushing through me, but her seated there across from me, letting me know I was still here. Still me.

I called her my kite string once.Collapse )
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Monday, March 1st, 2004

Subject:Research Wiccan gal
Time:9:43 pm.
Kennedy's discovering the joys of research. It almost makes up for the fact that I won't let her lift weights or go out and kick vampire butt yet.

I had to go downtown to get a copy of the Erie Street Cemetery map. A lot of other cemetery maps are available online, but I couldn't find one for that. Funny, huh? Makes me think someone's trying to keep something hidden there. It's kinda old, by American standards, and was the first official cemetery for Cleveland. Right across from a baseball field! Gave me some Sunnydale High flashbacks--screaming kids on one side of the street, and on the other side ... well, kids who were screaming for a different reason, except for when Buffy was there swinging Mr. Pointy.

It's a pretty quiet place. No one's buried there anymore, but people wander through it 'cause it's so historical and all. Generally pretty quiet, I guess. There are some Native Americans buried there, and some famous people, so if I were into the black arts (which I so am not anymore), I think it would be a good place to get ingredients. Plus, I dunno, drunken baseball fans could wander in and get munched on after a big game.

I wonder ... could the Ubervamp have been used as like a bodyguard or something by a witch? Someone who was an acolyte of the First and didn't want to be disturbed when she was doing a little midnight shopping?

But then there's Woodland Cemetery. I didn't get by to see it today, but this article I found said it has "a gothic castle-like mausoleum" in it. Gee, isn't that just what evil looks for when it goes house-hunting? And it's only about 2 and a half miles away from Erie Street Cemetery. That's nothing to an Ubervamp.

Earlier I couldn't get a good fix on our Ubie, which was what got me to thinking about witches. I'd just been using the standard locator spell. Old reliable, always worked in Sunnydale. But things felt ... fuzzy somehow. Like maybe someone was blocking me? So I took a step back, and instead of trying to find Ubervamps, I looked for the greatest concentration of vamps.

Guess what? Between 55th and 9th Streets. Woodland and Erie.

Guess I know where the extra patrols are going tonight.
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Saturday, February 28th, 2004

Subject:Saturday morning
Time:11:00 am.
Mood: determined.
I found out that Kennedy's been overdoing it. Hello? Slayer healing only does so much, and I didn't pull up healing energy just for her to go and pull out her stitches again.

I think Faith's awake--I should make some coffee.

ETA: Yeah, Faith was awake, and we had another nice conversation. This friends thing may actually work.
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Tuesday, February 24th, 2004

Subject:Okay, not the result I was expecting....
Time:1:42 pm.
Mood: confused.
But there's no law that says the Hellmouth has to be under a school, right? And I wondered if it would be near other breeding grounds of evil, like City Hall or a big corporation or a telemarketing boiler room.

But no.

It's just ... an amusement park?
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Monday, February 23rd, 2004

Subject:My poor Kennedy....
Time:9:44 pm.
Mood: worried.
I don't really have the right to call her "mine."

I don't think I've ever seen her look that battered before. She wouldn't let any of the others see them all. Not even Xander. They're pretty bad, all right ... I don't like being the only one who really knows how bad, but I don't want anyone else looking at her like that.

There's this one spot, above her right hip, that I used to like to kiss. She can't stand to have anyone touch her there right now.

If she weren't a Slayer, she'd've been dead in seconds. But here's the thing. In the time it took for the Ubervamp to do all that, it could've killed her. But it didn't. It was playing with her.

Sending us a message?

Gotta find out where it's coming from. But this isn't Sunnydale. We don't know where the Hellmouth is. There's gotta be a seal like last time, right? Or something like that? The Council probably had a big old map of the Cleveland Hellmouth, with a big red X marking the danger spot. Volumes of books talking about it. All poof thanks to Caleb and the Harbingers.

Okay, Wicca girl. You've been learning scrying spells. Let's see if you can scry a Hellmouth....
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Sunday, February 22nd, 2004

Time:4:39 pm.
Mood: contemplative.
Conversation with KennedyCollapse )
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Saturday, February 21st, 2004

Subject:My body's still set for UK time
Time:12:50 pm.
Mood: sleepy.
I keep thinking it's later than it is. Xander's teasing me a bit about how often I keep looking at the clock. But that's okay. It's good to hear his voice.

Speaking of voices ... I called Kennedy last night. I kinda ended up blubbering into the phone a bit. Mostly what I kept thinking was that this was the talk we should've had before I ran off to England.

I can't keep doing that. I know how tempting it is to retreat from the world--kinda like when Xander and I would hide under the bleachers in grade school--and just not have to face any of the badness, but the badness doesn't always stay outside.

They used to find us under the bleachers, too.

So ... no more hiding. No more running. Kennedy and me trying to keep things cool for a week, and then we'll see what happens. One day at a time.

I just hope I start sleeping better--last night I had the worst dream about Warren. Probably because I'd been talking to Kennedy about Tara.

Awful clear dream, though....
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Friday, February 20th, 2004

Subject:Cleveland, here I come
Time:9:26 am.
Mood: nervous.
I had trouble getting to sleep after last night's phone call with Kennedy. I know now that I'm needed over there, but ... it's been so peaceful here. Like what I imagined a convent would be like, only without the penguin outfits and Catholicism. I really liked spending that summer here when Giles introduced me to the coven. They've been teaching me the philosophy behind magic, not just the spells.

But I guess it's like Miss Harkness told me: the sharpest chisel in the world is useless if it stays on the workbench. So I guess it's my path to go out and ... um, chip at wood and stuff. At least for right now it is. I hope I can come back here.

I'm not sure how I feel about seeing Kennedy and Faith again. But at least I can stay with Xander. Good ol' Xander. He's always been there for me.

Wonder if he's gonna do the yellow-crayon sign thing again?
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Thursday, February 19th, 2004

Subject:A-scrying we will go, a-scrying we will go, heigh-ho the derry-o, a-scrying we will go
Time:9:43 am.
Mood: busy.
I was worried that scrying would involve dangling a crystal over a map, and it does, but it turns out that's the easy form. Just about any witch can do it. What Miss Harkness has been teaching me is like a cross between that and a location spell.

The problem is ... there are so many Slayers out there. Miss Harkness wouldn't let me start out with a global map because she said I could get overloaded or something. So I'm starting out with a North American map, since that's where Buffy and the gang are.

I miss them. Especially Xander. Maybe I should've talked to him before I flew over here, but I really didn't feel much like talking to anybody. Besides, he's kissed Faith, too, not to mention the other stuff, and I didn't know if I could talk to anyone else that Faith's kiss. Which still leaves Buffy, come to think of it, and Giles and Dawnie....


Maybe I ran over here for the wrong reasons. But I don't know if they really want me back. Buffy seems to think it's cool that I'm over here in England near the Council so I can help her keep an eye on them. But I miss America.
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