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Jan. 10th, 2005 @ 01:55 pm Welcome to bazarro land…
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After Willow’s little comment in the kitchen nearly brought me to tears I discarded the plan of making pancakes, trashed everything and put cereal, bowls and milk on the table before heading up stairs to shower and get dressed. I have to admit I was more then a little hurt at her comment. Overcook the pancakes? I’ve been cooking and making them since I was seven with my mother. Nobody had ever said anything like that to me, maybe except my father. I didn’t expect it from anyone else, especially not Willow.

What else wasn’t she telling me? What else did I do that she didn’t like? Did she always want to snap at me like that?

It’s amazing how insecure a few words could make someone. Just thinking about that made my stomach ache and my heart hurt.

I nervously chewed my lip and headed into the bedroom that Willow and I shared and stood in front of the dresser to pull out some clothes. After a few moments I settled on a pair of jeans and a navy blue long sleeved T-shirt.

I headed into the shower and got the water hot, which in this house was a surprise, usually Dawnie used up all the hot water and the rest of us were forced to take tepid showers. I quickly got in and enjoyed the rare treat while trying to rid the ache in my gut by her harsh words.

I blinked a few times before washing my face, willing myself not to cry or continue to be upset as I was. Taking a deep breath I washed my face and hair before doing anything else I needed.

I heard a commotion downstairs when I was coming out of the bathroom and I quickly put on my clothes and hurry out into the hall. “Willow? What’s going on?” Before she can answer Dawnie runs past me – not seeing me – down the stairs and then back up into Buffy’s room.

I slowly walk into Buffy’s room, confusion written clearly on my face. “Dawn? W-what’s going on.” I look at the woman on the bed with slight alarm. “Who are you? Why are you up in…” I look at the woman more closely, not paying attention to her physical presence but her essence. “Buffy?” I turn my head towards the door. “Willow? Sweetie…you might w-want to come up here…” I turned back to look into the room. “We’ve got a p-roblem…”

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Date:January 10th, 2005 08:15 pm (UTC)
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Tara walks in the room, asking what happened and I look up, startled. How am I gonna tell her that this lady is my sister? I look at Buffy questioningly, but then Tara continues, and it seems she knows what's going on. How on earth....

Oh, right. Aura thingies. She knew Buffy wasn't Buffy last time. She was actually the only one to realise, even Mom was fooled by Faith. Sure thing she would guess now too, right?

I look at her again, raising to my feet as she calls to Willow. "You need to fix this. She can't be all..." I gesture at Buffy, and then shrug. "Wrinkled and such."

I already feel better, though. Tara and Willow will fix this, and everything will be alright, and I will be able to go to Janice's party next week. Because old and wrinkled Buffy would equal cranky Buffy, and she definitely wouldn't let me go.