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Pink Flowers

... Willow emerged to see the last vampire explode into dust at the door of the building. Xander and Tara seemed much relieved to be back to normal. Giles, Anya, and Spike were acting rather embarrassed, though– they had believed themselves to be a f*mily, right down to the petty fighting. Dawn stood in the doorway of the back room, very dishevelled and looking like she was about to faint. She must have broken down in fright. Thank goodness Buffy had been inclined to take care of her. A short while later, back at home, the Slayer and her s*ster – or at least, the Key masquerading as her s*ster – had Willow cornered. &#034Please, Willow, you have to do your memory spell again!&#034 said Buffy, practically begging. &#034No way! I can't.&#034 Willow shook her head, very distraught and wanting to end this conversation before anyone overheard. She was afraid it was just a matter of time before the witch she loved discovered she had broken her vow to give up magic. &#034I really screwed up, big time, and if Tara figures out it was me... I'm afraid... I'm afraid she's going to leave me!&#034 &#034I know, it's a very bad spell, I agree, but... it's kind of an emergency.&#034 Buffy and Dawn both seemed extremely uncomfortable about something. &#034I hardly have any flowers left anyway, I don't think I can...&#034 Willow's words came to a halt. A pair of pink panties had just fallen from Buffy's jacket sleeve. This was odd in itself, but something else was strange... that underwear just ...

... wasn't Buffy's style. The three girls looked down at the panties for several moments, not speaking, then Dawn snatched them up hastily and stuffed them into her pocket. Both s*sters had turned bright red. Willow's mouth opened in astonishment and she simply stared at her two friends with wide eyes. Then she snapped out of it. &#034Two memory spells, coming right up!&#034 Willow gave them each a single small flower– the last she had– and muttered a few secret words that would bring out the magic of the plant. &#034Now, tonight, the two of you must eat your pink flowers–&#034 Buffy and Dawn blushed an entirely new shade. Willow continued, flustered, &#034just swallow them some time before you go to sl*ep!&#034 That evening, Buffy and Dawn passed in the hall, heading to their beds. &#034That plant tasted kinda gross,&#034 said Dawn, awkwardly. &#034Yeah, it kind of did. I can feel it starting to do something though.&#034 &#034Me too.&#034 &#034Good. Um. Well, see you tomorrow.&#034 &#034Yeah. G'night.&#034 At breakfast the next morning, Willow asked how the flowers worked. Buffy and Dawn greeted this question with blank stares. Good. &#034I meant the flour. I used a different kind of flour in the pancakes!&#034 The Summers s*sters agreed that the pancakes were just fine. It was really very odd – Willow did not know what to make of it. When she emptied the bathroom wastebasket a few days later, there were two tiny pink flowers in the bottom. She was very observant of the Summers ...