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    You Do NOT Get to Say Her Name

    ”So, it’s been mad here since we last spoke. We have potentials coming out of our ears. Willow’s doing great, she and Kennedy seem to have some sort of chemistry going although Willow’s taking this real slow, she seems happy. I haven’t seen her smile like she does around her for a long time. Kennedy’s sick right now, Giles has taken the other potentials away to see that weird Rasta Momma slayer woman.  I hope they have better luck with her than I did. Although on saying that, I guess she was pretty useful.

    Anyway, Willow’s being all coy about what’s going on with Kennedy. She’s still trying to pretend that she’s not moving on with her life. I think she feels a bit guilty still but she’s at least giggling about it. She just took Kennedy some tea. I know Kennedy wishes she’d offer her a bit more, but tea is a start. I’ll keep you all posted but for now, I have to go and patrol, y’know kick some crazy bringer *****!!”

     

     

    Standing outside the bedroom door, Willow inhaled deeply, the steam from the mug of tea in her hands filling her nostrils and making her wriggle her nose. Deciding that she was calm, she pushed open the door and stepped inside, keeping her eyes locked firmly on the carpet until she was inside.

     

    “Hey, I figured the best thing for a cold is a nice hot cup of…” her voice trailed off as she looked up and saw Kennedy sitting on the edge of the bed, fully clothed. “Boots?” she finished questioningly.

     

    Kennedy looked up at her, realising that Willow had caught her out. “Hey.” she offered weakly.

     

    “For someone who’s sick, you look surprisingly robust and casual dressy.” Willow told her, her confusion drifting from her tone as she realised what was really going on.

     

    “Well, the lighting in here is good. Maybe it’s just….”

     

    Willow cut her off quickly. “You were never sick!!” she exclaimed.

     

    “No…I was never sick.” the potential admitted reluctantly.

     

    “Oh, you are so busted. Xander’s gonna have to drive you to the desert and…”

     

    “Willow, chill.” Kennedy cut in softly, getting to her feet and approaching the redhead before she had a chance to go into full blown babble. “There’s a reason I didn’t go. I have a thing. A separate

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