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[Location: Willow's Apartment] Um...who are you?

For Willow, the past two weeks or so had been an emotional rollercoaster. Finding out what she could become, and that all of the people she cared for knew about it, well, that was a giant knife in the chest. Tara had been a welcome comfort. Even though, sometimes, Willow felt that Tara looked at her weird. Well, not weird, but peculiar. Like she was trying to judge Willow. See if she was going to break down crying or go all Witches of Eastwick. Which makes no sense now that Willow thinks about it. None of the witches were evil. The Craft would probably be a better comparison thing. Tara was afraid that Willow'd turn into crazy Nancy. Drunk with power, using magick all willy nilly.

Tara had spent the night, and she had curled up against Willow. Their arms wound around each other, clinging like a lifeline. Willow slept alright. Not exactly peacefully, but Tara had a calming influence over her. Willow felt Tara shift, turning herself into the little spoon and Willow tightened her arm instinctively around Tara's waist.

When morning came, Willow stirred, grunting in her sleep. Her nose was buried in a head of hair and she sighed blissfully. Inhaling deeply, her brow furrowed a fraction as she tried to register the smell. Tara hadn't smelled like that the night before. Willow cracked an eye open, looking down at the body she was extremely snuggly with. When she saw that the head of hair was brunette, not the dirty blonde of her girlfriend's, Willow's eyes snapped open. "What the hell? Who are you?" Willow gasped, pulling her arm away and drawing back. She was just wearing a pair of boyshorts and a camisole, so Willow felt a little on the naked side.

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Helen reached out the moment she moved away and the pain shot up through her spine. She let out a cry as well, falling down to her knees and grabbing at her arms. It hurt so much as if something was grabbing at her and clawing at her whenever it could find.

"G-God!"

Willow sobbed quietly, curling up into a ball. "God, make it stop," Willow begged quietly, tears prickling at her eyes.

"What's happening?"

She grabbed at the floor, trying to pull herself closer to the other woman. Her hand reached out and grabbed onto Willow's arm. She took a couple of deep breaths to try and even her voice out. Helen also tried to manage a comforting smile. Well, she was a doctor first.

"Roll over! Let me see."

The moment Helen was close enough to grab her arm, the pain disappeared. Willow rolled over, panting softly, staring up at the ceiling. "It just...stopped," Willow whispered, looking up at Helen.

"Goddess, it was all over. There wasn't anything that didn't hurt."

"A proximity ...?" Helen gasped between breaths as the pain slowly slipped away. She leaned over slightly, her free hand going to her forehead. She gently squeezed the arm of the other woman. "My God, what the bloody hell is going on?"

Willow sat up slowly, looking at Helen. "I don't know," Willow replied softly, shaking her head. "It's so screwed up."

Then Willow had a thought.

"Maybe it...it's one of those weird things that happen to people every once in a while."

"You are referring to a glitch?" She asked as she raised her head. She had heard them mentioned in passing but never truthfully expected to experience one. There was a half-shrug as she sat up and offered a warm smile.

"Yeah. Those. I haven't had one happen to me, but my friends have had to deal with them several times," Willow replied sitting Indian style. She took several calming breaths, looking at Helen.

"I'm Willow, by the way," Willow said, giving a small smile.

"Dr. Helen Magnus. A pleasure, minus the circumstances."

She sat back on her knees. She ran her hands down her face for a moment then rubbed them together. "I've yet to experience them myself. It seems we have found ourselves in the middle of one... where we are unable to be too far apart without hurting each other."

Helen looked at the bracelet on her wrist. "Perhaps because of this."

"Nice to meet you, too," Willow nodded.

"They're not exactly fun. My friend Xander had a bunch of women chasing after him. And my friend Buffy was turned into a robot. Not good times. Funny, occasionally. But not often."

Willow looked down to her own wrist, her brow furrowing. "Maybe? That's a definite possibility."

"I find it odd that nothing can be seen inside them. Not to mention that it is also odd they are so convenient. Perhaps what is going on is a result of these... malfunctioning. A theory at least."

Helen offered a smile. "How about we get you dressed and have some breakfast."

"It's possible, yeah," Willow nodded. "You said you were a doctor?"

"Getting dressed would probably be a good idea, yeah," Willow nodded, moving to stand slowly.

Helen stood, making sure to stand close but still give her space. She folded her arms over her chest and nodded. "Yes. I studied at Oxford and was part of the Royal Surgeons at one point."

Willow made her way slowly, over towards her dresser, pulling out jeans and a t-shirt. She dressed quickly as she spoke. "Oxford? Wow. I had a chance to go to Oxford," Willow smiled. "I had a chance to go anywhere, really."

"May I ask why you turned down that chance, Miss Willow?" She kept her gaze on another wall to give the woman some privacy in a very private situation.

"I'm a witch. My best friend kills demons, vampires, all sorts of bad stuff. Figured I'd do more good staying at home," Willow explains, pulling her t-shirt down and she turns back to face Helen.

Ah. "Well, that would certainly do it."

"Yeah," Willow nods, flashing another small smile. "Can't do spells long distance. At least, I don't think I can."

Helen looked over her with a smile. "Something for you to try while we are here, it seems. Do you have a jacket I could borrow? Running around in my jimmies isn't something I normally do."

"Oh, yeah. It's in the closet, lemme get it," Willow says. And without thinking, steps away from Helen at her normal pace and the pain hits her again.

"Goddess, I'm sorry!" Willow cries out, stumbling back to stand beside Helen. "I wasn't thinking."

Helen grabbed onto the bed post tightly as the pain shot up through her. God, that was painful. Not as much as the first time but... this was going to be rather taxing on both of them.

"It's... quite alright. An accident, no harm done." She smiled and joined Willow, her hand on the woman's shoulder for a moment to comfort her. "We'll simply have to coordinate."

Willow exhaled shakily, then forced a smile. "Like synchronized swimming! Only less water," Willow nodded, then headed over to her closet, pulling out a light duster she'd hatched. It could technically be considered a sweater, so it'd work, too.

"I suppose something of the similar notion." She laughed.

Willow gave a sheepish chuckle, biting her bottom lip. "Sorry, just the way I talk. Us Scoobies are kinda...weird when it comes to how words leave our collective mouth."

"It's perfectly fine. I'm a bit old for the times myself." Helen smiled and pulled on the duster and gave her an appreciative nod. "We'll need to decide what to do. I'll have to return to my Sanctuary to get my tablet at some point. I can only imagine how my house guest is handling being left there by himself."

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