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Overrated Peril
Permanent Mistakes Chapter 8: Overrated Peril
It was a typical day at the office. Well, typical if typical meant averting potential apocalypses but for Willow Potter nee Rosenberg and Xander Harris, this WAS typical. Indeed, just that morning Giles had run off to catch a plane to Cleveland, new home to Buffy and the rest of the Scooby Gang-and a great big hellmouth thas sas shortly going to open up. It seemed that the demons of the world had yet to get an original idea.
At any rate, it made Willow and Xander's job easier. They knew how to close hellmouths. They had been designated researchers in this task as a) they had been left in charge of the council in Giles' absence and couldn't leave England, and more importantly, b) Giles had not allowed Willow to travel with him to Cleveland and Xander was staying to keep an eye on her.
Willow inwardly grumbled as she looked down at herself. Now 7 months pregnant, she was starting to fill out finally and, much to her chagrin was rapidly approaching the no apparating point, having kissed flooing good a m a month ago. Sure she could still go on an airplane but this, Harry had said (and Giles and Xander had agreed with) left her open to attacks from Deatheaters that could be written off as mere accidents. This had caused her a fair amount of anger that she was now taking out on her best friend who sat across from her at the long table in the Council Library.
With a sigh she looked up from her burgeoning belly and the source of her misery and glared at Xander, who was looking at her in amusement.
"What?" Xander gave her a look over his reading glasses, a necessary evil now that he had had his eye replaced. Despite modern wizarding advancements, the new eye gave him headaches if he read for quite awhile without the glasses and in dim light. Xander had jokingly reported after learning of these side affects that he had entered the wrong business.
"This is all your fault," Willow said sullenly, slumping down in the desk chair and deepening her glare.
"My fault?" Xander exclaimed defensively. "How is this my fault?"
"If you hadn't let Giles keep me off the plane you and I would be in Cleveland right now"¦" Angry, she dropped the book she had been perusing for any references to the master vampire trying to open said hellmouth succinctly, making the solid sound echo within the large pseudo drawing room the Watcher's called a library.
"Willow," Xander tiredly took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly. It was 2 in the morning and they hadn atn at this for hours, Willow steadily getting more and more irritated as she researched and Xander's patience with his best friend wearing thin. "You know what would happen if we placed you on a plane. We're just all worried about your health."
"My health?!" Willow spat out, getting up from the chair and going to the small fridgpt ipt in the bar in the corner and pulled out a bottle of water. "My health is just fine thank you very much. I don't see why you all find it necessary to cage me just because there happens to be a dark wizard out there." She took a sip of her drink and took another bottle out of the fridge, tossing it to Xander. Even angry, she was still able to see that her best friend had been working as hard as she was and needed a drink. He deftly caught it as she continued. "I can take care of myself you know."
"Yes I know," Xander replied wearily, opening his own bottle of the cold water and taking a long gulp before turning his best debating skills- be they what they were- on his frustrated companion. "But Willow, you have to understand that in a closed area like that, it would be very easy for a Deatheater to just put a spell on the plane and have it crash in the middle of the ocean. They'd make it look like an accident."
"You and Giles have no proof that that would happen. Despite the fact that I'm married to Harry Potter and I'm having his child, there have been no attempts on my life," Willow argued adamantly.
"Yet," Xandinisinished quietly, gravely. Indeed, things had been too quiet lately, leading both the Order and the Council to believe that Voldemort would strike soon.
"Spare me Xander," Willow snapped equally as quietly back to him.
AcroAcross from her Xander rolled his eyes and tried a different approach, deciding to call upon the job offer that had fallen into Willow's lapistmistmas day and that she had relayed to Giles and Xander, who thought it was a wonderful solution to the security of both Willow and the baby. "Have you given any thought to Dumblefore's offer?"
"Xander, there is no way I'm giving up my job to go spend the next year living in Harry's apartment at Hogwarts and playing June Cleaver to his Ward. You've got to be kidding me." Willow replied sullenly, knowing how miserable she would be in that role. Oh she knew that Harry wouldn't force her into it, couldn't really, but it was becoming a near thing. Her husband was deeply concerned for her safety, even going so far as to send his friend and mentor Mad Eye Moody to go through Willow and Xander's apartment for dark artifacts or incendiary devices that may (or may not, Willow thought sullenly) have been planted there by the Dark Lord. Xander, Willow thought, had become paranoid after that incident a few days after he had gotten back from Christmas in Cleveland and that had been when he and Giles, also spooked, had begun hassling her to take a new job closer to Harry. Willow snorted in amusement. As if she needed the protection. But Harry didn't know this. She STILL hadn't gotten around to baring her dark past to her naively innocent husband therefore he didn't know that she was MORE than capable of taking care of herself. Xander and Giles though"¦"¦Willow rolled her eyes. Men were such babies. One dark wizard tries to take over the world and they all ran to protect the women-folk.
Frustrated and realizing that he was getting no where with convincing his best friend to put herself in a more protected position, Xander tried again. "That wasn't what he offered and you know it," he looked down at his hands. "A teaching position Willow. At Hogwarts. Teaching a brand new course on the magic you know best. You like teaching. Remember Sunnydale? This could be good for you and the baby." Willow didn't respond to this so he continued. "And you'd be safe." Xandhookhook his head in amazement at what he had just said. When had they ever been safe? Ever since they had been in High School they'd been in danger. Even after the Hellmouth sucked the town into the ground they had been in danger; L.A. hadn't been a bed of roses, nor had Cleveland but Xander could reasonably explain the phenomenon behind the evil's that plagued the areas. Hellmouths and large cities always created problems. Of course it didn't help matters though that they seemed to attract danger"¦ "God Will, of all the men you had to marry in Vegas and get knocked up by you had to find the Buffy Summers of the wizarding world, the most imperiled wizard of his time"¦."
Willow's lips curved from the sullen look that had been gracing her face off and on for the last 5 minutes to a small smile at Xander's last words. "Imperiled Xander? Big word for you"¦"
Xander, sensing that his friend had just reached the bend in the hormonal roller coaster her pregnancy was causing, was quick to grasp the better mood that had emerged from the anger and frustration brought on by her mobility restrictions said pregnancy had induced upon the mother to be. "Well it's late. Too late for typical Xanderisms of the shorter than average persuasion. However it is never too late, heck, it's expected, for long words and the inevitable Gilesism's inherent in the speaking of said words especially when you're researching potential world destruction." He paused. "Speaking of late, we should probably be getting you and Xander Jr. home to bed."
Willow smiled indulgently at this late part of Xander's nearly intellectual babbling, used to hearing his teasing pleas as to the naming of her offspring. "Xander, for the last time, I'm not naming the baby Xander, or Alexander or Alex or Alexandra or whatever versions of your name or Buffy's there are." She paused. "Besides, her nameKathKathryn. It's a girl."
"You and Harry found out the sex then?" Xander looked surprised. He knew that his best friend and her husband (a man that Xander was reluctantly coming to respect and like for his respect and growing-if not complete-love of Willow) had been to the medi-witch recently but he hadn't known that they had found out if they were having a boy or a girl.
Willow shook her head negatively, dashing Xander's speculations to bits. "No. I just have a feeling that it's a girl. Don't ask me how, I just know."
"What does Harry think?" Xander asked, smiling at Willow's response to his question.
"Harry doesn't care as long as it's healthy," Willow said, stifling a yawn. "But he thinks it'll be a boy." She paused, remembering the amusing argument that had occurred on Christmas day with the Weasley family over the sex of the child. "We've a bet going on the subject. If it's a girl, I get to name it and vice versa." Willow was broken from her impromptu telling of the bet between her husband and herself with a yawn that she couldn't stop from emerging from her weary body.
Seeing this and glancing at his watch again to confirm that it was indeed a little past the 2 o'clock hour, Xander sighed and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Willow furrowed her brow in confusion, taking another sip of her water.
"Home," Xander said firmly. "To put you to bed."
"Xander, I'm not," Willow's response was broken by another yawn, therefore negating the sincerity of the response she was about to give to what she felt was an absolutely fabulous idea. "Tired."
Xander rolled his eyes and his best friends antics. Liar. "And monkeys fly out my ass. C'mon Will. We'll research more tomorrow. The apocalypse isn't due for a week or so and your husband will kill me if he shows up tomorrow and you have great big bags under your eyes and are yawning every five minutes. Not that he doesn't subject me to the same Willow when he leaves on Monday mornings," he tossed Willow a knowing grin as he helped her up from her chair and handed her the jacket from the spare chair they had thrown them into when they had entered the library 12 hours ago. "Who knew Willow Rosenberg was such an insatiable sex crazed monster?"
From beside him, Willow blushed deeply. Yes it was true that when Harry came for the weekend or vice versa, very little got done beyond a little one on one bed action. Or desk action. Or kitchen counter action (but they hadn't told Xander this). Or"¦.Willow stopped her train of thought as the memories started to arouse her and she remembered that her best friend was still standing next to her, smirking at where he knew her mind was immediately going. "Well," she started as she watched Xander turn the lights off, lock the door to the library and began to walk down the dimly lit corridor to the front doors of the Watcher's Council. "You try living as one huge hormone for nine months. I swear it's a wonder I haven't melted into one giant orgasm. Pregnancy has really done a number on my libido. When Harry's here we"¦"
"Whoa," Xander broke in abruptly teasingly. "Too much information. I love you Wills but I honestly don't wan hea hear the sordid details of your sex life."
"Who said anything about sordid?" Willow teased right back, "Let's not forget that you're Mr. Girl of the Week himself. I mean, my God Xander, the number of girls you've brought back to the apartment."
"I know," Xander said glumly. "If only they would want to go beyond friendship."
"Are you serious?" Willow deadpanned, having thought for months that Xander's sex life was blooming impressively.
"Uh-huh," Xander continued. "They all want to talk about their feelings and the fact that "˜isn't it nice to find a guy who doesn't want what every guy wants?' No pressure ladies." They stopped outside the Council'sdquadquarters in downtown London as Xander turned his eyes on Willow. "Do you know the last time I got laid?"
Willow bit her lip to hold in the laughter she wanted to give in to. "No Xander, I don't."
"A year ago," Xander turned to the door and locked it before holding an arm out for his best friend to take before they began the block and a half walk to their penthouse at the top of a nearby apartment building.
Willow was silent a moment as she fought the battle with laughter yet again, losing this time.
"Go ahead Mrs. I'm-getting-laid-on-a-regular-basis-Potter," Xander ranted sarcastically. "Laugh at my patheticness."
"Oh Xander I'm sorry," Willow tried to reign herself in. "It's just that"¦"but Xander had suddenly gone rigid next to her. With a questioning look on her face, Willow looked over towards where his eyes were frozen and the breath caught in her lungs. The waiting game was over. The Deatheaters had found them.
It was a typical day at the office. Well, typical if typical meant averting potential apocalypses but for Willow Potter nee Rosenberg and Xander Harris, this WAS typical. Indeed, just that morning Giles had run off to catch a plane to Cleveland, new home to Buffy and the rest of the Scooby Gang-and a great big hellmouth thas sas shortly going to open up. It seemed that the demons of the world had yet to get an original idea.
At any rate, it made Willow and Xander's job easier. They knew how to close hellmouths. They had been designated researchers in this task as a) they had been left in charge of the council in Giles' absence and couldn't leave England, and more importantly, b) Giles had not allowed Willow to travel with him to Cleveland and Xander was staying to keep an eye on her.
Willow inwardly grumbled as she looked down at herself. Now 7 months pregnant, she was starting to fill out finally and, much to her chagrin was rapidly approaching the no apparating point, having kissed flooing good a m a month ago. Sure she could still go on an airplane but this, Harry had said (and Giles and Xander had agreed with) left her open to attacks from Deatheaters that could be written off as mere accidents. This had caused her a fair amount of anger that she was now taking out on her best friend who sat across from her at the long table in the Council Library.
With a sigh she looked up from her burgeoning belly and the source of her misery and glared at Xander, who was looking at her in amusement.
"What?" Xander gave her a look over his reading glasses, a necessary evil now that he had had his eye replaced. Despite modern wizarding advancements, the new eye gave him headaches if he read for quite awhile without the glasses and in dim light. Xander had jokingly reported after learning of these side affects that he had entered the wrong business.
"This is all your fault," Willow said sullenly, slumping down in the desk chair and deepening her glare.
"My fault?" Xander exclaimed defensively. "How is this my fault?"
"If you hadn't let Giles keep me off the plane you and I would be in Cleveland right now"¦" Angry, she dropped the book she had been perusing for any references to the master vampire trying to open said hellmouth succinctly, making the solid sound echo within the large pseudo drawing room the Watcher's called a library.
"Willow," Xander tiredly took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly. It was 2 in the morning and they hadn atn at this for hours, Willow steadily getting more and more irritated as she researched and Xander's patience with his best friend wearing thin. "You know what would happen if we placed you on a plane. We're just all worried about your health."
"My health?!" Willow spat out, getting up from the chair and going to the small fridgpt ipt in the bar in the corner and pulled out a bottle of water. "My health is just fine thank you very much. I don't see why you all find it necessary to cage me just because there happens to be a dark wizard out there." She took a sip of her drink and took another bottle out of the fridge, tossing it to Xander. Even angry, she was still able to see that her best friend had been working as hard as she was and needed a drink. He deftly caught it as she continued. "I can take care of myself you know."
"Yes I know," Xander replied wearily, opening his own bottle of the cold water and taking a long gulp before turning his best debating skills- be they what they were- on his frustrated companion. "But Willow, you have to understand that in a closed area like that, it would be very easy for a Deatheater to just put a spell on the plane and have it crash in the middle of the ocean. They'd make it look like an accident."
"You and Giles have no proof that that would happen. Despite the fact that I'm married to Harry Potter and I'm having his child, there have been no attempts on my life," Willow argued adamantly.
"Yet," Xandinisinished quietly, gravely. Indeed, things had been too quiet lately, leading both the Order and the Council to believe that Voldemort would strike soon.
"Spare me Xander," Willow snapped equally as quietly back to him.
AcroAcross from her Xander rolled his eyes and tried a different approach, deciding to call upon the job offer that had fallen into Willow's lapistmistmas day and that she had relayed to Giles and Xander, who thought it was a wonderful solution to the security of both Willow and the baby. "Have you given any thought to Dumblefore's offer?"
"Xander, there is no way I'm giving up my job to go spend the next year living in Harry's apartment at Hogwarts and playing June Cleaver to his Ward. You've got to be kidding me." Willow replied sullenly, knowing how miserable she would be in that role. Oh she knew that Harry wouldn't force her into it, couldn't really, but it was becoming a near thing. Her husband was deeply concerned for her safety, even going so far as to send his friend and mentor Mad Eye Moody to go through Willow and Xander's apartment for dark artifacts or incendiary devices that may (or may not, Willow thought sullenly) have been planted there by the Dark Lord. Xander, Willow thought, had become paranoid after that incident a few days after he had gotten back from Christmas in Cleveland and that had been when he and Giles, also spooked, had begun hassling her to take a new job closer to Harry. Willow snorted in amusement. As if she needed the protection. But Harry didn't know this. She STILL hadn't gotten around to baring her dark past to her naively innocent husband therefore he didn't know that she was MORE than capable of taking care of herself. Xander and Giles though"¦"¦Willow rolled her eyes. Men were such babies. One dark wizard tries to take over the world and they all ran to protect the women-folk.
Frustrated and realizing that he was getting no where with convincing his best friend to put herself in a more protected position, Xander tried again. "That wasn't what he offered and you know it," he looked down at his hands. "A teaching position Willow. At Hogwarts. Teaching a brand new course on the magic you know best. You like teaching. Remember Sunnydale? This could be good for you and the baby." Willow didn't respond to this so he continued. "And you'd be safe." Xandhookhook his head in amazement at what he had just said. When had they ever been safe? Ever since they had been in High School they'd been in danger. Even after the Hellmouth sucked the town into the ground they had been in danger; L.A. hadn't been a bed of roses, nor had Cleveland but Xander could reasonably explain the phenomenon behind the evil's that plagued the areas. Hellmouths and large cities always created problems. Of course it didn't help matters though that they seemed to attract danger"¦ "God Will, of all the men you had to marry in Vegas and get knocked up by you had to find the Buffy Summers of the wizarding world, the most imperiled wizard of his time"¦."
Willow's lips curved from the sullen look that had been gracing her face off and on for the last 5 minutes to a small smile at Xander's last words. "Imperiled Xander? Big word for you"¦"
Xander, sensing that his friend had just reached the bend in the hormonal roller coaster her pregnancy was causing, was quick to grasp the better mood that had emerged from the anger and frustration brought on by her mobility restrictions said pregnancy had induced upon the mother to be. "Well it's late. Too late for typical Xanderisms of the shorter than average persuasion. However it is never too late, heck, it's expected, for long words and the inevitable Gilesism's inherent in the speaking of said words especially when you're researching potential world destruction." He paused. "Speaking of late, we should probably be getting you and Xander Jr. home to bed."
Willow smiled indulgently at this late part of Xander's nearly intellectual babbling, used to hearing his teasing pleas as to the naming of her offspring. "Xander, for the last time, I'm not naming the baby Xander, or Alexander or Alex or Alexandra or whatever versions of your name or Buffy's there are." She paused. "Besides, her nameKathKathryn. It's a girl."
"You and Harry found out the sex then?" Xander looked surprised. He knew that his best friend and her husband (a man that Xander was reluctantly coming to respect and like for his respect and growing-if not complete-love of Willow) had been to the medi-witch recently but he hadn't known that they had found out if they were having a boy or a girl.
Willow shook her head negatively, dashing Xander's speculations to bits. "No. I just have a feeling that it's a girl. Don't ask me how, I just know."
"What does Harry think?" Xander asked, smiling at Willow's response to his question.
"Harry doesn't care as long as it's healthy," Willow said, stifling a yawn. "But he thinks it'll be a boy." She paused, remembering the amusing argument that had occurred on Christmas day with the Weasley family over the sex of the child. "We've a bet going on the subject. If it's a girl, I get to name it and vice versa." Willow was broken from her impromptu telling of the bet between her husband and herself with a yawn that she couldn't stop from emerging from her weary body.
Seeing this and glancing at his watch again to confirm that it was indeed a little past the 2 o'clock hour, Xander sighed and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Willow furrowed her brow in confusion, taking another sip of her water.
"Home," Xander said firmly. "To put you to bed."
"Xander, I'm not," Willow's response was broken by another yawn, therefore negating the sincerity of the response she was about to give to what she felt was an absolutely fabulous idea. "Tired."
Xander rolled his eyes and his best friends antics. Liar. "And monkeys fly out my ass. C'mon Will. We'll research more tomorrow. The apocalypse isn't due for a week or so and your husband will kill me if he shows up tomorrow and you have great big bags under your eyes and are yawning every five minutes. Not that he doesn't subject me to the same Willow when he leaves on Monday mornings," he tossed Willow a knowing grin as he helped her up from her chair and handed her the jacket from the spare chair they had thrown them into when they had entered the library 12 hours ago. "Who knew Willow Rosenberg was such an insatiable sex crazed monster?"
From beside him, Willow blushed deeply. Yes it was true that when Harry came for the weekend or vice versa, very little got done beyond a little one on one bed action. Or desk action. Or kitchen counter action (but they hadn't told Xander this). Or"¦.Willow stopped her train of thought as the memories started to arouse her and she remembered that her best friend was still standing next to her, smirking at where he knew her mind was immediately going. "Well," she started as she watched Xander turn the lights off, lock the door to the library and began to walk down the dimly lit corridor to the front doors of the Watcher's Council. "You try living as one huge hormone for nine months. I swear it's a wonder I haven't melted into one giant orgasm. Pregnancy has really done a number on my libido. When Harry's here we"¦"
"Whoa," Xander broke in abruptly teasingly. "Too much information. I love you Wills but I honestly don't wan hea hear the sordid details of your sex life."
"Who said anything about sordid?" Willow teased right back, "Let's not forget that you're Mr. Girl of the Week himself. I mean, my God Xander, the number of girls you've brought back to the apartment."
"I know," Xander said glumly. "If only they would want to go beyond friendship."
"Are you serious?" Willow deadpanned, having thought for months that Xander's sex life was blooming impressively.
"Uh-huh," Xander continued. "They all want to talk about their feelings and the fact that "˜isn't it nice to find a guy who doesn't want what every guy wants?' No pressure ladies." They stopped outside the Council'sdquadquarters in downtown London as Xander turned his eyes on Willow. "Do you know the last time I got laid?"
Willow bit her lip to hold in the laughter she wanted to give in to. "No Xander, I don't."
"A year ago," Xander turned to the door and locked it before holding an arm out for his best friend to take before they began the block and a half walk to their penthouse at the top of a nearby apartment building.
Willow was silent a moment as she fought the battle with laughter yet again, losing this time.
"Go ahead Mrs. I'm-getting-laid-on-a-regular-basis-Potter," Xander ranted sarcastically. "Laugh at my patheticness."
"Oh Xander I'm sorry," Willow tried to reign herself in. "It's just that"¦"but Xander had suddenly gone rigid next to her. With a questioning look on her face, Willow looked over towards where his eyes were frozen and the breath caught in her lungs. The waiting game was over. The Deatheaters had found them.