Kathy's Revenge

Chapter 5
Yum, pancake mix.


“So what happens next?”

“I start eating is what happens next.” He did walk into that. I don’t have to justify myself to you. Big fight followed by long bus ride. I’m fucking starving. So beeline for the kitchen is made and followed.

Now then where to start? I’m thinking fridge. Holds the most appetising snacks to be had while making actual food. I have a system. Well no snack food. To follow that not much of any food. Down side to dropping in on a vampire I suppose. Don’t know about you but blood not that tasty to me, to iron-y for me thank you. You like it that’s up to you. I found some eggs and milk that’s about it. I’m thinking pancakes.

In the back of my mind I can hear the others getting shooed into the office. And the new slayers dividing themselves into roomies.

Now where’s my snack? Ooohhhhh Cheesy puffs. The nemesis of calories, I cannot resist.
Ok so pancakes then, better go get Red. You really thought I was going to cook then didn’t you. Not likely.

Right so I go into Angle’s office where the Scoobies are sitting around talking about Cleveland again. For fuck sake we know where we’re going, to wherever the hell mouth is. We’re slayers, that is what we do. We slay vampires. Vampires kinda like hell mouths. So we follow the vampires. This is entirely a too long explanation so I’m going to stop right about now and get someone to cook me food.

“Hey Red, you know how to make pancakes?” I ask, interrupting their riveting conversation (yawn).

“You don’t know how to make pancakes?” asks Xander looking at me like I got two heads.

“Do you want to be leaving me alone with fire Harris?” I ask raising my eyebrow again the left.

“Fair point. Willow you make pancakes.” Ah the sense has returned.

“Tell you what Red I’ll even help with the prep work how does that sound?” Don’t get me wrong I’m not being nice or anything. My stomach is dictating my movements.

I’m thinking she feels slightly under pressure. Which would explain the throwing of hands in the air accompanied by a “Fine!”

“Yes. Thank you.” She gives me one of those Red looks. You know the one I’m on about, the kind where she displays her feelings openly. Right now it’s quite fearful. Have I ever thanked her before? Have I ever thanked anyone before? Not the point. “What? I’m hungry.”

Okay so time for me to use my slayer strength to mix some batter, great way to use my talents… ok so that wasn’t entirely sarcastic since this way I get food much faster than if Red was mixing…. Yum, pancake mix.

“Fingers!” Red shouts at me. I turn around to face her after hastily taking my finger out my mouth.

“What?” I ask trying to give her the most innocent look I can muster. I look, she just stares at me for a moment, I follow her eyes to my stomach where a splatter of batter has fallen, obviously having dripped off my finger. I smile a cheeky grin and go back to vigorously stirring the pancake mix.

“How did you know? You weren’t even facing me.” I ask clearly busted.

“You were too quiet.” She’s still not looking at me.

“You’re saying I can’t just be quiet?”

“Faith your like a child. When it all goes quiet your up to no good.” I can hear the smile in her voice as she says this.

“I am deeply offended Will.” The use of her actual name does make her turn and face me this time. “And I’ll have you know.” In the blink of an eye my hand is up and there is pancake mix all over her nose. “My immaturity is well fun, and many people find it alluring and charming thank you very much” I say with mock hurt in my voice.

Red giggles slightly and wipes the mix off her nose with her finger then licks it off. “I think you have sufficiently killed the mix.” She says watching me mix even more vigorously than I was before.

Bad thoughts about Red, bad thoughts about Red, take it away, take it away… stop it, stop it, stop it…

The little internal dilemma (or even external dilemma if you know what I mean) is solved when red passes me another bowl of pancake mix to kill and begins to fry the other one. Lots of food. Faith pleased.

Not so long later my stomach is full. So is everyone else’s. “Mmmm nummy.” I state so the room after my last bit licking off the sugar from my fingers. Forks are for the wimps in this room. Plus the less I use the less I wash up.

Buffy stands and begins to take the plates from peoples “I’ll wash.” And there goes my reason for using my fingers.

“I’ll dry.” Xander offers probably feeling left out of the whole pancake experience.

“I’ll break.” I say it without thinking. I don’t think anyone was paying attention but I feel like I should clarify anyway. “I mean. Put them away”

So the three of us flood into the kitchen. And B starts to fill the bowl. Xander throws the towel over his shoulder rubs his hands together and awaits the first wet, clean plate. We’ve got a whole line thing going on. “So Buffy. How does it feel?” Xander asks.

“How does what feel?” She asks confused taking another plate off the dirty pile and submerging it.

“Well you have been saying for years all you want is a normal life.” He says “Now you have the chance. It’s not like there is a shortage of slayers not is there.” He passes the dry plate to me and I ferret around for the cupboard to put it back into.

“Great.” Short answer. To the point. Well I like it. “You know what guys I think I can handle this on my own.

Well don’t need to tell me twice. “As long as your sure B.” I’m out of the kitchen almost as fast as Xander

Which is followed by a loud scream and a very loud crash. On second thoughts lets go back to the kitchen.