Title: An Alternative Reality: Sex, Magic and Betrayal
Author: Sigrina
Fandom: B:TVS AU (*not* Wish Universe)
Pairing: Miss Calendar/Willow

Email: Storm9632@aol.com 


An Alternative Reality: Sex, Magic and Betrayal


by Sigrina



Jana

In the end, she decided on a toss of the coin: heads and she'd cast the spell 
on herself; tails and she wouldn't. It was a passive attraction spell of the 
weakest kind. No way would she try an aggressive attraction spell in 
Sunnydale. This spell would only work on someone who had things in common 
with her. Adult in the company of children, surrounded by the occult: Jana 
reckoned that Rupert Giles might fit the bill. She'd been instructed by her 
elders to monitor Angel. They'd had some disturbing portents of late. And she 
had decided that the best way of keeping an eye on Angel was by getting close 
to the Watcher. Jana grimaced. To all extents and purposes she'd probably be 
prostituting herself for her clan. Not a happy thought.

She tossed the coin. Heads it was, then.

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Willow

She knew it was one of her biggest faults, this need to be successful at 
everything she did. Overachiever should have been her middle name. Her 
academic results were always sky-high, she'd honed her computer skills to 
perfection, now if only she could do the same with her magic skills. 

But of course it wasn't as simple as that. To be proficient and powerful at 
magic-use took a great deal of time and effort. She would have to study and 
practise constantly. And Willow Rosenburg, student and Slayerette, just 
didn't have as much time to devote to magic as she would like. Of course, 
there were always ways to get what she wanted, but the price tags were *way* 
too high. Blood sacrifice really squicked her out, and was pretty evil too. 
For the same reason pacts with demons were also not a good thing. 

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Jana

The spell worked, of course. And then some. 

Rupert Giles, stammering and blushing dinosaur that he was, seemed to find 
her fascinating. He really wasn't her type, but he was quite attractive and 
it was no great hardship to start a relationship with him. Occasionally, she 
could even forget the fact that she was using him. 

But then there was Willow Rosenburg, the little Wiccan friend of the Slayer. 
Computer expert and magic-user, just like Jana, so it wasn't surprising that 
the attraction spell hit her, too. Red-haired, beautiful, and with a 
quirky-but-ruthless streak she usually kept hidden. Willow was *much* more 
Jana's type than Rupert Giles. 

And her potential was amazing. She could be one of the most powerful witches 
imaginable. But it would take time, these things always did, unless you found 
an 'easy' way to obtain power. 

Jana thought long and hard about Willow Rosenburg. Much as she loved her 
people, she often didn't like them very much. If Willow could realise her 
power, and ally it to Jana's, there was very little the two of them couldn't 
achieve. Her clan would not be able to send her out to whore for them again 
with that kind of power behind her.

All she had to do was persuade Willow. And she didn't think that would be 
*too* difficult...

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Willow

Something that Miss Calendar said one day stuck in Willow's mind. Something 
about obtaining power by a relatively 'unevil' method. So Willow waited until 
Giles was out on patrol with Buffy and sneaked into the library to do some 
personal research.

And there it was: sex magic. Potentially dangerous, yes, but handled 
correctly it could produce incredible power while avoiding bad things like 
blood and death and soul-selling. Giles wouldn't approve, of course, but he 
didn't have to know. And if she was careful enough it would be a harmless way 
of garnering power without really hurting anyone.

But she checked first with Miss Calendar, whose approval meant a lot to her. 
Miss Calendar ('Please, Willow, out of school hours call me Jenny.') was all 
for it, was even prepared to help her in return for a power-share.

So she and Jenny cast the spells to collect sexual energy from Willow's 
friends. Angel was not included, as vampires were rather too dangerous to 
mess with. For a similar reason Oz was also left alone. But his girlfriend, 
Cordelia, was an unexpected font of sexual frustration and power. It turned 
out that she was actually attracted to Xander but thought that he was too 
lame to date. Buffy was a delicious source of power with her unfulfilled 
desires for Angel and, big shock, uncertain feeling towards Giles. Giles 
himself was a morass of sexual energy. Willow revealed lines of attraction to 
Jenny, no surprise there, Buffy, and also to herself and Xander. Squicky, 
much. But Willow had to deal. Xander was a relatively 'pure' fountain of 
sexual power, being a male teenager with rampaging hormones and faint psychic 
echoes of hyena.

It was a pity none of them was actually getting any sexual satisfaction. That 
would really have produced more power. Willow was tempted to give one or more 
of them a 'shove' courtesy of a love spell or two, but she knew that this was 
a major Bad Thing. But she was desperate enough to consider actually having 
sex herself with one of them in order to release the energy she could 
practically *taste*.

But who to pick? Angel and Oz were both taken and off-limits due to there 
supernatural natures. Giles, she didn't think she'd be able to control. There 
was a frightening deep stream of darkness running through his aura. Xander 
she loved too much to use. Besides, he saw her as a sister. Which left either 
a stranger (way too dangerous) or one of her female friends. Not bitch-queen 
Cordelia. Willow doubted that she had anything to appeal to the other girl. 
Buffy liked her, but was obsessed with Angel. Which only left one choice...

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Jana

She couldn't believe how soon Willow came to her with the 'proposition'. The 
redhead's face was almost as bright as her hair, but she made an excellent 
attempt to put forward the reasons why they should do this. Jana was 
ecstatic. 

And so there they were, a few hours later, floor covered in mystical symbols 
while the knelt naked facing each other. Willow was trembling, a frightened 
virgin. But Jana was determined that soon the trembling would be caused by 
passion not fear.

They both began to chant, feeling the tingle of the spell as it embraced 
them. When they finished the chant Willow seemed to freeze. Jana knew that 
she would have to make the first move. Slowly, she reached out a hand and 
began to stroke Willow's breast. The young woman gave a breathy sigh. 
Encouraged by this, Jana lowered her head, taking Willow's nipple into her 
mouth and lightly caressing it with her tongue. Willow gasped. Jana increased 
the pressure on the nipple, sucking gently, her hand rising to fondle 
Willow's other breast. Willow was moaning softly now. Jana trailed her hand 
downwards and was rewarded when Willow parted her legs. The moaning grew in 
frequency and volume as Jana stroked and petted her partner. Willow raised 
herself up to allow Jana greater access to her hot, wet centre. At the same 
time Willow's hands reached out tentatively to touch Jana. The older woman 
moaned her approval as Willow reached between her legs, arching her back so 
that Willow could use those elegant fingers of hers to greater advantage. It 
was getting more and more difficult to concentrate on keeping their balance. 
Jana gently lowered Willow to the floor, heedless of its coldness. She 
doubted that she'd ever feel cold again. This was meant to be a practical 
power-gaining exercise, but somehow it had become so much more. She stared 
into Willow's passion-dilated eyes, guessing that her eyes were in a similar 
state. 

Strangely, her thoughts suddenly shifted to Rupert Giles and she felt a 
moments regret for what might have been if things had only been a little 
different. 

Then all thought of Rupert Giles were banished as Willow plunged her fingers 
deep into Jana's body, her thumb stroking over her clitoris. Oh, Jana 
thought, she's very good for a beginner. Will I be able to survive her when 
she gains some experience? 

Tiny purple sparks were rushing over both of their bodies. Jana felt as if 
she was flying, the tension inside her increasing almost unbearably. She 
could feel the build-up of sexual power, the room was lighting up with it. 
And then she felt a sudden rush of power as Willow gave a scream and 
climaxed. The surge triggered her own climax, and vaguely, she could feel 
Willow shake and moan as she received the energy released.

And then she felt no more for the longest time...

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Willow

School the next day was torture. Especially her computer class. As Jenny - 
Miss Calendar during school hours she reminded herself - walked into the room 
Willow felt a dull throbbing and burning heat built up low in her belly. She 
couldn't stop herself from squirming in her seat as she remembered waking up 
on that cold floor wrapped in Jenny's embrace. How the two of them had 
stumbled to Jenny's bed, kissing and groping all the way. How they had teased 
and stroked each other to completion once again. The sparks had crawled over 
them again. They wouldn't need herbs and chants anymore. A connection had 
been forged the night before, stronger than either of them had anticipated. 
The only ritual they'd need now to accumulate sexual energy would be to make 
love. And Willow intended to do that as often as she could...

They had to hide their relationship from the school authorities, of course. 
But it was impossible to hide it from their friends. While Jenny was cool and 
collected, Willow was such a bad actor. Giles picked up on it first. He tried 
to counsel Willow in his hesitant, fumbling way. Then he spoke to Jenny, 
warning her to spend less time with Willow. 

After a brief but intense discussion, they both decided to 'come out' about 
their relationship. Some of their friends was shocked, Giles especially. 
Willow felt sorry for him, knowing how his feelings towards her lover. Buffy 
stood for the longest time, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Willow had 
a feeling that it would never be the same between them again. Xander did the 
fish-thing, too, but then got this dreamy expression on his face and Willow 
felt a small surge of power go through her. Cordelia just shrugged as if she 
didn't care. Which she probably didn't. Angel gave them a deep brooding stare 
which made Willow suspect that he knew that there was more to this than two 
people falling in love. Oz gave Willow a stare she could not interpret and 
then proceeded to say even less to her than he had before the announcement.

Despite her friends' rather mixed response Willow was happy. She had a 
wonderful source of power to play with. And she had Jenny. Despite vampires, 
demons and schoolwork, Willow was in heaven.

***********************************

Jana

When the knock came on the door she knew who it was. Willow had left her key 
to 'Jenny''s apartment on her desk as soon as she'd found out.

Willow stood in front of her, looking like she hadn't slept in a long time. 
Jana was aware that she looked just as bad. Despite this she still felt a 
flare between them. Jana's betrayal hadn't diminished the attraction. For a 
moment Jana cursed that stupid attraction spell she'd cast before all this 
had started. If she hadn't cast it Willow probably wouldn't have considered 
becoming involved with her. And she, Jana, wouldn't be feeling this 
heart-wrenching pain at the blank, closed look on Willow's face.

Without speaking, Willow followed her into the apartment. Jana closed the 
door and waited. Giles had had his say, so had Buffy. Both had been quite 
expressive about her 'betrayal' of their friendship. What would Willow say?


'Was it all a trick? Did you make me love you just so you could keep watch on 
Angel?'

'Willow!' 

How could she believe that? After all they'd shared, how could she possible 
believe that?

How could she not?

Willow had fallen in love with Jenny Calendar, and Jenny had fallen in love 
with Willow. But 'Jenny Calendar' wasn't real. So who could blame Willow for 
believing that the love they'd shared was also not real?

And nothing she could do would ever erase the pain that shone from Willow's 
eyes. 

'I love you.' She had to say it.

A tremor passed over Willow's face. 

'Well, I don't love you. I loved Jenny. I don't know you.'

'Willow, please...'

'I don't love you. I don't ever want to speak to you again. I hate you.'

And both of them knew she was lying.

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Willow

The pain was all-encompassing, unendurable and endless. Xander tried his 
best, alternating his attentions between her and Buffy. In the end she told 
him to go away or she'd turn him into a frog. He blanched and retreated, and 
Willow couldn't even summon up enough concern to feel guilty for frightening 
him. If he hadn't stopped pestering her she'd probably have done something to 
him that she wouldn't have been able to reverse.

Giles had informed her that 'Jenny' was searching for a way to restore 
Angel's soul. Willow didn't give a damn about the state of Angel's soul. As 
far as she was concerned, Angelus could turn up now and she'd welcome him. 
Anything to end this pain...

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Jana

She knew she couldn't just wallow in her pain and guilt. She had to do 
something to remedy this situation. If she'd let Buffy know about the 'moment 
of true happiness' clause in Angel's curse then this whole thing might have 
been avoided. She would have explained everything to Willow and the two of 
them could have built up their power and lived their own lives together. She 
snorted at image of he two of them in a fairy-tale setting, living 'happily 
ever after'. 

She shivered. She'd once thought that she'd never feel cold again. Now it was 
if she'd never be warm again.

Blinking back tears she stared at the computer screen. 

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Willow

She screamed, clutching at her chest as something poured into her. She felt 
Jenny's presence and then the link between them flared and died.

She knew what it meant. Heedless tears streamed wantonly down her face. 



Later, Giles came to tell her that Jenny's body had been found in the 
computer room at the school. He found her inhumanly calm. 

'Angelus.'

It wasn't a question, but Giles nodded anyway.

'Then we kill him.' 

It was said almost conversationally.

'Buffy...'

'Buffy can't kill him. But I can.'

'Willow...'

'She gave me all her power. It won't last long, but it doesn't have to.'

'I can't let you...'

Willow grasped the link that she'd forgotten to dissolve after the 
power-garnering. She'd sucked out his energy and watched as he collapsed to 
the floor. She searched him and removed the stake he had tucked in his jacket 
pocket. The cross she left where it was. She wasn't going to need it.

At the door she turned and erected a short-term protective spell around the 
room. It would last until Giles recovered.


The vampires roaming the streets of Sunnydale gave her a wide berth as they 
felt the power that surrounded her. She walked, unmolested, until she came 
upon Angelus draining some hapless Sunnydale citizen. She relaxed the power 
shield until she appeared helpless.

'Well, if it isn't one of the Slayer's little gang. Hello, Willow, it's such 
a pleasure to see you again. But, oh my, you're not looking too good. 
Sleepless nights? Come here and let me cure you of that little problem.'

Inhumanly fast, he grabbed her. She sent a surge of pain through him and he 
snarled, ripping into her. Willow felt her life's blood flowing from her and 
conjured up another pain-surge. Angelus stumbled backwards, but not before 
he'd gouged long slashes in her soft flesh. Holding herself together with the 
remains of her power, she launched herself at Angelus, stake in hand. Her aim 
was true, and she gave a deaths-head grin at the look of shock and disbelief 
on the vampire's face just before he exploded into a shower of dust. 



She was vaguely aware of running footsteps and someone calling her name. 
Someone held her, and even with the fresh agony it caused she was grateful 
for the contact. 

'Jenny,' she breathed.

And died smiling.


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