As usual, the high school buzzed with activity. And as usual, the high school buzzed with illicit activity. Students were talking at lockers, taking notes in class, fucking in the basement, hanging with friends in the lounge, being eaten by hairy demons in the gym, catching a few rays, copulating in the utility closet.

Just a normal day at Sunnydale High.

But high above the school, past the flagpole, through the clouds where a god-o-the-week sat muttering, in the stratosphere, the two mystic ones sat planning.

"Birthday... ooo oo... yeeeessss... make sure... uh-huh..."

The plans were quite specific.

**

Down in the bio lab, Willow sat, mixing something, something really dangerous and stinky, in a flask. She looked at the textbook, muttered, looked in a dusty magic book, muttered some more, and finally threw a smidge of salt into the mixture. When it turned a healthy blue, she sat back and smiled, proud of herself.

Suddenly, the door of the room was flung open. Long, slender fingers wrapped themselves around the doorjamb, deep red polish sparkling. A leg slid into the room, sultry, scarlet satin heel clicking on the floor, slim, tanned. She stepped into the room, a dark goddess, gypsy-esque beauty and shimmering glitter fabric meshing in a beautiful brew. Her eyes beckoned, her lips pursed in song. From the intercom speakers, sounds of eerie guitars and triumphant drums began to pour...

"I put a spell on you..."

She stepped towards Willow, fingers beckoning, eyes sparkling...

"Because you're mine..."

Willow's jaw fell open, her eyes crawling over the curves of the other woman slowly, hesitantly. She suddenly realized just how far up the slit went on the dress.

"I put a spell on you..."

The red head's hands moved, as with a mind of their own, over her breasts, over her skirt, over the heat throbbing unbidden between her legs.

"Because you're mine..."

And with the final note, Cordelia sat in Willow's lap, licking her lips.

**

Xander sat in the library, researching.

Well, not quite.

He was looking at engravings of nude women, and slowly stroking things that need stroking down below.

A noise boomed in the stacks. Confused, Xander got up to investigate, adjusting as he went. As he peered into the darkened bookcases, a voice began to float out of the shadows.

"I see a bad moon arising
I see trouble on the way..."

Xander's face was blank with confusion. The man emerged, still singing...

"Don't go around tonight
For it's bound to take your life..."

Just as he recognized the Watcher, Xander felt strong arms encircle his midsection. A soft voice sang gently in his ear, blowing on his lobes...

"There's a bad moon on the rise."

Realizing that he was caught between Giles and Angel, Xander could do nothing but sit back.

And grow hard.

**

Buffy walked down the hall, wondering where her friends were. As she walked, she whistled softly. At her locker, she softly sung, "Whoooo'll stop the rain..."

**

The two girls lay on the table, momentarily satiatied. Cordy's glittery dress lay in a heap, while Willow's tights were in pieces over by the plastic human model. They grinned at each other, coming off of their high.

Out of nowhere, a jar clattered down. Bolting up in fear, the girls realized they were not alone.

The musician slash werewolf danced towards them mincingly, singing brightly...

"Oooh oooh I bet you wonder how I knew..."

Grinning at them, he unzipped his pants...

"I heard it through the grapevine."

The girls were more than willing.

**

Up in the sky, the mystic ones looked at each other, wondering when the crack would wear off of the frolicing masses below. As tunes of badly sung Creedence warbled up, they smiled.

Suddenly, there was silence.

"Yay!" cried Jojo.

"Yay!" cried Mojo.

"Whadafuck?" cried the masses of SHS attendees who awoke from their crack induced fervor.

And the monkeys' debt to John Fogerty was repaid.