fandomhigh | Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2008, Saturday Afternoon (Part II)

After the last diploma had been handed out, the graduates were sent back to their seats, and Principal Washburn returned to the podium, to give her final speech and end the ceremony.

It was then that the rumbling started.

Odds were, if you asked the average citizen of Fandom to describe the town, they would tell you about the school, and the shops, and the beach and preserve, and all the areas of the island that existed above ground. But what they wouldn't describe was the island's biggest secret - beneath the ground, hidden from all of the town's inhabitants, was a city of ancient machines, designed to keep Fandom connected to every dimension it has ever touched, allowing people to continue to come from all over to live and grow on the island.

Although the existence of the underground city has always been hidden from Fandom's citizens - a safety measure, to ensure that none of Fandom's more power-hungry students or teachers try to use the machines for harmful purposes - it has not been a secret to everyone. During the night, fae and faeries of all sizes and power had come to make their way underground, and seize control of Fandom's machines, determined to have the unparalleled dimensional access for themselves. Although they were followed, the Wild Hunt had never caught its prey, and while the people of the town were occupied with graduation, the faeries struck, beginning to activate the machines.

But what the faeries didn't realize was that not all of the machines controlled access to dimensions. One machine in particular, one of the first to be activated, controlled the access to the city from above ground. As the machine chugged along, a section of the island lowered a few feet underground, allowing access to the city, the machines, and the faeries.

Of course, it just so happened that this section of land was where the platforms had been laid before graduation, and where the graduates had all been seated. As the platforms sank, a clear bubble covered the area where they'd been, allowing the audience to watch, but preventing them from being able to interfere or help. It was up to the graduates to defend themselves, and get rid of the fae.

[~~Wait for the OCD, please!~~ OCD is up! Have fun!]

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Willow looked around.

"I'd say this is comparable with a snake," she decided.

If Willow didn't look out, she'd get tackled off-guard by a shirtless, muddy, but relieved-looking cooking study buddy.

Willow didn't look out, but that was okay. She was all for tackling him back ~~while commenting on his hotness in last night's BSG 'cause DAYUM~~

"Willow, we made it, we made it!" Anders exclaimed ~~sadly not all pissed-off and sweaty and hot like last night HOLY SDOIUSDOF~~.

"We did, we did!" Willow said, still huging. "I'm very glad you didn't get hurt or die!"

"Neither of us did!" Anders exulted. "And gods, can you believe we're actually done with school?"

"Let's not ruin the celebration with depressing thoughts," Willow said.

". . . I'm going to college in the fall?" Anders offered, in hopes of cheering her up a bit.

"Oh yay!" Willow said. "Good for you! Are you also quitting smoking?"

Gulp. "I'm working on it," Anders said. Which he was -- that pack he'd smoked earlier this week had been all stale and gross and ew.

"Don't make me hunt you down and treat you like I did the faeries," Willow said. "I'd much rather any reunions we have be about the joy of college textbooks and note taking."

"No whacking me with a chair," protested Anders, who gave her the puppydog face. "I'm trying!"

"Well, okay," Willow said. She went to hug him again, as encouragement for trying.

Anders happily hugged her back. "I'm proud of you, cooking study buddy."

"Me too," Willow said. "By which I mean I am proud of you, not that I'm proud of myself. Well I'm that too, I just don't feel a need to brag about it."

"I'll brag about it for you," Anders offered. "Way to go, us, though!"

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Peter was making his way quickly to her side and still cursing the lack of a sword. "Does that mean you're well?" he asked, looking her over worriedly.

"Grossed out in a really major way, but yes," Willow said. She went to give Peter a tight hug. "You? Do I need to find ways to smoosh them all over again? Because I so would."

"No smushing necessary," he said, hugging her back as tightly as possible. "Just wish I had my sword with me."

"You did very well with your knife," Willow said. "You looked very dashing and brave."

"Also like a git fighting in a dress," he pointed out. "You, however, were a figure of grace and aplomb."

Willow beamed proudly. "That's because I took the dress off."

Small pause.

"...you know what I mean."

"Willow you okay?" Then as an afterthought. "And this is a weird time to bring this up I know, but My Mom kinda wants to meet my big sister."

He did not notice the sky was different.

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"I'm fine," Willow said. "Are you?"

"I think so. But that might just be the adrenaline talking." His mother was trying to make her way through the crowd to get to her son.