By Liss. Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and WB. The story's mine. Don't sue. (Notice the economy of phrasing…) This is set after "Some Assembly Required". This is my first fanfic, so please be nice. I'd really appreciate some feedback. Thank you xxx

Willow sat in her history class, for once not paying a great deal of attention to what the teacher was saying. Snyder had hurried them off to their respective classes before Willow had had a chance to explain their dilemma to Buffy and Xander, so now she was stuck with being Cordelia to everyone until she caught up with her friends. As Mrs Regent moved on to eloquently discourse upon the impact of the end of the Napoleonic wars on unemployment in Britain, Willow’s mind turned to the question of Giles being away. How long was he going to be away for? What if it was weeks? What if she and Cordelia got so stuck in each other’s bodies they couldn’t be switched back? What if…

"Cordelia?" It wasn’t so much the teacher’s impatient voice that got through Willow’s rising panic, but the fact that pretty much everyone had turned round and was staring at her. She gazed blankly at the teacher, hoping to be given some clue as to what the woman had just asked her. Silence reigned. Then Cordelia broke in and started talking about war injuries and the poor law, and attention shifted from Willow’s misery to Cordelia’s surprising amount of knowledge. Paying more heed to what was going on around her, Willow took notes and wrote down an essay title with the rest of the class, then left hurriedly before anyone could accost her.

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Cordelia stuffed her history book into Willow’s backpack, and dashed after the girl. If there was one thing she hadn’t been worrying about, it was that Willow would behave perfectly well in class, and wouldn’t be getting any teachers Cordelia-mad. But oh no! Little Miss Perfect had to go and behave like a total ninny, and make her look like an idiot. Cordy admitted grudgingly that perhaps her history class performances hadn’t always rated an "way excellent", but at least she usually had an answer, and didn’t sit there gaping in a way that was seriously unattractive. Oh God, please say no one else noticed just how bad she had looked. Well, not her, per se, since she was in Willow’s body making Willow look so much cooler than she ever had done before, but her body, which… Well, whatever, she looked bad, and it was all Willow’s fault. Maybe this was some evil plan that Willow and that loser Xander had come up with to get back at her. They’s always hated her, just because she was honest enough to point out their embarrassingly patent flaws. Cordelia stopped her internal musings at this point, feeling bound to admit that she hadn’t always be the most pleasant person to either of the slayerettes, but who wanted always to be nice? Nice people never got noticed – look at Willow.

Just as she was about to latch onto Willow, the bell for next period rang, and the two girls were shunted into their maths class with the rest of the students.

To be continued…

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