Nothing, as long as you don't do anything stupid, like actually press it

It was the button. Of course it was the button. Fuck.

It must have shown in his eyes. Which felt like they were about the same size as the lump on his forehead.

“Is that a no? Oh. Is this… something of Buffy’s?”

“Something of Buffy’s” being code for “weird vampirey shit we don’t talk about where Mom and Dad might hear.”

“That it is. The Buffiest. Just keep holding it by the edges like that and don’t drop it.”

“Do you even know what it does?”

“No. Yes. It—it—”

It gave you life. Which probably means it can take it away.

“Jesus, Xander.” She put it down on his desk, with exaggerated care. “What are you going to do, take it to Giles’s?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t. I want to bury it in a steel box in a tomb under a nuclear waste dump under a church under a jail under a damn mountain. What it did—”

“ ‘Did’? … That’s not good, is it?”

“What it did was… mostly good, actually. Almost entirely good. But it’s definitely magical and I don’t know how it works and if I push the button again it might _un_do it.”

“And that... would be bad.”

“Really bad.”

… “What the fuck did it do, Xander?”

Willow opened and rummaged through each of her dorm-room drawers—where the hell did it go?—and eventually gave up. Threw herself onto the bed and reached into herself, gently, gently

Tara giving one of those bashful smiles as she leaned in for a gentle kiss, her peasant blouse loose on her frame as she stroked her hand down Lettie’s back as she smirked that little smirk only she they got to see and pulled her T-shirt over her head to stretch and shimmy and just settle in for a while, get comfy, make themselves at home on top of and under and around and and and—a rattling at the door, it must be Buffy coming back and imagine if she saw the three of us and smiled and ducked and bit her lip and—

She got herself under the covers just in time.

“Hey, Wills. Early night?”

Weren’t you supposed to be having a late one?!