Title: Déjà vu?
Author: Mylenn
E-mail: lizsita@usa.net
Rating: This one’s probably a PG14 or so. If you don’t think so, sorry.
Distribution: Anya, Serendipity, UCSL, anyone else who wants it. Please ask first, and send me your webpage/URL so I know where it’s going.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one in this story or any others. Joss ::bows down:: does. Lucky guy. I think Mutant Enemy and a few others do too. Oh well.
Summary: Okay, this is a sequel to “Having Fun...Willow Style.” Once again our lovely Willow and Spike get it goin’ on. In front of Giles,
Xander, Oz and Cordelia. Wackiness ensues.
Author’s Note 1: This is insane. I realize the probability of this happening on the show is about 1 in a billion. Please forgive me.
Author’s Note 2: Many thanks to Britt (IluvBtVS@aol.com) for the idea of the fight sequence. I’m not sure if this is what she had in mind, but I sorta like the end result. Hopefully everyone else will too.
Feedback: Sure...I love it...I even promise to write back!

I’m done babbling, so go read the story!

Willow sighed and leaned back in her chair. It had been a week, 2 days, 1 hour and 13 minutes since she had kissed Spike, but who’s counting? Since then, she hadn’t been able to think about anything else besides their meeting in the park. The memory of his lips on her hers and the passion that it stirred was not something that she had been able to forget easily.

Buffy had been livid, when she had refused to explain the encounter that Buffy had witnessed. Willow had managed to keep Buffy from telling the others, though. At least for a few days. At first Buffy had been convinced that Willow was possessed or something. But, after Willow had sufficiently proved otherwise, Buffy had agreed to keep silent for three days. That left Willow only one more night to come up with an explanation, that would reassure Giles, Xander, Oz and Cordelia and didn’t involve demone,curses or possesion.

“Will? HEY, anyone home?”

The unexpected question startled Willow out of her thoughts. “Yeah Xander, I’m home. What did you want?”

“We were wondering if you were Bronzing tonight?”

“I don’t thi--” Willow was interrupted by the library doors slamming open and a dozen vampires spilling in. Angelus, Druscilla and Spike trailed behind, seemingly in charge of the attack.

“Well boys, here’s your dinner. Eat up!” Angelus shouted to the minions. The nine other vampires descended upon the Slayer and Slayerettes. Buffy immediately staked the two that rushed her, then turned her attention to the ones attacking her friends.

Willow was scared. Very scared, and VERY angry. She couldn’t believe Angel. How dare he come in here and try to feed her and her friends to his minions. She was sick of him and his stupid little games and ‘presents’. Very slowly, as not to be noticed, she reached into her pocket and grasped the stake she always carried with her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a vamp about to bite Xander. She snapped.

With a cry, she launched herself at the offending vamp and promptly staked him as it stood there, astonished. She leant a hand to Xander and pulled him off the table before returning her attention to the battles surrounding her. Buffy was close to dusting one, and Giles held a vamp still while Cordelia shoved a stake into it’s chest. She turned her gaze to the three leading vamps lounging near the entrance. Willow’s eyes locked with Spike but they simply looked at each other for a moment before he averted his gaze and stared at the floor. Willow turned on her heel and helped her friends stake the leftovers.

The sound of clapping echoed off the high ceilings. Angelus stepped forward, followed by Dru and lastly, Spike.

“Well done Slayer, everyone of my ‘boys’ staked. And you Willow, dusting two all by yourself. Very impressive. I didn’t know you had it in you.” Angelus mocked them with his voice while he and his ‘friends’ efficiently surrounded them.

Willow hadn’t noticed much of this. She sub-consciously registered Angelus’ words and was enraged over them. Of course she had it in her!

Just then, the three leaders attacked the group, Angelus went for Giles and Willow, Dru for Cordelia and Xander and Spike for Buffy. The mortals of the room fought for their lives and the odds weren’t too bad.

Willow kept blocking Angelus’ blows as best as she could, but more and more were landing on her, and it was starting to REALLY hurt. Giles wasn’t helping much either. He had rage and adrenaline fueling him, which gave him an attitude but that didn’t help to co-ordinate his moves. The punches and kicks that WERE landing didn’t seem to faze Angelus, and if she didn’t distract him soon, she wasn’t going to be around for her next birthday.

Suddenly, Willow remembered herself fighting a few nights ago. She had managed to do some damage before she....well-you-know-what to Spike. She grabbed all of her anger she had towards this creature and expressed it with a solid punch to the gut. It worked beautifully. Angelus bent over, gasping from the streams of pain that were shooting from his abdomen. He promptly forgot about the two humans standing around him and focused his attention solely on the task of trying to prevent unconsciousness from claiming him.

Willow turned to Giles, who was staring at her with his mouth hanging open. “Don’t kill him yet.” She turned and grabbed rope, a cross and a stake from underneath the library table. She silently thanked Buffy for the secret stash that was kept close by. She handed the items to Giles and instructed him in their use.

“Tie up his hands and feet really good, and hold him off with the cross. Only stake him if you have to.” She spun on her heel, and after grabbing another set of the same items, she strode over to Xander and Cordelia who seemed to have Druscilla under control. She gave them the same instructions and left before any questions could be raised.

Buffy and Spike were still going at it, though signs of weariness were beginning to show. They were evenly matched and probably wouldn’t stop until they were both dead. Willow saw a solution to this confrontation. It had worked before and hopefully it would work again.

Very quietly, she walked up to the remaining vampire and the Slayer. Everyone else in the room tracked her movements, including Angelus who had managed a fragile grip on consciousness, but she went unnoticed by her targets. Swiftly, she grabbed Buffy by the shoulder and pushed her back, knocking her onto her back. Buffy recovered quickly and was getting up as Willow turned to Spike, who was once again astounded at this girl’s fire. Just as Buffy was about to attack, Willow reached up, grabbed Spike face and bringing it down to hers, she kissed him.

The other occupants of the room looked on in amazed horror. For one in his immortal lifetime, Angelus was speechless. Buffy even stopped herself from attacking at the sight of her best friend making out with a vampire. She’d seen it before, but had hoped it wouldn’t happen again.

Spike and Willow could both feel the passion being ignited and the memories of their first meeting surging to the surface, breaking free from under layers of denial and confusion. Willow buried her hands in Spike’s hair and pressed herself closer to him, trying to drown in him. He responded in kind, his mind empty of anything beyond the feelings, the taste of her lips and the passion that was stirring within him.

Willow started to feel a bit faint and immediately realized that she needed air, and fast! She pulled away with a gasp, clutching onto Spike’s shoulders for support as she sucked air into her empty lungs. Spike seemed dazed for a moment while he regained control of his rampaged emotions and his body’s responses.

All at once the impact of what had happened hit them. They replayed a part of their first meeting to the letter. At the same time, Spike and Willow both jumped away from eathother, trying to gather their bearings. They stared into the eyes of the other as reality crashed down on them.

Willow seemed to be mouthing something but no air was pushing past her lungs to make the appropriate sounds. Spike eyes just widened and her started to look a little afraid for his life -- or rather, his unlife. All eyes were on the startled couple in the middle of the room. Angelus was the first to break out of his trance.

“What in Satan’s name was THAT?” He managed to convey enough contempt into that statement, which it would shame even the most hardened racist.

Willow started babbling to God or some othersuch nonsense. Spike on the other hand, knew what his future probably held and was not liking it in the least. And he voiced his concern.

“Oh shit,” he whispered, his voice laced with tension. “I’m going to be staked by everyone here. I’m leaving. Now.” With that he turned, but before he could take a step, Willow’s hand shot out and wrapped itself around his wrist. Spike tried to shake her off but she held on tight, her face set and clearly conveying the resolve that she felt.

“Wait. I’ve got to explain this to them and you’re not going anywhere until I’m done. So, stay.” Her tone had gotten harsher and louder and by the time she was done, Willow was practically shouting and her tone left no room for any arguments. Spike decided, and wisely too, not to contest her decision. He still had the bruises from their last fight.

“Well, anyone want to explain? I’m getting VERY impatient. Trust me when I say that’s not a good thing.” Angelus was acting like the idiot that he is and furthering angering the pissed-off hacker. Willow intended to take this at her own pace but with every word out of Angelus’ mouth, her hatred and anger towards him came to the surface.

“Shut UP!! How dare you come in here and try to kill us. AGAIN! Are you some sort of child or something. I mean, what’s up with this whole revenge kick, anyways? Isn’t the whole ‘I’m gonna’ hurt Buffy ‘cause she made me feel good’ a little childish. Why don’t you just accept the fact that you were once almost human and get on with your life…or unlife as the case may be.”

Druscilla whimpered at the tone of Willow’s voice, and drew Willow’s attention away from Angelus. Willow wasn’t too impressed with Dru either. Her antics had got them into trouble more than once and she was sick of the insane vampiress. She stalked over to the raven-haired beauty and started to tear into her as well.

“What the hell is wrong with YOU? Wimpering like a dog? Oh, and by the way, if you’re a clairvoyant, why didn’t you see this plan fail? I mean, what a load of shit!” All traces of the caring and shy Willow had vanished, replaced by a brave and out-spoken individual who had done a good job thus far and was continuing to put on a show worth seeing.

Willow felt a pair of hands drop to her shoulders and a heavily-accented voice reached her ears.

“Pet, I’m thinking that maybe you should calm down a bit. I’ve got a feeling that we both have a lot of explaining to do. You might find it easier to help with that if you’re not so bloody angry, hmmmm?” Spike was rather impressed with Willow’s temper. It rivaled that of Dru’s and was pretty damn sexy. At least to a vampire.

Willow saw the truth in Spike’s suggestion. Things WOULD go a lot smoother if she could just get a grip on her rampaging emotions. She turned around, gave Spike a stiff and curt nod of the head then walked over to the library table. She glanced around the room taking in the shocked and disbelieving stares that came from everyone except Spike. He had seen what she could do, the others had not.

“Soooo,” Willow drew the word out, trying to avoid looking at the others. “Time for a rousing game of ‘Twenty Questions’. Who wants to go first?”

“Me,” yelped Xander, his voice cutting out the other volunteers. “What the Hell happened to you? When did you become Superwoman? And why in God’s name did you just suck face with HIM? Are you possessed or something? Has this happened before? You two looked pretty comfortable there”

Willow shook her head, already feeling a massive headache coming on. She just shook her head and remembered the last time she played this game. Buffy had asked the same questions, same order and with the same tone. This time however, she had an audience composed of friends AND enemies. Suddenly the weight of her actions became apparent to her and she groaned. While she was mentally kicking herself, another thought came to her. Willow snuck a glance at the vampire in question. His posture was tense but his eyes had a glazed look to them and he wasn’t paying any attention to the other occupants of the room.

Spike had stopped paying attention for a very good reason. Or at least in his mind, it was a very good reason. He was thinking about Willow. More specifically, about Willow’s mouth and the two times he’d been able to touch it with his own. Memories of their first encounter mixed with this most recent one. He realized that Angleus and Dru were both sending him nasty glares and promises of revenge. He turned to Willow, who was getting ready to answer the boy’s questions.

“In order, I kissed him, and in doing so saved all your butts. I’m not Superwoman, do you see tights or spandex? Once again, I did it because I didn’t want anyone dead. NO, I’m not possessed or anything else like that, Buffy asked the same question. And last but not least, YES, this has happened before. Satisfied?” She had said this all in one breath, and was quite winded by the end.

“Um, Willow? What do you mean, this had happened before?” Giles, the ever listening Watcher, was very hesitant in his questioning. He didn’t fancy being the object of her wrath. “You also mentioned Buffy, something about her asking the same questions. Does she know about another encounter?” He had picked up on this little detail, while it had sailed over the heads of the others. His gaze turned to Buffy, changing from hesitant to disapproving.

“Oh, right…Buffy. Great. Me and My big mouth….”

Note from LadyLass:
I have no idea why this is half italics but I can't get rid of it.Sorry.

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