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Title: Rumors Of My Death....
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Summary: Part 4 of the Goddess, Thy Name is...Willow? series.
Willow's awake (and not dead!) The watchers find out. Wesley is obnoxious. And Spike and Angel (you guessed it) fight.
Spoilers: Bad Girls
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Rating: PG-13 (I guess)
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Dedication: To Ruby, who wrote me lovely Spike smut, to Constance who wrote yummy Angel and Spike smut, to my listies on Willow_Vampires (100 of you! YAY!), to anyone and everyone who has sent me feedback so far, and finally for Constance (again) who thought of a title for this thing.
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"Very well, I'm on my way."
Angel said good-bye and hung up the phone. He looked over at the couch where Willow and Spike were sitting. Very close. Too close. < Time to put a stop to this! > "Willow, you've had a rough night, maybe you should go get some sleep, at least until Giles gets here." Spike glared at his sire. He had been enjoying sitting so close to his little redhead, who had seemed to lose all fear of him. < Well, it makes sense, after all she already died tonight. There's really not much I could do to scare her right now, even if I wanted to. >
Willow answered "No Angel, I'm fine. In fact I'm better than fine." Spike grinned. < She's sitting next to me and feeling 'better than fine.' Ha! She's fine with *me* and I bet you're as jealous as all hell. You wanker. >
Willow continued "Now, why is Giles coming here? As opposed to us going to the library I mean. Except for Spike of course, because Buffy would stake him. In fact do you really think we need Giles at all? 'Cuz like I said, I feel fine."
"You DIED Willow. So yes, I think we need Giles to come and try to explain stuff. And we're not going to the library because I don't trust Buffy's new watcher." Angel answered, somewhat exasperated at Willow's question and truly not happy about the grin on Spike's face.
"Are you sure I died Angel? Because, like you said, people don't just recover from death. Also, death is a pretty big thing, I'm almost sure I would remember it if I actually died. Maybe I just looked dead or something."
"Your neck was broken! You had no pulse! You were DEAD! Trust me, this is something I know a lot about. And if you don't want to believe me, just ask Spike." Angel could sense Willow starting to get angry with him, so he threw in the last bit hoping to direct her attention, and more importantly her growing frustration and anger, to Spike.
Willow looked over at Spike questioningly. He replied "Sorry luv, but the wanker's right. You were definetly not alive." Willow looked at him, her frustration evident on her face, and prepared to speak. She was interrupted by a knock at the door. Giles had arrived.
In the Library:
Wesley watched as Giles prepared a bag of things he thought he might need. There were mostly books, but Wesley noticed that Giles had also taken the time to dig out some chains as well. Wesley left the library to gather some things of his own.
Outside the Mansion:
Giles was standing hesitantly on the step outside of the mansion. A large part of him most emphatically did not want to go inside, for a number of reasons, he didn't want to see Angel, he definitely did not want to see Spike, but mostly he didn't want to see a changed Willow. He was scared to death that he was being called in to destroy her, and no matter what he had said the night before, he *knew* there was no way he could kill her. < Well, I suppose there's nothing I can do until I get inside and find out exactly why I've been called here. Please let her still be Willow. None of us will have the strength to destroy her. Not Willow. > He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Angel rushed to the door and immediately pulled Giles inside. "I'm glad you're here. Something's happened. Willow, she was killed-"
"Killed? You killed Willow? How could you?"
"NO! No, Giles, I didn't kill Willow, she ran off and was killed by a vampire and..." He trailed off as they walked into the main room where Willow was sitting with Spike, obviously alive.
"Is that supposed to be some sort of sick vampiric humor? She's not dead. Look at her, she must be one of the liveliest corpses I've ever seen, and this is a hellmouth."
"GILES! Would you please stop interrupting me? She WAS dead. Now she's not. That's why I called you. Her neck was broken, she had no pulse, now her neck is fine and her heart is beating. Why?"
"Um..." Giles looked over at Willow. She looked back and said "I think they're hallucinating. I'm not dead."
"W-well yes, obviously" replied Giles, rather flustered at the whole turn of events. He looked to Spike, clearly not wanting to ask for confirmation either way.
"Dead." was all that Spike said.
Giles looked like he was he was about to speak, when Wesley barged in and attacked Willow. He had a dagger and was trying to stab her. Spike pulled Willow away from him and Angel grabbed the watcher and threw him into a wall. Wesley slumped to the ground, unmoving.
"Oh my God! You killed Wesley!" exclaimed Giles. Then Spike chimed in with "You bastard!"
Giles and Angel rushed over to Wesley's unmoving form. Spike, who had still not let go of Willow from when he pulled her away from the attacking watcher, took the opportunity to pull her even closer. Willow just sat, in shock from the events of the past minute, not seeming to notice the sudden closeness of Spike.
"He's not dead. Call an ambulance." ordered Giles. Angel rushed to comply. A brief silence fell over the room, as all occupants were trying to digest what had happened. Except for Spike who was being silent as he tried to figure out a way to get Willow out of the mansion without attracting attention.
Angel came back. "The ambulance is on it's way. How is he?" Giles replied "It looks like he'll probably live. His skull doesn't seem to be crushed, and while he is bleeding rather profusely, head wounds tend to do that." The two looked down at the watcher, watching as the blood puddled from his head. Spike slowly, quietly, stood, taking Willow's unprotesting form with him.
"The ambulance should be here any minute. We need to think of a story to tell them." said Angel.
"Uh..well we can always say he just slipped." answered Giles.
"Slipped? No one would believe that!"
"This is Sunnydale, Angel, these people seem to believe anything."
"Good point."
< Hmm, I think I'll just casually walk her over to the door to the garden, and then when the paramedics get here and there's some noise and confusion, we'll just slip out and the idiot soulboy will be none the wiser. That'll work. > Spike pulled Willow a few steps closer to the door. She still hadn't said anything, she seemed to be transfixed by the sight of the limp, bloody watcher.
< He tried to kill me! Why? What did I ever do to him? Nothing! I never did anything whatsoever to anybody that would make them want to actually kill me. Not even the serious bad guys never really wanted to kill me, at least not in the 'it's all your fault and you must die' kind of way. Usually they only wanted to kill me in the 'oh you're the Slayer's friend it'd probably bug her if you were dead' kind of way, or 'hey you'd make a convenient meal' kind of way. How *dare* he? After he recovers, I'm going to make him wish he'd never recovered! Oh he is going to *hurt*! Woah, that is *not* a Willowy thought! Where did that come from? Doesn't matter, he's still going to hurt. >
The ambulance pulled up to the house, and Giles went outside to lead the paramedics in. As they all came in and rushed over to Wesley, Spike scooped up Willow, covered her mouth so she couldn't alert the others and ran out of the mansion as if all the fiends in Hell were after him.
The End
