Name: Charity a.k.a. BOB1
E-mail: charibob@aol.com
Title: Tears and Kisses (1/1)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss is god, Joss owns all. Please don't sue 'cuz
I'm poor.
Summary: Part 9 of the Goddess, Thy Name Is...Willow? Previous parts can be
found at:
http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/4789/index.html
Did you read the title? It should be self explanatory!
Spoilers: Dopplegangland
Distribution: My site and whoever else wants it.
Rating: PG-13 (I guess)
Feedback: Please, or else I'll get EVIL! You've all seen it. You know I can.
Dedication: To Peri, even though she was mean to me, to everyone who suffered
through "She Did What?!?!?" and to Carrie, the ONLY person who sent feedback
for "She Did What?!?!?", even though she shouldn't be typing unless it's for
TYT.
< > indicates thought
A FEW MINUTES AFTER SUNSET
Willow was sitting on the couch with Spike. After Giles had come in and questioned
her about her earlier actions with Wesley, Angel was avoiding her. He was pacing
the room, studiously not looking at her. Spike didn't seem to mind what she
had done, and in fact seemed rather amused by the whole thing. Abruptly, Spike
got up and headed for the door.
"Spike, where are you going?" asked Willow.
"Going to get something to eat, pet." Spike looked at *his* little witch, then
at his sire, then back at Willow. < What the hell. > He walked back to
the couch and whispered to her, "And I just might bring back some chocolate,
luv." Willow began to blush and Spike leaned down and kissed her. Angel, observing
this, began to growl low in his throat and started to move towards his childe,
intending to pull him away from Willow and possibly disembowel him. Before he
could take two steps towards them, however, Spike had broken off the kiss and
was out the door.
After Spike had gone, Willow turned away from Angel. The events of the past
few days were catching up to her. Spike had been wonderful in keeping her mind
on other things, but the moment he left, it all hit her. She felt about ready
to cry and she didn't want to do it in front of Angel.
Angel watched her turn from him, and he wanted to go to her but he was afraid.
Afraid that *his* Willow was gone. She had been so cold when Giles had come
in. Uncaring, unfeeling. Not at all like the woman he fell in love with. <
Love? Did I just think love? I did! This is not good! I can't love her! She
may not even *be* her anymore! No! I refuse to believe that! I *know* that at
least some of my Willow is still there. I just have to find it. But what if
she doesn't want me? Why should she want me? I'm a monster. And she kissed *Spike*!
Oh, this is not good. > Angel was torn out of his thoughts when he heard
Willow begin to cry. He pushed all thoughts of her earlier behavior and of Spike
aside, and rushed over to her. He pulled her into her arms and she began sobbing
into his chest. Angel began murmuring comforting words to her as he rubbed reassuring
patterns on her back. After a few minutes, Willow began to calm down slightly.
Angel pulled back a little bit so that he could look into her face.
"What's wrong, little one?"
Willow looked down as she answered, unable to face him. "I-I... When I went
to see Wesley... I d-didn't mean to hurt him. That's not why I went.... I just
wanted to know why." She looked up at him for a moment, her lower lip trembling.
She still couldn't face him. She bent her head again. "B-but when I got there...
It was like I wasn't me anymore. I couldn't feel anything. It was like I was
shut out from myself. And then IT happened. And I was glad. I... I was happy
that I had hurt him. Angel, I'm scared.... I think I'm losing myself. I'm not
me anymore. I don't know what I am." She looked up at him, finally meeting his
eyes, looking for the condemnation that she was expecting. What she saw surprised
her to no end. She found acceptance and relief in his eyes.
As he looked down at her, the largest feeling of relief passed through him.
< She is still there. She's still Willow. Thank you God. > He pulled her
closer, wanting her to know that he was there for her, all the while staring
at her eyes. < Willow. Still my Willow. My beautiful Willow. Beautiful. >
He leaned in slowly and captured her lips with his own.
The end.
For everyone who put up with the previous story, that was mostly a setup for
this one. Hope you liked it. Let me know if you did.
Charity
A.K.A. BOB1
It's an interesting fact that fewer than 17 percent of Real cats end their lives
with the same name they started with. Much family effort goes into selecting
one at the start ("She looks like a Winnifred to me"), and the as the years
roll by it suddenly finds itself being called Meepo or Ratbag.
-- (Terry Pratchett, The Unadulterated Cat)
