Name: Charity a.k.a. BOB1
E-mail: charibob@aol.com
Title: Ooops! (1/1)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss owns all. Please don't sue 'cuz I'm poor.
Rating: G-PG something like that. No worse than the show.
Summary: Read it and see.
Part 15 of the Goddess, Thy Name Is...Willow? Previous parts can be
found at:
http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/4789/index.html
Spoilers: Dopplegangland
Distribution: My site and whoever else wants it.
Feedback: Please, or else I'll get EVIL! You've all seen it. You know I can.
Dedication: All for Connie.
< > indicates thought
Willow was furious. She was beyond furious. She was seething with rage. She
stormed out of the room she had been staying in, stomped down the hall into
Angel's room, and started slamming drawers open and closed looking for something
she could wear. Finally, in his bottom drawer she found a pair of sweatpants,
which she quickly put on before storming out into the living room. She put her
shoes on and slammed the door as she stomped out of the mansion.
********
Angel and Spike looked at eachother from the spots they were stuck to as they
heard Willow slam the door.
"Well, this bodes well." said Spike not thrilled at being stuck in place and
being forced to remain in the room with his hated sire.
"She'll be back in a few minutes. She just needs to calm down. Now, since we
seem to be stuck her, why don't you tell me WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU
WERE DOING WITH MY WILLOW?"
"YOUR WILLOW?!?! SHE WAS MINE FIRST!" Lowering his tone slightly, Spike got
an evil grin as he continued, "And I *know* she was mine first. You have no
such guarantees, do you?"
Angel struggled against the force holding him in place for a few moments before
giving it up as an exercise in futility. He sighed as the minutes passed and
there was still no sign of Willow. Trapped in a room with his most annoying
childe, it was going to be a long day.
*******
< How dare they! Like I'm a piece of property! > Willow thought as she
marched home, fuming all the way. < I don't belong to them! MEN! And they
are both stubborn pigheaded bastards! GGRRRRRRRR!!!!!! Like I'd want to belong
to either of them anyway! >
Upon reaching her house, Willow let herself in and went upstairs and flopped
down on her bed. < At least they can't follow me during the day and throw
their possessive male chauvinistic attitudes in my face. > Willow forced
herself to calm down. < Well, here I am, vampire free. What should I do now?
Well, I could go to school. Um... No. Buffy would be there and I DO NOT want
to face her right now. I could do homework. Yuck. I am so not in a homework
mood. I could clean the house, but why bother? Nobody would see it but me and
right now I couldn't care less about if the house is dirty or clean. I know!
Sleep! Sleep would be wonderful! > With that thought, Willow laid her head
on the her pillow and proceeded to catch up on some much needed sleep.
*******
Willow awoke with a start and glanced over at her alarm clock. It was three
in the morning. She took stock of her situation. < Hmmm... Home. No vampires.
It must have just been a bad dream. This whole week must have been just a horrible
bad dream. Although, some parts of the dream were pretty good. Not likely but
good. Spike and Angel? Like that would ever happen. My subconscious is just
playing with me. Spike is off in Brazil with Drucilla and Angel is head over
heels in love with Buffy and neither of them would ever think of me like that
unless they were seriously drunk. And blind. And I was the last female creature
on the face of the earth. But still, that part of the dream was *very* nice.
And who knew that sweet innocent little Willow could have thought like *that*
with chocolate and bathtubs and all of a sudden I'm liking this dream. Maybe
I should see if I can go back to it. > Willow laid back down and went back
to sleep.
********
"Oh yeah, 'she just needs a few minutes to calm down' well, it's been sixteen
hours and she's still not back."
Angel growled as Spike, yet again, pointed out the obvious. For some obscure
reason, Spike felt the need to point out that she hadn't returned every twenty
minutes. If Willow ever did show up and free them, the first thing Angel planned
to do was rip the tongue out of his childe's head.
"Something probably happened. She most likely got stuck helping to research
some new demon and hasn't had the time to get back here."
"Well, she better hurry. I'm getting hungry and really sick of looking at your
face."
"The feeling is mutual."
********
Willow awoke again at about 7 a.m. < Nice dreams. Don't wanna get up....
School. Gotta get up and ready for school. Goody. > She turned on her radio
as she was getting out of bed.
From the radio came, "It's 7:07 a.m. and it's going to be a lovely Saturday
in Sunnydale...."
< Saturday? It's Saturday? Man, I must have really been in a daze this week.
Well, I don't have to go to school, so what should I do now? I know. I'll go
veg out and watch cartoons. It's been a while since I've done that, what with
late night research and all. > Willow went downstairs, got herself a bowl
of cereal and watched cartoons until about 11 a.m.
< Hmmm... No more cartoons. Now what? I suppose I should probably clean the
house and take a shower. Housecleaning first. > Willow then cleaned the house
from top to bottom, figuring since she had started then she might as well get
the whole job done.
********
"She must really hate you now mate."
"Me? Why would she hate me, Spike? I'm her friend. If she hates anyone, it's
you. After all, you're the soulless demon who took her innocence."
"She was more than willing with me, whereas YOU accosted her in the shower."
"Are you suggesting that I forced myself on her?" Angel asked incredulously.
"I would never do that to Willow! In fact, it was more the other way around.
SHE dragged ME into the bathtub."
"Liar!" Spike hissed. "Why would she do that when she had ME waiting in her
room?"
"Maybe you weren't man enough for her."
Spike vamped out and tried to attack Angel. Of course he couldn't get to him,
but that didn't stop him from trying.
********
It was now 4 p.m. < I can't believe the house was so dusty. Shower time.
Maybe I'll go to the Bronze with Buffy and Xander tonight after Buffy finishes
patrolling. That'll be fun. But first I've got to get cleaned up. > Willow
grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom. She started to get undressed.
< Where did I get this shirt? It looks like something Angel would wear. And
these sweatpants are huge. I didn't know I owned sweatpants this large. >
She caught sight of herself in the mirror and froze. < Bite marks. Bite marks
on my breast. How did that... > Memories of the bath with Angel came pouring
in. < Oh goddess. It happened. It really happened. > Willow's brain shut
down for a moment as it hit her. < Spike and Angel... Wow... Wait a minute.
Where are they then? After that fight and I left, I would have thought that
at least Angel would have come after me and tried to calm me down. Maybe they
decided to keep fighting. Oh I hope not. That would be bad. I should go to the
mansion and find out if at least one of them is still alive. Shower first. I'm
all grungy and wouldn't want them to see me like this. > Willow then proceeded
to shower, dry her hair and get dressed before she headed back to the mansion.
********
< It's awfully quiet. > Willow thought as she let herself into the mansion.
< What if they killed eachother? That would be so not good. Oh that would
be just very very bad. Wait a minute, it's daytime. They're probably still asleep.
Okay. Now I just have to find them. >
Willow went into both Angel and Spike's rooms and saw no sign of either vampire
< The beds don't even look slept in. That's not good. > She went to her
own room, praying that she wouldn't find two piles of ash waiting for her.
She opened the door and found two very unhappy, very immobilized vampires waiting
for her. < I never lifted the spell! Bad Willow! >
"Um.... Ooops?"
The end.
I liked it. How 'bout you? Let me know. Please? Pretty please with whipped creme
and a cherry and a chocolate covered Spike and a wet naked Angel (both stuck
in place so you can have your wicked way with them over and over and over again.)
tell me what you thought?
Charity
A.K.A. BOB1
He did of course sometimes have people horribly tortured to death, but this
was considered to be perfectly acceptable behaviour for a civic ruler and generally
approved of by the overwhelming majority of citizens. [footnote: The overwhelming
majority of citizens being defined in this case as everyone not currently hanging
upside down over a scorpion pit]
-- (Terry Pratchett, Sourcery)
