E-mail: charibob@aol.com
Title: Lecture Time (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 16 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.
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"I'm sorry! I forgot to lift the spell, in fact, I forgot that I even cast the spell. And I really really didn't mean to leave you two stuck here, especially not this long. And-"
Angel cut off Willow's babbling apology, "Willow, it's okay, just let us move now."
"Yeah luv, it's alright. Now remove the spell." < So I can kill the wanker for daring to touch you. > Spike glared at Angel for a moment. Angel glared back, the same thought running through his head.
"Um.... No." Willow had caught the look of pure hatred that had passed between sire and childe, and had no intention of releasing them so that they could keep fighting.
"No?" both vampires echoed.
"No." Willow answered back much more sternly. "If I let the two of you loose, you'll just start fighting again and I don't want to listen to the two of you scream at eachother. It gives me a headache. Besides, there are over four hundred years between the two of you. I should think that you would have learned some maturity by now, but instead you fight like two year olds. And I don't feel like babysitting a pair of vampires who are both old enough to know better! So you are both staying exactly where you are until you can act like adults!"
"But pet," Spike whined, "we need to feed. Neither of us has eaten in over a day. And there's no way we could even begin to get along when we're hungry. Hungry vampires are cranky vampires."
Angel, seeing a possible means of escape, jumped in. "Willow, the hungrier we get the angrier we get and if we stay like this too much longer, we'll both go demon and just growl at eachother and we'll never act like civilized beings. So just let us go, and we'll go eat and then we can try to figure this out like adults."
Willow, not saying a word, turned and left the room.
"That's just great! Look what you did now!" Spike hissed at Angel after watching Willow's retreat.
"Me? What did I do?"
"She was listening to me until you pushed it. You just had to dive right into the conversation. You made it look like a ploy."
"What makes you think that she was listening to you in the first place? And it was a ploy. Willow is not stupid. She would have seen through you regardless of anything I said."
"Like hell! She would have let us go but you just had to open your big fat mouth."
Angel was angry. Angry at Spike because he was so damn annoying, but even more angry at himself because Spike was right. Willow would probably have let them go if he had kept quiet. Since he couldn't fight Spike's accusations with logic, he decided to resort to threats. "I should have dusted you a long time ago. That's a mistake I intend to rectify the second she lets us go."
"You and what army?"
"Enough! I leave the room for two minutes and you are back at it. There is no way I'm letting either of you go until you can get along." Willow had returned, looking pissed again.
"But we'll starve to death!"
"Which would, I think, be an incentive for the two of you to learn to get along. But I have no intention of letting either of you starve." She threw a bag of blood at each of them. Angel looked at her and she shrugged and said, "I raided your fridge. Now I'm going to leave you two alone to eat. When I come back I *DO NOT* want to see any fighting."
The End.
There seems to be a plot sneaking up here, but every time I look for it, it runs away and hides. This story is basically in a holding pattern, and the only reason this part was written at all was because I realized that I hadn't written a part in a month. Hopefully the plot will stop hiding from me soon and I can get on with it. Send feedback! Lots of feedback! Feedback can be inspiring! Inspire me! PLEASE inspire me (otherwise this is series is dead in the water.)
Charity
A.K.A. BOB1
What our ancestors would really be thinking, if they were alive today, is: "Why is it so dark in here?"
-- (Terry Pratchett, Pyramids)
