E-mail: charibob@aol.com
Title: Talks
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss owns all. Please don't sue 'cuz I'm poor.
Rating: R
Summary: Read it and see.
Part 17 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: To Terri, who brought up an interesting question which is the only reason that I have something to write now.
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After about twenty minutes Willow walked back into the room where the two vampires were trapped. The vampires were glaring at eachother and neither was saying a word. They only stopped their hateful staring when Willow walked in between them and cleared her throat loudly. Then they both looked down at the diminutive hacker and their expressions instantly softened. Despite the torment that she had put them through over the last twenty-four hours, each vampire's feelings had grown even stronger for the small redhead. On top of their other feelings, an amazed adoration for the redhead had grown. She had, without even breaking a sweat, effectively brought two master vampires to their knees, something not even the slayer could do. They each decided that there was no way whatsoever that they were going to give her up, especially not to the other vampire.
When Willow finally succeeded in getting the vampires' attention, she spoke. "Are the two of you ready to play nice now?"
The vampires each looked at their rival, and instantly their faces were twisted with hatred.
"Okaaayyy" Willow sighed. "Obviously *not* ready to get along. Well, I don't feel like watching you two growling at eachother, so I'm leaving."
"Leaving? You can't leave us here like this!!!"
"Well, I'm sure not going to let the two of you go!"
"So what the hell is this, pet? If we don't get along in a specific time span, you just abandon us? Although, have to say luv, if it wasn't me who was stuck here I'd say it's a damn good plan. Very wicked. Of course, since I *am* stuck here, I have to say this plan sucks."
"I'm not abandoning you. I just need some change of scenery. I thought I'd go see Giles."
"No!" They both growled, neither wanting their redhead anywhere near another man, especially not one whom she was very comfortable with, and had a dark side of his own. There was no telling what could happen.
"Why not?"
That was a question that they couldn't answer, not truthfully at any rate. They were already in enough trouble for being jealous of eachother. What she would do to them for being jealous of someone she thought of as a friend would probably be a lot worse (and far more painful) then what they were being forced to endure at the moment. So they thought of excuses.
"It's dark out there, pet. Remember, this is Sunnyhell, where all the creepie-crawlies come out at night to play."
"It's a short walk, and I've walked at night before. Also, I've got the standard anti-vamp equipment *and* I didn't seem to have any problem with the two of you."
Angel tried, "Wesley-"
"Wesley," Willow cut Angel off, "is in the hospital, and even if he did get released, I think I made my point clearly enough."
Spike went in for the low blow at this point. "What about the slayer and the wolf?"
Willow flinched visibly, but after a second replied, "It's nighttime. Oz will be at the Bronze and so will Buffy after patrol so I don't have to worry about seeing either of them yet. Now the two of you learn to behave and maybe I'll release you when I get back. "And then she was out the door.
*******
The Library:
"Hey Giles." Willow walked into the room, which had been occupied only by Giles and Wesley, who had gotten out of the hospital earlier that afternoon. The rest of the group, as Willow had predicted, had gone either on patrol or to the Bronze.
As she broke the silence of the room, Wesley yelped and jumping up, hid behind Giles as much as possible, causing Willow to giggle and Giles to roll his eyes.
"Relax Wesley, I'm not here to hurt you. Unless of course, you get annoying, in which case...."
"Willow," Giles interjected, a warning tone in his voice.
"Giles, I'm not here to go after Wesley, I swear. I need to talk to you. So Wesley, go away."
Wesley quickly left the room, his manner reminiscent of a rat abandoning a sinking ship.
"Willow, you really shouldn't do that sort of thing." Giles tried to look reprimanding, but was having trouble keeping it up. The other watcher really was an obnoxious little bug, and Giles really couldn't force himself to feel bad for the idiot.
"I won't do anything to him unless he comes after me with a knife again. But you have to admit, it is fun to watch him squirm."
Giles gave up on trying to look reprimanding as a grin crossed his face. After all, who was he kidding, she was completely right.
*******
The Mansion:
A staring contest was in progress. Occasionally a hint of fang or a flash of golden eyes could be seen. Neither opponent gave any sign of backing down. It's not like either one was going anywhere anytime soon.
*******
The Library:
"Giles, there's something wrong with me."
"What exactly do you mean?"
"I mean..... well, like that thing with Wesley. Granted he's almost as much of a troll as Snyder, and it's fun to watch him squirm but what I did to him in the hospital... That's something I could have never done before. And when it happened, it's like it wasn't me at all.... It's like I was standing outside myself and watching someone else use my body. I had no control. But the bad thing is, is that I didn't want control. I don't know how to explain it."
"Well, perhaps the shock of the previous few days combined with the anger you most deservedly felt caused you to do something completely out of character and since it was so out of character, perhaps you can't reconcile your actions in your own mind. A completely understandable, isolated incident."
"That makes sense, except it doesn't explain the other totally non-Willowy things that have happened over the past few days."
"There have been more incidents? Willow, you should have come to me immediately if this sort of thing kept happening. If you are not in control then we have to get you somewhere isolated to prevent you from harming other people!"
"Giles, no one was hurt. I was at the mansion the whole time. I didn't say people-getting-hurt-things. I just said non-Willowy things."
Giles relaxed slightly. "What sort of non-Willowy things?"
"Well..... Um..... things involving chocolate and bathtubs and vampires."
*******
"What?!?! Willow, what are you talking about? Or do I not want to know?"
"Well, you probably don't want to know, but I did *very* not-Willowy things and at the time I really didn't care at all and really enjoyed myself and now I've got Spike and Angel-"
Willow was interrupted by the library doors swinging open to reveal a very unhappy Slayer returning from patrol. < Oh this is not good! What is she doing here? Why isn't she at the Bronze? How can I face her? What do I say 'hey Buff, screwed your man in his bathtub and now I've got him trapped in my room until he can behave and then I plan on screwing him senseless again.' Yeah that would go over real well! >
Buffy caught sight of Willow and her features were instantly twisted in hatred. "Well, if it isn't the little slut! What are you doing here? Where's Angel? Did he get tired of you already?"
"Buffy." < Just be short and noncommittal. I'll just do the whole Oz thing. 'Cuz otherwise I'm going to say a lot of stuff that I really don't want too. >
"What's the matter Willow? Weren't you good enough for him? I'll bet that's it. You were a lousy lay so he threw you out, didn't he?"
< Screw noncommittal. >
"Nope. From where I was sitting, he looked like he was really enjoying himself. And if he didn't enjoy himself, somehow I'm doubting that he would be so jealous of Spike that he was trying to kill him. Of course, you wouldn't know anything about that because after he finished with you he tried to kill you, which makes me think that you must have been *really* lousy in bed."
"W-what?" Giles stuttered. " W-willow are you saying...?"
Willow, who was incredibly pissed off at Buffy and not really caring what she was saying replied to Giles, "Yup. First Spike with chocolate sauce then Angel in the bathtub. It was a lot of fun. But now they're all growly at eachother and I've got them trapped in the mansion until they learn to play nice. Then we can all play nice together."
Giles could do nothing but gape at her, his mouth opening and shutting soundlessly as he tried to process what she had said.
"You bitch! I hate you! I wish Wesley did kill you. Maybe when he tries again I'll help him send you straight to Hell where you belong, slut!" Buffy turned on her heel and stormed out of the library.
********
"See?" Willow turned to Giles with a frustrated look on her face. "I'm saying and doing things that are so very definitely *not* me!! Why?"
Giles was still gaping like a fish at Willow as erotic imagery of the redhead began to bombard his mind and his cock began to harden.
Willow, noticing that Giles was obviously distracted, stepped closer to him, looking into his eyes trying to figure out where his mind had gone.
As she drew nearer, Giles stepped back, trying to place some much needed space between them. Much needed because he was fighting the sudden urge to throw her on the floor and take her then and there. Unfortunately for him, for every step back he took, she took two forward, still trying to figure out what was wrong with him, until he hit the table and suddenly ran out of room to retreat.
But Willow kept moving forward.
"Giles?" she asked as she drew closer to him, trying to figure out what was wrong. He let out a low groan. Willow heard in and mistook it for a sound of pain. Quickly, she started looking him over searching for an injury. When her eyes met his groin, she finally began to understand.
When Giles realized where Willow's gaze had rested, he began to get flustered and tried to stammer out some excuse, but Willow was having none of that. She stepped even closer and ran her hands down Giles' chest, ending her caress somewhere below his waistline. Cupping him lightly, she looked up at him with a mischievous grin on her face.
"See, I'm just being unWillowy all over the place." Then she grabbed his neck with one hand, pulling him down for a kiss, the other hand still fondling his erection.
Giles, after a second of shock, returned the kiss with a fevered intensity, bringing his arms up to pull her tightly against him. < Too long. It's been too damn long. I haven't been with a woman since before I came to this godforsaken place, unless you count that unfortunate incident with Joyce on the police car. How the hell can I resist? Especially with what she's doing with her hand. >
As they broke the kiss, both in search of some much needed oxygen, Willow spoke again. "I'm really liking this unWillowyness. How 'bout you?" And then, before he could answer, she pushed him back onto the table and neither of them spoke again for quite a while.
********
Meanwhile
At the Mansion
"She's mine! I had her first!"
"Doesn't mean a thing. After all, she came to me. And right after you were done too. You must have really not impressed her. Besides *I* marked her. Not you! She's mine! So when she gets back and lets us loose you can just toddle on back to wherever you left you insane little 'princess'. Because you *will not* have Willow again."
"We'll just see about that. She's pretty strong-minded. I'm sure when Red gets back she'll make the smart choice. Which will be me, because who in their right mind would choose to stay with a moping idiot like you? And as for Dru, she was only what *you* made her and now she's not even that because she's dust. So leave her out of it."
"I will not allow you to make Willow into a replacement for Drucilla!"
"I don't want to replace Dru, you bloody wanker! I just want the redhead. And I'll get her too! There's not a damn thing you can do to stop me!"
"Touch her again and I'll stake you myself!"
"Sure. You just keep telling yourself that Angel. It'll never happen though."
*******
Back at the Library
Willow and Giles were getting dressed, or at least attempting to get dressed. They had gotten carried away and their clothing had been tossed all over the library. After Willow found her skirt (it had been thrown behind the counter) she put it on and spoke,
"That shouldn't have happened."
Giles, emerging from the stacks where he had found his shirt, replied,
"No, it shouldn't have."
"I don't think it should happen again."
"That's probably for the best."
"After all, I'm still technically a student and you're Buffy's watcher and Spike and Angel would probably rip out your intestines."
"Yes. Speaking of Angel and Spike, what do you intend to do?"
"I have no idea. All of a sudden I care about them. Both of them. A lot. It's weird. But they have both really been there over the last couple of days and they've been really great about everything so far, except for the fact that I was with both of them. But even then, they have just been really angry at eachother, not me. And I know 'Spike is the enemy' and all, but I really don't think I could have made it these past few days without him and Angel. And I am not going to lose either of them. That's why they're trapped at the mansion. I want them to learn to get along so that they don't kill eachother."
"I see." Giles was disappointed, but he understood. And it was for the best. As much as the little hacker meant to him, his feelings for her were not romantically inclined. They couldn't be. He wouldn't allow it, not with all of the similarities she shared with Jenny. It would be too easy to just pretend and Willow didn't deserve that.
"I should probably go back. They're probably worried." Willow started heading for the door.
"Very well. But Willow, be careful will you?"
Willow turned back and replied, "Of course. You know me. I'm careful girl. At least when I'm acting like me I am."
"Yes, well, I will look into your... How did you put it? Your unWillowyness." < At least I know what she's talking about now. Very unWillowy. >
"Thanks Giles." Willow walked back to him and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You're a great friend." With that, she turned and walked out of the library.
*******
The Mansion
"Spike, this is ridiculous. I won't let you turn Willow, and you know it. And she wouldn't let you turn her either."
"I'll do as I please and there's nothing you can do to stop me!"
"It's that attitude that got us into trouble in the first place."
"Really? And here I was under the impression that it was *your* interfering that got us trapped here. If you hadn't barged in here and got her all pissed off with your possessive shit then we wouldn't be here."
"Look this is getting us nowhere. Literally. Let's just try to pretend to get along. At least when she's around, or else we'll never get out of the room and I don't think I could stand another night of staring at your face."
"Sounds good to me, mate. Because I *know* I couldn't bear another night of listening to your angsty whining."
"Fine."
"Fine."
*******
"Buffy." Oz looked up from the guitar he was restringing as Buffy stormed backstage at the Bronze.
"Hey Oz, you know what your little slut girlfriend has been doing behind your back?"
"Um... Buffy, what's your deal here?
'I'll tell you what that little bitch has been doing. She's been doing *my* man!"
"Buffy..."
"What? Don't believe me? Go ask her. Or Angel. Or Spike, who she's also been doing. Or Giles. She told him too."
Oz carefully put his guitar down, edged past Buffy, and went to find out what the hell his girlfriend had done.
********
After Willow left the library, she stopped at home to take a shower, hoping to wash away any traces of her and Giles' earlier escapade. She really didn't want the vampires to rip Giles' head off.
After her shower she went to the mansion, which was surprisingly quiet. She had been expecting to hear threats being shouted from the bedroom and was pleasantly surprised with the silence. She headed into the bedroom where Spike and Angel were still stuck and found them not glaring with hatred at eachother, but still not looking too happy and being together. < Well, what did I expect? A heartfelt tearful reunion where they completely forgive eachother for everything that's happened in the past 200 years? This is probably the best I'm gonna get. >
"Well?" she asked. 'Are you ready to get along?"
"We're as close to getting along as we're ever going to get, Willow. I swear that we won't try and kill eachother as long as Spike doesn't try anything stupid. Okay? Please let us go now."
Willow made a great show of thinking it over as the vampires got edgier and edgier. They were so fun to tease. But after a few minutes of watching them fidget and try to look innocent of all wrongdoing, she decided that enough was enough. Her eyes glowed red for a second as she drew the energy that had been holding them in place back into herself and the vampires were freed suddenly.
Both Spike and Angel stumbled forward as they were released. Spike, being the first to recover, grabbed Willow and kissed her passionately. And after being boxed in by the promise he had made to Willow, Angel had no recourse but to growl softly and make silent vows of retribution against his childe. To do anything more would make him look like the bad guy and would probably get him stuck to the floor for the rest of eternity.
The end.
Well, I was shooting for a plot in this one. Obviously I missed. But on the plus side, the vampires are now mobile! That's right, vampires=movement! Yay! Now if I can find a plot, something interesting (and possibly smutty) can happen!
"I meant," said Iplsore bitterly, "what is there in this world that makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it. "CATS," he said eventually, "CATS ARE NICE."
-- Death is obviously not a dog person (Terry Pratchett, Sourcery)
