The thunderstorm
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and the WB, I've just borrowed them for a while.
Rating: PG
Author’s notes: I felt like a change, and wanted to write something about two friends. I wrote this whilst sitting through a thunderstorm, not one of my favourite pastimes! ::g::
A large crashing sound woke Willow
from her slumber. She gripped the
duvet with her hands; she began to shake, desperately trying to understand what
had woken her.
“Xander?” she whispered.
She waited for a response, but all she heard was a loud snorting sound.
He was still sound asleep. Willow
sighed.
She looked towards her window; the
rain was beating against the glass in a rhythmic pattern.
The sound of the rain strangely comforted her, but still she knew that
something was amiss. Suddenly a
bright flash of light illuminated the room briefly before being plunged back
into darkness.
Willow screamed.
Xander sat bolt upright beside her in
the bed. “Willow, what is it?”
He asked his voice filled with concern.
“Listen,” Willow replied, before
pulling the duvet over her head.
Xander listened to the sound of the
beating rain, and then a huge rumble of thunder shattered the night.
“It’s a thunderstorm, Will,” he offered his voice calm and
reassuring.
“I know,” came her muffled reply.
“But I’m scared.”
“You’ll be okay, I promise.
How about if I turn the light on, then you won’t see the lightning?”
Xander smiled as he saw the duvet
move as Willow nodded, her head still hidden by the duvet.
He climbed out from under the duvet
and walked slowly in the dark towards the light switch, standing on tiptoe to
reach the switch. On the second
attempt Xander finally achieved his goal and bathed Willow’s room in a soft
warm light.
“The light’s on Willow.
You can come out now.”
“I don’t want to come out, I’m
safer under here.” Willow mumbled
her arms moving under the duvet. Xander assumed she was attempting to
communicate her resolve position, although it wasn’t very convincing with the
duvet in the way.
“Willow, you’re safe out here.
The storm will pass over soon.”
Willow’s head popped out from
underneath the duvet cover, her green eyes glinting with fear.
“What if it doesn’t pass over? What
if the lightning hits the tree in the garden and it falls on the house?
What if the power goes out? What
if…"
“What if the storm goes away and
doesn’t hurt anyone? You’re
worrying over nothing, Will. You’ve
got an overactive magination.” He
said, repeating the phrase Mrs. Smith had told him last week in school when he
told her his hamster had eaten his homework.
“You mean imagination. And I
haven’t got an overactive one, it’s perfectly normal, thank you.”
“Magination was close enough,” he
grinned. “Anyway I won.”
“Won what?” Willow asked, a look
of confusion dancing over her face.
“I made you come out from under the
duvet!”
“You didn’t make me do it, I came
out on my own volition.”
“Vol… what?” He asked.
“It was my choice.”
“Well, I think I helped with the
choice. What do you want to do now
that we’re both wide awake?”
“I don’t know.”
“How about we play Clue?”
Willow shook her head.
“Playing a detective game at night is not my kind of fun.”
“How about Dungeons and Dragons?”
“Are you trying to give me
nightmares as well as my phobia of thunderstorms?”
“Did
you eat a dictionary for dinner?” Xander
asked a huge grin crossing his face.
“I did not eat a dictionary and you
know that for a fact! Stop being
mean Alexander LaVelle Harris!” She retorted a look of anger washing over her
face.
“I’m not being mean, Willow.
I’m trying to help you!”
“Well you’re not!”
“In that case you won’t mind if I
left you and went downstairs to get some ice-cream then, would you?”
He replied, turning towards the door.
Just as his hand touched the cold metal of the door handle, he heard
Willow’s voice.
“I’m sorry, Xander. Please don’t go, it’s still lightning.”
“What will you do if I stay?” He
asked a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“I’ll tell you a story.”
“Not good enough.
I hear a tub of Rocky Road calling to me."
“I’ll watch Star Trek reruns for
the next week.”
“Getting warmer.”
“I’ll sit next to you in class
and help you with your homework.”
“You do sit next to me in class and
you always help me with my homework.” He grinned; he was enjoying watching
Willow squirm.
“I give up.
What will make you stay?” She asked sullenly.
“Oh I don’t know this has got to
be just right. It’s not every day
you offer to watch Star Trek reruns. Obviously
me staying is worth a lot.”
“Well I wouldn’t take too long
‘cause I might change my mind.”
“Okay, I’ve got it.”
“What?” She asked, a horrible
sinking feeling in her stomach. Xander’s
request was bound to be something she wouldn’t like.
“I want you to come and sleep over
at my house next week.”
Willow smiled with relief; Xander’s
request wasn’t anywhere near as drastic as she’d thought it might be.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
Willow nodded.
“You haven’t asked where we’re
actually going to be sleeping.”
“In your room silly, like we do
every time we have a sleepover at your house.”
“Well, not exactly.”
He grinned, his brown eyes shining with mischief.
“What do you mean, not exactly?”
Willow asked a puzzled expression on her face.
“Well, my Mom bought me a tent,
remember?"
Willow nodded.
“I was hoping you’d sleep over in
the tent with me.”
“Outside?
In the dark?” Willow asked her voice quiet and her face paling at the
thought.
“Yeah, Wills.
Outside, ‘cause I’ve really got room in my room for a tent!”
Xander rolled his eyes. “And it usually is dark outside at night.”
“But… but… but…” Willow
stammered.
“But what?”
Xander grinned moving towards the bed and perching on the edge.
“But what if there are frogs in
your garden? What if there are
vampires?” She replied, thinking of the vampire book she’d been reading.
Xander laughed.
“If there are any frogs, which I’m sure there aren’t, I’ll rescue
you. And Willow, there are no such
things as vampires unless you see them on the TV.”
Willow thought about it for a moment.
“If I say yes, you’ll stay. You
won’t go and get ice-cream until the thunderstorm goes away?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
Xander replied moving his hand across his heart.
“Don’t hope to die.” Willow
pleaded.
“Okay, I’ll just cross my
heart!”
A huge crackling and sizzling
shattered the silence and plunged the room into darkness.
For the second time that night Willow screamed.
Xander felt Willow throw herself into
his arms. She clung onto him
tightly, shivering with fear. Xander
held her stroking her hair trying to comfort her.
They sat like that for what seemed
like hours, the storm shattering the silence and darkness.
Every time the silence was broken, Willow clung a little tighter to
Xander, until finally he whispered, “air’s becoming an issue, Will.”
Willow released her grip, and turned
her head slightly towards Xander’s. “Sorry,”
she replied meekly.
“S’okay.”
They listened as the storm began to
quiet, still holding onto each other like it was going to be there last moment
on earth together.
Finally the storm ended, the rain
continued to pound on the window, but the lightning and thunder had stopped.
“Willow?” Xander asked quietly.
“Hmm?” Willow replied, her head
still resting gently against his chest.
“Do you think we can move now?”
He shifted uneasily.
“Hmm, oh, sorry.” She replied as
she began to untangle herself from his grasp.
“It’s okay, just my legs are
starting to go to sleep. Are you
okay, now?”
“Yep, much better now the storms
over. Do you think the electricity
will come back soon?”
“I don’t know, Will.”
They sat in silence for a few
moments, listening to the rain.
“Will?”
“Hmm?”
“How about we make our tent
tonight, we can pretend we’re in my garden.
Then next week you won’t be so scared?”
Willow thought about it for a moment.
“Okay.” She scrabbled
off her bed and rummaged in a draw. “We’ll
need this.” She explained as she switched on her flashlight, a small glint of
light shattering the darkness.
They worked together, using the torch
to guide their work. They moved
Willow’s duvet and attached it from her desk to her bed, making a canopy.
They finally stood back to admire their work, before climbing into their
tent.
They laid next to each other in the
darkness, listening to the quietness of the house.
“Xander?” Willow whispered.
“What?” he replied, shifting
slightly so he could see the outline of Willow’s silhouette.
“Thank you,” she replied,
grasping his hand.
“My pleasure, Will.
Just remember you owe me.”
“How could I forget.”
“I wouldn’t let you.”
“I know.
Goodnight, Xand.”
“Goodnight, Will.
Sleep tight and make sure those frogs don’t bite!”
“Xander!” Willow exclaimed as she
gently batted his arm with her free hand.
“Hey! Remember if you hit me now I
might let the frogs get you next week in my tent!”
“You wouldn’t dare, ‘cause if
you did I’d never speak to you again.”
“And that would be bad?”
“It would be if you didn’t want
to be stuck with Cordelia Chase and her friends.”
“Somehow I don’t think they’d
want me.”
“Nope I think you’re right.
So I think it’d be best for you to be nice to me.
‘Cause I might let Cordelia know who snuck itching powder into her gym
kit.”
“You wouldn’t?” Xander asked
incredulously.
“You never know.” Willow replied
as she began to giggle.
“Willow Rosenberg, I am your best
friend, you wouldn’t sacrifice me to the one person we hate so much, would
you?”
After a long pause Willow finally
answered her friends question. “No. I
would miss you too much.”
“I’d miss you too, Will.
Best friends forever?”
“Best friends forever.”
The two friends fell asleep in the
darkness holding hands dreaming of the past and what magic and mystery the
future might hold, but both knew that whatever happened they’d be best friends
forever.
The End