Part 4

“If all of the strength and all of the courage/come and lift me from this place/I know I could love you much better than this/full of grace/full of grace/my love.”

“Perfect love and trust,” Willow mumbled in her sleep. The phone rang shrilly, waking her up. “Wha…Hello?” She said, answering it.
“Hey, Will!” Xander said cheerfully. “What’s up?”
“I… I have to leave again in the morning.” She said, still quite sleepy.
Xander’s now slightly calmer voice said, “Aww, c’mon, Will? What’s so important?”
“I’m sorry, I have to, a friend asked.” Responding to Xander’s questions seemed more than she could take while she struggled to stay awake. She yawned loudly.
“Did I wake you up?” Xander said incredulously. “But, Will, you’re always up at this hour.”
Willow moaned. “Not at… 6:30? Xander, what are YOU doing up at this hour?”
“Um, um…” Now he sounded nervous. “I asked her. She said yes. I couldn’t sleep. So I called you.”
“Really?” Wide awake now, the redhead squealed with excitement. She bounced to the edge of her bed and put on some slippers. “So, when’s the big day?”
She heard a muffled search through papers, and then Xander’s voice came back. “Um, I can’t find it. Cordelia!” He bellowed. Then a slight scuffling, followed by a solid *thwap* occurred.
“I’m sorry, Willow, but Xander’s interrupted my sleep one too many times. Can I send him to your house?” Cordelia’s voice sounded sleepy yet energetic at the same time.
Laughing, Willow replied, “Sure, send him over. It’ll be good to see him before I leave again.”
“You’re leaving AGAIN? Geez, Will, how can you stand it? All that jetlag causes wrinkles, you know.” Cordy now sounded humored. “Don’t worry. When you come back, I’ll show you a good treatment for that.” Willow laughed again.
“Well, I’d better let you sleep, huh? Good night.” She said politely, hanging up on the strange couple. They were good for each other, she acknowledged, but it was very strange to see them together, since it was rare to see them not fighting. Oh well, she thought, settling down to sleep while she waited for Xander.
“Will, wake up!” Xander bellowed, waking the redhead up. Moaning, she crawled out of bed and answered the door.
“Hey, Xander.” She let him in, and he went to the kitchen almost immediately. Willow groaned and followed him, falling into a chair when she got there.
“So, Will, what’s so important that you have to leave again?” He asked, as he rifled through her refrigerator. “I mean, you were just in Sunnydale, so where’re ya going now?”
“Back.”
“Willow, something’s up that you aren’t telling me. What happened?” The phone rang, saving the tired redhead.
“Hello?” Xander said as he grabbed it. “Okay, here ya go, dead boy.”
Willow took the phone from her friend and queried, “What happened?” She knew it was Angel right away from Xander’s use of the old nickname.
“I got you tickets, 10 o’clock flight to Sunnydale. Can you make it on time? And… why is Xander there?”
“He was annoying Cordelia. I’ll be fine, Angel. Calm down. Get some sleep. Don’t worry. I’ll call you from the airport. Okay? Okay. Bye, Angel. Bye. Hang up the phone, now.” Exasperated, she hung up. “Xander, can you drive me to the airport? Let me get ready, then we’ll leave.” She walked to her room, not waiting for a response.
After grabbing her bags, Willow realized that it would be good to reread Angel’s book. She took it along with her, grabbing her magick stuff also, thinking that they could do the spell in Sunnydale later. When they got to the airport, she hugged her friend and cheerily got on the plane, thinking how strange it was that she was happy to go see Angel again. Thinking of her friend, she remembered the book, and pulled it from her carry-on. Hmm, she thought, I’ve only got nine candles. I’ve got most of the other ingredients, though, and what I don’t have, I can get later. When she arrived at the airport, she called Angel, then sat down to wait for nightfall.
Anxious, Angel hurried to the airport as soon as he could. Willow was waiting for him with all her stuff outside, and they hurried back, arriving at the vampire’s house in record time. He fumbled with his keys, found the right one, and let Willow in. As soon as she stepped inside, Spike swooped into view from his hiding place by the door.
“’allo, mate. So, Willow, huh? ‘allo, Willow. You…didn’t tell her, Angel?”
Stepping back from the British vampire, Willow answered his question. “He only told me what he could make out. So, if you could explain it to me, before I get angry?”

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