Title: Amends
Author: Writer Girl
Summary/Teaser: Amends with a few changes and a better ending
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Joss Whedon et al own everything. Dialog from Amends. I am not the first person to do this type of fic.
Pairings: BA, CX, WO
Author e-mail: Everything up to and including Amends, season 2 of Buffy.
Feedback: PLEASE?
Rating: PG13 to be safe. Same as the show, really.
"And then he just bailed." Buffy told her friends as they walked to their lockers. "It was so weird."
"Angel? Weird?" Xander asked. "What're the odds?" Willow elbowed him.
"Do you think something's wrong?" She asked. "Should you maybe tell Giles?" Buffy shook her head.
"I don't want to bug Giles." She explained. "He's still a little twitchy about the subject of Angel."
"Must be the whole Angel-killed-his-girlfriend-and-tortured-him thing." Xander said dryly. "Giles is really petty about stuff like that." His comment elicited another elbowing from Willow.
"Xander, enough." Buffy reprimanded.
"Maybe Angel just has the holiday blues." Willow commented, closing her locker. "Everybody gets them. Especially when they're alone."
"It's just so frustrating." Buffy explained. "I'm trying to do the right thing, and stay away from him and just get over it. And then boom, there he is. I just want a nice, quiet, Christmas vacation." They made their way to the student lounge.
"So, you doing anything special?" Xander asked.
"Tree. Nog. Roast beast." Buffy answered simply. "Just me and Mom and hopefully an excess of gifts." She turned to Willow. "What are you doing for Christmas?"
Being Jewish, people!" She exclaimed. "Remember, people, not everybody worships Santa!"
"I just meant for vacation." Buffy backtracked.
"Oh." Willow said, calming. "Nothing fun. Oz and I had plans, but…I guess that's off." Willow and Xander sat down on the sofa. Cordelia was sitting with a friend on the couch opposite them.
"Well, I'll be enjoying my annual Christmas Eve campout." Xander announced, straining to appear happy.
"Sounds fun." Willow told him.
"Yeah, I like to look at the stars, you know? Feel the whole nature vibe."
"I thought you slept outside to avoid your family's drunken Christmas fights." Cordelia countered smugly.
"Yes, and that's a confidence I was hoping you'd share with everyone." Xander snipped. With that, she walked away, head held high.
"She certainly has reverted to form." Buffy observed, joining her friends.
"It's not her fault." Willow defended. "After what happened, we gotta cut her some slack." Xander grinned.
"That's the Christmas spirit."
"Hello, still Jewish here." Willow chastised. "Hanukkah spirit, I believe that was? Anyway, forgivness is a big theme with me this year, 'cause of the…" She trailed off as Oz came over.
"Okay, the thing is…seeing you with Xander, it was…Well I never felt that way before…when it wasn't a full moon…but I know you guys have a history." Oz explained. He and Willow were in an empty classroom.
"But it's a history that's in the past." Willow countered. "Or, I guess, all history is in the past. But it's over."
"Well, I don't know. I don't know that it… ever will be, between you two." Willow's face fell. "This is what I do know." Oz told her. "I miss you. Like, every second. Almost like I lost an arm, or worse, a torso. So , I guess I'd be willing to…give it a shot." Willow smiled tentatively.
"Really?" She asked, feeling the beginnings of hope stir within her. Oz smiled.
"Yeah." Willow's smile grew.
"Do you want us to…hug now?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah. I'm good with that." The couple embraced, holding each other tightly.