Buffy The Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon – Otherwise Willow/Oz forever.

I didn't know why, but in my mind, where Willow couldn't hear, I'd always think of the witch as fragile. She wasn't weak; I knew that, Willow had managed to save herself and occasionally someone else more than once. But, whenever the witch was around, I'd have to remind myself Willow wasn't the computer nerd pining for Xander Harris in not so secret. Maybe it was because I was the only one who still saw that side of Willow, the emotionally frail side. In fact that's partly are fault, Giles, Xander, and I. We, even without knowing try to keep her innocent, to keep that bit of pure Willow. She's seen death, mauling, the love of her life become a monster three times a month, she's shot him a few times. Yet, she's still fragile as fairy glass. And, we rightly want to keep it like that. So, that's why I'm driving out, all the way down to L.A., feeling a lot better than I did my last secret visit, when I took off. I'm doing almost the same thing now, only with intent to come back within a week and bring someone back with me, as well as to keep Willow just a little purer than the rest of us.

Only problem, besides the immense grounding I'd get when I came back, was I didn't know where to start. I got the tip from Devon, only after threats of severe punishment and bringing in Cordelia. With Devon's very, very limited knowledge, I started here; learning that when he got enough money he would head to Tibet. My job: Make sure that didn't happen.

I needed a plan; I couldn't just drive all around L.A looking for a rocker werewolf with van. No, I needed a plan. …I got nothing. Frowning I reached for my phone, before calling Willow. She picked up in three rings.

"Hello, Buffy?" She sounded worried, and I felt a flash of guilt.

"Hey, Will. Can I ask you something?" I ask, hoping she wouldn't ask where I was or something of that sort.

"Sure, if you tell me where you are, Giles is worried sick, and he told you're mom you're with him."

"I'm fine, in L.A, so what I wanted to ask you was-"

"What are you doing in L.A? Buffy, are you gonna leave again?" Willow's voice was frantic.

"No, I'm gonna find Oz." I explained, wondering how Giles was gonna take it.

"What? Buffy you should have told someone! Everyone's worried sick!" She berated me.

"Will, I'm trying to help, I hate that you're so upset! And, well I couldn't save Angel; I can help you and Oz, give you two what Angel and I didn't have." I informed her, trying to calm her down.

"Buffy, what do you want me to tell Giles?" She asked after some time.

"That, uh, that I'm helping … Riley kill …something." I finally spit out, quite lamely.

"Alright, be safe. And, please don't stay as long as last time." She asked me.

"I'll try and be back soon, but before you hang up, do you know where he might be?"

She made a thinking sound, "Well, maybe a club, sort of like the Bronze, good luck Buffy." She said.

"Bye Willow."

"Bye, be careful." She reminded me, before hanging up.