Title: Neglecting
Title: Neglecting
Author: Dancyer McCoy
Rating: G
Pairing: Willow/Kennedy (sort of)
Disclaimer: Joss' people
Summary: Willow considers her neglect of Kennedy
Beta: quoshara
Neglecting
by Dancyer McCoy
Kennedy scowled, turned and stormed out.
Willow sighed and returned to her desk and the program she was working on. I'm a bad girlfriend. The Slayer had wanted her to stop and go dancing but she was at a critical point in her work and had declined the invitation. She wasn't sorry for it but … I should be.
She'd had little time for Kennedy since the destruction of Sunnydale. There were the new Slayers to find and Watchers to assign, a new Council to start, books to put in order, a new computer system to program, training schedules for the Watchers-in-Training … Yes, it left almost no time for her relationship with the feisty Slayer. And still, she wasn't sorry about it.
I seem to find time for Buffy and Xander, though, she mused. But that was different. Xander was still grieving over Anya. And Buffy … Buffy was still trying to get used to the idea that she was not the only Chosen One anymore. That there were dozens of girls they'd already found who looked up to the senior Slayer like some kind of rock star or supermodel. Well, hero-worship took a little getting used to.
But Kennedy … Kennedy wanted her undivided attention. Wanted her when she returned from patrol, wanted her when she was bored, wanted her …
Willow sighed again. But I don't want her. Kennedy had overwhelmed her when she'd first arrived in Sunnydale. Pushed for a relationship. Almost stalked her, like a cat hunting its prey. And in that intense, "We could all die tomorrow" atmosphere, she had accepted. Now she knew it had been a mistake. Once it was all over she discovered they had nothing in common but the danger and a physical attraction. Not that the physical side of their relationship was bad, but …
She slid open a desk drawer and removed a tattered photograph, one of the few things she had taken with her when they'd gone to challenge the First. "I need to end this, baby," she whispered. The blue-eyed blond in the photo smiled warmly back at her.
She stared at her monitor for a few more minutes, then smiled and returned the photo to its place. She pulled up the Watchers database. There was a new Watcher-in-Training that was still in awe of Slayers. She was beautiful, intelligent and loved to dance. And loved to listen to Slayer stories.
Just Kennedy's type.