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Someone of Her Own
Chapter 1
Once upon a time, on a Hellmouth too close for comfort, there lived a cute little witch named Willow. She was very clever and could do all kinds of spells, but there was something missing in her life. She longed for someone of her very own... someone to understand her...
Late one evening, Willow was on her way home from the library when she met a vampire. She easily vanquished him with her wooden stake, and then bent down to fix her shoelace. When she was doing this, she heard a familiar voice calling her name. She looked around and said, "Angel... is that you? Where are you?"
The answer came from the foot of an oak tree in front of her. "I'm down here, Willow." She looked down, and to her great horror, she saw a large frog sitting there. Willow shrieked, and jumped up on top of a nearby picnic table.
"Angel, where are you? It's a f-frog! You know how I feel about frogs," she wailed.
"It's me, Willow. I'm the frog. I'm sorry to scare you, but I really need your help," said the frog.
Trembling, Willow stepped off the picnic table and inched closer to poor Angel. "Why are you a frog?"
Angel sighed, and his frog tongue slithered out of his mouth to catch a fly. Willow squeaked, and Angel said, "I'm sorry, Willow. The frog in me has to do that. Believe me, I hate being this way. Buffy got mad and put a spell on me because I didn't want to be her boyfriend."
"You don't?" asked Willow, very surprised.
"No way... I just don't love her that way. Since you cast the spell that made my soul permanent, I just want to find someone that I can spend the rest of my life with. I don't want to do that with Buffy."
"Oh dear," said Willow. "I'll have to find a spell to help you."
"Thank you. Uh... Willow... I know how you feel about frogs, but could I..."
"You can come home with me," she said. Willow pulled a sweater out of her backpack and wrapped it around Angel. She gingerly picked him up, and holding him as far away from her as possible, placed him in her backpack. She hurried home, thinking, 'I love you, Angel, but I'm never wearing this sweater again.'
When Willow arrived home, she went to her bedroom, and using her sweater, she made a bed for Angel on the floor. She prepared herself for bed, and said, "Good night Angel. I hope you can sleep okay. I'll start looking for spells in the morning."
"Good night, Willow. Thank you for your help,"
Angel and Willow closed their eyes and went to sleep, with the comforting knowledge that they were not alone...
-TBC-