Dislaimer:If you really think I own any of these characters, well, you're
welcome to join me in the land of denial. If you didn't catch that, I
(unfortunately) do not own any of these characters. *sighs wistfully*
Summary: Willow goes evil, Buffy's her usual self-absorbed self, Angel comes to Sunnydale and takes Willow to L.A., they bond (and do other things). But right now, Willow's not evil (yet) and she's having fun in Sunnydale.
Parings:Willow/Spike friendship, and (eventually) Willow/Angel, Fred/Gunn, and maybe Wesley/Cordelia
Spoilers: After "Seeing Red," but pretend Spike didn't try to rape Buffy and leave. In L.A., they're back from Pylea, F/G are together with no Wesley interference, Angel hasn't gotten all depressed yet, so no Conner.
Author's Notes: I might have rearranged Spike's crypt. I don't remember what it looks like ;) Italics/ ~thought~ = thoughts. And I don't care if Willow doesn't blush at this point in the Jossverse, or if Spike wouldn't be that nice, or Willow wouldn't do any of this. This is my first story and since it's going to be long, I can change things. And yes, I swear W/S are friends. Only friends. Just to warn you, I am completely obsessed with any of the characters playing Truth or Dare, I Never, and Spin the Bottle. So, there might be more than one game of these.
"What about her? She, um, looks sexy. I think. At least, those two yummy guys she's totally ignoring seem to think so. What about you, Will?"
"You think she looks sexy? Buffy are you bi?"
"Wh-What? Willow, why would you..hey, you no changing the subject- what do you think?"
Willow let out a sigh and stared out at the dance floor. A casual observer would think she was ignoring Buffy, but Buffy had known her for six years. She knew that Willow was thinking. Willow turned to Buffy and said, "I'm just not ready. I, I" she looked plaintively at Buffy, "I still miss Tara. So much."
Will, I feel for you; Tara was a great person." Buffy broke off and looked down at the table, reliving the moment when Tara comforted her, how accepting and forgiving of her Spike penchage she had been. Lifting her head, she continued. "But you have to move on. Tara would want you to. She- "
"No, Buffy, you want me too. I am still grieving for Tara. I am not ready to move on." "But-"
"No buts, Buffy. I am not ready. I'm sorry if it's inconvenient for you, but you get over it. Get over the idea that I'm just going to forget about my murdered lover so you can have dependable Willow the footstool back!"
"Willow..." Buffy interjected, failing to see Willow's eyes began to cloud over.
"Don't Buffy. I'm so tired of you telling me to forget about.... everything! When Oz left, all you said was, 'Just move on, Willow. You should get over it, Willow.' Do you have any idea how much time I have to spend listening to you whine about your guys?" Buffy just stared at Willow, looking slightly puzzled. "No, of course not. You only pay attention to yourself."
"Willow,-"
"No, Buffy, don't interrupt me!"
"Willow! Listen to me!" Buffy grabbed Willow's arm to get her attention.
"DON'T INTERRUPT ME! AND DON'T TOUCH ME!" Willow's eyes were now completely black, and Buffy was flying through the air, out onto the dance floor. She looked up at Willow, a slightly dazed and hurt expression on her face. Abruptly, Willow's eyes snapped back to green.
"Oh Goddess, Buffy, I'm so sorry!" Willow turned and ran out of the Bronze, knocking into several patrons on her way out.
Summary: Willow goes evil, Buffy's her usual self-absorbed self, Angel comes to Sunnydale and takes Willow to L.A., they bond (and do other things). But right now, Willow's not evil (yet) and she's having fun in Sunnydale.
Parings:Willow/Spike friendship, and (eventually) Willow/Angel, Fred/Gunn, and maybe Wesley/Cordelia
Spoilers: After "Seeing Red," but pretend Spike didn't try to rape Buffy and leave. In L.A., they're back from Pylea, F/G are together with no Wesley interference, Angel hasn't gotten all depressed yet, so no Conner.
Author's Notes: I might have rearranged Spike's crypt. I don't remember what it looks like ;) Italics/ ~thought~ = thoughts. And I don't care if Willow doesn't blush at this point in the Jossverse, or if Spike wouldn't be that nice, or Willow wouldn't do any of this. This is my first story and since it's going to be long, I can change things. And yes, I swear W/S are friends. Only friends. Just to warn you, I am completely obsessed with any of the characters playing Truth or Dare, I Never, and Spin the Bottle. So, there might be more than one game of these.
"What about her? She, um, looks sexy. I think. At least, those two yummy guys she's totally ignoring seem to think so. What about you, Will?"
"You think she looks sexy? Buffy are you bi?"
"Wh-What? Willow, why would you..hey, you no changing the subject- what do you think?"
Willow let out a sigh and stared out at the dance floor. A casual observer would think she was ignoring Buffy, but Buffy had known her for six years. She knew that Willow was thinking. Willow turned to Buffy and said, "I'm just not ready. I, I" she looked plaintively at Buffy, "I still miss Tara. So much."
Will, I feel for you; Tara was a great person." Buffy broke off and looked down at the table, reliving the moment when Tara comforted her, how accepting and forgiving of her Spike penchage she had been. Lifting her head, she continued. "But you have to move on. Tara would want you to. She- "
"No, Buffy, you want me too. I am still grieving for Tara. I am not ready to move on." "But-"
"No buts, Buffy. I am not ready. I'm sorry if it's inconvenient for you, but you get over it. Get over the idea that I'm just going to forget about my murdered lover so you can have dependable Willow the footstool back!"
"Willow..." Buffy interjected, failing to see Willow's eyes began to cloud over.
"Don't Buffy. I'm so tired of you telling me to forget about.... everything! When Oz left, all you said was, 'Just move on, Willow. You should get over it, Willow.' Do you have any idea how much time I have to spend listening to you whine about your guys?" Buffy just stared at Willow, looking slightly puzzled. "No, of course not. You only pay attention to yourself."
"Willow,-"
"No, Buffy, don't interrupt me!"
"Willow! Listen to me!" Buffy grabbed Willow's arm to get her attention.
"DON'T INTERRUPT ME! AND DON'T TOUCH ME!" Willow's eyes were now completely black, and Buffy was flying through the air, out onto the dance floor. She looked up at Willow, a slightly dazed and hurt expression on her face. Abruptly, Willow's eyes snapped back to green.
"Oh Goddess, Buffy, I'm so sorry!" Willow turned and ran out of the Bronze, knocking into several patrons on her way out.