Series: For Better and For Worse

Title: Interlude: Damn it, Angel!

Author: Mosquito

Date: 21-01-06

Disclaimer: All the characters used and mentioned here belong to Joss Weadon.

Category: romance/angst

Rating: PG-13 (for language)

Summery: Willow needs to talk out her frustration. This interlude is a continuation in the series following: Chapter 6: Painting Europe Red.

Dedication:

Willow was angry. Not just angry- furious. She was pacing up and down in their bedroom rambling on to Spike who sat up in bed half asleep from being jolted awake after her entrance.

"Damn him, damn him, damn him! This isn't what I meant and he knew it! Stupid, dumb, eh…eh… idiot! He's such a… a…"

"Wanker," Spike helped out.

"Wanker!" Willow began pacing again. "He knew I wouldn't like it. Hell, he'd anticipated it, so he made sure she wasn't around when he told me."

"Who?" Spike asked rubbing his eyes.

"Angel."

That woke him up.

Willow didn't notice though, and just continued her rant: "Called me this afternoon after school and asked if I could come over cause he needed to talk." Willow stopped pacing looked at Spike and continued. "So, here I went thinking he'd want to talk about the curse or something. So I got to the door and went in. He asked me how school was going and asked if I wanted a drink or something to eat. He was buttering me up! Me! I didn't even know that Angel knew how to butter up!"

Willow's hand gestures became larger and Spike became more and more confused.

"So, I was like; 'no, thank you. Now, what do you need help with?' He said, well first he stuttered and then he said he'd met someone, well, someone he knew, but he was dating. I was happy for him, saying: 'good for you, you deserve a little happiness, she's really lucky and all that.'"

"Who is she?" Spike asked curiously.

"Who?"

"The girl he's dating."

Willow stopped and turned to him, "well that's what I asked, and what does he tell me? Cordelia. Cordelia! What is it with men and that bitch?!" She began pacing again. "I know I've been telling him to move on, find someone new, unlive a little, but Cordelia?! He's literally sleeping with the enemy!"

"Well, you did ask him to help her, so he has," Spike defended.

"Help, yes, but play naked pretzel? I didn't ask him to fall for her!"

"He told you he loves her?" Spike asked.

"No, but it's written all over his face." She looked at Spike for a moment and then continued her pacing again. "So, I asked how long it's been going on. He says: 'A week.' So I asked: 'Where is she now?' He gave her his credit card before school and told her to find something nice afterwards. Then after a little talking what does he do? He says: 'Oh, I wanted to ask if you could get Cordelia off the banned list from 'Red'. The audacity of that man- vampire- whatever!"

Spike, who'd grown sick of her pacing, grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. "Don't have to luv, it's my club."

She sighed. "No, it's okay, let her in." She lay back against his chest, her anger slowly dissipating.

"How about I take your mind off it?" Spike asked kissing her neck and shoulder.

"Hmm." She answered with her eyes closed. "I like that idea." And before she knew it, Spike had flipped them over, trapping her underneath him.

"I'm full of good ideas." He said with a smile. "Still thinking of Angel?"

"Angel who?"

END