Willow grunted and opened her eyes. No dream at all. Felt as if she wasn't sleeping at all. Damn this cursed world. Is there anything that is not trying to cause them harm? Besides, why this tent is so warm? It's not Summer. And not Spring so what the hell?

Willow glanced down and almost screamed in surprise but quickly calmed down. Wendy was snuggled to her, breathing peacefully.

'the hell?' She tried to move but Wendy clung to her more 'Auch! Woman, damn you. You're going to crash my ribs! As if they weren't damaged enough!'

Willow groaned in defeat and lied down again. She must simply wait for her companion to wake up. What else is there to do? Burn something? Get bored? Or just rest? These are not the options she wanted to choose. And what's more. Freakin' monsters outside this damn tent. Luckily the fire didn't go out, yet. But her precious flames were dying and she could do nothing but lay under this horrifying yet alluring blonde.

'Wait, what?! Alluring?! Hell no, stop thinking like that! What's wrong with you?! True, she is creepy, can reanimate dead and has a ghost as her sister/guardian! But...'

Willow looked down again 'But I have to admit... she has a certain charm to her. Maybe because her character is very different to mine. Yeah, it might be that...'

Wendy shivered. She knew Willow was awake but no chance she's letting her out of the tent. Not until she made sure this fire manic was ok. Or as ok as possible. She felt Willow shift a little. 'She must be uncomfortable'.

Wendy moved a little so Willow could not feel the pain. She spared a glance towards the fire. Her sister was keeping a watch while tending the flames. From time to time she moved from one side of the camp to the other. Was something near? Approaching them? Or maybe Abigail was simply playing in the slight wind.

She really hoped it was the last option.

-Hey, ghostly freak?

Wendy almost jumped.

-Relax. I just want you to get off of me so I won't burn you for lying on my ribs.

Wendy sat up allowing Willow to sit up as well.

-How are you feeling? – she asked in her monotonous voice but deep down she was glad Willow was feeling good – Slept enough don't you think?

The 'fire maniac' simply grunted and stood up. Wendy wanted to scold her but Willow already left the tent. 'I swear sometimes I wanna chop her head off. But then again she will not look beautifully with her head off on a field of flowers'.

-Hey, Abigail! – Willow said loudly. She was sure Abigail was looking right at her. Wherever she was... – I'm going to take care of fire for now and I'll also keep a watch. You can go back to your little sister now!

-I know, I know – Wendy told her sister – but I'm not gonna hurt her. We need each other to survive. Remember when we met this Deerclop?

Willow rolled her eyes.

Abigail let out a small sound only heard by her younger sister.

-No, Abi. They've served their purpose. No need to go to them again.

'Them?'

Abigail grabbed her hair. Really, sometimes her sister was way into Necromancy. Suddenly a light bulb appeared above her head. Her dead eyes lightened and she flew through the tent's wall.

-Abigail, wait! Where are you going?!

'Oho, so the ghostly sister is gone. Wonderful, now I'm left alone with this freak'

Willow turned her attention back to the fire. The flames were dancing happily, keeping all those shadows away. Or at least those damn hands. Mostly.

Were that the hands of Maxwell? Is he trying himself to kill them? 'Are your pets not enough for you? Has to take care of us himself, huh?'

Lost in her thoughts she didn't notice Wendy who sat next to her. Both were staring silently at the flames. Both had to admit this silence was... disturbing.

Willow grabbed little flame and closed her fist causing it to glow and burn.

She moved her fingers a little and repeated the process a few times. Wendy didn't even react. She knew Willow was immune to fire and it would heal her instead of hurting her. But still, she was amused whenever her partner was doing tricks with fire. It was interesting for some reason.

The fire-starter noticed Wendy's gaze but didn't show it. Instead she let her fingers do the work. Why, she wasn't really sure. She just felt like doing it.

She clenched her fist harder and the flame light vanished. Wendy wanted to ask what was happening but before she could utter a word Willow presented her a small rose. It was amber like and had flames inside of it. The petals were warm in touch while the rest was warmer.

Wendy gasped and looked at Willow who was still gazing at the flames. Her expression hard as stone.

With shaky hand Wendy took the rose. Immidietly she felt a soft warm surround her. It was nice. Nicer than the cold she usually feel.

She felt Willow shift. She looked at her and saw Willow smile. A real smile!

Not the mustered one she usually gets. Or ironic one. It was real!

She kept her gaze at Willow and felt her breath stop. Willow's eyes were glowing with soft light, her pigtails slowly turning into black fire. Soft voice sometimes rough, stiff posture but it was still showing her strength. Not to mention she could control any fire there was. Heck, she could even transform into one!

She quickly turned her gaze away blushing heavily. Willow smirked.

-Thank you... – Wendy murmured.

Willow only nodded but it was clear it was her 'you're welcome'.

They spent another twenty minutes like that, Willow only adding a log or two... or ten... just so the flames would skyrocket. Ok, fine, she caused the flames to almost burn the camp. And maybe forest...

Wendy was forced to knock Willow off. Well, she tried but Willow turned into fiery being and retreated a little back. Necromancer girl gritted het teeth and turned into ghost. Mostly a mist ghost.

Willow chuckled – Oh, so the fun finally begins... – before Wendy could react Willow swoon behind her and pinned her to the ground.