Chapter Four: More Revelations
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Fred walked down the corridor of Wolfram and Hart. She entered one of her many laboratories to check up on and experiment she was running on the effect of werewolf blood on cuts. She had a theory that the blood of a werewolf could cause cuts to heal at an alarmingly fast rate. As she looked at some recent slides, she saw that her hypothesis was correct. She turned to find Andrea, one of her many assistants, to ask if any new side effects had been reported.
"Aughhhh!" she screamed as she found herself face to face with a strange blonde.
"Who the bloody Hell are you? Where am I?" Spike yelled.
"Spike? Oh my God! You are alive!" Fred drawled.
"Beggin' your pardon, pet, but do I know you?"
"No, but I'd know you just anywhere! Buffy is going to just- just- I don't know! She's going to faint when she finds out, I bet!"
Spike turned even paler than usual. Buffy; the very word was still like a prayer across his lips. He saw her in his mind- He could picture her just as she was when she was seventeen, eighteen, nineteen- he could imagine every age she had been as if it were the present. She lived in his mind, blossomed in his soul.
"Where is she? Wait- it doesn't really matter, does it? She doesn't love me. She never has and never will."
"Bull patootie!"
"Excuse me?" Spike couldn't help but laugh at the very Southern, very strange girl.
"I happen to sit next to Buffy every day while she cries over you. You have been gone for two months and she still has nightmares of you getting killed EVERY NIGHT! Come on. We are going right now." With that, Fred grabbed the vampire by his hand and pulled him away, leading him to his true love.
"What about Kennedy?" Oz asked quietly.
"She's not- I mean, she isn't really my type. She's so, I don't know, loud and abrasive. She kind of comes on too strong for me."
"Oh, well, I guess I'll be down really soon. It's just a couple of hours from here to there."
Willow's heart sank deeply into her chest. True, she was nowhere near as shy as she had been in high school, but she was still a little bit awkward. It had been hard, MORE than hard, for her to admit those words to Oz after all this time. Was he just going to ignore them? Say nothing back? Maybe she should pretend she didn't say them, too, then. Yep, she would just be cool, calm Willow. She would break up with Kennedy and get on with her life. Deep inside her chest, though, she still felt a small flicker of hope. She hoped that maybe when Oz came to stay with her. . . well, maybe there would be a little more hanky-panky than what this conversation suggested.
"Hey Oz? I can't wait to see you, you know?" Willow couldn't help but give him another chance to give her some much-needed affection.
"I'll see you soon. Bye."
'Hmmm. . .' Willow thought. It was all so hard to read. Would he really be coming down if he didn't care for her? Surely if he didn't love her, he wouldn't toy with her by coming to visit after she had made such an intimate declaration. Oz was so soulful and compassionate. Then again, what if he was being compassionate by deciding he couldn't bear to break her heart over the phone? What if he was coming to visit to make sure that she didn't have a break down when he rejected her? Her head was racing and she was so tired. She thought about it and decided that, despite the anger involved in their last meeting, she simply had to call Buffy. She had other friends, but only Buffy could really help her with this.
Buffy looked upon Spike and thought her heart was going to explode within her chest. It wasn't possible. He couldn't really be there, standing beside her. He was still so beautiful with his blonde hair and chiseled cheekbones. How could he still be so gorgeous after being dead for two months? She opened her mouth to tell him how she felt, but no words came out. She tried to move, but she couldn't. She couldn't do anything at all.
TBC
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