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Part 13
Willow rolled over on the hard cement floor.
"Uggg, stop the world I want to get off." She moaned, her head spinning. She gingerly touched the back of her head. She inhaled sharply at the pain it caused. "No blood, well that's good." She sighed, looking at her fingers. Very slowly she started to sit up and take in her surroundings.
She was in some sort of cell, no windows, on door, most likely locked, and she wasn't alone. Cautiously she crawled over to the body sprawled on it's stomach on the other side of the room. Ignoring her swimming head she turned him over.
"Angel?" Willow gently patted his cheeks trying to get him to wake up.
"Willow?" His eyes snapped open and he bolted upright. "Arrrrrg!" he clutched the sides of his head and collapsed onto the floor again.
"You're not going to yak on me are ya?" Willow asked, scooting away from him.
"No, I'm okay, just give me a second." He slowly sat up, trying his best to ignore the pounding in his brain. It had been over 200 years since he'd had a headache, and for his first one, man was it a doozy. "Where are we?" He looked around the cell.
"Not a clue. All I know is we were whacked with some sort of magic at the beach, and I woke up here about 5 minutes ago."
"Where are Buffy and Spike?"
"Again, not a clue, but wherever they are they're probably together. So I guess that means it's just us for however long it takes for the person who kidnapped us to come back."
"Yep, or we starve to death, or worse, we change back and my demon overpowers my soul and I feed from you."
"Hey! There will be no feeding of any kind from me! We'll get out of here before that happens, so there will be no talk of killing right now, or, or ever."
"But Will—"
"Hush, see my resolve face…there will be no feeding."
Angel just shook his head. "So, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"Whatever you want to do."
"Well, if we keep doing this we'll never get anything done." They both looked at each other and cracked up laughing, the pain in their heads magically disappearing.
Part 14
"…on a desert island with John Cusak, with no hope of rescue." Willow finished.
Over the past two hours they had played I never… Truth or Consequences, Thumb Wrestled, and they were now playing Anywhere But Here.
"So Angel, if you could be anywhere but here, where would you be?"
Angel crossed his legs and sat across from Willow thinking for a minute. "At home with my parents and sisters."
"Really? Wow, so you miss them huh?"
"Sometimes, mostly I feel guilty about killing them, so I'd just like the opportunity to apologize to them for being such an ass."
"That's so ahhhhhhh." Willow clutched at her sides.
"Willow? What's wrong, are you okay?" Angel leaned forward and held onto hew arms, then a flash of white light consumed the young girls body, and sent him tumbling to the other side of the room. When Angel reopened his eyes he saw that two things had changed. One, Willow was now her 18 year old self. And two, she was completely naked. The first fact relieved him, and the second one made him blush the color of Willow's hair.
Part 15
"Oooof, what was that?" Willow slowly opened her eyes to see little black spots dancing in front of them, like when you look right at the sun. "And did it suddenly get cold in here?" It was then that she realized that she was back to normal, and her lack of clothing. "Ack!!" she tried to cover herself up the best she could. "Don't sit there staring!!!!!" she shot a menacing glare at Angel, who promptly turned his back.
Willow searched the cell for something to put on, and finally she spotted the beach bag in the corner. She grabbed one of the beach towels out of it and wrapped it around herself.
"Can I look now?" Angel asked timidly.
"I'm so embarrassed, I mean you saw me, ALL of me, how can I ever show my face in public again? I'll be so mortified, I'll—" Willow was pacing back and forth in the cell.
"Willow, relax, I'm not going to tell anyone. No one will ever know, it's okay, relax. Sit down you're making me dizzy." Willow stopped her pacing and sat down carefully so that the towel wouldn't separate. Both hers and Angel's faces were varying shades of crimson.
"So, um…" Willow stuttered.
"Yeah, how bout that local sports team?" Angel answered, not knowing what else to say. Willow opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was giggles. Then for the second time that day they erupted into peals of pure laughter.
"So," Willow wiped the tears away from her eyes, "what were we talking about?"
"I believe it was your crush on John Cusak." Angel said, not wanting to ruin the moment with his brooding about his family.
"Oh yeah!" So for the next couple hours Willow and Angel discussed John Cusak and his many roles, which lead to Mini Driver, which lead to Circle of Friends, which lead to an impromptu lesson in Irish brogue from Angel. Which again sent them into fits of giggles over Willow's horrible accent.
"With the red hair, you'd think your accent would be better."
"Just shut up, at least when I say something it can be understood." She retorted.
"Aye dona' think she can take much more of this cappin'"
"First of all Scotty was Scottish, and since when do you watch Star Trek?" Willow giggled.
Angel just smiled and shrugged.
Part 16
"I fail to see what is funny about this, pet."
Buffy couldn't stop giggling.
"Slayer, what's so funny?"
"Me…eighteen…undressed…you wanna…and you … can't do jack … shit about it!" She managed to get out between gasps of laughter.
Spike growled. Or tried to. It didn't have quite the same effect when his voice was two octaves higher than usual. Buffy giggled again. Suddenly, Spike groaned.
"Em, pet. I haven't been human for a while now, so maybe you could explain just exactly what I'm feeling?" Spike looked up.
Buffy had calmed down a bit.
"What…what are you feeling, Spike?" She got out, still winded by her laughing session.
"Um, like a burning…down there." He looked up, embarrassed.
"A burning down where?" Then, realization dawned on her. "OH! Down THERE. Uh, you probably just need to go to the bathroom."
Spike cringed.
"What? Spike, what's wrong with going to the bathroom?"
He mumbled something under his breath.
"What? I didn't hear you."
"I said I bloody don't know how!"
"You …don't know how to piss?" Peals of laughter rang through Buffy once again.
"Slayer, it's not funny!"
"You're right…I'm sorry." She snorted. It was another few minutes until she got herself under control. Spike was squirming.
"Um, ok. Let's go over to the corner."
They moved to the corner of the cell, and Buffy looked at Spike.
"Take out your cock."
Spike's eyes widened.
"Do what?"
"Spike, do you wanna feel better or not?"
Spike grumbled as he did as she asked.
"Ok. Now…" She whispered something in his ear.
Spike shook his head as he reached for his cock, and gently held it in his hand. Then he squirmed, and a long stream of urine erupted. Buffy could see the relief evident in his expression, and laughed again. This time, Spike joined her.
"Slayer, I really hope I'm out of this damn body before I have to do that again."
They resumed their thumb wresting championship.
"So do I, Spike. So do I."