Title: Overcoming Obstacles (Companion piece to "Roses")
Summary: Spike and Willow are together. Love conquers everything, right? Buffy sets out to prove this theory wrong.
Archive: Want it?
Disclaimer: Not mine. I only own pathetic plots.
Comments: kimmie@quincymail.com
Rating: A tame G. I'm not talented enough to write anything but the fluffy stuff.
Buffy slammed the phone down into the receiver, the table shaking with her effort. Dawn looked up at her, half in anger at being pulled from her book, half in shock. "What was that about?" Buffy glared at her sister, her rage hardly under control.
"Xander tells me Willow is moving into the crypt." Dawn shrugged.
"Big deal. I moved into the crypt with mom that time, remember? Nothing to get worked up over." She buried her nose in the covers of the magic text again.
"That was for protection. This is for kicks. Has she completely lost her mind? What's gotten into Will?"
"You dated a vampire, too, Buffy. How is this different?" Dawn asked, glancing up from the book again.
"Angel has a soul! Our situations are worlds apart, Dawn!" She screamed, balling her hands into fists. "I've got to try to talk to her, reason has to work, right?"
"Reason is not going to work, Buffy! I've already thought this through, and believe me, it is what I want!" Willow cried, throwing her last suitcase onto the bed.
Spike grinned at the Slayer easily from his corner. Willow hauled her things to a drawer, pointedly ignoring Buffy's glare of death. (c) "So you're just going to move in with evil? Fight with good and live the lie? Why? How can you even pretend he loves you?" Buffy's helpless look only angered Willow more.
"How was Angel any different? Why can you make excuses for yourself, but exclude my circumstance, and make me guilty?" Buffy's mouth dropped open.
"Excuse me? Soul, chip. Two entirely different things! Angel is good, he has a heart, he loves me. Spike is evil! He doesn't want that chip, and without it, you'd be a fading memory!" Willow took that blow to heart, her eyes filling at her friend's betrayal.
"He loves me, Buffy. That's enough to keep me trying to help him!" Buffy's mouth flew open in protest.
"How can he love you? Love is something he'll never know, Willow. Please just think this over, one-day, one-week! Come back to your dorm, and-"
"And what? Tara and I are over, and I want to be here, Buffy. I'm sorry you can't understand that, even after Angel." Buffy clenched her fists at her sides and glared at the two of them.
"Don't ever try to tell me that what Angel and I had is anything like this affliction of a relationship. We had something bigger than you can understand, obviously, if you think Spike is anything like my Angel. Don't even start on it." Buffy's eyes filled with tears of rage, and she stormed to Spike.
"If I ever hear about you hurting her, I swear I'll tear your body into tiny shreds and keep them around to dance on. May your life be filled with sunshine, holy water, and sharp wood." She sneered, pushing him into the wall before looking back one last time.
Willow helped Spike up, tears dripping from her eyes. "I thought she might understand. Just maybe, I thought it would hit her as being like- but she just hates everything about you. Why can't she see the good?"
"You are my good. Slayer doesn't realize that, so she'll be in the dark." Spike said easily. "Red? You all right?"
"Some of the stuff she said, it just bothered me." Spike frowned, dusting off his black jeans.
"Taking the Slayer's garble to heart? Which part? The part about me not being Angel, or the part about love and all that jazz?"
"I know you're not Angel. Angel is too much like me for my taste, and I just wonder how someone like you and someone like me... It just seems so out there. We're so different." Spike laughed.
"What's wrong with a little spice in a relationship? That's what it's all about, love." Willow smiled lightly at the blonde vampire that sat next to her on the bed.
"I know, and I wouldn't change you if I could. Do you love me?" Spike moved his head to look at her.
"What? Where did this come from? Or do I have to ask, love?"
"I know I'm stupid to even suddenly wonder because of Buffy, but it does matter." Willow regarded him with big eyes.
"Love isn't something vampires have a lot of, but I know that what ever I feel about you, I've got a lot of it." Willow's face melted into a smile, and she turned around in his lap, capturing his mouth with hers.
Summary: Spike and Willow are together. Love conquers everything, right? Buffy sets out to prove this theory wrong.
Archive: Want it?
Disclaimer: Not mine. I only own pathetic plots.
Comments: kimmie@quincymail.com
Rating: A tame G. I'm not talented enough to write anything but the fluffy stuff.
Buffy slammed the phone down into the receiver, the table shaking with her effort. Dawn looked up at her, half in anger at being pulled from her book, half in shock. "What was that about?" Buffy glared at her sister, her rage hardly under control.
"Xander tells me Willow is moving into the crypt." Dawn shrugged.
"Big deal. I moved into the crypt with mom that time, remember? Nothing to get worked up over." She buried her nose in the covers of the magic text again.
"That was for protection. This is for kicks. Has she completely lost her mind? What's gotten into Will?"
"You dated a vampire, too, Buffy. How is this different?" Dawn asked, glancing up from the book again.
"Angel has a soul! Our situations are worlds apart, Dawn!" She screamed, balling her hands into fists. "I've got to try to talk to her, reason has to work, right?"
"Reason is not going to work, Buffy! I've already thought this through, and believe me, it is what I want!" Willow cried, throwing her last suitcase onto the bed.
Spike grinned at the Slayer easily from his corner. Willow hauled her things to a drawer, pointedly ignoring Buffy's glare of death. (c) "So you're just going to move in with evil? Fight with good and live the lie? Why? How can you even pretend he loves you?" Buffy's helpless look only angered Willow more.
"How was Angel any different? Why can you make excuses for yourself, but exclude my circumstance, and make me guilty?" Buffy's mouth dropped open.
"Excuse me? Soul, chip. Two entirely different things! Angel is good, he has a heart, he loves me. Spike is evil! He doesn't want that chip, and without it, you'd be a fading memory!" Willow took that blow to heart, her eyes filling at her friend's betrayal.
"He loves me, Buffy. That's enough to keep me trying to help him!" Buffy's mouth flew open in protest.
"How can he love you? Love is something he'll never know, Willow. Please just think this over, one-day, one-week! Come back to your dorm, and-"
"And what? Tara and I are over, and I want to be here, Buffy. I'm sorry you can't understand that, even after Angel." Buffy clenched her fists at her sides and glared at the two of them.
"Don't ever try to tell me that what Angel and I had is anything like this affliction of a relationship. We had something bigger than you can understand, obviously, if you think Spike is anything like my Angel. Don't even start on it." Buffy's eyes filled with tears of rage, and she stormed to Spike.
"If I ever hear about you hurting her, I swear I'll tear your body into tiny shreds and keep them around to dance on. May your life be filled with sunshine, holy water, and sharp wood." She sneered, pushing him into the wall before looking back one last time.
Willow helped Spike up, tears dripping from her eyes. "I thought she might understand. Just maybe, I thought it would hit her as being like- but she just hates everything about you. Why can't she see the good?"
"You are my good. Slayer doesn't realize that, so she'll be in the dark." Spike said easily. "Red? You all right?"
"Some of the stuff she said, it just bothered me." Spike frowned, dusting off his black jeans.
"Taking the Slayer's garble to heart? Which part? The part about me not being Angel, or the part about love and all that jazz?"
"I know you're not Angel. Angel is too much like me for my taste, and I just wonder how someone like you and someone like me... It just seems so out there. We're so different." Spike laughed.
"What's wrong with a little spice in a relationship? That's what it's all about, love." Willow smiled lightly at the blonde vampire that sat next to her on the bed.
"I know, and I wouldn't change you if I could. Do you love me?" Spike moved his head to look at her.
"What? Where did this come from? Or do I have to ask, love?"
"I know I'm stupid to even suddenly wonder because of Buffy, but it does matter." Willow regarded him with big eyes.
"Love isn't something vampires have a lot of, but I know that what ever I feel about you, I've got a lot of it." Willow's face melted into a smile, and she turned around in his lap, capturing his mouth with hers.
