TITLE: Memories Are Made Of This
AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Willow creates a tiny memorial for Other-Realm Willow and shares a moment with Xander -- takes place after my story "Afterthoughts - Doppelgangland" which will hopefully soon be up at a website near you. =)
SPOILER: Doppelgangland
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =)
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-PG
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon does. If he ever decides to give them to me, that would be nice. =)



Willow finished the spell and stood still with her eyes closed for a moment, then she stepped back to see her creation.

The tiny black heart with a bright red center was definitely a part of the ceramic tile now. It looked as though the floor had been hand-inlaid and the heart was the centerpiece for the room. She smiled proudly at having done something nice with magick.

 "Whatcha doin? I heard wind."

Xander.

Willow didn't bother turning to look at him. "I just thought we should have something to remember her. So I did this."

He came over and put his arm around her. He made a face when he remembered how that Willow had gotten friendly with him and pulled his arm away. "You don't *miss* her do you?"

"I....no. Not in the I'd miss you or Buffy if you went on vacation sense."

"But you do miss her."

"She was a strange part of me, Xander. I know she was evil, but....I can't explain it. I just..."

He hugged her. "I know."

She pulled slightly away after a minute, and the next thing she knew they were kissing. She'd forgotten how much she enjoyed his lips. How soft and sweet they were. He pulled away first.

"Ahh!! Bad! No lips! Anti-kissing, we have to stop!"

"We are stopped." Willow reminded him.

"Yes, but no! Bad!" he was breathing heavily, and Willow wasn't sure if that was because of her kiss, or because of the kiss in general. She was hoping she was the cause for his excitement. Dark green chinos didn't leave much to the imagination.

Willow blushed. "I didn't mean to....I meant to...we should--"

Xander grinned. "It's okay Will. I won't tell if you won't."

"That was more her than me, huh?" Willow asked.

"Maybe there's a little of her in you."

If Willow had been spinning a pencil, it would've jabbed Xander in the arm. He'd hit a nerve. She'd been trying to ignore that fact all day, but it was very possible that there was a tiny bit of Other-Realm Willow in her soul. She wondered if it was possible for there to be a bit of reality-based Willow in her alter ego. After all, she didn't have a soul at all.

"Yoo hoo, Earth to Willow. The Bronze. Oz. Oz! That's why I came here in the first place. You have to go see his band. Your kissing guy."

Xander was babbling, and they both knew it. She smiled at him and wished she could kiss him again. She followed him out to his tandem bike and they struggled to pedal it all the way to The Bronze. She loved watching Oz play, but it was Xander's kiss she ached for that night while lying alone in bed.