You and the Mona Lisa



Spike and Willow stand face-to-face in the center of a busy street. The cars, however,
 appear to exist on a separate plane of existence -- passing through the two bodies like 
fog when they come near them at all. Willow stretches her hand out to Spike, but 
neither step closer.


WILLOW.
Hold me down to anything,
Anything that you see.
I should walk away right now.


Spike now also raises his arm towards her. Their outstretched fingers are only an inch 
apart as they stare into each other's eyes.


SPIKE.
I'll be there, so never mind.
I'll be the one to fall,
Waiting for you to look up at me.


The scene surrounding them vanishes, leaving them both standing in an endlessly 
immense room with gray tiled floor that stretches off in all directions until it melts into
 complete darkness. As this happens, Willow suddenly does a dramatic twirl past
 Spike. They circle each other, always eluding the other's grasp as they sing.


WILLOW.
Oh, I love you the most,
Always giving up the ghost
In your own private conversation.

SPIKE.
You're a sweet mystery.
There is nothing in between
You and the Mona Lisa.


They spin apart and begin to waltz, their bodies never touching, but never further than an
 inch apart. 


WILLOW.
Nothing in particular
And everything in between:
This is what you mean to me

SPIKE.
Only you and only me
Climbing in the right direction
On the way to everything.


Spike dips her and she dissappears into a cloud of sparkles. He looks around and
 doesn't see her. She reappears behind him. He turns as she she sings.


WILLOW.
We were walking up high,
And no one thought to try --

SPIKE.
--But I was the one to blame.


A bright sun rises in the blackness above them. Spike breaks away. He falls to his
 knees and covers his face with his hands.


SPIKE.
And it was just a mirage,
So I hid in the garage...

WILLOW.
'Til somebody called your name.


Willow waves her hand high and the sun turns into a gorgeous moon. The darkness
 around them is suddenly filled with stars. She goes to Spike and lifts him to his feet,
 their bodies touching at last. He looks at their skin touching, then meets her eyes.
 They embrace and kiss deeply then resume the dance, hands clasped together,
 Spike's arm twined protectively around Willow's graceful waist.


WILLOW.
Oh, I love you the most,
Always giving up the ghost
In your own private conversation.

SPIKE.
You're a sweet mystery,
And there's nothing in between
You and the Mona Lisa.


The continue to dance under Willow's star-filled sky until the music fades into
 nothingness. The light gradually fades, too, until its last rays fall upon the two lovers
 entwined in each other's arms as they sink to the floor....