Title: It's not the reason...
Author: TashG
Email: tash_faith@hotmail.com
Rating: G for all (At the moment)
Summary: W/O fic. Everything's agitating Willow, then she accidentally makes a phone call
Distribution: If you want it, ask!
Disclaimer: Joss owns the BtVS characters, etc, etc.
Author's Note: Set 1/2 way through S5. Tara doesn't exist, as much as I'd like to torture her.
~*~
Willow sighed, annoyed, as her lead snapped, and threw the pencil across the room.
"Stupid pencil"
Everything was getting to her recently. Just yesterday she'd flipped at the college restaurant for having pasta swirls and not spaghetti with the bolognaise. It was like something snapped in her head when something she didn't like happened. Even Buffy had noticed a change in her behaviour, Giles had commented too. Of course, Buffy was too busy trying to knock some sense into Spike and his recent stalks, to worry about her.
She looked down at her semi-finished assignment, and re-read it over.
'The French leader, Napoleon, was a great fan of ice cream'.
"Hey. I didn't write that!" She said loudly, ripping up the piece of paper. She dropped it in the bin, and stepped away from it. Using a spell she'd found a few days ago, she concentrated, and set fire to the contents of the bin.
She watched as the smoke from the bin rose to the ceiling...then the smoke alarm started blaring.
She screamed agitatedly at it, and threw some books off a chair across the room. She moved the chair to the centre of the room, and climbed up on it. She quickly tore the smoke alarm away from the ceiling and, ripped the batteries away. She dropped them on the floor, and flopped down onto her bed, as the ringing ceased.
From the corner of the room, she heard her telephone ringing a number on the hands free setting. She must have accidentally knocked it over when she threw her books across the room.
She scowled at it, and dragged herself off the bed. The phone clicked, indicating someone had picked up on the other end.
"Hello, Xanders place".
Willow froze, recognising the voice instantly.
She whispered, "Oz?"
To be continued....
Author: TashG
Email: tash_faith@hotmail.com
Rating: G for all (At the moment)
Summary: W/O fic. Everything's agitating Willow, then she accidentally makes a phone call
Distribution: If you want it, ask!
Disclaimer: Joss owns the BtVS characters, etc, etc.
Author's Note: Set 1/2 way through S5. Tara doesn't exist, as much as I'd like to torture her.
~*~
Willow sighed, annoyed, as her lead snapped, and threw the pencil across the room.
"Stupid pencil"
Everything was getting to her recently. Just yesterday she'd flipped at the college restaurant for having pasta swirls and not spaghetti with the bolognaise. It was like something snapped in her head when something she didn't like happened. Even Buffy had noticed a change in her behaviour, Giles had commented too. Of course, Buffy was too busy trying to knock some sense into Spike and his recent stalks, to worry about her.
She looked down at her semi-finished assignment, and re-read it over.
'The French leader, Napoleon, was a great fan of ice cream'.
"Hey. I didn't write that!" She said loudly, ripping up the piece of paper. She dropped it in the bin, and stepped away from it. Using a spell she'd found a few days ago, she concentrated, and set fire to the contents of the bin.
She watched as the smoke from the bin rose to the ceiling...then the smoke alarm started blaring.
She screamed agitatedly at it, and threw some books off a chair across the room. She moved the chair to the centre of the room, and climbed up on it. She quickly tore the smoke alarm away from the ceiling and, ripped the batteries away. She dropped them on the floor, and flopped down onto her bed, as the ringing ceased.
From the corner of the room, she heard her telephone ringing a number on the hands free setting. She must have accidentally knocked it over when she threw her books across the room.
She scowled at it, and dragged herself off the bed. The phone clicked, indicating someone had picked up on the other end.
"Hello, Xanders place".
Willow froze, recognising the voice instantly.
She whispered, "Oz?"
To be continued....
