Title: That Way (5/6)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link.
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.
Spoilers: Mostly an altered Graduation, Xander's plans for after graduation, and the first part of this 'fic.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: On the road in Willow's head.
Author's Note: Grr! Argh! It's the Attack of the Plot Bunnies! Help!
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He has his arm around me while he's driving. Probably not a good idea, driving-safety-wise, but I'm not complaining.
He's warm.
Okay, I know, it's a silly thing to notice. There's no reason for him to be cold, unless he were dead or a vampire, which he's not, and I'm very glad about that, by the way...
I'm babbling, aren't I?
It's not like I babble all the time. Just when I'm nervous or afraid or happy or excited or...
Okay, so I babble all the time. Happy now? I'm just feeling a little giddy here right now, okay? I've always loved him, and now I know he loves me.
I honestly didn't know it was him, that time in the hospital. I really thought it was Oz.
That's why I went back to Oz after the Fluke. Because I thought it was Oz who loved me so much that he could bring me back from the brink of death. I couldn't bear to hurt anyone who loved me that much.
Except I did.
I hurt him, so much, and I'm still amazed he can forgive me after what I've done. I broke his heart, twice, and he still loves me.
I don't think I love him as much as he loves me. He loved me enough to let me go, to still love me after I broke his heart twice. Me? I... he broke my heart just _once_... and all I could think about was how to get revenge, how to hurt him back.
I'm so ashamed.
But now I've got another chance, and I'll be damned if I screw it up this time. I won't mess up again. Resolve Face.
"What's wrong, Willow?" I look up. He's looking down at me, a worried expression on his face.
I smile and reassure him, "Nothing, sweetie. Eyes on the road."
He's my Xander.
He's goofy, a little dense, and just as much a babbler as I am.
And he's just perfect that way.
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Author's Postscript:
And the next part WILL be the last. I think. ^_^
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link.
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.
Spoilers: Mostly an altered Graduation, Xander's plans for after graduation, and the first part of this 'fic.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: On the road in Willow's head.
Author's Note: Grr! Argh! It's the Attack of the Plot Bunnies! Help!
* * *
He has his arm around me while he's driving. Probably not a good idea, driving-safety-wise, but I'm not complaining.
He's warm.
Okay, I know, it's a silly thing to notice. There's no reason for him to be cold, unless he were dead or a vampire, which he's not, and I'm very glad about that, by the way...
I'm babbling, aren't I?
It's not like I babble all the time. Just when I'm nervous or afraid or happy or excited or...
Okay, so I babble all the time. Happy now? I'm just feeling a little giddy here right now, okay? I've always loved him, and now I know he loves me.
I honestly didn't know it was him, that time in the hospital. I really thought it was Oz.
That's why I went back to Oz after the Fluke. Because I thought it was Oz who loved me so much that he could bring me back from the brink of death. I couldn't bear to hurt anyone who loved me that much.
Except I did.
I hurt him, so much, and I'm still amazed he can forgive me after what I've done. I broke his heart, twice, and he still loves me.
I don't think I love him as much as he loves me. He loved me enough to let me go, to still love me after I broke his heart twice. Me? I... he broke my heart just _once_... and all I could think about was how to get revenge, how to hurt him back.
I'm so ashamed.
But now I've got another chance, and I'll be damned if I screw it up this time. I won't mess up again. Resolve Face.
"What's wrong, Willow?" I look up. He's looking down at me, a worried expression on his face.
I smile and reassure him, "Nothing, sweetie. Eyes on the road."
He's my Xander.
He's goofy, a little dense, and just as much a babbler as I am.
And he's just perfect that way.
* * *
Author's Postscript:
And the next part WILL be the last. I think. ^_^