Title: Something New (2/15)
Author: Luisa
Notes/Disclaimers: as in the Prologue
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Part 2
Willow sat back on her heels and placed her hands in her lap, sighing in confusion as she continued pouring out her woes to the blond standing on the other side of the room. "...I mean, I'm going through something. I just don't see why he was getting down on me."
"He's just worried about you." The Slayer replied as she shrugged her jacket off. "Spells can be dangerous. It doesn't mean he thinks you're a bad witch."
"I am a bad witch."
"No, you're a good witch."
Willow exhaled softly. She knew Buffy was trying her hardest to console her, but the truth of the matter was that she was beyond consolation, drowning in her depression. "I'm not kidding anyone. If I had any real power, I could have made Oz stay with me."
Buffy raised her eyebrows in surprise and knelt beside her friend. "Will, you wouldn't have wanted him to have stayed..."
The Wicca continued as if Buffy hadn't spoken. "...And I didn't have the guts to do the spell on Veruca, and my 'I Will it So' spell went nowhere. The only real witch here is fuzzy little Amy."
"I think you're being too hard on yourself."
Again Willow ignored Buffy. "She's got access to powers I can't even invoke. I mean, first she's a perfectly normal girl... then poof, she's a rat. I could never do something like that."
There was a silence as both girls turned to look at the rat fidgeting on Willow's bed, before the shrill ring of the telephone broke the quiet. The girls looked at each other for a brief second, before Buffy moved to answer the 'phone.
"Hello?"
Willow watched as various expressions passed over her friend's face in the silence that followed. Whatever the caller was saying seemed to be getting the Slayer agitated. At last Buffy spoke again.
"Uh... I'll be right there." She hung up and turned to the Wicca with a wry smile. "Spike escaped."
"What? How?"
"Giles said he wasn't sure. I guess he must've dropped the keys - well, that or Spike's suddenly learned how to apparate. Cause he went out for a moment and when he got back Spike was gone. So... it's up to me again to find him."
A momentary flash of panic crossed Willow's face. "A-and you're going? Now?"
Buffy smiled sympathetically at Willow's suddenly lost expression. "Sorry - duty thing."
Willow watched Buffy collect her weapons with a mixture of hurt and confusion. "Well, I mean... what's the rush? Spike can't hurt anyone, right? And I figured since I'm kinda grievey, we could, uh... you know, have a girl's night. We could eat sundaes and watch Steel Magnolias and you can tell me how... at least I don't have diabetes."
Buffy threw her jacket on. "Will, I can't hang out with you until I get Spike back to Giles... you know that." As she moved toward the door, she attempted to reassure her friend. "Okay, I'll be back as soon as I can." She offered a small smile. "I promise."
As she closed the door behind Buffy, Willow scowled. "I don't see the big. He's probably just standing out there. You could find him in two seconds..."
For a moment, she felt slightly disoriented. The feeling passed as soon as it came however, and she sighed in defeat. [Maybe Xander will understand... maybe if I apologise to him for earlier...] Swiftly gathering up her coat and bag, she hastily exited the room, keen to find a willing listener.
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Part 2
Willow sat back on her heels and placed her hands in her lap, sighing in confusion as she continued pouring out her woes to the blond standing on the other side of the room. "...I mean, I'm going through something. I just don't see why he was getting down on me."
"He's just worried about you." The Slayer replied as she shrugged her jacket off. "Spells can be dangerous. It doesn't mean he thinks you're a bad witch."
"I am a bad witch."
"No, you're a good witch."
Willow exhaled softly. She knew Buffy was trying her hardest to console her, but the truth of the matter was that she was beyond consolation, drowning in her depression. "I'm not kidding anyone. If I had any real power, I could have made Oz stay with me."
Buffy raised her eyebrows in surprise and knelt beside her friend. "Will, you wouldn't have wanted him to have stayed..."
The Wicca continued as if Buffy hadn't spoken. "...And I didn't have the guts to do the spell on Veruca, and my 'I Will it So' spell went nowhere. The only real witch here is fuzzy little Amy."
"I think you're being too hard on yourself."
Again Willow ignored Buffy. "She's got access to powers I can't even invoke. I mean, first she's a perfectly normal girl... then poof, she's a rat. I could never do something like that."
There was a silence as both girls turned to look at the rat fidgeting on Willow's bed, before the shrill ring of the telephone broke the quiet. The girls looked at each other for a brief second, before Buffy moved to answer the 'phone.
"Hello?"
Willow watched as various expressions passed over her friend's face in the silence that followed. Whatever the caller was saying seemed to be getting the Slayer agitated. At last Buffy spoke again.
"Uh... I'll be right there." She hung up and turned to the Wicca with a wry smile. "Spike escaped."
"What? How?"
"Giles said he wasn't sure. I guess he must've dropped the keys - well, that or Spike's suddenly learned how to apparate. Cause he went out for a moment and when he got back Spike was gone. So... it's up to me again to find him."
A momentary flash of panic crossed Willow's face. "A-and you're going? Now?"
Buffy smiled sympathetically at Willow's suddenly lost expression. "Sorry - duty thing."
Willow watched Buffy collect her weapons with a mixture of hurt and confusion. "Well, I mean... what's the rush? Spike can't hurt anyone, right? And I figured since I'm kinda grievey, we could, uh... you know, have a girl's night. We could eat sundaes and watch Steel Magnolias and you can tell me how... at least I don't have diabetes."
Buffy threw her jacket on. "Will, I can't hang out with you until I get Spike back to Giles... you know that." As she moved toward the door, she attempted to reassure her friend. "Okay, I'll be back as soon as I can." She offered a small smile. "I promise."
As she closed the door behind Buffy, Willow scowled. "I don't see the big. He's probably just standing out there. You could find him in two seconds..."
For a moment, she felt slightly disoriented. The feeling passed as soon as it came however, and she sighed in defeat. [Maybe Xander will understand... maybe if I apologise to him for earlier...] Swiftly gathering up her coat and bag, she hastily exited the room, keen to find a willing listener.
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