Title: Something New (6/15)
Author: Luisa
Notes/Disclaimers: as in the Prologue
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Part 6
"...it's just not fair."
Xander gave one last resigned sigh, fed up with Willow's rant. "Look, Will, I know it's hard to see it right now, but everything you're feeling is because of you and Oz. Not because of Buffy and me... or anybody. But eventually you'll meet somebody else, and it'll be better."
She turned away once more, a pitiful expression of her former self as she spoke sadly. "Yeah, 'cause most relationships are great and trouble-free. I don't think so. I think we're all doomed to badness."
Anger flared within Xander and he huffed out his response, hoping that sometime soon Willow would give him some sympathy for his pain and discomfort rather than continue to expect it for herself. "We're not doomed."
Willow whirled on him, a frown on her pretty face. "Oh, yeah? Let's... let's look at your bio. Insect Lady, Mummy Girl, Anya... face it, Xand... the only bigger demon magnet around here than you, is Spike." That same sudden feeling of disorientation washed over her, and she staggered slightly to the corner of Xander's bed.
Feeling the bed sag, Xander wondered if maybe Will was calming down, and he spoke in a soft voice. "How? How is Spike a demon magnet?"
The Wicca sighed. "Well, you know... with his chip, and all... all the other vamps and demons are gonna go after him, 'cause they see him as a threat, I guess... maybe try and get revenge for the times he's screwed up their plans."
"Well, there it is... that's why Buffy has to protect him... you know, look after him with Giles. I mean, whatever he's got on those commandoes isn't gonna be any help if he's dust, is it?"
"I... I guess not." Willow smiled at little at the shock of Xander being logical, yet her smile became wistful within moments and a sigh escaped her. "That doesn't mean that relationships aren't doomed."
"No, but have you considered that... well, that perhaps you just haven't met the right guy for you yet?"
Tears sprung to Willows eyes and she stood abruptly. "I have! I... I have met the right guy... Oz... Oz is the right guy for me."
Xander struggled to lift himself up on his arms, reaching blindly for his friend in hopes of comforting her. "You can't know that... I mean, you've dated one guy, plus what we... uh, had... and that's it? You've found your Mr. Right? You've gotta give yourself more of a chance, Will."
"Oh, right... like you did?" Willow could hear the venom in her voice, but ignored the unpleasant sound, her hurt overbearing and numbing any other feeling. "'Cause Cordelia was such a great choice of girlfriend, wasn't she? And Anya? Don't even get me started on her... she's not even human... and she doesn't even try to act like one. What the hell do you see in her, anyway?"
As pain surged through him, Xander ignored the question and lay down again in defeat. "I was just trying to help." Footfalls on the stairs stopped Willow from replying, and she looked up to see the object of their discussion.
Anya looked down at her in annoyance, before spotting Xander who was obviously in discomfort. "Xander! What's wrong? What happened to you? Are you okay?" She brushed past Willow, gathering Xander in her arms like a child, crooning over him.
The sight of Anya nursing her boyfriend at last prompted Willow to notice Xander's predicament. For just a moment, the Wicca felt deeply ashamed of not even realising her friend's pain. The sensation passed as Anya turned on her.
"What have you done?" The former demon lowered her boyfriend to the bed, and strode angrily to the redhead. "What did you do to him? This is all your fault."
"I... I didn't do *anything*!" Willow backed up in the face of Anya's wrath and found herself ascending the stairs in the process. "I *didn't*," she insisted. When she saw the look in Anya's eyes that told her she didn't believe her, Willow just turned and fled, tears pouring down her cheeks.
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Part 6
"...it's just not fair."
Xander gave one last resigned sigh, fed up with Willow's rant. "Look, Will, I know it's hard to see it right now, but everything you're feeling is because of you and Oz. Not because of Buffy and me... or anybody. But eventually you'll meet somebody else, and it'll be better."
She turned away once more, a pitiful expression of her former self as she spoke sadly. "Yeah, 'cause most relationships are great and trouble-free. I don't think so. I think we're all doomed to badness."
Anger flared within Xander and he huffed out his response, hoping that sometime soon Willow would give him some sympathy for his pain and discomfort rather than continue to expect it for herself. "We're not doomed."
Willow whirled on him, a frown on her pretty face. "Oh, yeah? Let's... let's look at your bio. Insect Lady, Mummy Girl, Anya... face it, Xand... the only bigger demon magnet around here than you, is Spike." That same sudden feeling of disorientation washed over her, and she staggered slightly to the corner of Xander's bed.
Feeling the bed sag, Xander wondered if maybe Will was calming down, and he spoke in a soft voice. "How? How is Spike a demon magnet?"
The Wicca sighed. "Well, you know... with his chip, and all... all the other vamps and demons are gonna go after him, 'cause they see him as a threat, I guess... maybe try and get revenge for the times he's screwed up their plans."
"Well, there it is... that's why Buffy has to protect him... you know, look after him with Giles. I mean, whatever he's got on those commandoes isn't gonna be any help if he's dust, is it?"
"I... I guess not." Willow smiled at little at the shock of Xander being logical, yet her smile became wistful within moments and a sigh escaped her. "That doesn't mean that relationships aren't doomed."
"No, but have you considered that... well, that perhaps you just haven't met the right guy for you yet?"
Tears sprung to Willows eyes and she stood abruptly. "I have! I... I have met the right guy... Oz... Oz is the right guy for me."
Xander struggled to lift himself up on his arms, reaching blindly for his friend in hopes of comforting her. "You can't know that... I mean, you've dated one guy, plus what we... uh, had... and that's it? You've found your Mr. Right? You've gotta give yourself more of a chance, Will."
"Oh, right... like you did?" Willow could hear the venom in her voice, but ignored the unpleasant sound, her hurt overbearing and numbing any other feeling. "'Cause Cordelia was such a great choice of girlfriend, wasn't she? And Anya? Don't even get me started on her... she's not even human... and she doesn't even try to act like one. What the hell do you see in her, anyway?"
As pain surged through him, Xander ignored the question and lay down again in defeat. "I was just trying to help." Footfalls on the stairs stopped Willow from replying, and she looked up to see the object of their discussion.
Anya looked down at her in annoyance, before spotting Xander who was obviously in discomfort. "Xander! What's wrong? What happened to you? Are you okay?" She brushed past Willow, gathering Xander in her arms like a child, crooning over him.
The sight of Anya nursing her boyfriend at last prompted Willow to notice Xander's predicament. For just a moment, the Wicca felt deeply ashamed of not even realising her friend's pain. The sensation passed as Anya turned on her.
"What have you done?" The former demon lowered her boyfriend to the bed, and strode angrily to the redhead. "What did you do to him? This is all your fault."
"I... I didn't do *anything*!" Willow backed up in the face of Anya's wrath and found herself ascending the stairs in the process. "I *didn't*," she insisted. When she saw the look in Anya's eyes that told her she didn't believe her, Willow just turned and fled, tears pouring down her cheeks.
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