An hour later, Willow is sitting in her room, staring at the phone numbly.
-I wish that I could talk to Oz or.....Spike?-
As if the phone picked up on her thoughts, it rings.
She watches it cautiously, then picks it up.
"Hello?"
Oz's relieved voice fills the air space.
"Willow. You're safe."
She smiles, Oz always cared about her.
"Yep. Listen, Oz, i'm sorry I took off. I had a temporary meltdown, I had to get a vacation."
Silence.
Then....
"Ah. Well, you're safe, so it's okay."
She smiles with relief.
"Can I meet you tonight, maybe, to talk?"
His regretful reply is spoken.
"Got a gig."
She sighs softly.
"Alright, then tomorrow?"
Pause.
"Yep."
Willow hangs up the phone, and tears start rolling again, but she mentally kicks herself.
-No! I wont be a crybaby."
She shakes her head emphatically.
"I'll go see Spike."
She marches downstairs and out the door, proud to be so rebellious.
-It's only against myself.-
She finds his crypt, and after a moments hesitation, passes over the threshold.
"Spike?"
She calls out for him, wondering if this was such a great idea.
A lazy voice cuts through the silence as she waits.
"So, Pet. Decided you couldnt resist the Big Bad?"
Willow pastes what she hopes is a cocky expression on her face as she turns.
"Oh, Spike. I could easily resist your manly charms. Or...vampiric charms. I just chose to walk down here to alleviate my boredom."
He masks the surprise that spouts up.
"Now you're all cock of the walk. What, did you screw around with the darkhaired dit again?"
Despite that she feels like crying, Willow raises an eyebrow at him.
"Xander? No. We were caught. Cordelia got a spike up her side."
She tries to keep her voice emotionless, and more or less, she succeeds.
Spike changes the tune quickly, things were getting a tad friendly.
"I dont have time for a brokenhearted witch now. What did you want, Pet?"
Willow pauses, and she lets her coldhearded act up.
"I want you to teach me to fight."
"That all, Pet?"
"Yeah. I dont need Buffy to defend me."
"Luv, what makes you think I have time for you?"
Spike watches her carefully for her reaction.
She smirks with a cockiness she doesnt feel.
"I had to save you from Buffy for a reason. This is it."
Spike raises an eyebrow.
"So, you want to learn to fight. Pet, you've come to the wrong vampire. I'd be too rough on you to handle."
Willow feels a flare of anger pass through her.
"What makes you think I cant handle it? I can do it. Try me."
"Have it your way, Red. Dont say I didnt warn you."
Spike lunges for her.
-I wish that I could talk to Oz or.....Spike?-
As if the phone picked up on her thoughts, it rings.
She watches it cautiously, then picks it up.
"Hello?"
Oz's relieved voice fills the air space.
"Willow. You're safe."
She smiles, Oz always cared about her.
"Yep. Listen, Oz, i'm sorry I took off. I had a temporary meltdown, I had to get a vacation."
Silence.
Then....
"Ah. Well, you're safe, so it's okay."
She smiles with relief.
"Can I meet you tonight, maybe, to talk?"
His regretful reply is spoken.
"Got a gig."
She sighs softly.
"Alright, then tomorrow?"
Pause.
"Yep."
Willow hangs up the phone, and tears start rolling again, but she mentally kicks herself.
-No! I wont be a crybaby."
She shakes her head emphatically.
"I'll go see Spike."
She marches downstairs and out the door, proud to be so rebellious.
-It's only against myself.-
She finds his crypt, and after a moments hesitation, passes over the threshold.
"Spike?"
She calls out for him, wondering if this was such a great idea.
A lazy voice cuts through the silence as she waits.
"So, Pet. Decided you couldnt resist the Big Bad?"
Willow pastes what she hopes is a cocky expression on her face as she turns.
"Oh, Spike. I could easily resist your manly charms. Or...vampiric charms. I just chose to walk down here to alleviate my boredom."
He masks the surprise that spouts up.
"Now you're all cock of the walk. What, did you screw around with the darkhaired dit again?"
Despite that she feels like crying, Willow raises an eyebrow at him.
"Xander? No. We were caught. Cordelia got a spike up her side."
She tries to keep her voice emotionless, and more or less, she succeeds.
Spike changes the tune quickly, things were getting a tad friendly.
"I dont have time for a brokenhearted witch now. What did you want, Pet?"
Willow pauses, and she lets her coldhearded act up.
"I want you to teach me to fight."
"That all, Pet?"
"Yeah. I dont need Buffy to defend me."
"Luv, what makes you think I have time for you?"
Spike watches her carefully for her reaction.
She smirks with a cockiness she doesnt feel.
"I had to save you from Buffy for a reason. This is it."
Spike raises an eyebrow.
"So, you want to learn to fight. Pet, you've come to the wrong vampire. I'd be too rough on you to handle."
Willow feels a flare of anger pass through her.
"What makes you think I cant handle it? I can do it. Try me."
"Have it your way, Red. Dont say I didnt warn you."
Spike lunges for her.