Spike walked back into the room Willow forced him out of for a few hours.

The sight that greets his eyes is his fiery haired witch crumpled out on the floor, sobbing.

A deep snarl escapes his lips.

"Pet? Pet, what's wrong?"

Willow's sobs reside, and a deep anger rushes through her veins.

She looks straight up at Spike, and notices him back up a bit.

"Luv? A bit angry, are we?"

Willow takes a deepened breathe, and sends him a confused look.

"Why would you think that, Spike?"

He points soundlessly at her, then at a mirror.

She looks over to it, and gasps slightly.

Her eyes were pitch black.

A look is shot back to Spike.

"Oh,"

She chuckles weakly,

"that."

Spike stares at her, and starts to move to her.

She just stands where she is and watches him.

His pace speeds up, and he is suddenly by her.

He wraps her in a hug, and she starts to cry again.

As she cries, her blackened eyes lighten back to their normal green shade.

She finally calms, and looks up at him, her eyes glassy.

"Thank you."

She kisses him, lightly at first. Then after a bit, she deepens the kiss, and they kiss passionately.

The two finally distangle, both knowing that Willow needed to breathe.

They stand there, in each others arms for what seems to be eternity.