Willow would never admit it but she felt so at peace with the soothing words of the Tongue or Elizabeth. Unfortunately, this just gave her another reason to like Spike. They had grown very close over the months- fighting evil and saving the day and all. Sometimes he would stop by at night to talk or watch the television.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and noticed Giles staring at her closely. He must have asked her a question or something while she was dazing off. "I'm sorry Giles, what was that?"
Patting on the shoulder a couple times before withdrawing his hand he asked, "Maybe it would be best if you stayed in the guest room at my house. You seem a little dazed. Though I doubt those demons will come after you, they might still try and pick up your sent. The barrier wouldn't keep those things out and it wouldn't be wise to leave you alone- at least for tonight." Stopping he looked in the review mirror and blinked a couple times. "Is it just me or do I sound like and over-protective father who wont let his daughter go to a party?" Blinking a few more times before turning back to her he shrugged at smiled sheepishly at her.
Willow couldn't stifle a giggle as she kissed him on the cheek and got out of the car, Giles doing the same shortly after. "Naw, I know you get worried and it's nice to know someone cares. Besides, I don't feel like staying by myself tonight anyhow." Making her way to the door she glanced nervously about, checking for any signs of movement while Giles searched for his keys. He went through his pockets and checked the car but there was no sign of his keys. "Why don't we get inside, then we'll try to find your keys in the morning." Seeing his hesitant look she added, "I'll put up another barrier around the house. I've seen those demons in one of your house books."
Nodding to her he pounded on the door a couple times and shouted Spike's name. In mid-knock the door swung open to reveal a half-dressed Spike who appeared royally pissed. "Do you have ANY idea what I'm going to do to you if I miss one part of Passions? I'll tell you wh--" Stopping his tirade at Giles he finally noticed Willow standing outside, slightly shivering form the cold. "Red! What brings you to this happy house of death?"
She felt a hand on her shoulder and noticed Giles staring at her closely. He must have asked her a question or something while she was dazing off. "I'm sorry Giles, what was that?"
Patting on the shoulder a couple times before withdrawing his hand he asked, "Maybe it would be best if you stayed in the guest room at my house. You seem a little dazed. Though I doubt those demons will come after you, they might still try and pick up your sent. The barrier wouldn't keep those things out and it wouldn't be wise to leave you alone- at least for tonight." Stopping he looked in the review mirror and blinked a couple times. "Is it just me or do I sound like and over-protective father who wont let his daughter go to a party?" Blinking a few more times before turning back to her he shrugged at smiled sheepishly at her.
Willow couldn't stifle a giggle as she kissed him on the cheek and got out of the car, Giles doing the same shortly after. "Naw, I know you get worried and it's nice to know someone cares. Besides, I don't feel like staying by myself tonight anyhow." Making her way to the door she glanced nervously about, checking for any signs of movement while Giles searched for his keys. He went through his pockets and checked the car but there was no sign of his keys. "Why don't we get inside, then we'll try to find your keys in the morning." Seeing his hesitant look she added, "I'll put up another barrier around the house. I've seen those demons in one of your house books."
Nodding to her he pounded on the door a couple times and shouted Spike's name. In mid-knock the door swung open to reveal a half-dressed Spike who appeared royally pissed. "Do you have ANY idea what I'm going to do to you if I miss one part of Passions? I'll tell you wh--" Stopping his tirade at Giles he finally noticed Willow standing outside, slightly shivering form the cold. "Red! What brings you to this happy house of death?"
