~Chapter 2~

The Bronze

"Aren't they great?"

Willow was so proud. Oz looked up and saw her shining a mile away.

"Yeah, Will. They are..." Buffy spun in her seat.

"Waiting for Angel again?"

"Mm-hm."

Willow never took her eyes off Oz. He smiled

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The Way Home

"That was a great set."

"Thanks. But I almost lost a finger."

"Diminished ninth?"

"Mm."

They walked up Willow's front steps.

"Ya wanna come in? Maybe coffee?"

"You don't drink coffee, neither do I for that matter."

She raised her eyebrows.

"Ohhhh...gotcha."

She grabbed his hand and led him in and up the stairs.

~~~

Willow layed sleeping. Oz watched her, smiling and carresing her head.

"I love you." he whispered.

"I love you too."

Her eyes flickered open and she leaned over and kissed him.

"Ya know, I've been thinkin."

"Something you always do best."

"Do remember the day after I got shot that one time?"

"Mm...everyday. French Monkeys."

"Yea, well, I think about that too."

Willow chuckled, so like Oz.