DC: I do not own Buffy and Co. They belong to Joss Whedon, who won't let me borrow Spike for reasons to be undisclosed. (HEHEHEHEHEHEHE)

Chapter Two: Willow.

AN: Just so you know, they're together. Willow actually managed to keep outta majick for a week and they worked their problems out.

Song: All Over You, Live, album THROWING COPPER

The last notes of a song faded away and another started in its stead. Willow's face perked up at the sound of a song she enjoyed. She stood up and went to the deejay for the michrophone.

"Our love is like water

Pinned down and abused for being strange

Our love is no other

Than me alone

For me all day

Our love is like water

Pinned down and abused

All over you, all over me

The sun, the fields, the sky

I've often tried to hold the sea

The sun, the fields, the tide

Pay me now, lay me down

Our love is like water

Pinned down and abused for being strange

Our love is no other, than me alone

For me all day

Our love is like angels

Pinned down and abused

All over you, all over me

The sun, the fields, the sky

I have often tried to hold the sea

The sun, the fields, the tide

Pay me now, lay me down

Pay me now, pay me now

Lay me down, lay me down, lay me down

All over you, all over me, yeah

Pay me now, lay me down, down

Pay me now, pay me now

Lay me down, lay me down, lay...

Our love is like water

Pinned down and abused for being strange

Our love is, no other, than me alone, hey, hey, hey

All over you, all over me

The sun, the fields, the sky

I have often tried to hold the sea

The sun, the fields, the tide

Pay me now, lay me down, down

Pay me now, pay me now

Lay me down, lay me down, lay..."

Willow stepped off the dance floor, trudging past the couples of demons and humans alike, who were tripping over each other's feet. Tara walked to a punch table and left Willow standing at their table.

"I'll be right back," Willow told Buffy, who was engrossed in a conversation with Xander. Willow walked to the back of the room to the bathroom, running into a familiar stranger.

"Giles, my God! What're you doing here?" she asked, a surprised look on her face. The thirty-something librarian removed his glasses and wiped them vigorously with a handkerchief.

"I wanted to surprise you all, but I couldn't get an earlier flight out. Besides, I have to mind the store while Xander and Anya are on their... vacation," he said, not managing to say "honeymoon."

Just then, Buffy came towards them.

"Giles!" she screamed, jubilantly, wrapping her arms around his neck, wrinkling his suit collar.

"I'm finding you well, I presume?"

"Just the best," Buffy said, linking arms with him, leading him to their table.