Note to Satan'sslut-I only did that coz I wanted to see what other people thought of my writing. If someone hated it I could improve it and re-post it. I was not trying to be off putting. And it was not blackmailing! (At least in my warped mind)- Set season 3, but Spike is still in Sunny-hell, forgot to put it in my summary! Bad memory......

Today I am dirty • I want to be pretty • Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt • We are the nobodies • we wanna be somebodies • when we're dead, • they'll know just who we are • Yesterday I was dirty • wanted to be pretty • I know now that I'm forever dirt • We are the nobodies • we wanna be somebodies • when we're dead, • they'll know just who we are • Some children died the other day • we fed machines and then we prayed • puked up and down in morbid faith • you should have seen the ratings that day...

Willow stared at Spike.

"Why? Why should I? So you'll laugh, jump off the balcony, and walk off into the night, duster billowing behind you like you're, you're, in s-some kind of movie? Well, no. I-if you won't kill me, I'll just have to do it myself." Willow put on her "resolve" face.

Spike again raised an eyebrow. "Look, pet, if I kill you, which don't get me wrong, I am very tempted to do, it won't be fair. The only time I'd actually kill one of you "Slayerettes", is if Slutty's there, or if it's in my interest."

Willow looked puzzled. "You're a vampire. It's always in your interest."

"Yeah, but not right now, so spill."

She sighed. "I went to the library early. Oz a-and Buffy were kissing. Sh-she s-said "W-what a-about Willow, geek-the-girlfriend", and Oz smiled and said "Willow, who?"" Willow was sobbing by the time she had finished. Spike put his arm around her and murmured words of comfort, while tears fell on his leather duster.

Willow sniffed. "Thank you, f-for being nice to me." Spike smiled

"Anytime, pet. Oz doesn't know what he's lost." Willow stood up and invited Spike in.

Willow wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her sweater. "It will be morning soon, and there's not enough time for you to go home."

Spike laughed. "I thought you would like the thought of me being dust!"

Willow shook her head vehemently. "No, not when you've been nice, and comforting, and...stuff."

"Where will I sleep?"

"In the guest bedroom. It's all made up already, so it'll be no trouble." Willow began to try to clear away the glass from her broken mirror.

"Ouch!" she gasped. She had cut her arm deeply, and it had begun to bleed.

"Here let me get that for you." Spike said, concerned. He walked into the bathroom and found dressings and anti-septic spray. He took her arm gently and wiped away some of the blood.

"This may sting a little." He sprayed some anti-septic, and tenderly began to dress the cut.

Hey! What did you think! Please review. Yes it is a Willow-Spike story