Come as you are, as you were
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend
As an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend
As an old enemy-a
Memory, memory
Memory

Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend
As an old enemy-a
Memory, memory
Memory

After Spike finished dressing her cut, Willow gave Spike a small, but somehow sad smile. God! Spike thought. Her smile is so beautiful. And her eyes...so green and deep.

Willow found herself looking into Spikes eyes. So blue, so endless. I could get lost in them. But lost in a good way.

Spike snapped them out of their little trance.

"So, how 'bout I give you a hand with cleaning this up, and then you can show me the guest room."

"Um..., 'kay" Willow mumbled.

Willow showed Spike to his room, and closed all the curtains in the house.

Spike climbed into the bed. Dru had been going on and on about her "daddy" for months. He was in serious doubt about if he loved her anymore. And then there was Willow...He kept thinking about her. Fleabag didn't know what he gave up. If he hurts her again, I'll stick a railroad spike through his bits, and then I'll drink him dry....Whoa there Spike! Why am I thinking protective thoughts about Willow? Think Drusilla, my dark goddess...but Willow's eyes....

Willow climbed into her bed. Silent tears crept down her face. How could she? My best friend and my boyfriend...She knew how much he meant to me. And Oz....how could they have been so cruel? Why does everyone choose someone else over me? Xander, Oz. They both wanted Buffy, not me. What's wrong with me? Willow let out a sob.

Spike heard, and walked down the landing. He knocked on the door, and entered Willow's room. He walked to her bed and held her.

"Why doesn't he want me?" Willow asked looking up at him with tearful eyes. "What's wrong with me? I know I'm not beautiful like Buffy, or popular like Cordelia. I'm nothing. Just research gal."

Spike looked her in the eye. "Don't you ever say that. You are smart; you are much prettier than the slayer. I mean, her look will become ugly in five years. You will always be beautiful."

Willow was touched. "Thank you." She said softly.

As Spike stood up to go, Willow put a hand on his shoulder.

"Stay. Please." Spike turned around and wrapped his arms around Willow. He waited until she fell asleep. Only then did he close his eyes.