Willow sat in the car with Faith. There was this odd silence. Not the kind of quiet you get on first dates. This was more of a roaring silence yelling in their deaf ears.

Faith tried to put on her bad-assy attitude back on. You know she pouted her lips, narrowed her eyes, slouched a little, tried to pretend that every second of quiet didn't take an eternity.

Willow, on the other hand, tried rather hard to stay still. Like Faith was the black bear and Willow was the fat camper who smelled like hot dogs. Willow wondered if Faith knew that she could hear her making faces. The thought made Willow snort a little.

"Noodles?" asked Faith, extending the arm that held the styrofoam cup.

Willow reached out and grabbed a couple of the almost cold noodles. "Thanks."

It took a few seconds for Willow to finish chewing and swallowing, which, of course, was a little loud and made Faith snort,too. "So..." Willow didn't exactly know what to say, so she said the first thing that came to mind. "How was jail?"

Faith could see from the corner of her eyes, Willow dropping her head and blushing a bright red. She smiled a little. "It was lonely."

Willow looked up sheepishly."It's kinda lonely out here."

"Are you hot?"

"What do you mean-" but Faith had already opened her door and stepped out. Through the windshield, Willow could see the slayer walking to the front of the car. Faith looked back with a big toothy smile as she slid on the hood and made herself comfy.

Willow opened her door and followed Faith to the front of the car. She sat sideways, feet hanging off the side, still looking forward. To what, she didn't quite know, but Faith was looking that way.

"I used to look up at the stars all the time in jail."

Willow blushed again. She placed the ramen cup on the hood.

"Relax, Red," Faith leaned back on the windshield and rested her head in her hands. "I'm nothing new."

Willow tried to look a bit more relaxed by slouching. It just made her back ache a little.

"Why you so tense?" she questioned.

Willow tried to assume the same posistion as Faith. "Tense?"

"Yeah, stiff like Buffy." Neither got the pun, but oh well.

Both looked up at the starry night sky. Willow brought down her hands from her head and rested them on her stomach.

"Makes you feel insignificant, don't it?"

"Yeah," answered Willow a little mesmerized by the bright lights.

"Almost like anything down here isn't important. Yup. That's how I got through jail every day."

Willow didn't blush this time.

"That and of course I knew Angel'd be there when, and if, I got out."

Willow looked over at Faith and gave her a I-didn't-know-you-gave-a-ferret-about-what-other-people-think look. It almost looked smug. Willow resumed staring at the stars. "Yeah, he has that affect on people."

"Man, do I miss him."

Both girls laughed.

Willow picked at the noodles she put on the hood, just starting to get cold.

"Red?"

"Mmm...?"

"Save me the soup."

Willow said with a mouth full of noodles, "Wesh Baith."

They sat in silence again. Not the earshattering kind like before. This one was more comforting; the kind you have when you're sedate.

"I used to think they were magic." She pointed to the sky. "The stars."

"Is that why you became all witchy?" questioned Faith.

"Partly... but I don't do magic anymore. At least not the big kind. Last time I did I went evil and almost killed.... everything."

"Who hasn't at one point or another?" Faith replied.

Willow didn't quite know what she meant, but for some reason she found it comforting. She was finished with the noodles, so she handed the cup of soup over to Faith.

Faith gulped it down loudly and let out a burp. "Just keepin' it country, Red." She smiled at Willow.

A whistle interupted their bonding time. It came from the girl on Buffy's porch.

"Will!" the girl yelled. "Buffy wants both your butts in. Pronto!"

"'Kay, Kennedy! Give us a minute!" Willow yelled back. Willow sat up and looked pleadingly at Faith. She was almost sorry Buffy and them had to save the world... again.

"Tell B she can't have my ass!" Faith retorted as she hopped off the car and made her way towards the house, tossing the styrofoam cup onto Buffy's lawn.

Almost sorry.