A/N: With everything going on I have to write in shifts, causing things to be kind of dull. So be kind of easy. Or better yet tell me. So basically disregard this note.

The lines on the road passed quicker than normal to Willow. She was speeding, but it didn't matter. She had to stop her. She couldn't let her go, not without her knowing.

The car stopped in front of the apartment building and Willow grabbed her keys and jumped out. She got to the third floor and to her apartment door. She twisted the knob, but it was locked. She found the key on her key ring and shoved it in the lock. The door swung open and she was half expecting to find Kennedy sitting on the sofa, but she wasn't there.

She walked through the other rooms of their tiny apartment, last room being the bedroom. She opened the dresser drawers and all of Kennedy's clothes we're gone. She stared into the half empty drawer. The realization that she was gone came. She backed up into the bed and started to sob. How could she let things get so messed up? Why couldn't she just tell her? Tell her that she...

The thought crept into Willow's brain and stuck. She did love her, so why couldn't she tell her? The crying didn't stop until Willow fell asleep.

The next morning the sun woke her up. It peeked through the curtains that hung on the windows. Willow yawned and got up out of the made bed. She looked down at her body and realized she was fully clothed. The suddenly the memories of what happened the night before came flooding back. She wanted to bawl. She sucked it up, just barely, and descended to the bathroom.

As she peered into the mirror, she noticed her eyes were blood-shot and her face was blotchy. She looked away from the mirror and towards the shower. She turned the water on and it spurted out from the showerhead, steam as well. She removed her clothing and stepped into the shower. The water was hot, but soothing.

The soothing lasted just seconds; she missed her girlfriend. She just wanted her to come home. The thoughts of how she left haunted Willow. She couldn't figure out why she couldn't say what she felt. Moments of contemplating this lead into memories of Kennedy and things they had been through.

Memories of their first date, the same date that ended in them kissing. The first time Kennedy hit on her. She was so different from Tara or even herself. She was so strong and confident. Even when she was being a brat, Willow still loved her. That thought was all it took to make her cry again.

Willow wasn't sure how long she had been standing the shower crying when she got out. It was long enough to let the water go cold. She stepped out and dried off. She wrapped her robe around her and walked into her bedroom. The drawers were still half empty. Willow walked over to the dresser and there sitting on top was Kennedy's necklace. She picked it up and tears streamed down her face. She then put it on and got dressed.

When she arrived at the Council everyone was already there. Dawn and Buffy were sitting at one of the tables. Xander wasn't there, but Robin and Faith were. They were over by the weapons chest, messing with the weapons. Giles was in his office on the phone. Buffy was the first to come over to her.

"Hey, Will." She said it nearly in a whisper.

"Hi."

"Giles told us Kennedy went to Cleveland. When are you going?"

"I'm not." Willow walked passed Buffy and over to her computer, which was located in the corner.

"What do you mean you're not? Don't you wanna go see her?"

"More then anything. It's just I can't. I-I- God, everything is so screwed up." She began to cry quietly.

"Will, hey. What happened last night?"

"She told me she loved me."

"Um...I think leaving is a strange way of showing it."

"I didn't say it back. I don't know why I can't just tell her."

"So let me get this straight. You didn't tell her you love her, so she left?"

"Yes. She really believes I don't love her." She stopped crying.

"So go tell her you love her. Get on a plane, fly to Cleveland and tell her you love her."

"I can't do that." She gets up and begins to walk into the training room.

"Hey, Red. How you doin'?" Faith asked looking up from the weapons.

"Fantastic." She entered the training room.

"Willow, wait a second." Buffy got up and followed Willow.

Now in the training room, Willow sat down on the end of a bench press. Buffy sat down in front of her.

"She left last night because of something I did. What if now that she thinks she knows what I feel she doesn't want me? I don't think I could handle Kennedy not wanting me, not looking at me like I'm the most important thing in the world. Not-" She stopped. She was almost crying.

"Oh, Will. I don't think that could ever happen."

"Really? Riley?"

"What about Riley?"

"He was madly in love with you and you didn't realize you loved him until it was too late. Then, he went away and didn't come back until her was happily married."

"Yeah, but Willow that was over an extended period, not over night."

"I just think I should give her some space."

"Okay, is there anything I can do for you?

"No, I just want to be alone. Thanks though."

"If you do need anything I'm here and remember I love you."

"I know."

Buffy smiled and then left. Willow sat silent, remembering.

The sun was beginning to rise. Kennedy and Willow lay there facing each other.

They were naked and entangled in sheets.

"We should get up." Willow said, whispering.

"Nope, I don't want to. Can we just lay here for awhile?" She continued tracing circles on Willow's back.

"We have been laying here. If I don't get in the shower I'm gonna smell like hot lesbian sex all day and I really don't think that would be fair to the others." She leaned forward slightly and kissed Kennedy, The kiss lingered for a little and then Willow pulled away. She tried to get out of the bed, but Kennedy stopped her. She pulled her into another kiss; this one was even more passionate then the first.

Kennedy pulled away. "Please, stay with me for awhile."

"Sorry, can't. You better get up too. You have to go with Faith today." Willow lowered her head and a sudden sadness over came her.

"Baby, what's wrong?" She sat up.

"Nothing. It's just what if something happens? What if you don't come back? How are you suppose to be my kite string if your-"

Kennedy cut her off with her lips then pulled away. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You don't know that. I mean you could go and the Bringers could just-"

"Stop, I swear to you I am not going anywhere." She kissed her again. "Especially after last night." She gave Willow a little smile that made her laugh. "Now go take a shower, you smell like me."

"You smell good, though."

"According to you."

Willow laughed. Then she got out of bed and pulled a t-shirt over her head. Kennedy watched the whole time, taking in every curve. Willow blushed slightly at her audience.

"Why do you do that?"

"What?" Kennedy asked, snapping out of her trance.

"Stare at me."

"Because you're sexy." She crawled across the bed and kissed Willow again. She pulled away and got a dirty, little grin on her face.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Maybe I could join you in your showering."

"Maybe." She grabbed Kennedy's hand and began to lead her along with her. Kennedy grabbed the sheet to hide her nakedness.

Willow was now laying on the bench press. Xander walked in, just as the memories began to start flooding back.

"What's up, Will?"

"My girlfriend left me, I think all feeling has left me body, and...I'm kinda sweaty."

"As long as it's nothing to severe. Hey wait. What do you mean Kennedy left?" Willow sat up.

"I'm stupid and she left."

"That doesn't give me the skinny, Will."

"I couldn't tell her how I felt. She took it as a bad thing. I guess it kind of is." She felt teary again. "God, I'm so stupid."

"She left? I thought she would have talked about it more."

"More about what?"

"Last night I was here, desperately trying to get away from Andrew and Kennedy was in here. She was beating the crap out of the punching bag. She was upset and I talked to her."

"When did she- What did she say to you?"

"She said that you wanted to go to Cleveland. She said that you didn't love her and that she wasn't good enough for her because she wasn't..."

"Tara. Damn it! I can't believe she thinks I don't love her because of Tara."

"Has that always been a problem?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. Not for me. What am I saying? It was a huge part, at least in the beginning. I guess she still believes it."

"Just call her or-"

"No."

"No?"

"She obviously wanted to get away from me. Get away from whatever it is she was feeling." She paused for a moment to take that in. "I can't do this. I just- I can't." She started to cry. Xander pulled her into a hug. "They all leave."

"Who?"

"Everyone I love. They all leave."

"Not everyone who loves you."

Willow pulled back slightly and smiled at him through her tears. "The ones I love...romantically."

"We made out a couple of times."

"That was because of the formal wear."

"Nah uh."

"Yeah huh." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Either way it was fun." He looked at her. She was still crying a little. "Wanna do it again?"

Willow smacked him in the stomach. "'Cause it ended so well last time."

"Not my fault they didn't knock."

"Sure, it was their fault we were in a basement making out."

"It was. The dirty bastards should have knocked."

She smiled at his pitiful, but heartfelt attempt to cheer her up. The comment did momentarily, but it faded. Everything that had happen just seemed surreal; it all happened so fast. She just needed to be alone to clear her head. "Thanks, Xander. I just think I need to go lay down and maybe bawl for like a year."

"Well whatever works." He kissed her head. "If you need anything."

"Yeah, I know."

When she got home she went straight to the couch. She laid down and switched on the TV. She didn't catch much of whatever was because she fell asleep.

"I like it." Willow said, looking into the empty space that they would be living in. She looked at Kennedy for acknowledgement. All she got was Kennedy staring at her with a huge grin on her face. "What?"

"Nothing." She kept staring.

"No come on, what?"

"You are really hot."

Willow blushed. "Okay."

"I'm just excited."

"It's the middle of the day."

"Not that kind of excited. Although..." She pinned Willow's arms against the wall beside her head. She began to kiss her. Willow pulled her arms away and brought them up Kennedy's sides.

Willow, breaking the kiss, "We don't have a bed."

"Don't need one." Kennedy pulled Willow to the floor.

Willow, still asleep on the sofa, rolled over and smiled at the pleasant memory.

Kennedy was sitting on the sofa eating a bowl of cereal and watching TV. Willow came in and cuddled up next to her.

"Hi ya. Why are you up?" Kennedy asked, kissing her on the head.

"Me and Giles have a thing today."

"A thing, huh? Sounds thrilling."

"Yeah, only in the boring sense."

Kennedy laughed and sat her bowl down on the coffee table. "Well I can't imagine much of the stuff you two do is too exciting."

"You're not wrong. So, what are you doing today?"

"Training Slayers, doing laundry, and hey probably cleaning the bathroom." Willow giggled. "What are you giggling about?""

"I like you bein' all domestic. It's kinda sexy."

"Really? Maybe I could an apron. Oh, oh. How about some rubber gloves? Then not only can I be domestic, we can also play doctor."

"Kinky."

They laughed.

Willow and Kennedy were walking home, holding hands.

"What happened yesterday?" Willow asked.

"Faith and Robin had a fight."

"Wow. They really are a couple now."

"Do you remember our first fight?"

"Yes, I sucked the life out of you."

"I mostly liked the making up part. I didn't think you would ever feel me up."

"Hey."

"What? I didn't think you knew I had breasts."

"Oh, I knew." Kennedy looked at her shocked. "Stop looking at me like that."

"You knew, so why didn't you get with the groping?"

"I was scared. I wanted you and it scared me. Not just the sex part, but also I didn't think I was allowed to be...knowing anyone."

"Gotcha, but thrust me you more than made up for it."

"You weren't so bad your-"

She was cut off. A vampire growled and jumped up behind them.

Willow woke up from her startling dream. She stayed on the couch and stared at the ceiling. She pulled Kennedy's necklace out from under her shirt. She just laid there staring at it.

Willow eventually got up from the sofa and headed for the kitchen. Her stomach was growling and she was sort of nauseous. She figured food would help.

In the freezer she found some kind of microwaveable rice bowl. She removed the covering and opened the microwave door. There in the microwave was a bowl; a bowl of Chinese food.

That was enough. Willow wasn't going to live missing another of her lovers. It was time she stepped up and went and got Kennedy. She grabbed her coat and opened the front door. Standing there in the doorway, arm up like he was going to knock.

"Oz."