"Who are you?" Kennedy asked, agitation growing in her voice.

"I'm Oz. You must be Kennedy."

"Nice…abdomen," Kennedy said and then turned her attentions to Willow.

"What are you doing here?" Willow asked, reality beginning to return.

"I was kind of gonna ask you the same question."

"Oh, um…he showed up the other- Are you staying?" Her voice contained a slight hint of excitement.

"Not anymore." She turned around and walked out the door. Willow followed as Oz stood uncomfortably.

"Kennedy wait, please. This isn't what it looks like. Please, stop."

Kennedy spun around.

"What? You weren't just in there with some guy?" She turned to away, but stopped, not turning around as she spoke. "Oz, huh? As in your ex-boyfriend Oz?"

"Yeah, he came and he was sleeping on the couch. He was just-"

"Just don't. God, Willow. It's bad enough I couldn't live up to your ex-girlfriend, but your ex-boyfriend." She laughed, sadly. "I am really stupid. Why any person would listen to Faith is beyond me and I did. A tiny part of me actually believed you loved me."

"Kennedy, look at me."
Kennedy turned around and her face was stained with tears.

"What? What do you want?"

There was no emotion in her voice and the only thing on her face was tears.

"You're crying." Willow reached out to wipe the tears away.

Kennedy flinched and pulled back. "Just stay away from me."

She cried more at what she was saying then the sudden betrayal she had witnessed. Then, she turned and walked down the stairs at the end of the hall.

Willow backed into the wall, shocked. She lowered herself to the ground and covered her face. The tears didn't come right away, not until the realization of what Kennedy said hit her.

Never see her again? How could she do that? Her breath caught in her throat. She thought, for a second, that her heart had stopped beating.

She didn't know how long she had been in the hallway crying when Oz came out into the hall, now fully clothed.

"Willow, what happened?"

"Kennedy thought that you and I were- She said she never wanted to see me again."

Oz said nothing; he just sat there and comforted her as she cried.

Kennedy made it only to the second floor, before everyone of her emotions just exploded. She stopped waking and sunk down to her knees. She was still crying, but it was magnified by her anger and jealous, jealousy for Oz because he got to have her.

She wanted to scream, but all that came out was more crying. It felt like every part of her body hurt. It wasn't just an emotional pain, but a physical one too. She wanted Willow and missed her. She just wanted to hold her and-

Now of it mattered anymore. She had proven that Willow didn't want her back, didn't love her. What was she going to do now, now that it was really true? How was she going to do it?

Then, as if she had cried all her tears away, she stopped. She wiped her tears away with her sleeve and sat there, just staring into space. Her breathing was labored and her head was throbbing. Her eyes burned and her chest pounded, but she stood up and walked out of the building.

It had been an hour and half since her encounter with Willow. She had decided to go stay at Faith's place. Faith had given her a key and Robin was in New York, so she would have the place all to herself.

It was a nice place. Kennedy had been here tons of times and always assumed that Robin was the reason for that. It had one bedroom, like Willow and her apartment had had. It had a tiny bathroom, done up in some kind of "day at the beach" wallpaper. The living room had some kind of burgundy wallpaper and the sofa was black leather. The thought of Faith and Robin screwing on it made Kennedy refrain from sitting on it. She usually sat in one of the chairs.

She had been sitting in the smaller of the two chairs since she got there. The television was tuned into some talk show. She had been in Cleveland for weeks and had grown accustomed to American channels, so it took some getting used to. She wasn't really watching what was on. She just sat there staring into space, just staring. No thoughts entered her brain. No pain, or tears, or blind rage, just nothing.

She was pretty sure she had heard the phone ring or maybe it was the door, but she didn't get up she just sat there.

Oz had taken Willow into her room and laid her down. He left her alone after that. As much as he wished he could, he knew there was nothing he could do to help. He just went out and turned on the television.

Willow could hear it through the closed door. She didn't what it was, but she could hear it. She wasn't crying anymore; she was just lying there. The room was nearly pitch-black and a little cold. She wasn't covered up and didn't feel like moving.

All she thought about was Kennedy. That was it, just Kennedy. She soon was asleep and reminiscing.

Willow woke up kind of hazy after the previous night's love making. The sun was barely up, making it relatively dark. The window was open and she could feel the breeze outside. She loved that feeling. That comfy, barely- able- to- move feeling that came over her most mornings.

She rolled over expecting to see Kennedy sprawled out all over the place, but she didn't. She saw the clock on the Slayer's nightstand and it read 7:01. Willow groaned and looked around the room.

The curtains were rising and falling with the breeze and there were clothes all over the floor. Willow's jeans, Kennedy's Nike button-down pants, her tank-top, both of their undergarments, and Kennedy's sweatshirt. She grinned at the idea of Kennedy running around without her pajamas.

Willow laid there for a time and then sat up slowly. She yawned and stretched and ran her hands through her red-hair. Then, she got out of bed and put on her undergarments and Kennedy's pajamas.

As she walked out into the living room she smelled coffee and bacon. Then, low and behold, there sat Kennedy at the kitchen counter.

"Hey, babe," she greeted rather cheerfully.

"Hi." Willow replied, confused. "Kennedy, dear, what in the world is this?"

"This is breakfast."

"Who made it?" She walked over to the stove and looked at the contents in the pans.

"I did."

"But, babe, you don't cook."

"No, not usually. I got up this morning and I just felt like making breakfast." She stood up and took her empty plate over to the sink. "So, sit. Eat. I have to go by Faith's and get her so we can find that demon."

She kissed her, smiled and then grabbed her coat and left.

"Weird."

"Willow!" Kennedy gasped as the orgasm left her. She collapsed onto Willow and tried to control her breathing. She inhaled sharply.

"That was um…nice." Willow added, breathless herself.

"Nice. Yeah, yeah…I'd go with nice." She rolled over to try to cool down. She felt like she was on fire.

Willow rolled over onto her side to face Kennedy. "Are you okay?"

"Just a little aroused."

"Still?"

"I just. I need to um…calm-calm down." Kennedy rolled over too. "We are just a little too good at that."

"Agreed."

They finally settled down enough to let that calm feeling set in.

"Now I'm kind of tired."

"Yes, very tired."

Willow cuddled into Kennedy and yawned.

Willow began to sweat and her body began to tingle with each penetrating thrust. She started to writhe and pant. She began to pant louder until she came with one loud cry.

"Kennedy!"

"Kennedy!"

She sat up in a cold sweat. One of those dreams usually made her happy, very happy. Not this one. It just made her feel empty, sad, and lonely.

She lay back down and curdled into the fetal position. Then the tears came and didn't cease for the rest of the night.

She looked at the clock when she awoke. 2:47. She rubbed her head. It was still throbbing.

She groaned and started to walk to the kitchen. Before she made it there was a tap at the door. Kennedy went and opened it.

"Buffy?"

"Hey, Ken. Can we talk?"

"It's three in the morning."

"I know, but I got a call from Faith saying you finally caved. I figured I'd stop by." She walked past Kennedy into the apartment.

"Please, come in."

"Don't be a smart ass I have to tell you something."

"What?"

"Maybe you should sit down."

"Goody, more fun to tonight. What is it?"

"Faith, didn't just call to tell me that you were here, but also told me about the situation in Cleveland. I think I should go and help them, so you can-"

"No."

"No?"

"No, I won't sit it out. It's my fight. Not yours. Quite frankly it's none of your business."

"I just thought you would want to be with Willow."

"Yeah, well maybe you should have looked at who she's doing. It's certainly not me. Now if you don't mind. I have an apocalypse to get back too."

She walked over to the door and opened it. Buffy looked at her.

"Willow, does love you and you're a moron for not believing it and you're an even bigger moron for letting her go."

"Gee, that made me feel better."

"I wasn't trying to soothe you. I was trying to help Willow's pain."

"Great, but I think she'd rather have Oz do it."

"You are such a spoiled-"

The phone rang making both Slayers jump. Kennedy sighed and walked over to the phone.

"Hello…yeah, Faith, hey…yeah, Buffy's here…no…okay, tell me…what do you mean? Is he okay?... yeah, okay bye." She hung up the phone.

"What did she want? Is everything alright?" Buffy asked.

"No, Cedric's dead."

End Note: I had things to seperate seperate events, but the website doesn't allow them. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter.