A/N: Yay! Another chapter! This one was especially fun to write, so I hope it's fun to read as well!

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Oz watched Willow, something he seemed to be doing quite often lately. She had finally been well enough to move around, and she was bustling about the kitchen, having insisted on fixing herself lunch. He half-smiled at her. He was so glad she was better. He knew that she would probably move on to some one other than him, and as much as it pained him to think of her loving some one that wasn't him, he knew it would make her happy. And that was all he really wanted… right? At this point, he really didn't know what he wanted.

He got up and went into the kitchen, where Willow was preparing herself quite a feast including waffles, bagels and cream cheese, pudding, a bowl of strawberry Jell-O, a box of crackers, and a can of cheese whiz. He smiled.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Very," Willow answered, cheerfully gathering spoons, forks, and plates. "Want some?"

Oz nodded in acceptance and Willow smiled at him. He went around the counter to help her. She held the Jell-O in one hand while standing on her tip-toes, stretching and twisting to reach for another plate. Suddenly she winced and jumped back, holding the side with the fractured rib. He rushed over to her, concerned.

"Why don't you go sit down? I'll finish," Oz suggested, attempting to take the bowl of Jell-O.

"No!" Willow said stubbornly, jerking the bowl back. It flew out of her grasp and smashed onto the floor, shattering and sending Jell-O flying everywhere, including their legs. Willow looked up at him, her mouth open. "Oh, now you've done it!" she yelled. And before Oz had a chance to respond, Willow had started laughing, grabbing the cheese whiz, waving it threateningly. "Ooh, what now?!"

Oz faked fear, as Willow began a merciless attack on him with cheese whiz. He dodged a jet of the orange slime and lunged at the counter, laughing as he grabbed the bowl of thick chocolate pudding. He turned around just in time to get a face full of cheese whiz. In retaliation, he dunked his hand into the pudding and flung a handful at her, splattering the front of her shirt. She squealed and ducked behind the other side of the counter, spraying him with the cheese all the way.

"Oh no you don't!" Oz shouted, feeling like it was the good old days. He rounded the counter and was about to launch another pudding attack when Willow ambushed him with a stick of butter from the waffles, mashing it into his hair. Both of them now laughing hysterically, he turned the bowl of pudding over above her head and she gasped.

"Ooh, it's coooooold!" she screamed. She grabbed the cream cheese and smeared a handful down each side of his face. Oz darted to the other side of the kitchen, opened the pantry, and grabbed a bag of mini-marshmallows. He ripped it open and started tossing fistfuls at her, which stuck to the pudding and made her look like a giant s'more. They laughed even harder. Willow picked up a bottle of ketchup and was just squirting Oz with it when Giles walked it.

"What are you two do-?" Giles was cut off when Willow spun around, accidentally dousing him in ketchup. She dropped the bottle and Oz laid down the bag of marshmallows. Both of them tried and failed to look innocent while covered in assorted condiments and foodstuffs as Giles slowly took of his glasses. He wiped the ketchup off of them on the tail of his shirt, looking shocked. "Buffy will have you hide for this one, she will," Giles told them, finally replacing his glasses and looking over the now filthy room. Willow and Oz exchanged guilty glances. Giles merely laughed and left the room.

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Willow and Oz collapsed on the couch, after having cleaned the entire kitchen from top to bottom. Oz grinned inwardly, loving that he and Willow still had the great chemistry they had always had. If only she loved him back…

Willow wondered exactly what her emotions toward Oz were. He had saved her life, this time not being the first. She knew that she still cared for him very much, but she didn't know how much. She felt like if she let herself fall back into love with Oz, she would somehow be betraying Tara. She closed her eyes and sighed. The thought of Tara, which had once brought her so my joy, now brought her so much pain. She felt like there was this huge void inside of her, but she couldn't quite figure out how to fill it.

What had happened today with Oz had given her a little glimpse of what used to be. And she had loved it. But was that really what she was looking for?

Willow's thoughts were interrupted when Xander came through the door.

"I got nothing," Xander informed them before they could ask.

"Where's Anya?" Willow asked.

"I don't really know. I think she went on some kind of crazy bitchy vengeance trip," Xander replied.

"Hm. That's always fun," Oz remarked, groaning as he got to his feet. "Guess we're up." He extending a hand and helped Willow up from the sofa.

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Buffy hung up the phone and put her head in her hands. She didn't know where she was going to find the money to repair the bathroom. Damn it, Spike! she thought. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to be mad at him for long, but she refused to let herself accept that it was because she really did care about him.

"Any luck?" Giles asked, entering Buffy's bedroom.

"Sort of," Buffy responded, looking up at him. "I know how much I need to pay. Now it's just a matter of deciding which bank to rob!" she said with mock cheeriness.

"I'll fix it," said a voice from around the corner. They both looked up as Spike entered the room. "Guess who's back."

Buffy found herself oddly relieved that Spike was safe and sane. She gave herself a mental slap and crossed the room to where he stood. He smirked at her, and she glared in response.

"You!" she yelled.

"Me," Spike answered coolly.

"You destroyed my bathroom!" Buffy shrieked, her voice rising in rage.

"I was out of my mind," he answered in a tone of antagonizing calm.

"Yes, I believe I'll let you two handle this one," Giles said, quickly excusing himself.

"You'd better hope being a smartass pays well, because I'm not paying to fix that bathroom," she screamed, pointing at him.

"I said I'd fix it, pet," he reminded her. She looked a bit flustered.

"Right, well… you'd better!" she said lamely, storming out of the room. Spike grinned after her.

"Just like the good old days…" he murmured to himself.

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A/N: I wuff woz, and spuffy is spiffy!