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Willow The Witch

Chapter Six- Whoa

The room was quite as Xander left.
"Well…" Willow sighed. "It's been a long night. Let's all go get some sleep." Her voice shaking slightly.
"I think that's a good idea." Giles nodded slowly in agreement.
"I'm going to go make sure Xander's okay." Anya added, almost running out of the store.

Everyone said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. It was Tuesday, Dawn and Spike's day. The last few months, they had been going out once a week. Movies, mall or what not. This meaning Willow and Tara would have the house to themselves for a few hours.
When they got home, Willow went straight to her bedroom, closely followed by Tara.
Willow sat down on the bed and looked at Tara with sad eyes. "This changes everything." Willow began to cry, a few tears here or there.
"No, it doesn't." Tara sat beside her, trying to comfort her.
"I'm a Slayer! You know, the kind with the vampire's and demons, hell-gods and evil fighting! I've always been the sidekick. It's what I do. I can't do this. I-I'm scared."
Tara put her arms around Willow and made comforting sounds as Willow wept.

Willow opened her eyes to find herself laying in her bed, covered by a light blanket, sunlight shinning through the windows.
She stood up and looked in the mirror. Her face was slightly red from crying, and her hair was messy. But she really didn't care right now.
When she walked into the kitchen she saw Dawn sitting at the island and Tara making pancakes.
"H-hi honey. Want some pancakes?" Tara asked sweetly.
"Sure." Willow sat down by Dawn. She didn't feel to hungry, but remembered she hadn't eaten in over 24 hours. She had been busy yesterday.
"So…" Dawn stopped, unsure of what to say.
"It's okay Dawnie." Willow gave a sad smile to the young girl. "I'm fine with it now. Well, maybe not fine…but as fine as I'm gonna get."
"When do you think you'll start…" Dawn was cut off by Spike. Who was running in the door, a smoking blanket on his head. He threw the blanket off and stomped on the spreading fire. "Morning." He nodded, coming to sit by Dawn.
"Hey." Dawn smiled at him, before returning to Willow. "Anyway, when do you think you'll start training?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought about it. It all just seems to weird. I mean…I don't feel any stronger. How am I supposed to know? I rather not go out and pick a fight with some vamps…just to see."
"You can hit me." Spike got up from his seat by Dawn, walked a few over and sat by Willow.
"What?"
"You can hit me. I'll know. And if you hurt me too bad, I'll just drink it off." He shrugged.
He stood up. She stood up. "I don't know about this…I haven't ever really hit anyone before." She looked at him then at her lowered hand.
"All you have to do is pull your fist back, and hit me. It's not that hard."
Nobody moved for a second, then Willow, very speedily, I may add, pulled back her arm and punched Spike, sending him to the floor, sliding, and ramming into the wall.
Willow's eyes got big, "Whoa."