Sorry People! I got busy and distracted, then busy again...then distracted...then busy...then hungry.
Disclaimer: I own Buffy, and all the Buffy Crew! I and Spike are getting married, and the person who marries us will be a leprechaun dressed up as Elvis...sigh. I lied to you. I'm a bad person. I don't own B: TVS. But I do own this nifty stapler! It staples things! I lied again. I don't even own that.
AN: CHARACTER THOUGHTS ARE IN . CAUSE THE OTHER ONES WENT DODGYFIED/
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Willow sighed for what felt like the millionth time. She had promised Spike that she'd drop 'round the crypt to talk. About Buffy. Again. That was all he wanted to talk about now. God, I need a life!
Willow knew she'd still go though. In a heartbeat.
She lay down on her bed, surrounded by cushions and fluffy toys from her pre-Buffy days. How things have changed. It used to be us, the three stooges, me, Xander and Jesse. Now...it's so different. I wonder what my life would have been like without Buffy...Hold up! We all know the answer to that one. Leather, and skankyness!. Willow's mind spun with visions of her alternate self, the music playing softly swirling in with her thoughts. And I hope I never see the ocean again. Pushing and pulling at me, 'till I go deeper and deeper in. 'Till I'm so far from my shore, so far from what I came here for. I let you drown; let you surround me in your din. Then I learned how to swim...
BRRRRIIIING! BRRRRIIING! The shrill ringing of her bedside telephone brought Willow from her musings.
"Hello?"
"Heya, Red. Could you make it round any earlier? I'm bored, and my telly's broke."
" Sure. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes. I just gotta change."
"Well hurry up. See you."
"Bye"
Willow hung up. Spike just clicks his fingers, and I'm silly enough to jump. Damn male-shaped...person!
Willow tentatively knocked on the door to Spike's crypt.
"Come in"
"Hey Spike."
"Hey there Red. Do you know if Buffy is patrolling tonight?" the British vampire asked
Oh boy. This is going to be a long afternoon
5 hours later...
"So then, Buffy said to me 'Oh Spike, good work on that Kirkstoff demon last night'. Isn't that great? She's starting to appreciate me more. She's this close, this close, to letting me love her."
Willow had had it up to her neck. In all the five hours she had been with Spike, not once had he asked her about herself. Not even a "how are you". It was all about Buffy. If I hear that name one more time, I'm gonna vomit.
"And then she said-"
"Spike!" Willow cut him off. "Do you realise that I've been here for five hours?"
"Yeah..." Spike replied, not sure where she was going with this.
"And do you also realise that you've not once stopped talking about Buffy!" Willow was starting to raise her voice. "Not once! Not once have you asked me about me. No 'Oh hello Willow, how have you been!'. I am tired of it. I'm sick and tired of it. If I hear 'Buffy' again, I think I might throw up!"
Spike started to feel a bit guilty, but his eyes narrowed when he heard Willow talking about throwing up if he spoke about the Slayer again.
"How can you say that? You are so selfish. If the attention is not focused on you, and it's on your best friend, you throw a little tantrum! You are such a brat! I'll bet any money you are just jealous of Buffy cause she as the power and strength that you want!"
Willow flinched. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"So that's the way you see it? I'm just the spilt brat who's envious of her best friend because she's everything she's not."
Spike realised the effect his words had on Willow.
"Willow, I didn't-"
"Save it!" She held up her hand. More tears spilled. "Just don't say anymore. You meant it. I know you did. So now I know. I need...I can't be here right now."
With that, Willow bolted, running out into the dark Sunnydale night.
