Andrew had We Are The Champions blaring on the radio on the entire drive back. Again and again and again and again and again... It was enough to make Willow insane. Again. And again and again. She closed her eyes. Just tried to concentrate on Buffy. Block out the sound.

Again and again and again.

Was it really that long of a drive?

Oh wait. I can block out sound! Willow put a cone of silence spell around her head. Ah, relief at last, and she floated off into her own happy daydreams... (Daydreams not suitable for younger viewers).

Buffy shook her shoulder agitatedly. Willow looked at her and could tell she was mildly agitated, like she had been trying to get her attention for a while. Oh right. Buffy had probably been talking for a while (I guess Willow's cone of silence worked better than the one on 'Get Smart'). She dispelled the spell.

"... haven't been listening to a word I'm saying. I swear, you're just like a guy sometimes."

"And is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Willow asked, before she realized what exactly she was saying. Though even after she thought about it, she still wasn't quite sure where her subconscious was taking this train of thought, and was pretty sure there was going to be a derailment at some point.

"Bad thing." Buffy replied, not apparently reading any deeper meaning.

"Are you sure?" Willow responded with a more suggestive voice than usual. Ah. There's the derailment.

Buffy just scowled and furrowed her brows. Andrew sung along with Freddy Mercury.

"What's gotten into you, Willow? I understand the bad breakup thing. I mean, no one has had worse breakups than me..." You got that right. "...and I thought I could just give you time and support and we'd be okay again. But you've been acting strangely, even for a Scooby, with the pyromania and the weird clinginess and the devil may care attitude." Buffy lowered her voice to a whisper, gently grasping Willow's suddenly clammy hands. "What's wrong, Wills? You can tell me. I'm always here for you."

Was this it? Was this finally going to be the moment? Willow never pictured anything important happening this way, with Buffy being worried about sudden weirdness and Andrew in the front seat singing to Queen. Willow opened her mouth but couldn't think of what the words... What words to say? Usually it was just a stream of babble that occasionally, maybe, sometimes got to the point, but she wanted this to be different. Better. More eloquent.

She swallowed, and started "Buffy, I -"

"We're here!" yelled Andrew, completely ignoring the importance of the moment, himself being far too caught up in the thrill of victory and the celebration of his own first personal success to remember his part in Operation: Get Into Buffy's Pants, which he himself had named. "Hey, I feel like dumping Gatorade on somebody. You girls up for that? No? Alright let's go inside. Hey Jeeves? You up for a Gatorading? Also no?" He got out of the limo and slammed the door, humming Queen as he went.

"He's an exciteable runt, isn't he?"

"I hope you said runt instead of something else that sort of rhymes with that."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear you say that."

The two young women sat in awkward silence for a few moments, the opportunity not lost, but made uncomfortable by the interuption, and the new radio-free quiet.

"Well, where to start..." Willow said.

"Take your time."

Willow took a deep breath. "Well... I -"

Giles pulled open the door excitedly. "Willow! You must tell me how you defeated Michael Ellis so easily! Come! To the war room for debriefing!" He grabbed her by the arm and led her out of the limo.

"Wasn't quite the debriefing I was hoping for," she grumbled.