Okay, now it's Oz time. Sort of. As much as I don't really like Oz, this one actually makes me kind of sad.

Takes place towards the end of season two or even in season three. You're choice, really.

Paranoid

He hated this. Always had. Okay, so not always. Sometimes it was nice. Or, maybe it was love he was feeling right now. Devon was singing loudly like he always did. He felt his ears begin to ache like they did whenever they played the Bronze. They weren't done yet, though. They still had two songs to finish playing.

Willow had waved to him when she'd fist come in, just like she always did. He'd smiled just like he always did and his eyes had been glued on her from that moment on. She was sitting at one of the tables near the back with Buffy, Xander, and Cordelia. Cordelia had dragged Xander to the dance floor four times already, but Buffy and Willow had yet to move away from the table.

As they song they'd been playing ended and a new one began, Buffy stood and looked down at Willow expectantly. Willow gave her a confused look before Buffy pulled her to her feet and dragged her onto the thinning dance floor. It was a fast song and Buffy began to dance. She visibly sighed, however, when Willow just bobbed to the music slightly. Grabbing Willow's hips, she started to move her manually.

Eventually, Willow began to dance of her own free will. As she did, Buffy took her hands and stood with her back to her, pulling her close and forcing them to dance with each other.

Under normal circumstances, Oz would have smiled, but these were not normal circumstances. Lately, he'd been nervous about losing Willow. Not to another guy or Xander, but to Buffy. The two were close and it was hard for him not to be paranoid.

Maybe he was being crazy. Maybe it was his imagination, but sometimes they just stared too long or smiled too much at the things they said. Whenever this happened, all the fear he had of losing her intensified to a numbing ache.

He frowned as they continued dancing, eventually getting so close to one another that even Xander and Cordelia were looking at them in shock. They took no notice, just continued on as they were. By the last song, their roles had switched and it was Buffy who had her arms around Willow. Their faces held no expression and their eyes looked nowhere else. They seemed to be calm, only conveying how they were feeling by the motions they made.

As the band finished up, Buffy and Willow drifted back to the table, nervously avoiding eye contact with the others and each other. Oz set down his guitar and headed over, smiling as convincingly as he could.

"I've got to...um, go." Buffy stood, gathered her things, and left as quickly as she was able.

"Hey," Willow said finally, turning to face Oz. She smiled slightly as he kissed her forehead, but she looked away as soon as she could.

Maybe one day she would leave him. Maybe that day was coming soon. But as he looked at her, Oz decided to hold on to whatever he had left.

See? Isn't that sort of...depressing? I hate myself for writing that. XD Tell me what you thought.