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Title:
Straight Through the Heart [4/?]
Author: Dan Spector Rating: R (this Chapter PG--just f/f undertones) Summary: After "Lovers Walk", one slayer comforts a heartbroken Willow and the other heals an injured Cordelia. This Chapter: Buffy and Willow say "I love you" some more, and pledge eternal devotion. You know, just "friend" stuff. Spoilers: Everything through "Lovers Walk". Really no key eps this time, except for a passing "Passion" reference. Disclaimer: If I owned "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" or its characters we wouldn't have to wait for October for the new eps. Blame Joss Whedon, et. al., who still aren't giving them up. (But hey, did you see that Michelle Trachtenberg promo on UPN last night?) Archiving: Misty's doing it, why aren't you? I want to know about it, though. Note to archivists: The dedications are for the lists only, being rather "of the moment". Feedback: I want to thank everyone for their fb. You people are so great and I am loving every minute of it. So don't stop now! What are you, teases? (I know, I'm a fine one to talk?) Either on the lists or at danspector@xxxxxxxxx . Haven't gotten any flames; don't miss 'em. Note: I know, this one's kind of short. This one goes to Nathan Campbell, not just for help on formatting issues and such, but for comparing my use of chapter titles to "Rocky and Bullwinkle". If someone equates me with Jay Ward, I know it means two things: 1. They're insane, and 2. They sure know how to butter me up. Thanks, Nathan! Chapter 4: Really Really Why couldn't it be like this with Angel, Buffy wondered. Why had she and the vampire shared exciting and magical moments together, but never one so simply perfect as this one, a moment that she wanted to freeze-frame and then duplicate for the rest of her life? And it wasn't a shock or a surprise; she and Willow had had countless times like this. Why was life with her lover a mixture of ecstasy and agony, hope and despair, purpose and confusion, joy and pain? Why was it never like the easy bliss she could find any time with her friend? Why was being with Angel like a journey into a dark night, while being with Willow was like coming home? Shouldn't love be the thing she wanted to run to, instead of the destiny she couldn't escape? "Okay," Willow said, moving to the chair at her desk, "now it's your turn to spill, Missy" "Oh, please, Will, another time," Buffy begged. "I'm just so glad you're feeling better, I don't want to bring you down again with all my stupid problems." Willow skipped Resolve Face and went straight into a scowl. "Excuse me," she sniffed, "friend here! Your problems are not and could never be stupid to me. And if you think I would tell you that I love you and then not want to help you, well then, you need to think again." "You're right," Buffy said, sitting up, ashamed. "I'm sorry; no more Baby Buffy." "Oh, but," Buffy added, almost wanting to raise her hand (for a girl who had been petrified at the thought of taking over Ms. Calendar's class, Willow could be quite commanding), "before we start, could you please tell me that you don't really hate 'Willow'? Because I love 'Willow', I mean, not you Willow, although I love you too, Willow, but I also love the name Willow. It's not stupid, it's not hateable, it's lovable, and I love it--and you, both Willows." "Well, I didn't like it when people were hating me--I even tried using 'Danielle' for a month in seventh grade--but I really do kind of like it now." "You should," Buffy said, adoringly, "it's beautiful and unique--just like you." "Yeah?" Willow asked, pouting. "Well, I gotta say: unique kind of sucks when you're alone." Buffy got off of the bed and moved to Willow. "You won't be alone, Will, not ever again. I promise." "Really?" Willow asked, eyes wide and moist, but not tearful. "Really," Buffy answered, cupping her friend's head in her hands. "Really really." Buffy's head moved closer to Willow, not like she was going to kiss her or anything. (But then again, why not?) "Uh-uhhh!" Willow declared, stopping Buffy with an outstretched palm, then rising and moving back to the bed, to gain distance. "I know what you're up to. None of that!" "I--I wasn't--" Buffy spluttered, ashamed, and more ashamed that she would lie about it. "Yes, you were, and you know it. You were trying to distract me by talking about me again, so you wouldn't have to talk about your feelings; but I told you, I'm not letting you off the hook, and I've got a very big hook. Talk, Buffy," Willow softened here, "please?" "Oh, okay," Buffy agreed, her reluctance overcome by her relief. "I guess it might help," (to be continued in "Seven Little Words" ) |