FIC: Touchy Feeling Scene 2

AFTER SCENE 1 CREDITS ROLL THEN…

Scene 2: Magic, Makes the Wiccan, Do the Wonky

INT. GILE’S LIVING ROOM. NIGHT.

- - - Giles is busy making tea in his kitchen. Willow is curled up on the couch, sobbing her eyes out into Xander’s chest – he is holding her and whispering reassuringly. - - -< o:p>

XANDER

Shh, Willow. It’s okay, everything’s okay.

WILLOW

Nothing’s okay! Nothing will ever be okay again! How can you say that? I turned into the evil bitch-witch from hell and tried to fry you all. Oh God!

XANDER

C’mon, that wasn’t so…bad. I mean, it could have been…worse.

WILLOW

Oh yeah? How?

XANDER

Um…

WILLOW

I could have done more than just try. And now we’d all be dead. And in hell. Burning.

XANDER

That’s one way of looking at it…look, Willow. You just had a bad day is all. Anyone would after what happened with…er, I mean to say, that is…

WILLOW

‘She’ was right all along, Xander! The magic, it’s bad and I’m, I’m bad and it’s got control of me and I can’t ever face Buffy again and God, why are you even here? Don’t you understand?

- - - Willow sobs even more hysterically and Xander’s shirt front is quite soaked. But then, strangely enough her sobs change in quality to sound like…humming. In fact she is humming the funky opening riff to Madonna’s ‘Music’. As Xander leans back to stare at her incredulously, Willow sits up and with full music accompaniment (as is usual in spell situations) lets it rip. - - -

WILLOW SINGING

Hey Xander-shaped friend, for the record now

I was friggin’ crazy

And when my magic starts

I never wanna stop, and my brain gets hazy

Magic, makes this Wiccan, do the wonky

Magic, mix the grief and pain with ka-blonkey!

XANDER SINGING

Don’t think of what you did and don’t think it was you

It was hoodoo voodoo

It’s like ridin’ on a high that won’t ever go away

But we’re all right here for you, and we will be everyday

Hoodoo, it’s what we do, when we’re weepy

You do, what you have to do…

WILLOW SINGING (interjects)

…that’s what’s creepy!

- - - Willow suddenly levitates over above the coffee table while Xander, still on the couch reaches out to her in panic, looking nervous. She asks/sings… - - -

Do ‘you’ like? To hoodoo voodoo

Skin a guy? Just a boo-boo?

Do you like? Me messin’ with you?

Do you like my magic?

XANDER SINGING (stands up and grabs her arm)

Hey, Will-o-Witch Girl, for the record now

I will love you always

We were friends as kids

And that’s never gonna stop, even with hell-raising

- - - He pulls Willow into a standing hug and she willingly stops the levitating.- - -

WILLOW SINGING

Xand-man, you’re the buddy of a lifetime

Gotta screw loose, but not com-plain-ing, you’re my lifeline…

- - - The music dies away and they stand there looking at each other. - - -

XANDER

Madonna? I’m reduced to Madonna?! Oh my stars and garters!

WILLOW

You know what this means.

XANDER (nervously)

My demon-lover-boy is back in town to claim me as his bride?

WILLOW

No. Well, maybe. But somebody’s messing with magic and I can feel it in the air, like, like a hot shower. Sooo relaxing. So good…

XANDER

No, no, none of that now! Think dirty thoughts. Dirty thoughts!

GILES (enters from kitchen)

Have either of you seen my guitar? Can’t think where I left it…

TBC in Scene 3