Buffy...
Well, what was left of her, knew a few things for a fact.
One: Beer was good.
Two: Beer was foamy.
Three: Parker... Bad.
Four: Boy smell good.
and
Five: Fire bad.
I might have thought the list would have ended there.
Well...
I was wrong.
Of course I didn't find out about the list from Buffy herself, mind you.
She was still, as Xander called her, "Cave-Slayer". So, he took it upon himself
to let me know about Buffy's esoteric list.
That was a few hours ago, before I learned that something, or rather someone was missing
from her list.
Me.
Willow Rosenberg.
I found out from one of the two girls that had been trapped in the 'Grotto' with me, that
Buffy apparently saw me through the flames and looked around for something that might have
helped me somehow.
She picked up the fire extinguisher...And threw it into the flames. At least her heart was
in the right place.
When that didn't work, she jumped through the flames and headed straight for me. Of
course, the last thing I remember clearly before coming to outside, was telling Parker how
gullible did he think I was? That was after he tried to cast that spell that seemed to
work for others, unfortunately Buffy included.
I would have given anything to spare her the pain she went through
because of him. Anyway, I know I told him some other stuff, but that part's kind of fuzzy.
I mean why wouldn't it be, I was conked on the head with a tree branch, it's bound to play
havoc with my brain.
So, after Buffy conked Parker on the head as we watched, we being, Giles, Xander, and
myself, we headed back to the dorm room I shared with Buff. Xander told us that Buffy
would be all right in a day... or two. I promised Giles I would call right away if she
started to act like a female version of Captain Caveman...
He didn't get it, but, that's okay.
"Will-low..."
I turned around, to see Buffy, staring at me, I walked over to her very slowly. I didn't
want to frighten her, or myself for that matter.
"Yeah Buff?"
I really hoped she could understand me.
"Will-low... safe?" she asked cocking her head to the side.
"I'm safe," I replied.
She hopped off the bed and met me half way.
"Will-low... safe?"
"Yes... Will-low safe."
She smiled the biggest smile I'd seen from her in days.
"Will-low... good," she grunted, nodding her head up and down. Then she
surprised me by embracing me, and uttering, "Will-low... good," over and over
again, while patting me on the head... kinda hard.
"Yes... Will-low good... Buffy good. Buffy hurting Will-low," I told her.
I really didn't want to but my head started pounding again, I wished I hadn't said
anything. She quickly let me go, and I almost cried. The look on her face made me want to
cut my tongue out… and…and feed it to some... some demon or something. 'Bad
Willow... Bad
Willow.'
"Buffy... bad?" she asked in such a small voice.
"No. Buffy good... Buffy good, Will-low sorry," I only hoped she knew how sorry
I was.
"Will-low saw-ree?"
"Yes... Will-low very sorry."
That's when the list changed, she just looked at me and said:
"Will-low good, Will-low safe... beer good... beer foam-me... Parker... Bad... boy
smell good... fire bad."
I had made it to the top of Buffy's list, and let me tell you something; it's not a bad
place to be.
The End