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Sharing -- by Luisa
Rating: G
Description: Willow and Buffy have a heart-to-heart.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Sharing a room with Buffy wasn't always a pleasure. Sometimes it wasn't even half a pleasure. Like tonight. Willow sighed, as her friend paced the room like a caged hyena, kicking some scattered clothes around and switching off lights at random.
"Buffy, I can't see! What's with the total darkness thing?!", Willow complained.
"I don't want any sorta light shining on me in my present state of mind. Grrrrr...", the blonde girl answered, picking up a few stakes and flinging them across the room. Willow ducked, narrowly avoiding a painful collision with one of them.
"What's wrong with you?", she asked cautiously, eyes glued to the stakes on the floor.
"It's Riley...I get this feeling that he thinks I'm this total freak of nature disguising itself as a lame freshman at UC Sunnydale just for laughs. You should see the look he gives me sometimes...Ugh!", she exploded, stopping in front of the mirror and scanning her face for some sign of weirdness.
"Well, he's getting used to you. You gotta give him time."
"Time to do what? Run away?", Buffy snapped, green eyes wild.
"No! Time to do the Slayer justice. Don't go staking him before he screws up!", Willow pleaded and then frowned, puzzled at her own words. It seemed that the whole Oz thing had coloured her world black, at least where men were concerned. Buffy laughed. "So you do think he's gonna screw up?" Willow shrugged, plopping down backwards onto the bed. "Sure...that's what they do best. It's a natural tendency, a trend, a healthy instinct...call it what you want.", she moaned.
"You know, Will, I think Spike's actually expecting to do his screwing-up bit with you." Willow jumped up like a Jack-In-The-Box, staring at Buffy blankly.
"What?" Her voice held both incredulity and fearful anticipation.
"I don't know...he kinda smoulders every time you're around. Like a bleached German Shepherd. And he's dropped these non-too-subtle hints that he wants me to be matchmaker.", the other girl grinned deviously, picking up a green skirt stained with coffee. "Damn.", she sighed.
"Oh...no! I mean...AHHH!", Willow panicked, grabbing a helpless pillow and burying her face in it.
"Yeah. Exactly. Still, he is kinda cute. Specially in a bathtub. Or tied up.", Buffy laughed. "I mean, that spell you cast did wonders for my self-esteem. There I was, tonsil-hockeying with one mean puppy who was doing the long, lusty gaze thing on me. Heaven. Of course if anyone asks me, I'll deny the whole thing.", Buffy rambled, picking up the tossed stakes and using one of them to comb her hair.
"See? It's you he wants. I mean, those fights you had...he probably wishes he could kick your ass again just for old times' sake.", Willow sighed, heart aching over the big, bad vampire. She'd never confessed it to Buffy, but Spike was the only thing on her mind these days. He had filled the empty, disconsolate place that Oz had once occupied. And Willow often smiled dreamily at some bleached mental picture she kept to herself, like a piece of well-wrapped candy.
Buffy snorted, snapping her friend out from a most pleasant reverie.
"Umph! Let him try...he'll be out in the sunlight so fast his peroxide head'll spin!"
Willow gasped nervously, getting off the bed. A thought occurred to her.
"Maybe he's just lonely. I mean, no Dru, no bite, no home...what is a Spike to do?"
"Help the Slayer! I can't do everything by myself! What does he think Sunnydale is? A five-star hotel, where he can get steaming mugs of blood without lifting a finger to help out?", Buffy fumed, dropping the stake-comb on the carpet.
"I think he's having a hard time getting used to the role of Slayerette. It's like he doesn't fit into it.", Willow mused pensively, recalling Spike's pathetic attempts at ending his own miserable unlife.
"Well, nobody asked me if *I* fit into the Slayer clothes. I do, but it's just by accident.", Buffy whined, staring at her friend's frenzy to feed her sugar-addiction. "Buffy, where are the donuts?", Willow begged.
"I ate the last one. Sorry.", Buffy murmured unconcernedly.
"Oh man! I need my daily fix, otherwise I get moody and depressed, kinda like Spike on one of his bad days.". Willow cringed at the image.
"Yeah, isn't he just scrumptious when he's down?", Buffy smiled.
"No...", Willow frowned. "Besides, you should be getting all mushy over Riley, not over your mortal enemy. It's just begging for trouble."
"I know. Do you think if I beg long enough, I'll get my wish?"
Willow didn't answer. Jealousy didn't do anything for her eloquence. Suddenly she turned to Buffy with a smile. "I know! Let's go to the coffee-bar and pig out on those fresh baked goods Xander's been going on about." Jade eyes sparkled.
"You're one smart bunny, Will.", Buffy smiled back. Circling her friend's waist with a casual arm, she led her towards the door.
The End
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