Flash Of Red

Author - Bambi

Rating - PG

Pairing - W/S

Spoilers - Set in mid-Season 4

Disclaimer - I do not own the show or any of the characters.

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Summary - Willow's mourning over Oz

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Emptiness filled her heart. No words could describe the pain she was going through, it was torture. Willow was sat on a bar stool at the Bronze, drinking. That was the Willow way of mending a broken heart. It had been two hours and already her bill for beer was high. It had only been three days since Oz had left her, but it felt like forever to her. He was the love of her life for two years, and then it ended. No signs, no warning, just one day finding him in the arms of another. It was the stupid werewolf bitch that caused all her pain. If that girl had never met Oz, then maybe Oz and herself would still be together. 

Willow couldn’t imagine life without Oz. Who’s going to be her next sweetheart? Her options were limited. “I’m never gonna be happy.” Willow mumbled, taking another sip of her beer. Her world spun around. That’s it, I’m drunk, she thought to herself but continued to swallow the beer. Her vision was blurry, but she still saw a man flop onto the seat next to her. 

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” A familiar voice asked. Spike. She tried to make out his figure, but failed and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to concentrate. 

“There’s no such thing.” She replied, opening her eyes. The world was back with her, she could see clearly again, but was still a little dizzy. Her eyes lingered from Spike back to her beer bottle. 

Spike’s hand reached out and grabbed the bottle from her. Her eyes shot at him, “Hey!” He ignored her and took a swig. Her eyes looked away, “Help yourself”, she said quietly. Spike could really piss people off sometimes. Willow was surprised, Spike didn’t really talk to her much, he was usually too obsessed with Buffy to even notice she was there. He put the bottle back in front of Willow, she stared at it. 

Spike looked at her, “What?” She shook her head. He turned away and shrugged, it wasn’t his fault if she wouldn’t talk to him. His attention went to two women, wearing tight, strapped tops, their necks exposed to the world. All that blood, like he use to call them ‘happy meals with legs’. But he couldn’t anymore, with this bloody chip in his head; he couldn’t do anything that he use to do. His eyes went back on Willow, she had barely moved, her eyes still looking into space. She was in deep thought. “So what brings you here?” He asked her nicely.

She didn’t look at him, but instead took a sip of her beer, “Like you care.” She placed the bottle back in front of her.

Spike stared at her, “Who said I didn’t care?” Willow looked up at him, her innocent green eyes glistened in the light. A lock of red hair fell in front of her eyes. He stretched his arm out and stroked the wisp of hair back behind her ear. His cold hand pressed against her cheek. Willow closed her eyes and her hand immediately batted him away. He ceased his arm back and rested his elbow on the bar. His hand covered his face so he couldn’t see her anymore. 

She turned back to face the bar, this was the first time she’d ever noticed Spike in a different way. She’d always hear Buffy rant about him, but she’d never seen it herself. Willow couldn’t bring herself to say it, but she was slightly attracted to the vampire. She’d never noticed how sweet he was. Ok, maybe him killing hundreds of people wasn’t exactly a good thing, but Willow knew he had changed. But, she couldn’t do anything about it. What was she meant to say to him, he’s probably laugh in her face. His voice stopped her trail of thoughts. “Wanna dance?” He asked. She stared at him blankly.

After a second of silence she replied, “What? No.” Hiding the fact that she would do anything to dance with him. He let out a sigh and stood up. Her eyes followed his movement. 

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of her seat, “Come on.” His grip was firm, but he wasn’t hurting her. Willow tried to pull away but he was too strong.

“Spike, let go!” She called out. A few heads turned, but Willow just smiled. She turned back to Spike who was taking her to the dance floor. She tried to bat his hand off, but he could barely feel the pain of her hitting him.

When they reached the dance floor, he turned back to her and grabbed her waist pulling her closer. Spike looked over her shoulder. He had always had a soft spot for the red head, and seeing as his life was shit, he could afford to take risks. 

Willow stared at the floor, not wanting to look him in the eyes. She couldn’t believe what she was doing. Her arms were resting on his shoulders. She closed her eyes, his grip around her waist was too tight to break free of. Spike looked down at her, but she wasn’t looking. She knew he was looking at her, she always knew when people were looking at her. It was a weird sixth sense she had, but it was useful when you live on the hellmouth. She tilted her head up and stared at his eyes. He’s gorgeous, but nothing can happen. Or can it?

Willow was confused, but she didn’t break her gaze. They moved closer to each other, Spike could feel her breath on his neck, he took in her scent. She smelled amazing. She wasn’t like the slayer who wore a different perfume everyday, she was…. Willow. He leaned down and brushed her lips with his. Willow’s eyes widened, it only lasted a second and she pulled away out of his grasp.

Oh my God, I just kissed Spike, she thought to herself. She couldn’t believe it. They separated, and stood about a meter apart. Her hand shot up to her mouth and with the tips of her fingers she covered her mouth. Did she want it? There was silence for about a minute, until Spike spoke. 

He whispered, “I’m sorry.” He was such a dumbass. Why did he have to kiss her, that’s ruined their potential friendship.

Willow didn’t know what to say, until it hit her in the face. “I’m not.” Short and sweet. She walked up to him and grabbed him kissing him passionately. Spike didn’t hesitate and kissed her back. The kiss broke and she smiled at him.

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“Ahhhhh!” The girl screamed as she rolled on the floor. Blinding pain in her head. Flashes of red, blood and something else. Two strong hands lifted her into a chair. The girl breathed heavily, as the pain stopped. 

“Cordelia, what did you see?” Angel asked inquisitively. 

Tears formed behind her eyes. “Oh my god, it’s Willow. She’s in pain, she’s scared.” Cordelia grabbed Angel’s arm, “You have to help her!” 

“We will, we will. Are you going to be ok?” Angel reassured her. She nodded. He stood up and grabbed an axe from the chest. He looked at Wesley and Gunn, “Let’s go.” 

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She knew she safe, he’d promised her that. He’d never break a promise, after all that’s happened. She walked along the path, trying to remember where she was going, but she had no idea. She stopped in her tracks. Sixth sense. She unclenched her fist, which was by her side, and let his cold hands connect with hers. 

Willow looked up at Spike smiling. They both leaned in for a gentle kiss, which lead to a very passionate one. She wanted to stay like this forever, this was paradise for her. Never again would she have to go through what Oz did to her. 

Spike broke the kiss, and pulled her behind a mausoleum, where they sat down. Willow sat between his legs and was leaning back against his chest. She closed her eyes, “Spike?”

“Yeah red.” He replied, stroking her hair.

She sighed, “About Buffy.”

“What’s the bleedin’ slayer done now?” Spike said in an angry tone.

“No, no.” Willow muttered, “We can’t tell Buffy about…. us.” 

He sat up, making Willow lose her balance. She sat up against the wall next to him. He looked at her, “And why not?” His eyes were like a hypnotic gaze. 

She didn’t know what to say. Buffy would probably kill him if she found out, that’s why, but she couldn’t say it to him. “Just, .. not yet.”

“Because she couldn’t take it?” He asked.

“Yes, no!” She blurted out and dropped her head. 

Spike reached out and lifted her chin up, “When you’re ready.” 

He’s such a gentleman, she thought. She smiled before he leaned down to kiss her. He rolled on top of her. Willow giggled, as he kissed up her neck. He pulled away and their eyes met. They looked at each other, and their hands joined.

Willow closed her eyes. It’d only been a few days since Oz left her, and already she’d found a new love. But, when Buffy finds out, it’s going to go wrong, she knew that. There was nothing she could do. Her trail of thought stopped, as Spike was harshly yanked away from her. Her eyes shot open, to see Wesley and another man standing above her. “Wesley?” She asked.

“Are you ok?” Wesley helped her up. 

Willow was confused, she turned her head to see a bruised Spike rolling on the floor in front of an angry Angel. “What’s going on?”

Angel threw Spike hard against the mausoleum wall. She gasped as she ran to him, helping him up. She grabbed his hand.

Spike brushed himself off, “What the hell is your problem, Peaches?!” He glared at Angel. 

Angel stood there, “I was protecting Willow. Who is now.. holding your.. hand. Why are you two holding hands?” He asked.

Spike kept his gaze, “What does it look like?”

“Why are you here?” Willow changed the subject.

“Cordelia had a vision. You were in danger, but I guess not anymore. We’d better go.” Angel said as he started to walk away. 

“Yo Angel. If Blondie here, wasn’t hurting Willow, then who was?” Gunn asked. Angel stopped walking, he gripped him axe and through it to his left. The axe went flying into a bush. Everyone stared at him, moments after a scaly demon’s body rolled from the bush with an axe in its chest. “Nice shot.” Gunn finished, before Angel began to walk away again. Gunn and Wesley chased after him

“Angel.” Willow called after him. 

“Let him go.” Spike said. “He’s not our problem, he’ll just go to Buffy now and tell her all about us two.” Willow shot him a look. “I’m kidding!” He briefly kissed her on the lips.

Willow looked at him, “You better be.” She said before kissing him again.

The End

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