Angel wanted to direct Willow but she insisted Cordelia could show
her the
way to the place. That they'd all meet at his place.
When they got there Angel opened the door for them, ready to give
the grand
tour. He went to speak, hands up in a tour fashion's gesture and
Willow spoke
first.
"No offense but I'm not really interested in the grand tour of the
place.
Just tell me where I can put your things and I'll be going."
"Um, the research room. Next to last door on the right." Willow
carried her
box of books to the place Angel had told her.
"What's up her ass?" Cordelia asked Angel.
"It's probably just collage and Oz's leaving. It's all just getting
to her."
He watched her open the door and as if he was seeing in slow motion,
her hair
flipped as she moved and then through the door.
A flash of Angel's resent dreams came to him. Willow was dressed
clad in
leather. He'd dressed her. Her hair up in a french twist, pinned
against the
research and weapon's room door of his new apartment. The room
she'd just
gone into.
As quickly as it had came to him, it was gone. He turned towards
the door and
followed behind Cordelia to help carry things in.
* * *
Willow set the box down on the floor. Turning, she went to go out
the door
and stopped in the door way. A flash of the dream, her pressed
against the
door to the room, Angelus against her hit her and she grabbed the
door
entryway for support. She pressed her head against the cool wood
and let the
moment pass through her thoughts quickly before lightly hitting
her head on
the woodwork.
"You okay?" Angel asked, startling her.
"Yeah, just a little lightheaded. I'm fine." She passed by him and
he watcher
her walk down the hallway and turn the corner, Cordelia passing
her as she
went out the door. On her way down the stairs she grumbled to herself,
"Just
peachy."
* * *
Willow brought the last box in and set it on the stack of books by the door.
"That's the last one." She declared, stretching her back.
"Thank you Willow for bringing everything here. I'm sure you had
other things
you'd rather of done than bring books and weaponry to LA."
"Yeah, no problem. But I'm ready to leave now. No offense."
"None taken." He quickly replied.
Willow got silent for a moment then realized how she'd been acting.
"I'm
sorry. Things are so crazy lately, I haven't been getting much
sleep. I
really don't mean to come off as a bicha."
"Willow, I understand. You're going through some changes. With Oz
leaving you
--"
"No, no, I left him." Angel moved as if he was going to say something
but
stopped mid word.
"You left him?"
"Yeah, for someone I fell for while he was gone and it's complicated.
Lets
not get into it. But you are right, things are changing and I just
really
want to relax for the summer."
"Okay, well, you take care of yourself." Angel went to give Willow
a hug and
she quickly moved away.
"I'll talk to you some time soon, Cordy." Willow said, leaving the apartment.
* * * * *
Willow's not a bicha, she's just having dreams!