NOT FORGOTTEN (5/?)
Willow laid her head against the cushions of the sofa, her eyes
counting
the places the paint was peeling on the ceiling. "Spike, you really
need
to touch up that paint."
Spike smiled, glancing up, "Not that bad, pet. But, if you're
volunterring..."
Willow turned her head, her eyes lit with amusement, "You're the
strong
manly man. You paint."
Spike smirked, "Ah, you're getting closer to sucumbing to my charms.
Aren't you?"
"Oh baby...oh baby..oh baby...hold me back" Willow said dryly.
Spike smiled, glad to see her joking. If he had his sire here, he'd
beat
the bastard for what he had put Red through. Bloody idiot never
realized
what he had, always giving it away. "How you holding up, luv?"
Willow looked at him, her face losing some of the laughter, "I'll
be
fine. Just takes time. I mean, it was like I'd always wanted him.
I
finally get him only to lose him again right after. Just hard to
deal
with. I am getting better. Thanks to you."
"What can I say? I have to clean up Peaches mess but I get you out
of
it" Spike said modestly.
"His mess?" Willow asked, arching an eyebrow. A few weeks before,
just
the thought of what Spike was saying would have sent her into tears.
Now, she was able to think about it without getting sad.
"Eh, you know what I mean" Spike said. He licked his lips, wondering
if
he should say something. Frowning, he knew he had no choice. Willow
was
his only friend. He owed it to her. "Got something to tell you,
luv."
"What?" Willow asked, a curious look on her face.
"He's coming back to Sunnydale" Spike said simply.
"What?" Willow said. Hope, anger, disappointment and lust all flared
in
her eyes.
"I can feel him. He's close. Just thought you should know."
"Why? It's been weeks. No phone call. Nothing. Now, he thinks he
can
waltz into town and just pick up where he left off? Oh, god. What
if
he's coming for Buffy and not me?"
Spike almost smiled. The damn slayer was the one bringing his sire
back.
That he knew. The silly twit had actually figured out what had
happened
between her ex lover and her best friend. "I'd choose you over
that
bitch anyday, luv."
"Thank you Spike" Willow said weakly. "Goddess...how can I face
him?
What should I do? What should I say?"
Spike smiled as she continued babbling. Maybe Peaches wasn't so
bad
after all. He wasn't going to let Willow go, so he at least had
good
taste. He wouldn't say anything about Willow's taste though. "Just
no
big teary scenes please. I just ate. Sappy romance makes me ill."
"Tears? No...I mean, he let me go. In fact, he pushed me away. Why
is he
coming? He realized he made a mistake? Well, too fucking bad. I've
moved
on. I don't need him." Willow said, trying to sound convincing.
Spike suddenly smiled, "You know, pet. You're on to something with
that.
Why take him back right off? He wouldn't accept things when you
were
there. Why now?"
Willow smiled as she caught his drift, "You know...we could make
him
sweat. Make him regret ever letting me walk out...make sure he
won't
ever do it again."
Spike laughed, "I love the way you think, Mum."
"I'm going to make sure he never lets me go again" Willow decided,
a
plan forming in her mind. "You in?"
"Fuck yeah. I want Dad to suffer for putting you through hell these
last
weeks." He leaned forward eagerly, "What do we get to do?"