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SPOILERS: Gingerbread
RATING: PG
CONTENT: Willow/Angel friendship [but slowly moving into something else]
SUMMARY: Angel checks on Willow
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Joss's.
NOTE: Part 4 of the Nightly Visitations Series.
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Hold on to me when your world's turning cold When it feels like your life's spinnin' out of control You're hopin', prayin', tryin', so hard to believe Hold on to me when there's no middle ground And every emotion is comin' unwound -- John Michael Montgomery, Hold On To Me
Willow curled up on her side with her back facing the balcony and tried to ignore the constant knocking on the doors. Fresh tears sprung up in her eyes and her lungs burned as she coughed loudly, her body still trying to rid itself of the smoke.
"Willow?" whoever was knocking called out, but Willow didn't seem to hear her name. "I just want to know if your okay." Something in the back of her mind recognized the voice and made her speak.
"Come in, Angel." The vampire pushed the door open and walked in, stopping suddenly to stare at Willow's small body curled up in a fetal position as she cried silently. "I'm fine," she stated, her voice in a monotone as she continued to stare at the wall.
"No, you aren't," he responded, fighting the urge to walk over and gather her into his arms.
"Yes. I. Am," she replied, looking away from the wall and staring up at him.
"Willow, you were nearly burned at the stkae tongiht," he snapped. "You are not fine!"
"What do you want, Angel?" she asked, turning back to the wall, her voice still reveling no emotion.
"My friend back," he stated quietly; Willow looked up at him, her eyes lifeless. "You need someone to talk to."
"No," she denied. Angel growled softly and walked over to the bed; he reached down and grabbed her wrists pulling her to her feet. "Let me go," she ordered, fear creeping into her voice. Angel shook his head and pulled her into his embrace; his arms wrapped around her body and held her tight against him.
"Talk to me," he ordered softly. The wall she'd built around her emotions burst sudden;y, and she sobbed into his chest, her hands clutching at his back. He made comforting sounds in his throat as he stroked her hair letting her cry.
"My mom tried to kill me," she stated as her tears stopped. "I nearly died tonight." Angel gut clenched at the pain in her voice.
"She was under the influence of a demon," Angel appeased. Willow nodded agaisnt his chest.
"I know," she whispered, "But that doesn't--"
"Make it easier to deal with," Angel finished, manuvering them both over to the bed. He reclined aginst the headboard, not relinguishing his hold on Willow.
"No," she replied, resting her head against his chest. They lapsed into
a comfortable silence as Angel stroked her hair and Willow's breathing
shallower. He rested his head back against the wall as he listened to her
slow breathing and soo, he too, drifted off to sleep.
The End
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