Title: Defending Her Honor
Author: Malana
Email: Malana@mac.com
Series: Truth, Justice, and the American Way
Pairing: Willow/Clark Kent
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or Buffy
Note: This is modeled after the style of Jinni's many When I Woke Up series. The story is written with her permission. This is a response to a challenge by Charley. Jinni is answering the Challenge with a Lex pairing, I'm doing it with Clark.
Spoilers: Through Chosen for Buffy. In Smallville anything up to The Truth is fair game. Things go AU near the end of season 3

**Xander**

Normally, if someone I knew got drunk and married in Los Vegas, I would laugh at them.

But I can't laugh at Willow. Not only do I feel really bad for her, but if I laughed, she'd kill me.

Willow's been my best friend since kindergarten. I love her more than anything else in my life. We've stood by each other through the worst of times, and the best of times. She's very different than the girl I used to know. We've been through so much together. We've grown and we've changed. But she's still always been my Wills.

And now she's married.

She's married to some guy that she doesn't even know.

I don't care if Willow says he didn't take advantage of her. I'm still going to kill him. I may not be much against demons and vampires, but I'm pretty sure that I can take on an 18-year-old kid. Even with the crappy depth-perception I'm stuck with now.

Really, I just want to hit something right now, anything. Apparently, the spell worked. Willow ran into my room, told Buffy and I she remembered everything, and then just ran out again. With the look of panic in her eyes, she must have remembered something bad.

The phone rings, and I rush to it, answering it in the middle of the second ring.

"Willow? Is that you?"

"Yeah, Xan. It's me."

I can tell from the sound of her voice that something is wrong. Well, obviously, quite a bit of stuff is wrong. But there's something new in her voice. It scares me.

"Willow, what is it? Are you in trouble, do did he hurt you?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Xander. Calm down. Clark didn't hurt me. Of course he didn't. But I need you and Buffy to come to the room. We've got to talk. We're in room 514."

"Okay, Willow. We'll be right there. I promise."

I hang up the phone and turn to Buffy.

"Come on, we've gotta go?"

"Do I get to beat this guy up now?" Buffy asks.

I smile grimly. "I donŐt think so. Not yet anyway."

We get to the room, and Buffy knocks on the door. She's pounding so hard that I'm surprised it doesn't break.

The door opens, and Willow is standing in front of us. The look on her face just makes me want to hug her. And I do, pulling her into my arms. Over her shoulder I see a tall, dark haired boy. He's standing awkwardly by the bed. It must be her husband.

Willow pulls away, and ushers Buffy and I into the room.

"Clark, this is Buffy and Xander. Guys, this is Clark Kent."

Clark.

I hate him already.

He's all tall and muscular and young, with his red flannel shirt. He looks like a farmer. Actually, what he looks like is a magazine model dressed up like a farmer.

"Hi," he says nervously. "It...It's nice to meet you."

I hate him and his good manners.

Buffy marches straight up to him. "So you married Willow, huh?"

To his credit, he does manage to look ashamed. "Yeah. I guess I kind of did."

"You got her drunk on purpose, didn't you?" I ask, angrily.

"Xander!"

I turn around to face Willow, and she's glaring at me. "What?"

"I got drunk all on my own, Xander. I already told you that. Clark isn't any more at fault for all of this than I am."

"Sure he is. He's a guy." And it may not sound like the most damning evidence, but in my head it all makes sense. I can't believe that Willow doesn't understand that. She should be hating this guy, not protecting him.

"Xander, look at me."

Crap. She wearing her resolve face.

"Look, I'm really sorry that all of this happened."

Oh, great. Farmboy is talking.

"Neither Willow or I meant for this to happen," he continues. "I mean, don't usually even drink. It was all a big mistake. But we're working on a way to fix it...only..." he trails off.

He's hiding something.

I'm going to kill him.

"Willow, what's up?" Buffy asks, putting a comforting hand on Willow's shoulder.

I watch my friend, and realize she's looking even paler than usual. She's biting her lip nervously, and for a minute, I'm reminded of the Willow I knew in High School. Awkward, eager to please, painfully shy. Seeing her act that way again, I feel like my heart is stopped in my chest. What else could possibly be going on? How could there be anything else to add to this mess?

It can't really get any worse.

Okay, that was a really stupid thought.

If my years on the Hellmouth taught me anything, it's that there is *always* something worse.

Usually several things.

"Will, come on. You know you can tell us anything," I walk over and put my arm around her, leading her to the bed. "Just sit down and tell us what's going on."

"Well, you and Buffy know that I haven't dated any guys since Oz, right?"

Buffy and I exchange glances. I can tell we're both thinking the same thing. Where is this going?

Willow continues, "Since my last two relationships have both been with women...well....I'mnotonbirthcontrol."

Please tell me I heard that wrong.

Please tell me this isn't going where I think it is.

Willow looks up at me, and I feel a cold dread building in my stomach.

"It's only a slim chance. But there is a slight possibility that I could be pregnant."

He got my Willow drunk and slept with her, and he didn't even use protection?!

Resolve face be damned.

This guy is going down.

I can see the anger building in Buffy's face, but I beat her to it.

Turning around, I haul back and punch the son-of-a-bitch directly in the face.

"Fuck!"

My fist throbs in pain, while Clark stands there like I didn't even touch him.

Jesus, it was like punching a brick wall.

What in the hell is going on?