Title: LA Willow
Author: Challie B
Email: challieb_0730@yahoo.com
Rating: PG so far
Disclaimer: Joss and Mutant Enemy own everything; I’m broke so don’t sue me.
Summary: Willow & Spike need to get away.
Feedback: PLEASE. I need it like a drug.
Distribution: Fire & Ice, Lover’s Walk, WitchFanFic. Everyone else ask and ye shall receive.
Author's Notes: < > = thoughts.

Part 15


Cordelia unlocked the office door at eight. For once she was on time or, as she liked to think of it, early. She was surprised to see Willow sitting at her desk working on the computer. "Good morning," she said as she sat on the edge of the desk.

"Morning." Willow continued typing.

Cordy waited a few moments for Willow to say something. "Well?"

"Well, what?" she asked glancing up from the screen. At Cordy's look, she chuckled. "Oh, you wanted Cliff Notes. Okay. We had dinner at Seven's, went to a club after, came home and went to bed."

"A little more expanded version, please," she sighed as she rolled her eyes.

Willow stopped typing and sat back with a big grin. "All right. Dinner was a big nothing. Angel sat there like a big lump. Spike smoked half a pack of cigarettes."

"I thought Seven's was non smoking," Cordy interrupted.

"That's what the manager told him, but try telling Spike something he doesn't want to hear. Anyway, neither of them said anything all through dinner. Well, they did grumble a bit, but I couldn't figure out what they were pissed about. Then after that fun filled hour we went to a club."

"Which one?"

"I don't remember. It was loud and there were a lot of people. I was tired of they're sour mood so I started dancing. I was pretty popular, too. One guy was a little too impressed with me. Next thing I know Angel's scaring him off and I'm dancing with both of them. We got kind of physical on the dance floor and a bouncer suggested we take our act somewhere else. So we came back here." She stopped to see if Cordy would pry for more details.

"And?" Cordy's curiosity didn't let the red head down.

"I have first hand knowledge the spell worked."

"What about Spike?"

"I didn't cast the spell on Spike."

"Willow."

"Spike, too."

"That's all the detail I want. For now. Wait until I'm in a dating slump. Then I'll be pumping you for explicit details." The phone rang. Cordy picked up the receiver. "Angel Investigations. We help the helpless." She looked at Willow as she said, "Oh, hello, Buffy. Willow?" She waited until Willow nodded her head. "Sure, she's right here." She handed the receiver over.

"Hi, Buffy."

"Willow. I, Umm, I just wanted to apologize for the way I behaved earlier. I realize I've been a bitch lately and I'm sorry for taking it out on you. Can you forgive me?"

"I guess. I'm still not happy about how you and Xander have been messing up the house, not to mention Anya and Riley."

"I know. We're really sorry. I promise to do better."

"That's all I ask."

"How's your vacation going? You and Spike aren't ganging up on Angel, are you?"

Willow grinned at the memory of her and Spike doing just that last night. "Angel doesn't seem to mind," she muttered.

"What?"

"No, Spike and I are behaving ourselves." *Yeah, right.* "So any new baddies in Sunnydale?"

"Same old same old. We seem to be in a lull. Anya and Xander are holding down the research fort when they aren't in a terminal lip lock. Riley's helping with the patrolling so everything's covered. Not that we don't miss you, of course."

"Of course."

"Oh, before I forget. You're mom called. She wanted you to call her ASAP."

"Okay, I'll give her a call. Well, I guess I'd better get going. I've got to go shopping with Cordelia."

"Won't that be fun," Buffy said sarcastically.

"She's got me in training to be a power shopper," she replied. Cordelia chuckled.

"Okay, Will. Don't forget to call you're mom. You have her number? I think I've got it her somewhere."

Willow could hear Buffy searching through some papers. "Don't worry about it. I've got it in my cell phone."

"Great, cuz Anya took the message and I can't find where she put the number. Anyway. I'm sorry. Have fun and hurry home."

"Bye, Buffy."

"Bye."

Willow replaced the receiver and turned her attention to the brunette. Cordy didn't bother pretending she was eavesdropping. "So the Buffster apologized?"

"Yes." She pushed herself away from the desk. "I'm going to see if the walking dead are awake yet."

She stood in the bedroom doorway. She watched Angel and Spike wrapped in each other's arms. *I'm going to miss them,* she thought sadly. She turned her attention to the piles of shopping bags littering the small bedroom. Moving quietly she gathers some of the bags to carry into the living room. Willow made five more trips to the bedroom until all of her purchases were settled on the floor.

She removed the items from the first bag and started folding her new clothes. She'd forgotten half of what she and Cordelia had bought. "I'm going to need another suitcase to get this stuff home," she muttered to herself as she reviewed her piles.

"I wanted to talk to you about that," Angel said startling Willow.

"Don't do that," she said as she tried to calm her racing heart. "I thought you were still asleep. I didn't wake you, did I?"

"Not really." He sat on the couch. He looked at his folded hands. "I asked Spike to move here to LA with me," he said quietly.

Willow adverted her gaze. She didn't want him to see the hurt she knew would be reflected there. "I know. I heard you talking to him yesterday."

"I wanted to ask you to move here, too," he said. He looked at the small woman who had changed his life with a selfless gesture.

Her green eyes met his deep brown gaze. "You want me to move here, too?"

He knelt beside her on the floor. His large hands captured her small delicate ones. "Of course I want you to move here. I love you, Willow. I want both of you here, but Spike won't come without you."

"I highly doubt that," she said with a grin.

"He won't. He told me that..." He finally caught her double meaning on his words. "When did you get such a wicked humor?"

"Hanging around Spike will do that."

"Will you move here?"

"I don't know. You may not be able to afford me," she said as she glanced at her recent shopping spree.

"Trust me I can. It's not like Spike spends a lot on clothes," he chuckled. He leaned forward to capture her lips with his own.

Willow raised up on her knees and deepened the kiss. Her tongue stroked against Angel's. She pushed him back until she was sprawled on top of him. Her hands quickly unbuttoned his cotton shirt. As her head lowered to scatter kisses on his bared chest she heard someone clear their throat.

Glancing up she saw Spike leaning against the couch. "Is this a private party or can anyone join?" he asked.

"It's very private, but you're in luck cuz you have a standing invitation," she said as she reached out to pull him down to the floor.

Spike looked at his sire. "I take it she said yes."

Angel paused. "Actually, she didn't really answer." He brushed a few strands of red hair off her face. "Well?"

Her eyes moved between the two of them. "I'm going to have to hurry to register at UCLA in time for next semester," she said in answer.

Angel held her closer and Spike joined them on the floor in celebration.

Willow hung up the phone. She had called her mother to learn that her parents wanted to sell the house. She explained about her wish to transfer to UCLA which was met with their usual indifference. She sighed.

"What's wrong, pet?" Spike asked. He could see that she was depressed.

"I've got to call Buffy and Xander and tell them they're being evicted. My parents want to sell the house." She chewed on the end of her pen. "I've also got to explain that I'm moving here to LA with you."

"Well, my moving to LA should make the Slayer and the moron happy," he reasoned.

"I'm sure it will, but not happy enough to ignore loosing the house."

"When do they want to put the house on the market?" Angel asked.

"Right away. Well, I can't put it off so I might as well do it." She reached for the cordless handset.

Angel covered her hand. "Tell Buffy she can have the mansion on Crawford Street."

"Are you sure?"

"I'll have the deed transferred into her name by tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Angel," she said smiling at him. She punched the numbers into the phone feeling a lot better knowing she hadn't just made her friends homeless. "Xander, is Buffy there? No, I need to talk to both of you at the same time." She paused as Xander called Buffy to the other extension. "Hey, Buffy. I've got bad news and good news."

She explained the situation about the house and her moving to LA. There was some yelling but all in all things could have gone worse. After she hung up, she turned to Spike. "We've got to go back to Sunnydale for our stuff and so I can get the house ready for the real estate agent Mom hired."

Spike grimaced at having to go back, but he just knew the Slayer would just throw all his things in the garbage if he didn't. "If we must."

"It shouldn't take more than a couple of days to take care of everything," she told Angel.

Cordelia entered the kitchen clutching her head. "Aspirin? Now," she whispered around the pain piercing her head.

Angel glanced at his lovers. "Looks like I'll have something to keep me busy while you're gone. Hurry back." He kissed both of them before he helped Cordy to the couch.

THE END