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 5/?


A couple of hours later...

Willow spotted a rest stop and pulled over. She turned the car off. She could hear Spike singing (badly) under the canvas. With great relish she grabbed a handful of his covers and ripped it free.

"Hey!" he yelled as he tried to pull his coat over his head.

She reached over the seat and pulled his head phones off. "Relax, you big baby. It’s after sunset," she laughed.

"You do know I’m going to make you pay for that, don’t you?"

Willow rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Big talk, blondie. You’re turn to drive." She opened the door and walked around to stretch her legs.

Spike crawled out of the back seat. He leaned against the fender and lit a cigarette. "So, pet, exactly were are we?"

"Couple of hours from LA, I think," she guessed as she hopped up on the trunk of the car.

"I think I can make it in about an hour then," Spike said as he took another drag.

"No, you’ll make it in a couple of hours."

He leered at the bold red head. "Will I?"

Willow realized the double meaning Spike had found in her words. She grinned as she leaned closer to him and he lean forward. "I’m sure Cordy’s missed you so much."

Spike jerked back. He tossed his cigarette butt to the ground. "Bloody hell, Willow. I wouldn’t wish that stuck up bitch on my worst enemy," he said as he walked to the drive’s side and opened the door.

Willow hopped off the car and moved to the opposite side. "And yet you shacked up with Harmony. It baffles the mind," she said as she slid into the car.

Spike took his place behind the wheel. "Harm wasn’t all that bad," he said in his pouty voice.

Willow stared at him with her jaw in her lap. "Okay, Harmony was a whiny, self-centered, skanky ho when she was alive. What changed?" she asked once her thought processes could function again.

Spike started the car, pulled out of the rest stop and merged back on the freeway before he answered. "Well, I guess nothing."

"I didn’t think so." She glanced at the speedometer. He was speeding but not excessively. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. she thought as she powered it on. The phone beeped at her to let her know she had voicemail. "Sixteen messages?"

"Did you leave them a note?" Spike asked.

"Yeah."

"What did it say?"

"‘Going on a trip. Got my cell. Spike’s with me.’" She dialed her voicemail box.

"Willow, It’s Buffy. What do you mean you’re going on a trip? Call me." Delete.

"Come on, Willow. Call me." Buffy again. Delete.

"Willow, it’s been an hour. Where are you?" Delete.

"Hey, Will. It’s Xander. You’d better return the Buffsters messages soon before she decides to track you down." Delete.

"Willow, this isn’t funny anymore. Where the hell are you? Spike’s done something to you, hasn’t he? I’m going to kill him." Delete.

The messages continued to get more frantic and threatening to Spike’s health. Willow fast forwarded through them and deleted them. "Good grief. You’d think she was my mother or something."

"You’d better call her. If you don’t, she’ll track us down and kill me," Spike said.

"That’s what Buffy said. Except she was a lot more graphic," she said as she dialed her home number.

"I’ll bet."

"Hey, Buffy. It’s Will.... I’m fine. I left a note. Of course, he didn’t kidnap me. In fact I vampnaped him. Look...I’m...No! You listen to me! I’ll be home in two weeks. I’m an adult and if you just want to yell at me you can yell at my voicemail!" she said as she disconnected the call and powered her phone off. She turned to Spike. "You know there’s something to be said about being able to slam a phone in someone’s ear."

"True. I take it she’s upset." He laughed as she rolled her eyes.




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