The Last Party: Chapter 3
by AngelGirl
Meanwhile, back at the now defunct party, a somewhat frazzled Cordelia walked through the rooms, searching for Xander, whom she had spent very little time with during the party, except for a few spare moments in the hall closet. She took this time to try to get an estimate in her mind of the extent of the damage done to her house. When she walked into the living room she noticed a blue comforter and a bundle of red hair on her couch.

"What the.."

Cordelia gingerly pulled the covers back, and her face fell. Willow and Xander were facing each other fast asleep. Xander's arms were around Willow, and her head rested on his chest.

"Ohmigod...ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod," remarks Cordelia, who just stood there absolutely shell-shocked. When she did finally regain her senses, she smacked Xander on the side of his head.

"Get up, you big dorky....dorky...dork," she said as she became flustered.

Xander stirred against this outside force, scrunching up his eyes and lifting his arm to cover his head from any further blows.

"Owww....ow..ow!"

"Xander I can't believe this, what the hell do you think you're doing? Do you *think* that you could make any more of a fool out of me?"

"Woman," he cried, "what in the world are you talk....Oh...."

Xander realized that there was a being right next to him, in fact, he had his arms around it....her...Willow.

"Ohmigod....ohmigod, ohmigod." Xander scrambled up from the couch, not fully realizing that he was still hampered by the alcohol until he had fallen over the couch, and smacked his head on the floor.

"You deserved it," Cordelia paused for a second, her eyes focusing on something by Willow, "is her shirt unbuttoned? Xander tell me that you did not feel Willow up."

Xander's head poked up from behind the couch.

"I didn't feel her up...I don't think," he mumbled rubbing the back of his head.

"Alexander Harris," she said, tears beginning to fall down her face, " I...I...hate you."

With that, Cordelia stomped out of the room, and Xander woozily got to his feet and tried to run after her, only to run into a French door.

"Oww... that's gonna leave a mark," he spat out while rubbing his nose, "Cordy," he called out, "wait up, it didn't mean anything, she's...she's Willow, she's got," Xander stopped dead in his tracks, "Oz."

"What didn't mean anything, Xander," queried Oz.

"Nothing."

"Xander, let me remind you of what happened when you cast that love spell over everyone," Oz cracked his knuckles in a very menacing way.

"Cordy...uh, found...found me and Willow in a compromising position," he quickly said,

"Oh... in that case," Oz began to turn around and Xander emitted a sigh of relief. Suddenly, Oz wheeled back around and punched Xander in the face.

"Oww! God, not *that* nose. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph have you been practicing or something?"

"Ehh... I went to Gold's Gym a couple times, and worked out with a trainer."

"Well, just to clear this up, I didn't do anything to your girlfriend."

"You just better be thanking your lucky star that it isn't time for a full moon, or you would be dead. Where is she," he barked at Xander.

"The den."

Oz stalked off and made his way to Willow on the couch. He gently shook her, trying to wake her up. When she didn't respond, he started to get worried and shook her a little harder.

"Will, Will honey, wake up."

Willow still made no motion.

"Oh, dear God. Someone call the ambulance, Cordelia, Xander, call 911...It's Will, she won't wake up."

Cordelia skidded into the room, quickly took in the scene, and dashed for the portable in the room and quickly dialed 911, almost thisclose to asking what the number for 911 was.

"She's not responding to anything, oh...God...please help," whispered Oz.

"There're on their way," Cordelia breathlessly relayed to Oz.

Oz nodded to Cordelia and anxiously waited for help to come.

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