Marigold: Part One
by Kitt
The man cursed as he switched on his car radio.

*Another sissy pretty-boy whining about unrequited love. Like he knows anything about it. Me, now I know what pain love can cause you. *

He changed the radio station with disgust. Yes, he *did* know a thing or two about pain. But it didn't matter; she would soon be his once more.

He checked his face in the mirror again. The familiar handsome young vision grinned back at him.

*519 years old and I still look DAMN good! *

Next week it would be 500 years since Marigold had been gone. But he had found her again. He could find *her* anywhere. And on the 500th anniversary, he would have her back. It was just a matter of time.

A new song blasted from the radio.

*Ah, now THIS is more like it! This kid's full of pep! *

He began to sing along, "Upside, inside out, she's livin' la vida loca! She'll push and pull you down, livin' la vida loca..."

*Gotta love that Latin sound! *

He slowed slightly after passing the sign:

WELCOME TO SUNNYDALE

*Just 7 more days, love. Just 7. *


* * *
"Oohh, Willow. Check out the new muffin!" Buffy squealed to the hacker sitting in front of her.

Willow turned 6 different shades of crimson before answering. "I'm not in the market for a new muffin. I'm perfectly happy with my current one."

"Oh, c'mon. You don't have to abandon Oz. Just LOOK!"

Willow gave in to the demands of her pleading friend and turned to the young man sitting at the table behind them. "Oh… wow."

"Omigod, OMIGOD!! Willow, he saw you! He's getting up he's coming to our table!"

"What do I do?!"

"Just act natural." Buffy pushed her lunch tray aside.

"OK, natural is good. Calm. I'm cool."

"Hi," said the boy, rather nervously, "I'm, uh, Matt."

* Oh, good one. Matt. Very original. Very unlike every other name she's ever heard. *

"Uh I'm er my"

"Willow!" Buffy hissed.

"I'm Willow."

* No! Oz! Oz thoughts. OK PEZ, guitar, hair dye, wolf, Oz all right, I'm good. *

"Willow? That's a nice name."

*How suiting. She looks just the same. Fiery hair, green eyes. Just the same.*

"Um, I'm Buffy." The slayer offered, aware that it didn't matter anyway. As far as this guy was concerned, Willow was the only carbon-based life form on the planet.

"Well, I guess I'll see you guys around. Willow and, um Bunny."

"Buffy."

"Yeah, right. Buffy."

*She's perfect. And she's mine.*


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