Guess what. I did not invent BtVS. Nor have I ever worked with Joss Whedon or anyone else at Mutant Enemy. Or met any of the actors. Or shared a cab ride with one of their relatives. Basically what I’m saying is I have no right to use their characters. But seeing as how I’m not exactly making money off this (Or even have any money to begin with) if we could all just lay off the suing, that would be just great.
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Willow awoke with a start and looked over at the clock that rested on her bedside table. It shone a digital 1:30 at her through the darkness.
"Great," She thought angrily to herself, "This time I got a full two hours of sleep before waking myself up." She flipped over and laid on her back, staring at the darkened ceiling above her. She let out a deep sigh as her thoughts drifted back to the dream that had awakened her from her somnolent bliss.
It was more or less the same dream she’d had on and off for the past 9 years. It starred , co-starred and pretty much just plain centered around her best friend and partner in crime, Xander Harris. It didn’t break any new ground, secret teenage crush-wise. It had something to do with her and Xander in a giant ballroom, dancing under a chandelier glowing with a thousand candles. They danced for what seemed like forever and then slowly, ever so slowly they began to lean in, until their lips were almost touching. And just as they we were about to kiss...she woke up.
She let out a frustrated ‘Harumph’ and looked around her room. It suddenly seemed far too small.
"I gotta get out of here," She thought. "I’m not getting any sleep as it is." She got out of bed, quickly pulled on some clothes and slipped quietly out the front door.
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Xander awoke with a start and looked over at the clock on his side table. It flashed 1:27 at him through the darkness.
"What the heck was that all about?" Thought a bewildered Xander. He got up and sat on the edge of his bed, his feet resting on the scratch brown carpet. He ran one hand through his disheveled hair while the other rubbed his sleep-blurred eyes. As tired as his body was, his mind was wide awake and confused as heck, trying to sort out the dream he’d just had. Now in Xander’s life dreams about teenage girls were hardly a rarity. As a matter of fact they were rooted firmly in the commonplace. But not like this. Not with Willow.
The dream had left little room for interpretation. One minute he and Willow were in the library , doing research, as per usual, and the next minute they were locking lips. Right there in the library. With his best friend. Kissing. Willow.
"This is way too weird," He thought to himself. He rubbed his now fully open eyes one more time before letting out a long exhalation. "I need some air." He thought suddenly, hoping a change of scenery would help. He threw on some clothes and grabbed a jacket before heading out the front door.
He started walking down the street, unsure of where he was going. "It just doesn’t make sense," he thought to himself, "I mean, she’s Willow for godsakes. She’s your best friend. You can’t be having dreams about her. That’d just be...weird. But I mean, then again, just because I’ve never thought about it doesn’t mean that it’s not possible. I mean it’s...no. It’s just too weird, she’s Willow." He looked up at his surroundings and was surprised to find that he’d wandered into the park. It was the same old park, but he suddenly had a strange vision of deja vu.
"Why is this place so familiar?" He thought, puzzled. Suddenly it hit him. "Oh my god. This is right near the pond."
He quickly set to work on finding the pond as his mind drifted back to childhood. A small pond , hidden by a surprisingly thick layer of trees. He and Willow had found it one day while exploring. It had been their special place when they were kids. But as of late, they’d pretty much forgotten about it. He made his way through the trees on a path that was becoming increasingly familiar. He finally came upon the small clearing, possessed of a tiny pond, so small you would almost be remiss in calling it such. He sat down at it’s edge, pulled his knees up to his chest and leaned back, looking up at the starlit night above.
"This is really weird."
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"Maybe I ought to tell him." Willow thought nervously as she wandered aimlessly "Oh yeah right, and have to go through the whole ‘Willow , I only like you as a friend’ speech. No thanks, I don’t want to have to deal with that. I’ll just keep quiet. That’s always worked in the past. But you’re not going to get any rest until you do tell him. Maybe you ought to." She shivered silently against the cold night, and cursed herself for not thinking to bring a jacket. "Next time I go out wandering aimlessly, I must remember to bring a coat." For the first time since she started her walk, she looked up and took note of where she was. She recognized instantly the path to the old pond. "I haven’t been there in ages," She thought excitedly as she started to walk quickly towards it.
She stepped out of the trees to look at pond, but stopped short when she saw a figure sitting at the edge of the pond.
"What’s he doing here?" She thought to herself , as she shifted uneasily. Unfortunately, her shifting weight snapped a small twig which lay beneath her foot.
Xander whirled around, tensing up, fearing the worst. His expression of determination changed to one of confusion and concern when he saw Willow, pale and shivering in the moonlight. "Willow?" He asked as he got to his feet and walked over to where she was standing.
"Hey, Xander."
"What are you doing out this late." He asked, a concerned note in his voice, which brought a broad smile to Willow’s face.
" Oh, I was just, um, out walking and thinking and stuff..." She trailed off awkwardly.
"At 1:00 in the morning?" He asked skeptically.
"Oh, yeah, and what are you doing out hmm?" She said with mock suspicion, a playful tone creeping into her voice.
"Well, I have a perfectly good reason for being out. I’m, uh, searching for aliens."
"Watch what you say. In this town, it could just happen."
Xander couldn’t help but laugh at Willow’s mock serious tone. All of a sudden something registered in his mind. "Cripes, Will, you don’t have a jacket. You must be freezing."
Willow realized she was indeed cold, but didn’t want to make a fuss. "No, I’m fine. I like the cold . Really." But her protestations fell on deaf ears as Xander was already in the process of removing his jacket and wrapping it around her slim shoulders. She felt an inadvertent shiver, one definitely not caused by the cold, when his hand touched her shoulder. "Thanks." She said as she pulled the jacket around her, smiling at his thoughtfulness.
He looked at her for a moment, then his mouth split into a small, mischievous grin. "So what are we doing?"
"What do you mean what are we doing?" Willow asked, confused.
"Well, we’re here, so we must be doing something. Come on: What are we doing?" A note of amusement had crept into Xander’s voice. Willow looked at Xander’s broad smile and she decided to play along.
"We...are sitting here watching the stars." She said with a tone of finality.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
"Well, if you insist. Right this way." He made a grand sweeping motion with his arm, gesturing towards the bank of the pond.
Willow walked regally over to him and laced her arm through his. The smiling pair walked to the edge of the pond and sat down, he with his legs out in front of him, her with her knees drawn up to her chest, cold despite her newly acquired coat. The both tilted their heads up to look at that luminous sky above. They sat there for awhile in silence, until Xander started to the think about his friend beside him.
"Maybe, I should tell her about the dream." He thought nervously to himself . "Yeah, she’d probably get a kick out of it, think it’s funny or something. It’s not like she’s interested in me. And it’s not like I’m interested in her. Is it? No, of course not. So I should just tell her and I can stop worrying about it . Just look over and tell her."
"Maybe I should tell him, I mean, here we are, the stars are out, everything’s quiet. It’s a pretty good time. Why not? What’s the worst he can say? ‘No.’ Or possible ‘Oh good god no!’ or ‘No, What on earth where you thinking?!’ Oh Stop it ! You’re babbling. Just look over and tell him. Just tell him."
"Xander I-"
"Willow I-" They spoke in unison. They both gave out a small laugh at their aborted attempts to talk. They sat silently for a moment as Xander stared deep into her large eyes.
"You go first." He said softly.
"It’s um, it’s...nothing. What about you?"
"Who me? Um, It’s, uh, It’s nothing too." He said with a slight smile. They continued to look at each other , then turned their heads to once again look at the stars. After a few minutes , Willow laid her head down on Xander’s shoulder, and he placed a friendly arm around her.
"Space aliens , huh?"
"Well everyone’s got to have a hobby."
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