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SPOILERS: Takes place after Phases, but before Becoming. No really big spoilers.
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Part Four
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Xander had been pacing in the library for ten minutes. It was near the end of last period, but he didn't care. He hadn't gone to any classes all day. For the past 5 hours, he had tried to think of some way to appologize to Willow and Oz, especially Willow. He knew Buffy would come to the library right after school, and he figured that Willow and Oz would stay away. They both had last period free and had probably left. He really needed to talk to Buffy about this. She'd know what to do.
He heard the library door open, and since there was still twenty minutes left before the end of the school day, he figured Buffy had ditched class or left early. He turned, and was surprised to see Willow there, looking uncomfortable.
"Willow....." he started, but didn't know what to say next.
"We need to talk, Xander." Willow said as she sat down at the table. Xander sat in the chair across from her.
"I am SO sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. I was a complete-"
Willow cut him off. "Jerk? Moron? Imbicile?"
"I was just gonna go with idiot, but if....."
"Xander, I'm just so-"
Now it was Xander's turn to cut her off "Mad? Angry? Pissed off?"
"I was just going to go with upset, but all those fit too."
"I know I was in the wrong, but you've got to understand where I'm coming from."
"Xander, you didn't even ask? You just assumed that by misunderstanding a few conversations you had the complete story. Did you even think about asking me if Oz was pressuring me? Or how our relationship was coming along, or if we were getting serious?"
"Willow, I wanted to protect you. Would you have given me straight answers if I'd asked? I doubt it. We haven't been talking too much since that whole Valentine's incident, and I honestly think we aren't as close as we used to be. But when I overheard your talk with Buffy, my first instinct was still to save and protect you from anything that might hurt you."
"Xander, I'm a big girl now. It's not like we're in second grade when you'd threaten to beat up the boys who pulled my pigtails. I can make my own choices."
"But Oz is a senior! I know he hasn't yet, but don't you think the time will come when he will pressure you to go further then you want to?"
"Oz knows my limits, and he respects them. But, if he ever did attempt to pressure me, or tried something, I'd be outta there. I know what I want for myself and nobody, not even someone I love, is going to make me change my mind. "
"Did you just say 'love'?"
"It just kindda slipped out, but yeah, I do. I do love Oz. And I think, when the time is right, he will be the one. But neither of us is really ready yet."
"Willow?"
"Yeah, Xander?"
"When did you get so wise and mature?"
Xander pulls her into a hug, which she returns. They hear the door open and break their embrace to see who had entered the library.
"I see you two made up. I'm glad." Oz said as he walked towards them.
Xander and Oz looked at eachother, a little uncomfortable. Xander opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't think of the right words.
"It's okay man." Oz told him. "Truce?" He stuck out his hand, which Xander took. Willow smiled as her two favorite guys in the world shook hands.
THE END
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