All the Way and Then Some

Thanks MarzBar, Shippy, and Kendall;)


The God Awful Truth

Willow was tired. Willow was drained. Willow was burdened with guilt. Willow didn’t want to be bothered. She had got up that morning and attempted to make breakfast for everyone. Somewhere between putting the food into the hot frying pan and Spike bursting into the kitchen partially aflame, she lost her zest for trying to make it up to the Summers’ for the other night. She was not only all magicked out, she was all talked out and done for the moment of trying to appease her own guilt. She left Buffy and Spike to their usual banter— hey it wasn’t like she was a huge participant in the sport of banter anyway. She just wanted to sleep.

She walked through the living room and bumped pass Dawn on her way up the stairs.

“Morning, Daw—" but Dawn kept going, giving her the proverbial cold shoulder. “That’s okay. Didn’t feel much like talking anyway.” And she really didn’t, mind you. Besides, there was nothing to be done about the wrath of Dawn in that moment anyway. Not cookies, not pancakes, and definitely not something magical. Willow heaved a great sigh as she made it to the top of the stairs. She went into her room, the room she had become used to sharing with Tara, and pretty much just flopped her body on top of the bed spread. No need for covers or anything particular like that, she just needed to rest her limbs and her mind. And for nearly twenty minutes, she did. There were voices downstairs, but were hardly audible. The noise coming from downstairs was just low enough for her to ignore. She felt herself slipping into a deep slumber… And then she heard it-

“Uh! Spike!”

‘Oh great. More with the yelling and the screaming. Can’t those two give it a rest?’ She thought to herself. Then there was more screaming, so loud it refused to be ignored. Willow gave a groan and rolled over onto her back.

“Jeeze, you guys. Can’t you save the arguing for patrol or something?” She asked loudly, her question of course going unanswered. Willow got up from the bed and slowly opened the door, heading into the hallway. It was then that she realized that Buffy was indeed screaming incoherently, but they were intertwined with moans and grunts. Some hers, and some belonging to Spike. Willow’s eyes squinted as she concentrated on the noises coming from them, and small, startled gasp emanated from her lips.

“Oh, goddess.” She murmured as she slowly headed down the stairs, completely frightened and unprepared for what she was more than likely was about to see. She gripped the banister as she approached the final three steps, looking straight ahead at the front door all the while. She couldn’t force her head to look sideways- not just yet. When she finally made it to the foot of the stairs, she took a deep breath and turned to look at the scene before her. Spike was on top of a spread legged Buffy, ramming himself into her. They were mostly covered with his coat, but it didn’t take a genius to see what was going on. Tears sprang to Willow’s eyes, from shock, disappointment and terror. She couldn’t believe that Spike would do that to someone he professed to love. To Buffy. To use her in such a horrid way… what little regard he must have for her. How could it be that he could just—rape her? The shock had warn off, and was replaced with anger.

“Oh god! Spike! What have you done?” She watched as Buffy covered her eyes. Spike got up and had the decency to turn his back to the red head as he zipped up. Willow turned her head as Buffy quickly retrieved her panties and jeans and hurriedly put them on.

“Uh, listen, Red, sorry you had to see…” But Willow wasn’t listening anymore. Before she even realized what she was doing, mystical words began pouring from her mouth. In less than an instant, Spike was in pain on the floor, writhing and clutching his ribs, screaming loudly.

“Willow! Stop it!! It’s not a spell! What are you doing?!” Buffy yelled, frantic. She was knelt at Spike’s side, but there was nothing she could do. Buffy looked at Willow and saw that her green irises had bled into black. Buffy walked up to her and shook her.

“Willow, stop it now!” She yelled. Willow blinked, and Spike stopped screaming, nearly on the verge of passing out.

“What… what happened? Buffy? What’s going on?” Buffy wanted to be angry, that Willow could just use magic at the drop of a hat, but she knew she thought she was protecting her best friend. Buffy turned her head for a second and looked at Spike.

“You okay?” She asked in a gentle voice.

“Yea, luv. Just need to… lie here for a moment. Bloody hell.” He mumbled, both hands resting on his torso.

“Willow, we need to have a serious talk. First, let me say that there was no spell involved whatsoever in what you unfortunately witnessed. It was purely consensual.” Willow looked confused.

“But… I mean, I… you and Spike? What, what’s going on? Buffy, it’s Spike, and, and you… and I don’t get it.” Willow got out, her pale face all scrunched up.

“Look, Will. This isn’t the time to put my decision making under scrutiny. What the hell just happened with you just then? What did you do to Spike?! Willow, you promised me, you promised us that you wouldn’t do any magic anymore. Then what the hell was that?!”

“I, I thought I was protecting you, Buffy I swear. And, and it’s only been like two days since I stopped, and this was what I thought to be an emergency. Please, forgive me?” She asked sheepishly. Buffy gave a deep breadth.

“I know you had my best interests at heart, but… look, we obviously need to have a long talk. And also, I kinda need you to not tell anyone about this, kay? So why don’t you go get dressed while I help Spike here, and then we can have a nice, long chat.” Willow nodded wearily, and headed up the stairs once again.