Lost Memories
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Revealing
They’d had a few drinks, but neither of them were even tipsy. The glasses had long been pushed aside in favor of playing catch up. She’d been filling him in on all the goings on with the Scoobies, and he’d reluctantly told her about his ghostly adventures. He’d noticed that in all the information she’d so readily provided about Dawn, Giles, Harris, and Buffy, she’d not mentioned Kennedy at all.
“So, how are things on the home front Red? You and your chit have a pretty little hut down in Brazil?”
“Uh yeah, or we did have, now it’s just mine. Kennedy doesn’t live with me anymore. She - well, it just wasn’t working out.” And boy was she glad she’d figured that out and they’d decided to move on. She was having some seriously more than friendly thoughts about the man sitting beside her right now. She almost told him a few minutes ago that she’d remembered everything shortly after his demise, then thought better of it.
If he wanted her to know, if he was interested in picking up where they left off, well he’d kiss her. Then she’d fess up and apologize. She’d explain to him why she’d done it in the first place, confess her love for him and hope he didn’t laugh at her. If he didn’t make a move, then she’d let him go on thinking she didn’t know and try her hardest to be nothing more than his friend.
So, Kennedy was out of the picture? That was the best news he’d heard in a long time. Now the hard part, should he do it? He knew he was risking being turned down again and he knew that might very well rip out his newly acquired soul. But he was thinking it might be worse to never know what she would have said, if just maybe she might feel the same way. It was a long shot, but he was starting to think it was one he was willing to take.
“Willow, if I had something of yours, something that you’d left with me, trusted me to keep for you, something that you’d forgotten I even had, would you want it back? Wait, that’s not right, if I had something that we shared, it belonged to both of us, but I was keeping your half and mine, would you want me to give your half back?”
“That would depend.”
“On what?”
“Well, let’s say we bought…….. a monopoly game together. Let’s say the board, the houses, and all the game pieces belonged to me, and the money, the property cards, and the hotels belonged to you. If you were just going to give me what belonged to me and walk away, then no. I mean what’s the point in having half a game of monopoly and no one to play with? But if you wanted to stay and play the game with me again, then yes. But, I guess that wouldn’t be you really giving my half back to me so much as sharing our game again.”
Her analogy alone was enough to make him suspicious, but add in her increased heart rate and the scent of her arousal tinged slightly with uncertainty and fear and he knew. She’d never cast the bloody spell. All this time she had sat back and watched him suffer, probably laughed at his pain. That was nothing new, but to think of her doing that to him? He was furious.
As the last words escaped her lips and jumped up off of his barstool and practically ran for the exit. She raced to catch up with him, but her human legs were no match for him and she lost sight of him in the crowd. She glanced around to make sure no one was paying much attention to her then closed her eyes as she whispered the words that would place her in his path.
He’d just hit the sidewalk when she was suddenly standing in front of him. “Sod off Red.”
“What is your problem Spike? You asked me a question and I answered. Why are you running away?”
“’M not running away, I’m trying to keep from eviscerating you right now. Wretched soul wouldn’t care too much for that even if the demon is demanding your blood. And don’t pretend like you don’t know what’s going on. You never did the spell, let me think you did though, huh? Bet that provided some nice entertainment for you, yeah?”
“Goddess Spike, I did the spell.”
Ok, so maybe she didn’t do this to him on purpose, but still she could have told him it didn’t work.
“Why didn’t you tell me it failed?” There was so much pain on his face and his eyes were so tortured that it broke her heart.
“It worked Spike. The spell worked. Just a little over an hour after I left I couldn’t remember ever being with you. As far as I knew I never even ran into you in front of the Magic Box that first night.”
Well, that’s not what he was expecting, but he could tell she was telling the truth.
“Ok, if it worked like it was supposed to, then how do you know? I didn’t kiss you, I know I’d remember that.”
“Let’s discuss this somewhere a little more private. I’ll get a hotel room and we can hash this out, ok?”
He sighed wearily, “No sense in that, got an entire hotel at your disposal and your virtue is safe with me.”
She snorted at that. “Spike, you know I haven’t had anything resembling virtue in quite a while. But yeah, that sounds good.” She took his hand. “Lead the way.”
“So, how are things on the home front Red? You and your chit have a pretty little hut down in Brazil?”
“Uh yeah, or we did have, now it’s just mine. Kennedy doesn’t live with me anymore. She - well, it just wasn’t working out.” And boy was she glad she’d figured that out and they’d decided to move on. She was having some seriously more than friendly thoughts about the man sitting beside her right now. She almost told him a few minutes ago that she’d remembered everything shortly after his demise, then thought better of it.
If he wanted her to know, if he was interested in picking up where they left off, well he’d kiss her. Then she’d fess up and apologize. She’d explain to him why she’d done it in the first place, confess her love for him and hope he didn’t laugh at her. If he didn’t make a move, then she’d let him go on thinking she didn’t know and try her hardest to be nothing more than his friend.
So, Kennedy was out of the picture? That was the best news he’d heard in a long time. Now the hard part, should he do it? He knew he was risking being turned down again and he knew that might very well rip out his newly acquired soul. But he was thinking it might be worse to never know what she would have said, if just maybe she might feel the same way. It was a long shot, but he was starting to think it was one he was willing to take.
“Willow, if I had something of yours, something that you’d left with me, trusted me to keep for you, something that you’d forgotten I even had, would you want it back? Wait, that’s not right, if I had something that we shared, it belonged to both of us, but I was keeping your half and mine, would you want me to give your half back?”
“That would depend.”
“On what?”
“Well, let’s say we bought…….. a monopoly game together. Let’s say the board, the houses, and all the game pieces belonged to me, and the money, the property cards, and the hotels belonged to you. If you were just going to give me what belonged to me and walk away, then no. I mean what’s the point in having half a game of monopoly and no one to play with? But if you wanted to stay and play the game with me again, then yes. But, I guess that wouldn’t be you really giving my half back to me so much as sharing our game again.”
Her analogy alone was enough to make him suspicious, but add in her increased heart rate and the scent of her arousal tinged slightly with uncertainty and fear and he knew. She’d never cast the bloody spell. All this time she had sat back and watched him suffer, probably laughed at his pain. That was nothing new, but to think of her doing that to him? He was furious.
As the last words escaped her lips and jumped up off of his barstool and practically ran for the exit. She raced to catch up with him, but her human legs were no match for him and she lost sight of him in the crowd. She glanced around to make sure no one was paying much attention to her then closed her eyes as she whispered the words that would place her in his path.
He’d just hit the sidewalk when she was suddenly standing in front of him. “Sod off Red.”
“What is your problem Spike? You asked me a question and I answered. Why are you running away?”
“’M not running away, I’m trying to keep from eviscerating you right now. Wretched soul wouldn’t care too much for that even if the demon is demanding your blood. And don’t pretend like you don’t know what’s going on. You never did the spell, let me think you did though, huh? Bet that provided some nice entertainment for you, yeah?”
“Goddess Spike, I did the spell.”
Ok, so maybe she didn’t do this to him on purpose, but still she could have told him it didn’t work.
“Why didn’t you tell me it failed?” There was so much pain on his face and his eyes were so tortured that it broke her heart.
“It worked Spike. The spell worked. Just a little over an hour after I left I couldn’t remember ever being with you. As far as I knew I never even ran into you in front of the Magic Box that first night.”
Well, that’s not what he was expecting, but he could tell she was telling the truth.
“Ok, if it worked like it was supposed to, then how do you know? I didn’t kiss you, I know I’d remember that.”
“Let’s discuss this somewhere a little more private. I’ll get a hotel room and we can hash this out, ok?”
He sighed wearily, “No sense in that, got an entire hotel at your disposal and your virtue is safe with me.”
She snorted at that. “Spike, you know I haven’t had anything resembling virtue in quite a while. But yeah, that sounds good.” She took his hand. “Lead the way.”