Title- Admissions of Guilt 9/?
Sequel to- Admissions
Author- Veronica
E-mail- roni.s@sympatico.ca
Pairing- G/W
Rating- G, for now
Disclaimer- Joss owns all in the Buffyverse, I just use them like Barbie's for my own twisted fun.
Spoilers- post Grave
Distribution- if you like it, take it… just let me know where. Feedback- sure, why not. ;)
Summery- An old nemesis is back, and is seeking revenge on Giles and Willow.

The duo walked along the streets of Sunnydale with a reluctant red head, who was wishing she were anywhere but with them. Window- shopping was definitely not something she enjoyed doing, and it seemed like if a building had a window, then the annoying blonde had to stop and look in.

Just as they were doing now, looking in the window of a clothing store while the blonde pointed out some articles that she though would look great with her complexion. The red head paid little attention as she eyed a mannequin. The dress it wore was made of red silk, but the midriff was lace, strapless and very short.

"I like that one." She said as she pointed it out to Buffy.

"What dress? There's nothing to it." Xander replied.

"He's right, Wills. For what it leaves to the imagination, you might as well just walk around in your bra and panties."

"Buffy, Please. I sooo don't need that picture in my head, thank you very much."

"Sorry, Xand." She said, smiling sheepishly as she looked back to Willow. "Uh, its just that… well, that dress really isn't you."

"Give me a break." She said, rolling her eyes. "Don't be such a fuddy-duddy!" she finished as her shoulders began to sag. `Damnit!' she thought as she realized that the body was draining fast.

"Willow, are you okay?" asked the concerned slayer.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just need to sit down for a minute, that's all." And walked away from the two figures to get to the bench just up the street.

Xander took an arm and helped steady her until they reach the bench and gently helped her to sit. "You don't look to good. Can I get you something?"

"No, its okay. I'm a little tired that's all. I guess I just need a small pick-me-up or something." But as she said that, a tall brunette walked by and her eyes followed his movements appreciatively. "And there it goes." She said with a giggle, causing the passer-by to look back at her and smile. She sat up straight and gave him an alluring smile while she twirled strands of hair around her fingers.

"Will? What on earth do you think your doing?"

"I don't know what you'd call it, but here, in the twenty-first century, they call it flirting." She said with a playful glint in her eyes as she looked at the two stunned figures staring at her. "Oh, what now!?"

"What do you mean `what now'? The `what now' is, what about Giles?" Buffy replied with a little anger in her voice.

"Lighten up, Blondie!" said the red head as she lowered her head and placed her fingers at the temples. `Not now!' "What the hell is your problem?" but it came out as more a whisper than anything. Slowly, she raised her head as her eyes scanned her surroundings with a mixture of confusion and horror.

"My problem? What the hell is `my' problem? I'm not the one making goo-goo eyes at some guy right after starting a relationship with my watcher! Its more like, what the hell is `your' problem!?" she finished angrily, not noticing what the young man had seen.

Xander had watched the look on Willow's face, knowing full well she was trying to hide her… fear?, unsuccessfully. Something was wrong with his best friend, and at the moment, he was the only one who noticed it.

"Will?" said the young man, as he lifted her head with his fingers so he could look her in the eyes. "Will, what's wrong?" He watched as she tightly closed her green eyes for a few seconds before opening them and responding.

"I, uh, I'm fine Xander. Its just, uh, a headache." She said quickly. "A really big headache. I think I need to go home." She said and tried to stand up on legs that were a little wobbly. Xander took her arm and helped her up, then turned to Buffy.

"Buff, I'm gonna take Willow home."

"Fine, but I'm coming with you. This conversation is sooo not over."

"Yes, it is." The young man sighed. "Please, just let me handle it. Okay?

"But…" she started, but after seeing the look on his face she decided relenting would be the best option. "You know… your getting pretty good at the `resolve face'. All right, go on. I'll talk to you about it later." She finished as Xander nodded and led Willow away.

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He led her to the couch where she sat down gratefully, wrapping her arms around herself as he sat down next to her.

"Care to tell me what that was all about back there?" he asked. The girl looked absolutely exhausted… barely able to hold herself in a sitting position let alone really answer any questions, but he had to try.

The only response was a shake of her head as she stared ahead of her, unwilling to meet his eyes. Xander sighed and pulled Willow to him so that she leaned against his side with an arm around her. "You look wiped. Take a nap, and I'll be here when you wake up." He felt a slight movement where her head rested before she shuffled a little, making herself a little more comfortable and closed her eyes.

`What the hell is happening?' she thought to herself as she remembered the angry look on Buffy's face and the concern on Xander's, as well as the conversation the two were having. `Handle what?' The last thing she could remember was being at Kingman's Bluff; she finished the spell and had decided to meditate. The next thing she knew, she's sitting on a bench downtown with a mad slayer and worried friend. Did Buffy say she was flirting with a guy?

Fear crept its way in as she sat there, leaning against her best friend. She was blacking out, and saying or doing things that she wasn't even aware were going on. `Should I tell? I don't know what to do.' But darkness overcame her as she fell fast asleep, a little comforted by the fact that her life-long friend was at her side.

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