Title- Admissions of Guilt 14/?
Sequel to- Admissions
Author- Veronica
E-mail- roni.s@sympatico.ca
Pairing- G/W
Rating- G
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.

Willow awoke to the suns rays shining in through her bedroom window, but as she looked around sleepily, she desperately tried to remember how and when she got there. She looked down at herself and noticed that she wore pajamas; something else she didn't remember changing into.

She rose from the bed, noticing that her muscles ached a little, and went to the bathroom to relieve herself and brush her teeth. Once finished, she left the room and went downstairs and saw that the dinner from last night still sat on the table-untouched.

She sighed and went to the counter and began brewing a fresh pot of coffee, and put the kettle on for tea. She then went to work clearing the table, wondering if she should just throw the meal out in the garbage. For the time being, she put all the food into a large bowl, then took the kettle off the stove as she heard it's high pitched whistle.

Grabbing a cup for the cupboard, she poured the dark liquid into it and added a fair amount of milk to cool it off a little faster. Willow took a large gulp of coffee, and then took the cup with her back up to her room to drink while she changed.

She had absolutely no memories of the previous night; nothing to tell her what happened. The last thing she remembered was sitting down at the table and taking a bite of the pot roast Giles had set in front of her. She hadn't even finished chewing; when a stabbing pain hit her in the head-then all went black.

Nothing.

"This makes twice that it's happened while with a Scooby." She said to herself. "I can't keep this quiet much longer."

Willow headed down the stairs with cup in hand, only to see Giles in the kitchen already, still in his bathrobe.

"Ahhh, Willow. There you are."

"Morning, Rupert."

"I see you have the coffee already brewed this morning. Would you like a cup, or would you prefer tea?" he asked as he walked over to her and gave her a soft kiss.

"Coffee would be great, thanks."

"I must say I missed you this morning. Were you up very long?"

"Not very. I came down and started the coffee and cleared the table, then went and got dressed." She said, a little confused. `Missed me?'

"Yes, I suppose the table should have been cleared last night, but…" he let the sentence trail off as a shy smile came to his lips.

"No, it's okay. I didn't mind." She said, but Giles couldn't help notice the slightly distant look in her eyes.

"Willow, luv? D-did I displease you in some way last night?" he asked, concerned.

"No! No, everything is fine-really." She replied quickly as an idea came to her. She held up her coffee cup, "Sorry, just not quite awake enough for coherent thoughts yet." She said sheepishly, and saw the relief flood the older man at her words. `Displease me? About what?' she wondered.

"Ah, yes. Quite understandable." He said, and poured some coffee into her cup.

"What do you have planned for today?"

"For starters, Anya and I will be cleaning out the store, to prepare for the construction next week."

"Anya will probably be jumping up and down in her excitement."

"Yes. I foresee a rather exhausting week ahead of me." He chuckled, "And what about you?"

"If I know Xander, he'll be over sometime today."

"I sense a lack of enthusiasm on your part. I take it that you do not wish to see him?"

"Its not that really. It's just that I see him almost everyday. I have to sneak out of the house just to have some time to myself; you know?"

"You know Xander. He's just worried about you. After all, you have only been back for just over two weeks. Your forgetting, for those few months that you and I were in England, he lost his best friend. In his own way, he is just trying to make up for lost time; couple that with the fact that he has to adjust to our relationship. He's coping with the changes the best way he can."

"I suppose your right. I didn't think to look at it that way." She said, lowering her eyes.

"Sometimes we all go through periods where we don't see the answers to our questions, even though they are right in front of us. It happens to the best of us."

"Does it happen to you?"

"Of course. I wouldn't be human otherwise." He smiled and gave her a hug. "I afraid I must get showered and changed. I told Anya that I would be at the store in forty-five minutes." He kissed the top of her head. "I'll be down shortly, luv." And he left.

Willow sat there, slowly trying to go over the conversation in her mind.

`Missed me? Displease me? What's all that about?' she wondered, `What on earth happened last night!' He frustration was building the longer she thought about it, when the phone ringing brought her back to the present. Willow went to the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey there, Willster!"

"Hi, Xander."

"How's my bested bud? You got any plans today?"

"Nope, none that I can think of."

"Great! `Cause my schedule is free and clear! See you in an hour." He said and hung up. Willow sighed and hung up the phone, then went back to her coffee and gulped it back before pouring herself another.

"Give me strength." She said as she looked up.

Tbc in chapter fifteen of Admissions of Guilt.
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