Title- The Lonely Hearts Club 1/4
Author- Veronica
E-Mail- ronisimon@hotmail.com
Rating- G
Pairing- G/W Friendship
Spoilers- Season 7
Disclaimers- Joss and Mutant own all. I'm just borrowing them.
Distribution- Want it? Take it… just let me know where.
Feedback- Always a great thing to have.
Summery- Valentine's Day is coming, and everyone has the blues. But
Willow makes everything all better.
The worst day possible was quickly approaching, much quicker than everyone would have liked. It had nothing to do with ending the world or a new demon to defeat, though either one would be preferable right about now. No, the much dreaded day was, of course, Valentine's Day. The day that no one was looking forward to… nobody wanted a reminder of just how pathetic they're lives had really gotten, a reminder of just how lonely they all were.
The entire Scooby gang sat in the living room belonging to Rupert Giles, doing the usual daunting task of reading through more prophesies. No one said anything, but all secretly hoped that something would crop up, something not too nasty-but bad enough to keep they're minds off of that particular day until it passed. But so far, luck did not seem to be on they're side.
"Well, that's it then." Said Giles with a frown. He looked around at each member the small group, noting the uncomfortable silence that followed his statement. A look of disappointment appeared on each of the faces as they had to admit to themselves that there was nothing for them to fight… nothing except for the usual on the regular patrol that was scheduled for tonight. `Oh boy' thought Giles as he watched the gang close the books and put them back into the bookshelves that originally housed them. "Buffy, I don't really thing a patrol is necessary tonight. Things have been fairly slow this past while."
"Are you sure, Giles? I mean, well, well you never know."
"I think it is safe to say that you may take the `night off'. Why don't all of you go to that club your so fond of? The `Bronze', isn't it?"
"I don't think so. Not for me. I found an interesting article that I didn't finish reading on-line. I wouldn't mind getting back to it." Replied the red head.
"No thanks. I've got some blue prints to go over at home for this house that we're going to be starting in a couple of days. Maybe another time, Buff?"
"Well, Anya? How about you and me?"
"Frankly, I'd rather go home. I don't want to party up."
"That's party down." Buffy corrected.
"Up or down… who cares. Doesn't change the fact that I don't want to."
"Hey, Anya. Would you mind if I walked home with you? At least part of the way." asked Willow.
"Why on earth would you want to do that?" the vengeance demon asked skeptically.
"Oh, come on. See ya later, Giles." Willow said as she waved and dragged Anya out the door.
"Okaaaaay. Anyone else find that as weird as I did?"
Xander asked the remaining Scooby's who wore a look of shock much like he himself had on his face.
"Indeed."
"Oh yeah!"
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"Hey hey! Let go of my arm!"
"Oops, sorry, Anya."
"Yeah, well, I bruise easy you know. And that was incredibly rude."
"I said I was sorry. Its… I just wanted to talk to you in private, that's all."
"Oh? About what?" she asked the red head, brows furrowing.
"About Xander. About you. A-about you and Xander." She replied nervously.
"There's nothing to talk about. Xander and I are over." and she turned on her heel to leave, forcing Willow to catch up to her.
"Anya, please? Just hear me out, that's all I'm asking. Please?"
"Fine, I'll listen. But make it short."
"Thank you." drawing a deep breath, she began. "I know what Xander did to you, well, there is no excuse for leaving you at the alter."
"Okay, thank you for reminding me of that particular day. I am `trying' to move past that, if you don't mind." a hint of anger in her voice.
"Sorry. Look, I'm not trying to make excuses for him or justify his actions or anything. It's just… Anya, he still loves you so much. And I know that even though you two have stayed friends…" "Not friends… civil." Anya said, cutting Willow off in mid sentence.
"Okay, civil. It's tearing him up inside… and I know it's doing the same to you. You love him too."
"Oh, I know where this is going. You're trying to make me feel guilty so that I'll take him back. Well, you know what? It's not going to work."
"Anya, everyone deserves a second chance. Tara was willing to give me a second chance before she…" Willow choked back a sob causing a look of sympathy to cross Anya's features. "All I'm saying is, please think about it. No one likes to be alone on Valentine's Day… especially if there is a chance that they don't have to be." she finished.
"Alright, I'll think about it." Anya relented " Now, walk me home."