Willow was bored. Buffy was patrolling, Xander was away for the weekend
with his parents, and
Giles was up to his neck in books. Willow smiled faintly. <How appropriate,
considering...> Her
thought trailed off as she glanced up and saw Angel coming towards
her. He smiled, and Willow felt
happiness bubble inside of her. Angel was a good friend, despite the...
vampire thing.
"How are you, Willow?" he asked, as he motioned as to whether he could
sit. She quickly nodded
her head, and smiled.
"Good. If you're looking for Buffy, she's out patrolling."
Angel smiled. "I know. But vamp activity is pretty low right now. So
she'll be fine. I thought that since
Xander was away, you might like some company." Willow smiled brightly.
"I could always use company. Especially since I rarely see you, and
you rarely talk, and we really..."
Willow looked down, embarrassed. "And I really should be quiet now."
Angel gave a small chuckle. "It's alright, Willow. I don't mind if you
babble. It almost makes me
feel... normal." Angel looked down, as Willow's head shot up.
"You are normal, in a..." Willow frowned. "Ok, you're not normal. But
you're special, but you still
deserve to feel happy." Angel made a grim rueful sound. "You do," Willow
said firmly. "You're a
great guy, and a great friend. You help people, and if it weren't for
you, Buffy, Xander and I would
probably be dead."
"Don't say that," Angel said grimly.
"It's true," Willow said softly. "And I want to thank you for it." Angel
looked at her with torture in his
eyes.
"I didn't do anything." Angel looked around a little wildly. "I should
go." He moved to get up, but
Willow put a hand on his arm, and he paused.
"Angel. I'm your friend, and I'm always here for you. Remember that,
ok?" Angel nodded, and
headed off. Willow sighed again.
Angel was so sad. She really wished she could help him be happy, but
it was a real challenge. He
refused to accept that he had friends, and that he wasn't alone anymore.
But she refused to give up
on him. She would wait as long as it took, until he accepted their
friendship. And then, she, they all
would, teach him how to be truly happy.
Willow smiled, as she continued to stir her still untouched coffee.
<Well,> she thought. <I'm not
bored anymore.> She smirked lightly, as her mind whirled with ideas
on how to bring Angel truly into
their fold.
Fin
Author's End Note
I'm thinking of doing a version of this
in Angel's point of view. Sound interesting?