Fanfiction - Resources - Pictures - Links - Updates - Site map One year gone By myrddin TITLE: One year gone AUTHOR: Myrddin EMAIL: private_beth@hotmail.com DISTRIBUTION: Ask and you shall get SPOILERS: No FEEDBACK: Sure, but flamers will be hung, drawn and quatered, their remains will then be burnt and the ashes will be seperated into a hundred piles which will all be thrown into different parts of the sea.. DEDICATION: To Kat, my sis, she knows why. DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to Joss, WB, Fox etc. not me. Don't sue 'cos I don't have any money. Willow arrived at Giles' house. It was their first anniversary of the day they'd finally admitted their feelings for each other. As she let herself into the house she heard a Shania Twain song playing in the background. She felt he'd put it on more to impress her than for any other reason. Willow smiled to herself, it had worked, it did impress her, well more than the Bay City Rollers would have anyway. She found it funny, though, that he thought she still needed impressing. *You're still the one I love* Will listened to the lyrics, she doubted that Rupert knew how true they were. *Looks like we made it* No-one had really believed that it would work, not even Willow though she was loathe to admit it. Everyone thought the age difference was just too much. 'Father Figure' and all. She remembered the day she told Xander how she felt about Rupert. "Don't worry you'll get over it" he'd told her. He probally meant it as a joke, but it had really hurt at the time. *I met they'll never make it,* *But just look at us holding on.* None of the other thought it was a good idea, but the had come to understand that it was what she wanted. Giles walked out of the kitchen and took her in his arms. "I thought the song was rather apt, it coinsider rather nicely with our experience don't you think." Willow snuggled against his chest. Everytime she assumed something he proved her wrong. He still hadn't got the hang of short sentances, but Willow felt she could cope with one fault