Lupa Knows Best
Title: Lupa Knows Best
Author: Carol (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anita Blake
Disclaimer: Willow and her friends belong to Joss Whedon and his minions. The world of Anita Blake belongs to Laurell K. Hamilton and her minions. I’m just borrowing them for a while. I promise to put them back when I’m done.
Summary: Sequel to A Willow in Wolf’s Clothing. The continuing adventures of wolfy Willow in St. Louis.
Spoilers: AU after “Same Time Same Place” for BtVS. AU after Narcissus in Chains for AB.
“Listen Red, you need to do this. It will weigh on you until you do it.”
Willow sighed and twirled a lock of her red hair around her finger. She frowned at the phone but knew that would not affect Spike since he couldn’t see it.
“What if they are happy that I’m not there anymore? Maybe they’re glad I left and don’t want to talk to me. Maybe…”
Spike interrupted Willow before she got the chance to hyperventilate.
“Willow, you’ve talked to Angel. It was a misunderstanding. They want to talk to you. You have to make the next move. Angel won’t give out your phone number to anyone. You know what a protective ass he can be.”
Silence reigned over the phone line as Willow mulled over the whole thing. She frantically grasped at reasons why she shouldn’t call the old gang in Sunnydale.
“They don’t know that I’m a werewolf now. I don’t think they would be able to handle it. Buffy’s the slayer, you know.”
Spike gave another sigh of exasperation. “That is a flimsy excuse, luv. Remember your old boy toy, the mutt? Obviously the slayer has no problems with having supernatural buddies as long as you don’t snack on the locals.”
Willow closed her eyes in resignation. “You’ll just browbeat me until I do it.” She sighed heavily. “Fine I’ll give them a ring. I suppose this is better over the phone than in person.”
Spike chuckled. “You sound so sexy when you sulk. I would love to ‘browbeat’ you…”
Willow rolled her eyes at the leering tone of his voice.
Spike continued uninterrupted. “But the mighty Ulfric might use me for a chew toy if I took liberties with you.”
Willow snorted. “Fine, I’ll do it right now before I have the chance to chicken out. Gotta go Spike. Talk to you later.”
“Good luck, luv.”
The dial tone buzzed annoyingly in her ear as she worked up the courage to call Sunnydale.
“Well, here goes nothing.”