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Summary: W/?. Willow on her way to a research session.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > GeneralCharleyFR711,4880298510 Apr 0410 Apr 04Yes
Title: India

Author: Charley

Rating: FR7

Pairing: Willow/?

Genre: BtVS

DISCLAIMER: None of the characters you recognise are mine. Buffy and her cronies belong most recently to UPN and Joss et al. I gain nothing but personal satisfaction from messing with these fictional characters and bending them to my will.

DISTRIBUTION: fangirlexperiment.com. If you want it, or know somewhere I should post it, let me know.

NOTES: This story is a fluffy, happy fic, written because my friend Omega needed some cheering and it never hurts to cheer yourself as you write. I love this song. There need to be more happy songs like this one.



~ Part 1/1 ~

It had been a long day, an even longer week. Tara had called. She was still dealing with her Glory-related issues but she was feeling better and might return to the Hellmouth soon, but she wasn't sure. Willow was beginning to think her life was cursed. All of her friends still seemed to over-look her and her love life... well it was better not to think about that. She closed her book when she saw the time and picked up her bag.

Willow sighed and took her headphones out of her bag, digging further through the bag to find the attached walkman and press play as she pulled her dorm room door closed behind her. A song faded out and she tried to remember what was next on the tape before the song began. A small smile drifted across her face as she recognised the intro.

Her steps fell into rhythm with the music only she could hear. She began to mouth the words as she walked jauntily down the street toward Giles'.

//Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don’t

Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won’t

Depend of how the wind blows I might even paint my toes

It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul

I’m not the average girl from your video

And I ain’t built like a supermodel

But I learned to love myself unconditionally,

Because I am a queen

I not the average girl from your video

My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes

No matter what I’m wearing I will always be

India Arie//

Willow didn't notice that she'd actually begun to sing the words out loud. She looked at the horizon as the sun began to set. She crossed the street into the park and stretched her arms out, raising her face to the warmth, feeling it lift her spirits and soak her troubles out of her. She spun in a circle as she continued.

From the deep shadows of the trees Spike smiled as he watched her enjoy herself in the sun, enjoyed the sound of her strong voice revelling in words she seemed to identify with. He chuckled softly to himself. His Red had started to find herself, by herself. It was beautiful to watch. she glowed from inside and reflected the sun.

//When I look in the mirror and the only one there is me

Every freckle on my face is where it’s suppose to be

And I know my creator didn’t make no mistakes on me

My feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes, I’m loving what I see

I’m not the average girl from your video

And I ain’t built like a supermodel

But I learned to love myself unconditionally,

Because I am a queen

I not the average girl from your video

My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes

No matter what I’m wearing I will always be

India Arie//

Angel heard the voice singing loud and strong long before anyone else did, and wondered who it belonged to. She sang with happy conviction, finding strength in the words as she got closer to them.

He turned hoping to glimpse the woman though he peripherally noted that the others standing in Giles' courtyard. He, Cordelia, Wesley and Gunn had been brought back to Sunnydale to assist with this weeks big bad.

//Am I less of a lady if I don’t where panty hose

My momma said a lady ain’t what she wears but what she knows…

But I’ve drawn the conclusion, it’s all an illusion

Confusion’s the name of the game

A misconception, a vast deception,

Something got to change

Now don’t be offended this is all my opinion

Ain’t nothing that I’m saying law

This is a true confession

Of a life learned lesson

I was sent here to share with y'all

So get in when you fit in

Go on and shine

Clear your mind

Now’s the time

Put your salt on the shelf

Go on and love yourself

‘Cause everything’s gonna be alright

I’m not the average girl from your video

And I ain’t built like a supermodel

But I learned to love myself unconditionally,

Because I am a queen

I not the average girl from your video

My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes

No matter what I’m wearing I will always be

India Arie//

Willow came into view, watching her feet as she danced up the steps, still singing. She paused on the top step and leaned back against the wall, watching the last rays of the sun sink below the horizon as she finished listening to, and enjoying the song.

//Keep your fancy drink, and your expensive minks

I don’t need that to have a good time

Keep your expensive cars and your caviar

All I need is my guitar

Keep your Krystal and your pistol

I’d rather have a pretty piece of crystal

Don’t need you silicone, I prefer my own

What god gave me is just fine…

I’m not the average girl from your video

And I ain’t built like a supermodel

But I learned to love myself unconditionally,

Because I am a queen

I not the average girl from your video

My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes

No matter what I’m wearing I will always be

India Arie//

Willow continued to dance on the spot, her feet and hips moving slightly as she turned toward the door as the song faded out on her walkman. She looked up and smiled at Giles, a feint blush staining her cheeks. She pulled her headphones off and waved hello to everyone then noticed Angel smiling at her. She squealed and ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck. "Angel!"

"It's good to see you to Willow."

The red-heads joy spread to seeing Cordelia and only marginally subsided for her greeting of Wesley. She smiled and blushed when introduced to Gunn who complimented her on her singing.

Willow knocked on Giles door and led the group inside, out of the shaded courtyard. Once inside the Watchers home Angel lowered the dark blanket he'd used to protect himself from the sun. They'd made their way early from LA to be of the most use to the Sunnydale group.

"Willow we need net-girl," Buffy said without greeting as the wiccan hacker entered.

"Rude much?"

"It's cool Cordy. I know she's really telling me she loves me and needs my help and that the please and thank you are implied in the urgency of her voice," Willow smiled genuinely at the brunette.

"You're in a good mood Red," Spike remarked as he came into the room behind his Sire.

Willow shrugged and moved to the computer still humming the song. Cordelia blinked at Willow's lack of animosity and took a seat on one of the sofas. Angel stood beside Spike, the two vampires glaring at each other.

After about an hour of final minute research it was determined they would go out and find the demon rather than waste another minute. They broke into pairs and left the Watchers home in the direction of Sunnydale's many cemeteries. Angel and Willow walked in silence for a little while.

Angel cleared his throat and smiled when Willow smiled expectantly up at him. "I – uh – Thank you for your help with the computer files."

"Anytime Angel."

"I seem to remember that you weren't often thanked so I'm telling you now that we were, I was very grateful for your help. We'd be very glad to have you visit us. In LA I mean, and I'm sure Cordelia wouldn't mind the tangible company."

"Huh?" Willow asked.

"She has a ghostly houseguest."

"Oh."

"You have a beautiful voice Willow."

"It's the song."

Angel smiled. "You should definitely meet a friend of ours. He runs a karaoke bar. You'd love him."

"Is he like Willie?"

"Erm... no."

"Oh. Ok."

"I'd... I've missed you Willow. It would be really great to see you more often. I could take you to dinner," he added quietly.

"Sure Angel. That'd be great."

"Stop hitting on the witch Soulboy."

Angel groaned and Willow giggled.

"You know you can't get happy."

"He was just..."

"He was suggesting a date Red," Spike insisted.

"He was? You were?" Willow said, amazed.

Angel looked at his feet.

"That's so sweet Angel... but I have to ask... you couldn't smell him on me?"

Angel sniffed the air around Willow and growled at Spike.

"STOP!" Willow called. "No one else knows. I'm trusting you not to tell."

Angel grumbled some more then nodded reluctantly. "But you'll definitely be coming to LA in the *extreme* near future."

Willow nodded and smiled, kissed Angels cheek then walked past him to talk Spikes hand as the group moved further through the cemetery.

-Fin...

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