Title: That Time of the Month
Author: Jinni (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Pairing: W/Remus Lupin
Genre: BtVS/HP Crossover.
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HP belong to JK Rowling, et al.
Distribution: WLS, WLF, NHA, BMP, Aislin, Serena.
Author’s Note: Pairing #29 at The Quickie Challenge: http://quickie.moonlitpaths.com .
I said it once before and I’ll say it again.
Three days out of the month I’m not that much fun to be around either.
That’s pretty much what I told Oz after I found out he was a werewolf, when we were going to give things a shot and try to make a go at an inter-species relationship. And we did a pretty damn good job of it, in my opinion.
Right up to the whole Veruca thing.
In every way.
Literally, I mean. She was a werewolf too. A female werewolf. Thus, well, bitch.
It makes me laugh when Buffy calls her that, since most of the time my bestest friend forgets that it was the whole truth and not nearly as insulting as we both would like it to be.
But now there’s Remus and I find my heart in the same place it was so long ago with Oz. I trusted Oz and he betrayed me because, in the end, he needed someone like him. Not that I blame him. I only place the blame on myself for not seeing ahead of time that it wasn’t going to work. Yep, things would have been peachy if I could have figured it all out before I fell in love.
So that’s what happened with Remus, too.
I didn’t know about the wolfy side of him. He was visiting Sunnydale for what I later learned was research purposes, and we ran into each other. We clicked. I don’t know why. Still don’t. He is old enough to be my father. I should never have fallen in love with him, it was a statistical anomaly.
But I did.
And then I found out the heartbreaking news.
He is a werewolf.
Doomed to be furry three nights a month.
I only found out last week. He expected me to turn him away, to cast our love aside. Stupid man. As if I could throw away love no matter how badly I’m sure it will end. He’ll want someone like him eventually. And I won’t blame him, just like I didn’t blame Oz.
I’ll blame myself.
She’s quiet this morning. To be honest, she’s been quiet every morning since she found out about my lycanthropy. I don’t think she’s upset with me.
But the fact remains that something is bothering her.
She shrugs, a casual lift and drop of her shoulders; her eyes are focused on the table and the plate of food that sits there. Something I cooked for her before she woke this morning. Its her favorite – a ham and cheese omelet. But she’s only eaten a third of it, hasn’t even touched her juice.
The answer comes a little too quick for my liking, especially when I know that something is very wrong with her.
“Love, I can tell when you’re lying to me.”
She snorted. “Can you? That’s a neat trick. Oz didn’t know that one. . . Or, he never told me if he did.”
I couldn’t help but still at the mention of her ex-boyfriend’s name. She had spoke of him before, most recently last week when we were discussing my lycanthropy. He had been a werewolf too, you see. Just like me, though in a more demonic way, the way that all creatures from the Hellmouth were. He had broken up with her, though she wouldn’t tell me why or how. Something in her eyes said that this was the topic that was haunting her even now, while we sat together eating.
“What is it about Oz that has you so upset lately, Willow?”
She looked up, frightened.
”N-nothing,” Willow stammered, but she could see in my face that I wasn’t going to accept that. “Fine. You want to know why? Oz cheated on me. . . with a female werewolf. Do you know how much that hurt? To get passed over because we weren’t the right species for each other?”
“And you think that’s going to happen again?” The dots were connecting in my head, point to point. “That I’ll find someone else to be with? Someone like me?”
“Of course you will.” She sighed unhappily. “That’s the way my life goes, in case I never mentioned it before. I’m always the dumped, never the dumper. It’s a sad, sad life, believe me.”
I stared at her in shock. She really and truly believes that I will up and leave her the second I find someone ‘better’. Doesn’t she know. . . doesn’t she realize?
“Willow – in case I haven’t made it too clear already – I love you. That’s not something you just cast aside the next time you see a pretty face.”
Poor thing. She had had her heart broken so many times. I could see the pain in the way she moved, her reticence to even look me in the eyes. She was hurting still for mistakes others had made in their handling of her, for the times she had been cast aside and used by those she trusted.
He’s pitying me – I can tell by the look in his eyes. That sad little twinkle that looks like a dying star trying to find a strand of hope to hang to.
I don’t want to be pitied.
“Don’t feel sorry for me.”
“Because I don’t deserve it. This is what Fate gave me and I need to be happy with it. If you leave, you leave. If you don’t, then you don’t. Either way I don’t see where I have a choice in the matter. Its not like I’m going to tie you down to the bed and keep you here with me. . .”
“That sounds like a plan, though,” he murmured, taking my hand in his own. I blushed. That comment *so* had not meant to come out like I said it. . . or how he took it.
“I didn’t mean it like that. . .” The protest sounded weak on my lips and he could see my resolve to be unhappy wavering. Stubborn werewolf.
“So you didn’t,” he shrugged. “But that’s how I took it . . . so finish up with that and let’s get to tying. I’m not going anywhere, Willow. You’re stuck with me.”
The smirk creeps across my face before I can stop it and I reach for my fork, taking another bite of the food he had cooked for me. My mind isn’t on the food now, though. It’s on the bedroom. And the bed. And those strips of silk I got just for a case like this.
He loves me.
And, for now, that’s all I have.
Years from now I’ll know if he means to stay – when I wake up to see him laying next to me, smiling like he had every day since the first.
Until then I just need to deal with this insecurity I feel every month around this time.