A Different Kind Of Love
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Wheldon and Willard belongs to the wickedly amazing James Wong and Glen Morgan (of X-Files fame). The songs in this story belong to the songwriters who wrote these amazing songs. Please don't sue me, I'm completely and utterly broke and it's for entertainment purposes only.
Timeline: post season 6, Buffy, during the movie Willard.
Rating: PG-13 for violence, swearing and some sexual content (some chapters will be rated R)
Main Character(s): Willow, Willard
Pairing(s): Willow/Tara, Willow/Willard, Buffy/Spike, Xander/Anya
Author's Note: This is an alternate story for both BtVS and Willard. I didn't like how the movie ended so I decided to try to cross Willard over with Buffy the Vampire Slayer to add more of a supernatural flare. In the Buffy universe, Willow didn't go to England, she went to a town to recover from her murderous rampage. In the Willard universe, the end of the movie never happened, the white rat never got killed and Willard never got sent to a mental hosptial. Just thought I'd give a few spoilers. This story is also based on the song Numb by Linkin Park. Anyway, enjoy this story in time for Halloween.
Summary: After her murderous rampage in Sunnydale, Willow moves to a town to start over. While applying for a job at a local shipping company, she meets Willard Stiles, one of the employees at the company. After sticking up for him after he was embarassed by his boss, Willow befriends him and later falls in love with him. But a horrible secret about Willard threatens to shatter Willow's already shattered soul and break her heart. Will she be able put aside her grief over her actions in Sunnydale and the death of Tara to help Willard gain control over his ability to manpulate rats with his mind before it costs Willard his mind and cause Willow once again to fall back to the dark side?
A Different Kind Of Love
June 23, 2002
Brooklyn, New York
Willow Rosenburg stood in the elevator heading up to the offices of Martin/Stiles shipping company. Ever since she moved to New York, she had been looking in close to a hundred places for jobs and so far none had been forthcoming. So after hearing that the company was looking for a new secretary, she decided to apply for it. To Giles, moving to New York was a chance to start over after her horrible experience in Sunnydale. She had killed two men out of revenge and nearly destroyed the world in the process all over the death of her girlfriend Tara. Not wanting to think about it, Willow pushed the thoughts of her mind and focused on getting a job. When the elevator reached it's destination and it's doors opened moments later, she walked out of and headed to her destination.
This place is a little gloomy looking. Willow thought as she glanced at the office and it's employees. She went to the first desk in front of her and cleared her throat. The woman who was sitting in the desk looked up at her.
"Can I help you?" The woman asked.
"My name is Willow Rosenburg." Willow said. "I have an appointment with Mr. Martin regarding the secretary job."
The woman smiled slightly. "Oh, of course. I'll tell him that you're here." She went out of her desk and knocked on the door of the office a few feet away. Willow glanced at the employees and saw that neither of them looked very happy to be there. That worried her.
I wonder what Mr. Martin is like with his employees. She thought. Her thoughts were interrupted by the woman's voice.
"Mr. Martin will see you now, Miss Rosenburg." She said.
Willow nodded her thanks and went into the office. The man sitting in the desk smiled at her when she entered.
"Miss Rosenburg, it's nice to finally meet you in person." he said. "Have a seat."
"Thank you, Mr. Martin." Willow said politely. "I'm pleased to meet you." She then handed him her resume. It took him a few minutes to go through it and then he looked up at Willow.
"Well, according to your resume, you are extremely good with computers and word-processing which is excatly what I need in a secretary."
Willow paused before speaking. "I worked on computers a lot when I was in high school." She said. "I also volunteered at lunchtime to answer phones and put messages through to the teachers."
Mr. Martin looked impressed. "That's impressive. Out of the sixty girls I've interviewed personally for this job, you seemed to be the only person who can make a good contribution to Martin/Stiles. Welcome aboard, Miss Rosenburg."
Willow couldn't believe her good luck. "I got the job?"
"What did you think I said?" Mr. Martin asked with an even stare.
Willow ignored the stare and got up. "Thank you so much. I'll start immediately." She said. "Today if you want me to."
"Of course." Mr. Martin said smiling. "Just sit at the last desk in the back and you can get started."
Willow opened the door to the office and went to the back and sat at the last desk not noticing the name plate that was in front of the desk. She couldn't believe her luck. Oh, my God! I got a job! A real job! Oh, my God! I can't believe I pulled it off. Willow was so lost into thought that she almost didn't hear a voice saying.
"Um, excuse me?"
Willow jumped slightly and looked up to see a tall young man standing in front of her. He looked handsome with dark brown hair and eyes and was wearing a black suit. He was carrying a bag and his coat under his arm. Frowning, Willow noticed the name plate in front of her on the desk and flipped it over. It said 'Willard Stiles'. Upon seeing the name, Willow felt her cheeks growing hot with embarassment. Then she glanced up at the young man.
"I'm so sorry." She said apologically. "I didn't know that this was your desk and I was told to sit here. I mean, I should've asked if there was anyone going to be sitting here and maybe if somebody mentioned that you were going to be here, I would've picked somewhere else to sit ..."
Willow could tell by the smiling glint in the young man's eyes that she was babbling and she stopped. Again, her cheeks grew hot with embarassment. He even had a brief smile on his handsome face, which to Willow, it was a good sign. Then the woman who escorted Willow to Mr. Martin's office came up to him with a glare.
"Mr. Martin wants to see you." she said.
The young man nodded and went to the office door and disappeared inside Mr. Martin's office. Willow sat back down and sighed. Curious about the young man, she got up, and tapped the shoulder of the woman at the next desk.
"Who is he?" Willow asked. "The man whose desk I'm sitting in."
"His name is Willard Stiles." Her fellow co-worker answered. "His father started this company a long time ago. Mr. Martin has known his family for a long tme. After his father died, he's been trying to take care of his mother and he's never had any friends not even as a chlid. I don't think I've met someone as sad and lonely as Willard."
I don't think so either. Willow thought feeling an ounce of sympathy for him. Then the sound of shouting interrupted her thoughts and she saw Willard walking out of the office with Mr. Martin walking after him yelling at him. Willow could feel both her sympathy for Willard and her anger building inside of her but she managed to keep her seething rage from boiling over. She moved out of his desk and sat in the desk in front of his. Willow jumped when Mr. Martin slammed the door of his office and she turned back to come face to face with Willard.
"Hi." She said "Remember me?"
Willard nodded. "You were sitting at my desk." He said.
"And for that, I'm sorry." Willow repeated. "Like I said, I had no idea that it was your desk." Noticing the sad look on Willard's face, she glanced at him sympathically and smiled a gentle, soft smile. He must've noticed her gentle smile because he suddenly had tears in his eyes. Seeing the tears in Willard's eyes, Willow surpressed a pang of sadness and pain that was threatening to overwhlem her. It took of all of her strength and self-restaint to keep from completely losing it in front of Willard and all of her other co-workers.
"Willow." She said softly.
"I'm sorry?" Willard asked.
"My name." Willow said. "That's my name, Willow."
"Willow." Willard repeated. "That's a pretty name." Willow blushed slightly.
"Thanks." She said. "Listen, Willard. If you ever want to talk, just say my name and I'll be willing to listen." Willow wrote her number down on a card and gave it to Willard.
"There's my phone number." She said. "Call me anytime. Night or day."
Willard took the card and smiled briefly at her as if to say 'thank you'. Willow smiled at him back as if to say 'you're welcome' and then she went to work on her new job.
The next day ...
Willow dashed out of the elevator and ran to the office of Martin/Stiles worried that she was late. She had woken up late and barely had enough time to shower or to eat breakfast. She also gotten a ride from Giles which helped her a lot and kept her from being even more late for work. She almost crashed into Mr. Martin as she was running to get to her desk.
"Mr. Martin, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed.
"No, no. it's okay, Willow. Just don't run in the office that's all." He said.
"Am I late?" she asked worried.
Mr. Martin glanced at the clock. "No, you are on time." He said.
Willow breathed a sigh of relief and went to her desk. After answering a qiuck call, she turned to see that Willard's desk was empty. That indicated to her that he hadn't arrived yet. She glanced at the clock and found that he was twenty minutes late for work. Then she saw Martin come out of his office with a lock in his hand. Frowning, Willow got up from her desk and followed her boss to the elevator. She saw that someone was in the elevator. It was Willard. What happened next shocked and angered her. Martin placed the lock around the ring of the elevator lock and began shouting at him. Willow didn't pay attention to what Martin was shouting about and only focused on Willard. He looked very upset and almost angry. At that point, Martin didn't remove the lock and went back to his office slamming the door behind him.
Willow didn't return to her desk and instead went to the elevator. She glanced at Willard sympathically.
"Here, allow me." she said. Willow removed the lock and opened the door. Then she offered her hand out to him. Hesitant at first, Willard took her hand and held it as they walked together back to the office. Neither of them said anything as they went back to their own desks. Willow couldn't help but feeling sorry for Willard. She had only met him twenty-four hours ago but already she was feeling that they had some sort of a connection to each other. A connection that she couldn't explain not even to Giles. For the rest of the day, all Willow could think about was Willard. She even wondered if there was anything she could possibly do to get him smiling again.
I think what Willard really needs right now is a friend. Right now, I'm all that he's got as a friend. I mean, I extended my hand of friendship and he willingly took it. Well, almost willingly. He was a little hesitant at first. But he's very lonely and he needs it. What can I do to get him to trust me more than he does now?
I know this is not how I would start my stories so please bear with me. Chapter 2 will be up soon!!!