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[yammerer_willow]

I knew he was right, I knew that I would be lost without Connor and Angel, but him begging me, him on his knees before me wasn't helping me hold my ground. "Angel." I whispered as I fell to my own knees. "I..I am so sorry." I didn't know what else to do but just hold him while I cried. I was a fool to believe I could do this alone, I should

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[championbrooder]

I tried reassuring Willow on the way back, but I don't know that she believed me. We finally make it back to the hotel, and everyone except for Cordelia and Wesley is in the lobby. My sister has a bloody hole in her shirt, which is of great concern to me.

No one said much of anything, I guess they weren't sure what to say to Willow just yet. "Everything is okay now, at least, Willow is back to normal and only Lilah is dead." I paused a moment, then moved on to what was really concerning me besides Willow.

"Kathy, what happened to you?"

[_fredburkle_]

"I was just asking her that same question. I'm glad you two are okay." I said, moving so I could see Willow. No black hair or fingernails. She looked so fragile. Angel nodded at me and then returned his gaze to Kathy.

I ventured closer to Willow so that Angel could talk to Kathy without me interrupting. "Hey, you need anything? Maybe a drink or something to eat? It's okay, you're home and you're safe now."

[signia]

Such a relief to see Liam walk through that door with a very less-black and scary Willow. Looked as though he'd been able to mollify the girl enough so we didn't all end up charbroiled. Although considering my earlier bit of news-flash, I wondered if I was even flammable. The very thought depressed me.

Come to think of it, how fucking weird was *I*? The fact that I couldn't die was depressing me? God, maybe I did need a drink.

But I really should have changed before they came home. The second they walked through the door I was getting the third degree about a bit of blood and a torn shirt. "Nothing happened," I said, rather defensively. "It's just a scratch. It's nothing. Really."

[lornegreen]

"You know this girl and her penchant for picking fights," I told Angel with a chuckle. "Must be in the genes. Or maybe just a vampire thing. Either way, everyone's safe, everyone's sound, and we still have a roof over our heads. Right? Right."

Yeah, okay, I was yammering, but really, we should all be concentrating on Willow. After all, she had just been through a tremendous ordeal. Not only did she risk life and limb to save Cordy, she got herself a taste of darkness and lived to tell about it. Now that's defintely something to write home about. Well, except in her case if she wrote home about it, they'd probably disown her even more than they already had. I didn't think it would be possible to take that one any further.

"Alright," I said, rubbing my hands together, eager and altogether relieved that everyone was back in one piece to see another day. "How's about a drink? Anyone?"