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Friendship by Melinda S. Dawney (NC17)
Fandom: BTVS/ATS
Pairing: Willow/Angel
Length:35 chapters plus epilogue, plus three short complete sequels and one incomplete sequel
Author on LJ:no clue
Author Website: http://www.redssoulmates.com/angel/awd.html (the above mentioned sequels)
Why this must be read:Where do I start? Is it the fact that this is the fic that cemented my love for Buffy fanfic and played a huge role in drawing me into the fandom? Is it the fact that I'm not even a Willow/Angel shipper and yet this fic kept me enthralled? That and so much more. Melinda began to write this story before Season Two began, based on a promo of Buffy and Xander doing the sexy dance with a heartbroken Willow on the sidelines. Thus was born the idea that there would be no Buffy/Angel relationship (and no Willow/Xander, as well) so where did that leave Angel and Willow? Melinda's story deals with a friendship that becomes so much more, and she develops Willow in a very intriguing way--her history, her abilities, her personality. She also deals well with Buffy and Angel's relationship. And there's a new clan of vampires to deal with and a prophecy (because there has to be a prophecy!). This story was written over ten years ago and it holds up. I have no clue if Melinda is still around; I'm just glad her story is still on a public archive.
Willow devoured three blocks of sidewalk in silence, square by square. Her pain and frustration expressed themselves with each step. Slap, slap, slap...the rhythm became hypnotic after a while.
Willow finally glanced over at Angel, evaluating his mood.
Angel walked with his hands buried in his jacket pockets. < He's so good at brooding, in that James Dean kinda way. > He met her eyes, his expression guarded.
Willow took a deep breath.
"I slapped Buffy," Willow confessed. < There, I've said it. It's out. >
Angel's eyes widened. No other response.
"I don't know why I hit Buffy--I mean, it's totally unlike me," Willow lamented. "I've never done anything so...antisocial before in my life."
Dark eyes stared at her.
"And back there in the library...it was all I could do not to slap Xander too," Willow included the whole ugly truth.
More silence...< Angel say something, anything. Tell me I'm not going nuts. >
"Maybe I'm possessed," Willow continued, determined to fill up the quiet. "Demonic possession accounts for all kinds of anti-social behavior < Like eating pigs and principals >, doesn't it?"
"Willow, you're not possessed," Angel finally spoke. Relief flooded Willow.
"I'm afraid that it may be something much worse," he finished. Dread replaced her relief. < That's not what he was supposed to say. >
Willow stopped walking. She turned to face him.
"You're kidding right?" Willow searched his eyes desperately. Angel looked serious, somber. "Please tell me you're kidding," Willow pleaded.
"I wish I could," Angel took her hands. < Oh, this is bad. >
"Tell me," she commanded. Willow braced herself for his response.
"Red hair," Angel's mouth swept into an irrepressible smile.
"What?!" < I'm going to kill him! >
"Red hair," Angel seized some Willow's long locks, held them up as evidence. "It's the mark of the devil."
"Oh, You..." Willow steamed. Willow whacked him on the chest. Angel let go of Willow's hair and started laughing. He raised his arms in self-defense.
Friendship This is chapter one; just follow the "next" buttons or go to the website above where all the chapters are linked separately.
Pairing: Willow/Angel
Length:35 chapters plus epilogue, plus three short complete sequels and one incomplete sequel
Author on LJ:no clue
Author Website: http://www.redssoulmates.com/angel/awd.html (the above mentioned sequels)
Why this must be read:Where do I start? Is it the fact that this is the fic that cemented my love for Buffy fanfic and played a huge role in drawing me into the fandom? Is it the fact that I'm not even a Willow/Angel shipper and yet this fic kept me enthralled? That and so much more. Melinda began to write this story before Season Two began, based on a promo of Buffy and Xander doing the sexy dance with a heartbroken Willow on the sidelines. Thus was born the idea that there would be no Buffy/Angel relationship (and no Willow/Xander, as well) so where did that leave Angel and Willow? Melinda's story deals with a friendship that becomes so much more, and she develops Willow in a very intriguing way--her history, her abilities, her personality. She also deals well with Buffy and Angel's relationship. And there's a new clan of vampires to deal with and a prophecy (because there has to be a prophecy!). This story was written over ten years ago and it holds up. I have no clue if Melinda is still around; I'm just glad her story is still on a public archive.
Willow devoured three blocks of sidewalk in silence, square by square. Her pain and frustration expressed themselves with each step. Slap, slap, slap...the rhythm became hypnotic after a while.
Willow finally glanced over at Angel, evaluating his mood.
Angel walked with his hands buried in his jacket pockets. < He's so good at brooding, in that James Dean kinda way. > He met her eyes, his expression guarded.
Willow took a deep breath.
"I slapped Buffy," Willow confessed. < There, I've said it. It's out. >
Angel's eyes widened. No other response.
"I don't know why I hit Buffy--I mean, it's totally unlike me," Willow lamented. "I've never done anything so...antisocial before in my life."
Dark eyes stared at her.
"And back there in the library...it was all I could do not to slap Xander too," Willow included the whole ugly truth.
More silence...< Angel say something, anything. Tell me I'm not going nuts. >
"Maybe I'm possessed," Willow continued, determined to fill up the quiet. "Demonic possession accounts for all kinds of anti-social behavior < Like eating pigs and principals >, doesn't it?"
"Willow, you're not possessed," Angel finally spoke. Relief flooded Willow.
"I'm afraid that it may be something much worse," he finished. Dread replaced her relief. < That's not what he was supposed to say. >
Willow stopped walking. She turned to face him.
"You're kidding right?" Willow searched his eyes desperately. Angel looked serious, somber. "Please tell me you're kidding," Willow pleaded.
"I wish I could," Angel took her hands. < Oh, this is bad. >
"Tell me," she commanded. Willow braced herself for his response.
"Red hair," Angel's mouth swept into an irrepressible smile.
"What?!" < I'm going to kill him! >
"Red hair," Angel seized some Willow's long locks, held them up as evidence. "It's the mark of the devil."
"Oh, You..." Willow steamed. Willow whacked him on the chest. Angel let go of Willow's hair and started laughing. He raised his arms in self-defense.
Friendship This is chapter one; just follow the "next" buttons or go to the website above where all the chapters are linked separately.
Friendship story