When she woke up she felt like she had been smacked in the head with something large. She looked over at the clock and it said 3:05 A.M. She felt empty and she was really cold. She got up and a wave of nausea hit her, but she stayed up anyway. It didn't want to lay there and cry anymore. She wanted food. No. She wanted water.

'Water good,' she thought as she walked out of her dark room and into the dark kitchen.

When she hit the light switch, she had to cover her already burning eyes from the light. It was so cold, but she still didn't want to lay back down. Once she had her water she headed into the living room. She had expected to see Oz, but he wasn't there. The blankets he had been using were folded up and piled on the edge of the sofa. On the coffee table lay a piece of paper. She picked it up and read it.

"Willow, I hate that I have to leave like this. I hate that you're in pain and I hate that I can't fix that pain. I honestly believe that you love that girl. That fact is apparent and undeniable. I guarantee that she will come around. Anyone who wouldn't shouldn't be with you; shouldn't be able to live. You are the most amazing person and I think Kennedy knows that. I hope you fix it. I hope you two will figure it out and most of all I hope you are happy. I'll always love you, Willow. Oz."

She sat the letter down and sat back further into the sofa. She almost started to cry again, but instead was startled by the ring of the telephone. She got up and answered it.

"Hello," she answered weakly.

Xander had picked her up a few minutes ago and they were now headed to the Watchers' Headquarters.

"What did the page say again?"

"All Buffy said was come now. There was absolutely no hint of what the hell she would what at three in the morning."


They were silent the rest of the way there.

"Kennedy," she whispered as she laid eyes on the beautiful brunette that was sitting just feet away from her. Kennedy turned to Giles.

"No. No marks or symbols that we saw. There was nothing to show that there was anything different about these vampires. They might not have been members of one of the gangs."

"So, why are we here? 'Cause I love you all but it's like 3…no make that 3:30 in the morning."

"Apparently there is some sort of rivalry going on in Cleveland. A Watcher was killed."

"That's horrible. Who's Watcher?" Willow asked.
"He was Kennedy's." Giles said.

"Well, not technically. He was more of a friend."

"I'm sorry," Xander said, "Do you know who did it?"

"No, but we have a pretty good idea. Faith's there now, probably beating the crap out of something."

'God, she's pretty," Willow thought. 'She talks so wonderfully. I want kiss her. I wanna touch her. I want her to look at me. Why won't she look at me.'

"What are we going to do? I mean Cleveland's kinda, you know…on a different continent." Willow added.

"I don't know, Will, but we should do whatever soon," Buffy said.
"Why do you say that?" Giles asked.

"It's clear that these guys aren't easing up and that might be a problem. Maybe I should pay a little visit to the Hellmouth," she paused and contemplated, "the other Hellmouth."

"Why you?" Willow could see Kennedy's anger growing.

"You're too close. Plus, you've already made trips there and back once. You shouldn't have to go again."

"It's my fight. I'm not too close and I have nothing here anyway." She looked over at Willow, who lowered her head. "I think it's a better idea if I go. It would just be easier." She looked over at Willow once more. "I better go."

Willow looked at the floor and made up her mind not to follow Kennedy, but her legs had other ideas. She went after her.

The kiss ended and Kennedy pulled away sharply, completely taken aback by her own actions. She had wanted to be strong, wanted to stay clear headed. She couldn't. Willow did something to her. Something powerful pulled her to Willow. Something Kennedy tried not to feel, tried to deny. Love. A deep, passionate love that she had felt the majority of the time she had known Willow.

"Um…now I'm confused," Willow said, breathless.

"So am I. Possibly more so."

Willow tried to kiss her again, but Kennedy stepped backwards.


"I can't do this."


"No, I can't. You can't do this. You can't just-"

"Stop. Stop trying to push me away. Just stop. Why won't you believe that I love you and I want to be with you?"

"Why? 'Cause I just spend weeks thinking you didn't love me and quite frankly I still don't think you really-"

"I do. I love you so much. I want to be with you. I want you to look at me like I'm the only person in the whole world. I want you to hold me and I want you to tell me you love me."

"I love you and I want you and I-"

Willow didn't wait for her to finish. She kissed her. She held onto her with every bit of strength she had and didn't let go even after the kiss ended. When it did she pressed her forehead to Kennedy's and lightly pecked her lips once more.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Has anyone ever told you you're a lot of work?"

"I am a little high maintenance."

Willow laughed. "A little?"

"That may be a slight embellishment."

Willow looked at Kennedy and was really afraid of what Kennedy would say to her next question, but had to ask anyway.



"Do you wanna um…go home?"

"I would love to, but what about Oz?"

Kennedy lowered Willow to the bed and pulled the sheets over them. She wanted Willow more than she could stand. More than she ever had.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too."

The phone rang and Willow picked it up.


"Hey, Will. Just called to tell you that me and Faith kicked some vamp gang butt. We scrunched them. There were like 20 of them. I haven't had a fight like that in a long time."

"Sounds exciting."

"Don't mock me. How's Kennedy?"

"She's good."

"Have you two left your bedroom in the last week?"

"We showered a couple of times."

"Nice. Tell her the news. We'll be back in England some time in the next couple of days."

"Okay, see you then and you two behave."

"You too."

"Bye, Buffy."

She hung up the phone and before her hand even left the receiver a pair of tanned arms snaked around her waist.

"Who was that?" Kennedy asked, as she kissed Willow's neck.

"Buffy. She called to say she and Faith killed the bad guys and they will be back in a couple of days."

"That's fantastic. Let's celebrate." She began to push Willow towards the bedroom.

"You read my mind."

End Note: This is my final chapter for this story. I know I said I would include some smuttiness, but I tried and it just didn't fit with what I wanted to do with the ending. If you want I will write the "behind the scenes" stuff and post it. Tell me what you think and thanks to you all for reading it. Hopefully, I can make you all crazy again soon.