Rating: NC-17, eventually
Pairing: Willow/Lindsey, Giles
Word Count: 841 this chapter
Summary: Willow makes an unexpected friend at the coven.
Timeline: Through "Beneath You" (beginning BtVS S7).
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
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Giles paused as he passed Willow's room. Her door was slightly ajar and he could hear laughter - male and female laughter.
Hoping he was wrong as to whom her companion was, Giles knocked on her door as he pushed it open.
"Ah, Willow, I didn't realize you were here," he said, watching as Willow's expression turned guilty and Lindsey smirked.
"Hey, Giles. You, um, remember Lindsey," Willow said, sitting up from her reclining position on her bed.
Lindsey stood from his spot on the floor. "Hello again, Mr. Giles."
With a roll of his eyes, Giles said, "Oh for goodness sakes, just call me Giles."
"Yes, sir," Lindsey agreed, failing to keep a smug look off his face.
"Willow, may I speak with you alone for a moment?" Giles requested.
Willow slid off her bed and with an apologetic look at Lindsey, stepped into the hallway after Giles, closing the door behind her.
"I thought I asked you not to see that boy," Giles said, trying to tamp down his anger.
"I thought I told you I wanted to make up my own mind about him," Willow countered, crossing her arms in defiance.
"So you brought him up to your bedroom?" Giles sneered.
Willow gaped at him. "What kind of slut do you take me for? We're just hanging out. Talking. He's easy to talk to. We're comparing war stories, if you must know."
"What? He's telling you of his work for evil, murderous demons?"
"Not all demons are evil, you know," Willow said. "They can't help being born demons. And sometimes they need lawyers too."
"So, now you're going to defend the rights of demons?" Giles asked. "After everything that you have seen, how can you not believe that demons are inherently evil?"
"Oz wasn't evil," Willow spat. "Oz was just Oz, who happened to turn into a werewolf three nights a month. Have you learned nothing from the Initiative?"
"How dare you compare me to those…those poseurs!" Giles raged.
Giles paced away, and then back. "Why are you letting him get between us like this?"
"I'm not the one being intolerant," Willow insisted. "Maybe if you were a little more open-minded and actually tried talking to the guy instead of just about him, then maybe you'd see he's not so bad."
"Is it really that important to you?" Giles asked, carefully.
"Yeah, I think it is," Willow said.
"Fine, then invite him to stay for supper," Giles suggested.
"What?" Willow couldn't believe how quickly that conversation (argument) had changed.
"I won't say it again," Giles said.
"Right, okay, I'll ask him," Willow rushed to say. "Thanks, Giles."
"Don't thank me yet, we still have to make it through the meal." With that, Giles continued on to his original destination, his room.
Willow slipped back into her room, finding Lindsey sitting on her bed with an open book, upside down, in his hands.
"So, do you want to stay for dinner or what?" Willow asked, grinning.
"I don't know, is it going to be anything like what just happened in the hallway?" Lindsey asked, setting the book aside.
"Oh, I'm sure Giles will have lots of pointed questions about your work in LA," Willow assured him.
"In that case, how can I say no?" Lindsey asked.
"You don't have to, you know," Willow said, sitting next to him. "I'd understand if you want nothing more to do with me. It's not like I'm some potential girlfriend or anything."
"What makes you so sure of that?" Lindsey asked, meeting her eyes.
Willow's breath caught at the undisguised lust that flashed in his eyes. She nearly fell off the bed in her haste to get up.
"Oh, no. No way is this happening," she muttered to herself.
"What's wrong?" Lindsey asked, hurrying to stand before Willow.
Willow shook her head. "I…I can't. I'm not ready. I'm not…"
"You're not what?" Lindsey asked, brushing her hair away from her face. "Why can't we go out if we like each other?"
"Because I'm gay!" Willow blurted out. Lindsey's eyes widened in surprise, but Willow wasn't looking at him. "Oh, and how about because my girlfriend's murder is what caused me to nearly end the world?"
"I didn't know, I swear," Lindsey said, torn between wanting to comfort Willow, but not being sure if she'd reject it. "It's just…I thought I saw something there, in your eyes. I'm sorry, it must have been wishful thinking on my part."
"Don't get me wrong, you're a good-looking guy. Really good-looking. Who knows, maybe if it wasn't so soon after…after Tara, maybe I'd be interested. There were guys before her."
"There were?" Lindsey repeated, hopefully.
"Yeah, there were. But I can't be with anyone right now. You get that, right?" Willow asked, meeting his eyes.
"Yeah, I get that. Come here."
Lindsey opened his arms and Willow gratefully accepted the hug. She tried to deny how good it felt to be in his arms; he was warm and solid, and so very different from Tara.
Continue to Chapter Five