Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words August Rush Day 3:
Word Count: 400
Date Written: 8 August 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
She stops everything when his song comes on the radio. The Dingoes have finally made it big after all this time, and as she listens to the instrumental notes she knows are Oz’s fingers strumming his guitar, she finds her mind going back to a much simpler time. Her eyes drift closed with a smile. She’s parked safely on the side of the road, so she can afford this moment to let herself remember.
She hadn’t thought things had been simple back then. Every night, she’d been scared although she’d fought to hide it, and every day, she’d still expected Vampires to drop out of even the very sky to attack them. Danger had seemed to lurk around every corner, but somehow she and her friends had gotten through it. Not a single one of them had died on Graduation Day, and that had been quite the feat in and of itself.
But even in the craziest times, Oz had had a calming influence on her. She had been able to look at his sweet smile and forget everything else. She’d never had anyone look at her the way he had, and she’d only had one person since then who had. Both Oz and Tara had looked at her as though she’d held their whole world, and she had lost them both.
Tears start to stream down Willow’s face, but suddenly, Oz’s voice croons over her speakers. She remembers his touch, so sweet and calming. She remembers his smile. She remembers the way his eyes had locked with hers and nothing else, not even the Vampires, had seemed to matter. She remembers him and their love, and soon, she’s singing along.
She still knows every word of the song, and by the time it finishes, she’s smiling, thankful for the memories and the time with him shining in her life, she’s calm again, and she’s headed back onto the road -- and toward the next battle. Whatever it is, she knows they’ll win. They’ll defeat the bad guys as they always have, eventually, before. They’ll win.
Maybe she can look Oz up afterwards, but then she remembers something else and sighs, her smile falling into a frown. He’s married now, and besides, she doesn’t really do guys any more after all. Her fingers strum his tune on his steering wheel as she wordlessly admits defeat. She can’t win all the battles.