Nothing like moving to make a man...move
"Willow, I said I'll help you, and I will. After all, I'm a farm boy, remember. We move stuff all the time." What a smooth thing to say, Riley.
I followed her back to her house, the one she'd shared with her parents off campus. I was keeping a watchful eye around. She may know about SubT's, but that didn't make her the expert. I guess growing up in Sunnydale gives you some insight, but still, I was the trained one. Willow's just a girl.
I found I didn't quite know what to say. "Willow," I stared and stopped. How do you tell someone, "Gee, I'm sorry you're parents were torn apart, well, their necks anyway by demons. But I'm working really hard to find them, and imprison them so Professor Walsh can do experiments on them". I sighed. I'd always wanted to be like a superhero, I mean, like this, all my life. But like superheroes in the comics, we can't tell people what we do. Some days, it just seems wrong.
So I tried again. "Willow, I'm sorry. I really am. There isn't much a man can say, or anyone for that matter, that might make the grief better. Except, it does get better." How stupid was that, right?
"Anyway, so what else do you need help moving/packing? I can help with the packing, and in the morning I think I've got a friend with a truck we can borrow, if yu need one." Oh, and I hope you don't mind if it's Green. Actually, we have a few civilian vehicles for undercover maneuvers, that we do most of the time. I can requisition a truck with little problem.
"And, where are we taking it?" I looked at her, and realized I really did like her. Pretty, smart, and probably wouldn't be too bothered, if and when she found out I was part of a military operation called The Initiative, which is dedicated to getting the monsters off the street that killed her parents. And all the other's too. Buffy, is cute. But Willow, she had depth I can't see in Buffy.
Maybe it's just that Willow is a little peculiar.
I followed her back to her house, the one she'd shared with her parents off campus. I was keeping a watchful eye around. She may know about SubT's, but that didn't make her the expert. I guess growing up in Sunnydale gives you some insight, but still, I was the trained one. Willow's just a girl.
I found I didn't quite know what to say. "Willow," I stared and stopped. How do you tell someone, "Gee, I'm sorry you're parents were torn apart, well, their necks anyway by demons. But I'm working really hard to find them, and imprison them so Professor Walsh can do experiments on them". I sighed. I'd always wanted to be like a superhero, I mean, like this, all my life. But like superheroes in the comics, we can't tell people what we do. Some days, it just seems wrong.
So I tried again. "Willow, I'm sorry. I really am. There isn't much a man can say, or anyone for that matter, that might make the grief better. Except, it does get better." How stupid was that, right?
"Anyway, so what else do you need help moving/packing? I can help with the packing, and in the morning I think I've got a friend with a truck we can borrow, if yu need one." Oh, and I hope you don't mind if it's Green. Actually, we have a few civilian vehicles for undercover maneuvers, that we do most of the time. I can requisition a truck with little problem.
"And, where are we taking it?" I looked at her, and realized I really did like her. Pretty, smart, and probably wouldn't be too bothered, if and when she found out I was part of a military operation called The Initiative, which is dedicated to getting the monsters off the street that killed her parents. And all the other's too. Buffy, is cute. But Willow, she had depth I can't see in Buffy.
Maybe it's just that Willow is a little peculiar.