CROSSOVER FIC: Not Looking For Someone Else 1/1, FR13 SPN/BTVS
Title: Not Looking For Someone Else
Author: aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: Willow Rosenberg/Sam Winchester
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and company, while Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: fic_variations - sweet
Word Count: 789
Notes: Set post-Season Six and pre-Pilot. What if Willow had gone to LA after Tara’s death instead of going all evil? Slightly AU.
Summary: They weren’t looking for someone else.
When they first laid eyes on one another, they had both silently sworn to themselves that they weren’t looking for someone else. Well-meaning friends had dragged both of them to a new nightclub in LA and they had been drawn to one another the instant that they had seen each other at the crowded bar. It was clichéd but it was still true that misery loved company and it had seemed natural for Sam to follow the small red head upstairs to an area that looked above the dance floor and that was shrouded in shadows. He sat down beside her on the red velvet couch.
Other couples that were occupying other couches surrounded them. And even though they were the only couple that wasn’t making out, the shadowy area offered them both a place to hide from their good-intentioned friends. It was Sam who first broke the silence.
“So why’d your friends drag you here?”
“What?” Willow asked in confusion as she turned to face him.
“Sorry, I just assumed that you were here when you really didn’t want to be,” Sam stated as he started to stand up.
“I am, it just took me by surprise that you knew.”
“You look about the same way that I feel and my friends from school convinced me that the best way to get over a broken heart was to go out and party.”
Willow gave Sam a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. The pain of losing Tara was still too fresh for but Cordelia and Fred had insisted on her coming with them so that she could have some fun and start to heal. They didn’t understand that she was still in too much pain to even consider having fun.
“What happened?” Willow quietly asked.
“We had a stupid fight about my family and she decided to go out of state to visit some friends and to rethink us.”
“That’s pretty rough.”
“What about you?”
“My girlfriend got shot and died just after we had gotten back together,” Willow bluntly said, as her throat threatened to close on her.
“I’m sorry,” Sam said, at a loss for words.
“Yeah so is everyone else,” Willow bitterly stated.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
“Yeah.”
Neither of them bothered to tell their friends that they were leaving; instead they just left so that they wouldn’t have to hear their friends convince them to stay. They made their way to an all-night diner that Sam had had breakfast at that morning. Once they were seated across from one another, they both seemed to relax. As Sam took a bite of the sweet blueberry pie that he had ordered, he couldn’t help but think that if things had been different, he and Willow might have hooked up for a vastly different reason.
“Do you live in LA?” Sam asked, curious to find out more about her.
“No, I’m just visiting some friends. Things are a little too intense for me back at home. Everywhere I go seems to remind me of Tara.”
“Why don’t you tell me about her?”
Over several cups of coffee, they both related stories of Tara and Jess to one another. When they decided to leave, it seemed natural for Willow to go to the hotel that Sam was staying at. Instead of continuing to talk about their loved ones, Sam took Willow in his arms in the darkened room and kissed her. He was a bit surprised when she returned the kiss, but both of them seemed to be working on instinct more than anything else.
Sam felt dizzy when Willow gently nipped at his lower lip, and slipped her hands under his shirt. He pulled her closer as he traced her lips with his tongue. Somehow they managed to make it to the bed without pulling apart. They continued to touch and kiss one another, until they were both lost in the sensations that the other was creating.
When it was over, it seemed natural for her to curl up against him as they slipped into sleep. When Sam woke the next morning, Willow was gone. He felt a bit wounded at first, but he knew that neither of them had been looking for something long term. She had just lost her Tara and he was still hoping that he could fix things with Jess. What they had shared had just been something to help them get through the long night, even if Sam knew that it had meant more than that for the both of them. Part of him wished that things were different, but in the end he was still glad that he had had Willow for at least one night.
**END**
Author: aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: Willow Rosenberg/Sam Winchester
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and company, while Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: fic_variations - sweet
Word Count: 789
Notes: Set post-Season Six and pre-Pilot. What if Willow had gone to LA after Tara’s death instead of going all evil? Slightly AU.
Summary: They weren’t looking for someone else.
When they first laid eyes on one another, they had both silently sworn to themselves that they weren’t looking for someone else. Well-meaning friends had dragged both of them to a new nightclub in LA and they had been drawn to one another the instant that they had seen each other at the crowded bar. It was clichéd but it was still true that misery loved company and it had seemed natural for Sam to follow the small red head upstairs to an area that looked above the dance floor and that was shrouded in shadows. He sat down beside her on the red velvet couch.
Other couples that were occupying other couches surrounded them. And even though they were the only couple that wasn’t making out, the shadowy area offered them both a place to hide from their good-intentioned friends. It was Sam who first broke the silence.
“So why’d your friends drag you here?”
“What?” Willow asked in confusion as she turned to face him.
“Sorry, I just assumed that you were here when you really didn’t want to be,” Sam stated as he started to stand up.
“I am, it just took me by surprise that you knew.”
“You look about the same way that I feel and my friends from school convinced me that the best way to get over a broken heart was to go out and party.”
Willow gave Sam a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. The pain of losing Tara was still too fresh for but Cordelia and Fred had insisted on her coming with them so that she could have some fun and start to heal. They didn’t understand that she was still in too much pain to even consider having fun.
“What happened?” Willow quietly asked.
“We had a stupid fight about my family and she decided to go out of state to visit some friends and to rethink us.”
“That’s pretty rough.”
“What about you?”
“My girlfriend got shot and died just after we had gotten back together,” Willow bluntly said, as her throat threatened to close on her.
“I’m sorry,” Sam said, at a loss for words.
“Yeah so is everyone else,” Willow bitterly stated.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
“Yeah.”
Neither of them bothered to tell their friends that they were leaving; instead they just left so that they wouldn’t have to hear their friends convince them to stay. They made their way to an all-night diner that Sam had had breakfast at that morning. Once they were seated across from one another, they both seemed to relax. As Sam took a bite of the sweet blueberry pie that he had ordered, he couldn’t help but think that if things had been different, he and Willow might have hooked up for a vastly different reason.
“Do you live in LA?” Sam asked, curious to find out more about her.
“No, I’m just visiting some friends. Things are a little too intense for me back at home. Everywhere I go seems to remind me of Tara.”
“Why don’t you tell me about her?”
Over several cups of coffee, they both related stories of Tara and Jess to one another. When they decided to leave, it seemed natural for Willow to go to the hotel that Sam was staying at. Instead of continuing to talk about their loved ones, Sam took Willow in his arms in the darkened room and kissed her. He was a bit surprised when she returned the kiss, but both of them seemed to be working on instinct more than anything else.
Sam felt dizzy when Willow gently nipped at his lower lip, and slipped her hands under his shirt. He pulled her closer as he traced her lips with his tongue. Somehow they managed to make it to the bed without pulling apart. They continued to touch and kiss one another, until they were both lost in the sensations that the other was creating.
When it was over, it seemed natural for her to curl up against him as they slipped into sleep. When Sam woke the next morning, Willow was gone. He felt a bit wounded at first, but he knew that neither of them had been looking for something long term. She had just lost her Tara and he was still hoping that he could fix things with Jess. What they had shared had just been something to help them get through the long night, even if Sam knew that it had meant more than that for the both of them. Part of him wished that things were different, but in the end he was still glad that he had had Willow for at least one night.
**END**