Xander and Oz knocked frantically at Giles' apartment door glancing behind them every so often.

The irate watcher flung open the door, clad in a towel. Soapy suds dribbled down his forehead and he tried his best to blink them from his eyes.

"What in the world could you two possibly want!?"

"Oz really screwed up," Xander said quickly.

"It was your idea!" Oz defended.

"Yeah, well you know that I'm an idiot. You should know better."

"What kind of defense is that?"

"My defense."

"For gods sake, please tell me what the hell are you defending. What did you two do?"

"Oz raised a demon because Willow cheated with Spike," Xander spit out the words rapidly.

"Xander did it," Oz interjected.

"We both did it."

"You two-" Giles sputtered. "You idiots!" He gripped the towel that sat around his waist with one hand, and whipped his glasses off with the other. "Morons." He wiped the back of his hand across his eyes, clearing the suds.

The boys coward as the enraged Brit jabbed his glasses at them as he hissed, "Do you two know what you could have done? What demon did you raise, you cotton brained gits?"

"Two," Xander answered in a small voice.

"Two!?" Giles growled incredulously. He slid his glasses back on and grabbed each idiot in turn and pulled them into his apartment. He saw the bitter old lady who lived across from him eye the scene with horror. He knew what her twisted mind dreamt up at the sight of an older, undressed man pulling two timid, underage boys into his apartment.

"Good evening, Miss Cruille," Giles said cordially.

She stared at him tight lipped before slamming her door closed.

"Bint," Giles muttered as he closed his own door.

XxXxXxXx

Willow managed to keep her parents out for a couple of hours. Mind numbly boring hours. Teeth gnashingly irritating hours. They grilled her about Spike, and Oz, and everything else from grades to the accident with the rebar.

Seconds before sundown she entered her room, closing the door behind her. She smiled when she saw her bed made with fresh sheets. Well made too. She didn't think Spike had it in him... Where was Spike?

"Spike?" she whispered. "You here?"

"Not really anywhere else I'd be. Not with the sun up." He appeared behind her. "No where else I'd rather be."

She figured he must have been hiding in a shadow or some vampire thing like that. "My parents are having a drink. I swear they know what we've done."

Spike wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her nose. "Oh? I don't think you're mother would have let me survive if she knew the things I did to her little girl." He brushed his lips over hers. "And the things I plan on doing."

She was defenseless against his charm, especially when there was kissing involved. "You're evil, you bad, bad man. You've corrupted me." She pressed her lips against his more firmly than he had.

"Mmm, and I'm never letting you go, either."

"Promise?" Willow looked into his eyes with such innocence.

Spike brushed his fingers just under the hem of her blouse. He hoped she never lost that innocence. He loved it. He kissed the tip of her nose.

"I promise," he confirmed.

She beamed and wrapped her arms around his neck, attacking his mouth.

He purred happily and cupped her face in his hands. "I love you, Willow. How in the world did you do that to me?"

Her breath caught in her throat. "Say it again please."

He brushed his nose against hers. "I love you."

"I love you too." She hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest. Spike knew they had to hunt the idiots down and find out what they did, and he knew they had to find the watcher. He definitely knew that Willow's parents could come up at any moment, but the only thing that really mattered to him was keeping her in his arms as long as possible. She had, in such a short time, become the most important person in the world to him.