Title: Dangerous Type
Author: Ped (sturdevk@calweb.com)
Series: Songs For Secret Lovers (Sequel to "Too Much Fun")
Couple: Willow/ Graham
Rating: PG-13 (For bad words, implied words, and implied violence)
Disclaimer: All things B: TVS and A: TS related are owned and
copyrighted to Joss Whedon, Mutatant Enemy, Fox Studios, the WB Network,
and a lot of production companies. The song belongs to R. Ocasek. I
personally own my procrastinating nature and some Winterfresh Gum,
because it's BLUE flavored!
Spoilers: Season Four Stuff, set during and after "Yoko Factor"
Summary: How does the dissolution of their respective "families" affect
the W/Gr dynamic?
Distribution: List archives, Charity, Temptation Embraced, Triad, My
Site, Jesmin, Sammer (You want it? I'm fairly easy < *snerk* >, ask and
I'll probably say 'Yes!')
Note: The song lyrics come from, Letters to Cleo Online,
http://www.angelfire.com/ny/cleophile/index.html
Note 2: Yes, *another* W/Gr songfic from me! I swear these things help
me with overcoming my writer's block! Really, they do!
Note 3: Alright, I caved! Despite claiming that "A Girl Like You" would
*not* be a series... I wrote a sequel, and this has now become a series
< sigh >. I'm calling it "Songs for Secret Lovers"... unless someone else
can come up with a catchier title.
Note 4: Song lyrics are between the // //
Note 5: As always, thoughts are within the < >
Dedication: To the Herman Goelitz Candy Co., purveyors of that wicked
tasty treat known as Jelly Belly jelly beans (The original gourmet jelly
bean)!


//Can I touch you, are you out of touch
I guess I never noticed that much
Geranium lover, I'm live on your wire
Come and take me whoever you are//

Graham felt the muscles in his jaw twitching. < If *one* more person
asks me where my girlfriend is... I'll... I'll... Great! I can't even
think up a good reaction in my *head* now! >

A pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a warm body rested against
his back, as a feminine voice said, "So where's your girlfriend,
Miller?"

Graham spun around and looked down into the face of the one person he
had been searching for all day. "Scarlett! Finally!" He wrapped his
arms around her and kissed her passionately.

When Graham finally let her up for air, Willow just smiled goofily at
him. "Well, gee, that was nice. What's the occasion?"

"Pretty much you are."

Willow blinked in surprise and managed to get out of Graham's hold.
"Okay, that was an Oz-like moment I *really* didn't need. Goddess!
That nearly took me back to post-Homecoming Senior year in the tales of
Willow and Oz, the mutt-boy." Shaking her head, as if to clear it from
a cobweb or flying insect, Willow then smiled at her boyfriend. "How
you holding up, Tiger?"

"I'm fine, Scarlett." Graham pulled her onto a nearby bench and looked
at her. "I've got to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer
them truthfully, okay?"

"Okay. But I don't do well on pop-quizzes, or at least when I haven't
*studied* the material," she leered as she carefully observed his body.

"Willow!"

"What?"

"Be serious."

"Okay, fine, serious." She sat up straighter and schooled her facial
features into a careful mask.

Graham eyed her warily, but started to ask his questions. "Where's
Buffy?"

"LA. She had an 'Angel' to see," Willow said, airquoting "Angel" to
show her opinion of Buffy's latest actions.

Graham just raised an eyebrow at the answer. < Buffy went to see her ex,
while her current boyfriend is missing. Okay, that's confusing. > He
took a deep breath and began again. "Where's Oz?"

Willow rolled her eyes, and shook her head. "As I told you a week ago,
he left town. Got in his van and drove away. I mean he *was* an
escapee from a secret military installation."

< Shit! She's getting angry, I better ask her the final question, or I
might just lose whatever good graces I've still got with her. > "Okay.
Do you know where Riley is?"

"Well, he's not at my parent's house. He isn't at Xander's, and I
*know* he's not in my dorm room. Other than that, I've no idea where he
could be."

"You're sure?"

"Yup. The plan to hide Riley was kept hush-hush between Riley and
Buffy. Tara, Anya, and I have no knowledge of his whereabouts. And I'm
still not talking to Xander or Giles, so I don't really know if they
know. Ya know?"

"No, but I get your drift." Graham sighed in relief, glad the
confrontation was almost over. "Would you tell me if you saw Riley?"

"Only if it had been a few hours, and I knew he was no longer where I
had seen him."

< That was remarkably blunt. > Graham's left eyebrow rose as he studied
his girlfriend. "Why wouldn't you tell me?"

"Because even though *I* had to send you there to make sure you were
there... You were one of the people that helped re-capture Oz and
imprison Riley." She put her left hand to his face and smiled at him.
"But I'm not letting that stop me from trusting you otherwise, okay?"

Graham grabbed her hand, and kissed her inner wrist. "That's fine,
Scarlett. You doing anything for dinner?"

Willow raised an eyebrow at him. "I'll have you know, Graham Miller,
that despite being raised on the Hellmouth, I do not *do* something at
the evening meal. However, if you were asking me if I would like to go
to dinner with you, the answer is yes."

"Say six, and I'll pick you up at your dorm room?"

Willow leaned over and kissed him. "I'll be there with bells on,
Tiger."

Graham just shot his girlfriend a look. "Not literally, right?" Willow
just smiled up at him, then she walked away from him. Graham closed his
eyes and sent a silent prayer Heavenward. < Please God, don't make her
mean that literally. >

//She's a lot like you
The dangerous type
She's a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight//

Walking down the street after dinner, Willow and Graham let themselves
enjoy a peaceful night that didn't include what their nights usually
did. Namely demons, patrols, and fighting. That's when the dark haired
vampire walked around the corner.

"Angel!?!"

Angel stared at the red head running at him full-tilt. He barely had
time to brace himself before she hit. "Hello there, Little One."

Willow hugged him tighter and managed to buss a kiss on his right
cheek. "It's good to see you, even *if* its in the wake of whatever
badness happened in LA."

Graham stood off to the side, waiting for his girlfriend to introduce
him. When she didn't seem to be doing so, he spoke. "Who's your
friend, Scarlett?"

Willow smacked her forehead and smiled in apology at Graham then Angel.
"Duh! Where are my manners?" She grabbed Graham's arm and pulled him
next to her, then she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Angel, this
is my boyfriend, Graham Miller. Tiger, this is my friend Angel."

Graham looked down at Willow. "Buffy's Ex?"

"I'd like to think I'm more than *just* Buffy's ex." Angel extended his
hand.

Graham stared at it for a second, then grabbed it. "It's a pleasure to
meet you, Angel."

"Likewise." Angel looked at Willow, as if measuring his words he spoke
again. "What has Buffy told you about what happened in LA?"

"Nada. Zip. Zilch. No words for Willow." Willow stopped and thought
for a moment. "Although that *could* be because I haven't been back to
the dorm room in two days. Been too busy doing others things, and of
course other people."

Angel snorted at her comment. < How does she manage to get away with
saying things like that? I don't think I've *ever* seen anyone call
Willow on something she might have said. > He rolled his eyes. "Ha ha,
Little One. So you seriously haven't seen her?"

"Would I lie?" Angel just stared at her and she grinned back at him.
"I mean when it's something trivial like whether or not I'd seen
someone?"

"No, you wouldn't, Little One. I should keep looking for her." He
hugged Willow again. "Come visit sometime soon, I could use better
coffee." The pair of friends laughed at the in-joke, then Angel walked
away with a casual, "Treat her right or find out how it feels to have
your still beating heart torn from your chest," tossed over his shoulder
at Graham.

Graham watched him walk away, then looked down at his girlfriend. "Is
he *always* like that?"

"Oh no. This was a good mood, for him."

"Seriously? That's a good day? Well, there you go. Even when he's good,
he's all Mr. Billowy-coat, king of pain, and girls really..."

Willow shut Graham up by covering his lips with her own. Graham was
happy to be silenced and let the idea go.

//Inside angel, always upset
Keeps on forgetting that we ever met
Can I bring you out in the light
My curiosity's got me tonight//

Anya stared at the blond across the table from her. She sighed when the
other woman didn't speak. "Long uncomfortable silences do nothing for a
conversation. You should tell me about your experience with the Craft.
It's been awhile, but I've cast a number of spells in my time."

Tara eyed the other woman, and grinned mischievously. "Not to mention
punished evil males on behalf of the women they scorned."

"Yeah," Anya sighed in remembrance of the power she used to wield.
"Damn that Xander Harris! It really is *all* his fault! If he hadn't
cheated on Cordelia, then I wouldn't have been brought here, and the
other-world Giles wouldn't have smashed my power center."

Tara raised an eyebrow, suddenly glad that no one else was in the coffee
house that night. "So, shouldn't you actually blame Giles?"

"Oh no. I thought this out, you see other-Giles was simply going on the
scant information Cordelia had told him, before Vamp Willow and Xander
feed from her, while he watched locked in the High School Library
Bookcage. He *had* to believe that *this* world, where the master was
never freed and Vamps never got control of the Hellmouth, was better
than his own. From a mortal perspective, I see his point. *This*
Hellmouth is infinitely cleaner and nicer than the other one. But from
a demon POV, the other Hellmouth was *the* place to be." Anya shuddered
at her brief and fading memories of the *other* Sunnydale.

Tara nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah, I can see where it would be.
But why are you angry with him *now*? I mean I thought you two crazy
kids had patched up that misunderstanding from a few weeks ago."

"We did. But now we're fighting about Willow. *I* think he should get
over whatever problem he has, because she didn't harm anybody by hiding
her relationship with Graham. I know *I* would have wanted to keep that
good-looking man to myself for awhile. Chained to the foot of my bed
preferably."

Tara laughed, a mental image of Graham wearing a loincloth and a slave
collar, at the foot of a bed somewhere, popping into her head
instantly. Then she blinked her eyes and looked at Anya. "Well,
imagination and looks are all you're gonna get. Willow won't share!"
Tara pouted for a moment, her lower lip stuck out outrageously far.

Anya laughed at her antics. "I'm glad you agreed to meet me for coffee,
Tara. I'm having more fun with you than I've had in quite awhile."

Tara took a sip of her coffee and smiled at the other woman. "So am I,
Anya. If you don't mind me asking, why *did* you decide to do it? I
mean you don't honestly believe that crap Xander and Buffy are spouting
about me and Willow, do you?"

"What? That you two are actually lovers, and that Graham is just a
convenient cover?" Tara nodded her head, nearly dreading the other
woman's answer. "By D'Hofryn's beard, NO! The two of them have their
heads stuck so far up their butts, I'm surprised they're not actually
some weird type of human genetic mutation. At least Giles is finally
coming around."

"Yeah, his opinion means a lot to Willow. But I think having *Spike* of
all people defending Willow's actions to the others helped sway his
opinion." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "It could also be that case
of Single Irish malt my father sent him recently as well."

"Tara! I'm shocked that you would resort to bribery of someone to make
them see your opinion as valid!" Anya paused for the space of a
heartbeat, then she continued. "I *like* it!"

"Knew you would. And honestly? My father was hoping to get rid of that
whiskey, he thinks that alcohol, and lots of other things make the body
impure and more open to the *devil's* ways." Tara rolled her opinion of
her father's beliefs.

Anya's forehead scrunched up in confusion. "Then why did he let your
mother teach you the Craft?"

"He didn't *let* my mother do anything! She taught me when he wasn't
home, as he often isn't! Fortunately my older brother was too dense to
realize what she was doing. He just thought it was cooking lessons, and
since that's 'women's work' he left us to it."

"Men are sexists pigs! That may have been true 50 years ago, but with
the changing laws and general attitudes in Western Civilization, Women
are *finally* back to having some of the autonomy we had before the days
of Bubonic plague!"

"Yeah, well, my father and brother *also* tried to convince me and my
mother that the reason we're so strong is because we're part demon. I
was convinced of that, and probably would have remained so... had I not
disproved that theory a few days ago."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I had Spike punch me, I figured his chip wouldn't activate if I
were a demon. Well, he recoiled in pain after he gave me a black eye,
so I figured it was safe to go with the thought that I'm not demon.
That he and I had a long talk about why my father might have thought
that way. Somehow we got to talking about Drusilla and then somehow we
got talking about a few other things. And then well, one thing lead to
another..."

Anya raised an eyebrow at the woman across from her. "You slept with
him?!?"

"Not the way you think. I um, let him feed from me, and I fell
exhausted into his arms. I woke up with him the next morning. It was
nice. I haven't had a male to wake up to, not in awhile, been sticking
with women for the last year."

"Why did you go to women, anyway?"

"They seemed safer. After the way I watched my father dominant my
mother until she died, and then the way my brother treated me... well
women felt more comfortable. Besides, women are better equipped to give
another woman pleasure, for men it's just a guessing game."

Anya threw her head back and laughed in delight at the way the blond
Wiccan was opening up to her. "Are men and women really that
different?"

"Oh yeah. Let me tell you a few stories..."

//She's a lot like you
The dangerous type
She's a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight//

Spike watched from the shadows as his Sire and Riley fought. < This
should go well with Mr. Bits' plan for the Slayer. Having her new lover
fighting her old one should be extremely unmotivating. This should work
to my advantage, perhaps my Yoko factor idea will work. I think Chubs
and Slutty don't realize that *my* witch, Red, her man, and the ex-demon
have all formed a lasting friendship. While I regret pushing the wedge
further between Red and Slutty, I'm not letting it stop me. Slutty
needs to die so that this damned chip can be removed from my head. Only
way I can protect my little blond witch. I can't believe her father
almost convinced her that she was a demon! Worked to my advantage,
though. >

Spike let himself remember the taste and feel of Tara's blood, when she
willingly opened her skin for him to drink from her. He sighed in
satisfaction as he also remembered the way she felt sleeping in his
arms. He looked over when he noticed that His Sire and Riley had fled
the scene, as a military vehicle pulled into the alleyway. He pushed
himself further into the shadows and watched the humans search the
area. He'd almost snuck out of the alleyway when he hears the men
talking, he stops to listen to them.

"Can you believe that Commander Gates in Dead?"

"No, bastard still owed me twenty bucks from the last time we played
poker!"

"Rumor has it that he was killed the same Professor Walsh was."

"That freaky demon thing she created?"

"Yeah, Mason found him up in the caves after he didn't report when he
was supposed to."

"Anyone told Miller yet?"

"Yeah, his girlfriend was there, and she took him up to his room. I
envy him, you know?"

"Why the hell would you want to do that?"

"Because he has someone in his life to keep afloat. How many of the
rest of us can claim that?"

"All of us. We have each other."

"It's not the same thought, is it? Besides, any man Willow loves is
lucky anyway. He's got her, for how ever long she'll let him keep her."

"You're smitten with Miller's girl, Kent?"

"A little. I would have made a play for her had she even hinted that
she was interested." Chad Kent looked over at his fellow operative, and
smiled again. "But then she told me one day after Physics that she was
dating someone I knew, and told me that she was flattered at my
attention, but to cool it or have my ass kicked by Mr. Stoic"

"You actually *knew* she and Miller were dating before even his best
friends?"

"Sure! Willow and I are partners. Besides I think the pressure of
hiding their relationship got to both of them. Having a convenient
alibi provider helped them sometimes."

"You dog!" The other man hit Chad's shoulder. "You actually helped
them sneak around together?"

"Sneaking around is such a nasty phrase, I prefer to think I helped them
along the rocky road to happiness."

"You would, Romance Boy!"

"You're just saying that because I have more luck with the ladies than
you!"

"Damned straight!"

Spike stepped out of the shadows after the two men had climbed back into
their hummer and left the alleyway. He shook his head at the idea of
Red's man having to deal with what's going on. < Poor Commando Boy.
He's got it tough the next few days, especially after the Scooby Gang
breaks up, and Red needs *his* support as well. >

//The museum directors with their high shaking heads
They kick white shadows until they play dead
They want to crack your crosswoird smile
Can I take you out for awhile//

Willow smoothed the hair back from Graham's face, glad that he had
finally fallen asleep. < Goddess! I *knew* he was having trouble the
last few days, I just didn't realize how bad it had gotten. Thankfully
I was here for him. > She was broken out of her thoughts when there was
a light tapping on the door.

She got off the bed and walked over to it. She opened the door a crack
and peered through the slight opening. She raised an eyebrow at the
portable phone was thrust at her. "Phone call for you, Rosenberg.
Sounds like a female."

Willow rolled her eyes and accepted the phone. "Thanks, Guerra. How's
everyone else?"

"Depressed and angry would not be stretching the emotional banner. But
you should talk to the person that called you *here*!"

"I'm always here."

"Well yeah, but they probably didn't know where they were calling when
they got this number off your voice jail message."

"Shoo! As you so sagely pointed out, I've got a phone call." Willow
closed the door between herself and Guerra, picking up the phone and
hitting the "hold" button. "Hello?"

"Finally! Why the hell did I get a hold of you at a frat house Willow?"

Willow rolls her eyes at the teasing, yet accusatory tone of the other
woman's voice. "I'll give you three guesses, Lia, and the first two
don't count."

"Oh that's right, you're dating that extra hunky guy you brought down
here during Spring break. How's he holding up?"

Willow was alerted to how Cordelia worded her question. "What do you
know, Cordelia?"

"Well, I'm not really sure why I got a vision about it, but I saw Buffy
and this black guy fighting, then the black guy dying at the hands of
this creepy, demony thing. *Then* I saw you comforting your guy. I saw
some other stuff too, stuff that Angel *will* have to answer to me
about!"

"What happened?"

"Angel beat up Buffy's new guy. I mean can't he let the 'Romeo and
Juliet, Ours is tragic and gut wrenching love' thing go? Living in the
past is *so* not healthy for anyone!"

"Love is never logical, Lia. You should know that."

"Ha, ha. But seriously, why would I get a vision about the Scooby Gang,
extended version?"

"Don't the PTB send you visions about the problems Angel needs to
solve?"

"Usually, But when I asked the Oracles, they said, and I'm quoting.
'The Red Flame that lights the warrior's way might be extinguished if
the sequence of events you have seen are not stopped.' I yelled at them
about Angel not loving you *that* way, and that you had a mortal man.
The female one said that, 'The Red Flame lights the Warrior's way, not
through romantic love, but through the purity of her spirit.' Then the
male guy called me a 'lower being' and I found myself back at the
entrance under the post office."

"So, wait, what you're telling me is that the *Oracles*, think I'm
important to Angel's fight? And the PTB sent you a vision about *me*,
to keep me alive?" Willow glanced over at Graham's form, checking to
make sure he was still asleep. She sighed when she noticed the deep
even breathing and eye flutterings that signaled his presence in REM
sleep.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, War! So I've got to tell you about the
fights I saw..."

//She's a lot like you
The dangerous type
She's a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight...//

Willow stared in disbelief at the door Buffy just stormed out of. She
looked over in shock at Xander, noticing that he also couldn't believe
what had happened. Before she could say anything, he looked over at
her. "Just don't, Wills."

"Don't what?"

"Don't try and cheer me up. It won't work."

"I wasn't going to *try* that, Alexander LeVelle Harris! ho the hell do
you think you are, anyway?!?" Her raised voice echoing throughout the
room. "Did you know that because of what you told Oz when he was here,
that he actually tried to get me back? Did you know that my boyfriend
is currently drugged to the gills just so he can sleep tonight? His
depression over the death of Forrest Gates, his closest friend besides
the now AWOL Riley Finn, is so great that Colonel McNamara has pulled
him off active duty? At a time when demon activity in the Initiative is
so high, that they're putting the demons together in cages, letting them
tear each other apart? Did you know that I've been the subject of
scrutiny from the PTBs? NO! And Why? Because you've been too busy
blaming me for hiding my relationship with Graham and assuming that my
relationship with Tara is *way* more than it is, that you haven't
bothered to really see me in weeks!"

"The same could be said about you, Wills!"

"What the *hell* are you talking about? I see you, Xander. I see you
better than you probably see yourself. For some reason you let yourself
flounder this year, despite the fact that you've got more potential than
you've *ever* given yourself credit for."

Xander stared in shock at the red head, finally seeing the woman she is,
rather the one he thought she was. He swallowed his anger, and pulled
her to his chest. "I'm sorry I didn't let you grow up in my mind,
Wills. For some reason I keep seeing you wearing pigtails and oversized
overalls, like you did back in high school."

Willow let her head rest on Xander's shoulder. "It's okay, Xander. But
you need to apologize to Graham next time you see him, okay?"

"Just as long as he doesn't try to kill me."

Clapping could be heard from the doorway to the bathroom. The pair of
friends glanced over to see Anya and Tara smiling at them. Anya moved
to embrace Xander from the back. "It's about time you two grew up and
made nice. Having your tension fill my relationship with Xander cut
into the pleasure I got from the many orgasms I got from him."

"Anya..."

Tara rolled her eyes and smiled at Xander. "It's okay, Xander. We're
all friends here, aren't we?"

Xander looked at the blond, as if really seeing her for the first time.
"You still actually want to be my friend?"

"Well sure, if you've finally gotten your head out of your ass."

Willow snorted and looked at her fellow Wicca. "I think your
friendships with both Spike and Anya have made you too bold to go back
to your father's place this summer, Tara."

"Maybe. But I have to live through the next few days first. I've got
this feeling that is the priority now, isn't it?"

Willow looked towards Giles' bedroom, hearing his snores. "We need to
get Giles sober tomorrow, and figure out what Adam's plan is. Cordelia
told me..."

"Cordelia!?! What's she got to do with this?"

"Everything! The PTB sent her a vision about what's happened and what
*might* happen here in Sunnydale if we don't get our act together, and
soon."

"What about Buffy?"

"What about her? She might be the Slayer in name, but when was the last
time you remember her training, or even patrolling? She's more
concerned with the Faith thing, or the Riley thing the last few months.
She more a hindrance right now than an asset. It's one I could do with
out."

Xander smiled at his oldest friend, knowing she had already thought of
something. "What's our plan of action, Coach?"

"Anya, you read the older spell books Tara you read the newer ones,
preferably any of the ones written in Latin. Look for a spell that can
combine people's skills."

Tara smiled and headed for the bookcase. "You *do* realize that Latin
is a truly evil language, right?"

"As Giles, the funny, drooling drunk put it: 'At least when that made no
sense, the Church approved.' So we look for something that can help
us. Let's get cracking!"

"What about Graham, Willow? Won't he worry?"

"He might. But I left him a note, sent him an e-mail, *and* left him a
voice mail message telling him that I'd see him soon and to *not*
recognize me the next time we saw each other."

"Why?"

"Because we're going to break into the Initiative. Seems the disks
Spike gave me earlier actually came from Adam..."


The End