Series: Save Me From The Nothing I've Become
Author: Grasshopper (A.K.A. The Undertaker's Muse)
Email: uber_bitch13@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language. Slash pairings (male/male, mentions of female/female). Probably some violence.
Pairing: Willow/Shannon Moore, others?
Spoilers: WWE - None at the moment. Buffy the Vampire Slayer - "Grave."
Timeline: For both 'verses, things should be pretty normal, although things may be changed/manipulated to suit my purpose. Hopefully, my muses will allow me to take this story in the direction I want it to go (*knock on wood*). Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Starts out about two weeks after "Grave" and goes to the end of season 7. WWE - starts sometime after Billy and Chuck's commitment ceremony and goes to present time.
Summary: It's on your conscience…
Archiving: Where Angels Burn, Fanfiction.net, and Twisting the Hellmouth. As long as you keep my name on it and let me know where it's going, go ahead and take it.
Author's Notes: This is what happens when you haven't slept in almost twenty-four hours, have had a pot of coffee (with lots of sugar), and have the same three songs repeating for hours. Just so you all know - this was not supposed to be a series! It was supposed to just be a Willow/Shannon song fic, not the prequel to a Xander/Matt story. Nor was it to continue in a Dawn-centric fic (pairing undetermined) and it most certainly was never meant to culminate in a Faith-centric fic (pairing undetermined).
Feedback: Damn skippy, hippy.
Disclaimer: They all belong to God and Satan (A.K.A. Joss Whedon and Vince McMahon, respectively). I only own the story, which is a work of fiction (never has and never will happen). "There Is" belongs to Box Car Racer. "I'm With You" belongs to Avril Lavigne. The story's title and summary come from "Nothing Could Come Between Us" which belongs to Theory of a Deadman. The series' title comes from "Bring Me To Life" which belongs Evanescence.
Prologue
"Giles, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, we don't know what Willow is going to do from here on out. For all we know, she could end up in the same position as she was a couple of weeks ago."
"Buffy, I have explained this to you before. We can not simply see this situation as 'what Willow did,' but also as 'what Willow feels.' She has lost someone that she loves dearly. We all loved Tara, but it's not the same. We both remember how I acted after Jenny's death. You yourself ran away after sending Angel to hell. We know the things that Willow has done and we need time to get past them. But even as we do so, Willow needs to grieve. She needs someone who can help her through this and not be wondering what will happen if she happens to slip up."
"I know." Buffy looked to where Willow was cuddled between Xander and Dawn on the couch in the Summers' living room. "I just don't feel comfortable having her so far away."
"It was bound to happen. Even if she wasn't planning to leave now, Willow would have left eventually. I do not believe that she will ever come back here permanently."
"Giles?"
"It's just…a feeling I have. I believe that, if not for Tara's death, Willow would have stayed in Sunnydale until her own death. However, this town now has too many temptations and not as many reasons to resist."
"So if she doesn't leave, the power that leaks from the Hellmouth may tempt her beyond saving?"
Giles cleaned his glasses as he paced the length of the kitchen. "I believe so. Willow has had a taste of what kind of power that is-"
"More like a mouthful."
"-and is now forever changed because of it. You must remember that she has no longer has a choice about using her magick. It is as much a part of her as breathing, now."
"So we just let her go?"
"Yes. There is no other alternative."
"So after tomorrow…"
"We may never see Willow again."
Sleepily, Dawn curled deeper into Willow's side.
"'m gonna miss you," she mumbled to the redhead.
"I'll miss you, too, Dawnie. Now get some sleep."
"'kay."
Xander covered the teenager with a blanket, then sat back down on Willow's other side.
"Are you going to try talking me out of leaving?"
"No. You'll still end up leaving, and I don't want to argue with you. I think I'd rather just sit here and enjoy your company." Xander wrapped his arm around Willow and kissed her forehead.
"So when do you leave, again?"
"Tomorrow morning at eight."
"And they'll take good care of you?"
"Yes, they'll take good care of me."
"I don't want you to go."
"I know."
Neither spoke after that, content to spend their last few hours together cuddling silently.