A/N: I'm back! New house, new school and new LAPTOP!! Not a half working POS computer that will constantly shut off whilst in use. And lots of new fluffy fuffy ideas for Mimic and other one shots i have in mind to go with it (thanks to my girlfriend who constantly asks why i write depressing shit all the time...sorry baby...) So anyways...expect new updates soon!

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Don't own BTVS.

Prologue:

"Willow are you positive-"

"I told you Giles I saw someone. It was very vague but…someone is trapped in a hell dimension. I don't know how or why but I think it's a slayer." Willow cut Giles off in a hurried state. The witch rushed around her room gathering herbs and books, preparing for the spell that was about to be performed.

"Willow, we must think logically before attempting to do something of this magnitude. Your speaking of opening a hell dimension, risking letting something out based on what? A dream?" Giles stood in front of the redhead attempting to halt her movement. Willow easily pushed him aside and scoffed.

"Giles this isn't just some little nightmare alright? I felt her…I felt all the pain and the power and everything. She has been stuck there for goddess knows how long Giles. We can't just leave someone in-in hell!"

Giles took his glasses off and cleaned them slowly, carefully choosing his next words. The old watcher strode over to Willow and placed a hand over hers, halting the witch from her frantic flipping through an old looking spell book.

"What then, Willow? If you open this hell and actually are able to pull this girl through, what then? You don't know how long she has been in there, how much torture she has endured, nothing. What if you pull a crazed being through? A feral slayer is a liability that I cannot release into this house. Not when we have only just begun to train the other slayers. It is not safe Willow."

Willow looked up at Giles with her patented 'resolve face'. At that moment, he knew there was no stopping the determined redhead.

"Giles…this…this kid is suffering. I will not stand by and ignore that…I just can't ok? I'll handle her if things get out of control. I've almost ended the world once; I think I can chain a newbie slayer to the wall if she comes back all bad and moody." The witch added trying to lighten things up a little. After a minute of staring at Willow with a stern expression plastered on his face Giles nodded intently, backing away to let the witch work her magic. Willow skimmed the pages of the old book she was looking at and gave a small smile. Wordlessly the redhead lit a few candles and threw handfuls of colorful herbs onto the floor before her. Giles watched the witch quiet prep work, not able to repress the small glimmer of pride that welled up in his chest at watching Willow work with such skill. The quiet schoolgirl he once knew had grown up into the most powerful witch in the western hemisphere.

"Um Giles…just in case…like you said…" Willow handed Giles a small tranq gun and shackles, not bothering to finish her sentence. Giles already knew what she meant.

"Ok…here goes."

Willow stood up straighter before the chalk outline she had drawn on the floor, the herbs scattered around in the middle. Silently the witch waved her hand over the circle, feeling the dark energy that began to emit in waves off the drawing. Almost instantly the outline on the floor glowed a dark maroon, the herbs Willow had placed in the circle before hand rose into the air, as if stuck in a dust devil they began to swirl around in a circle almost violently. Willow struggled to keep her hand over the circle; sweat began to form on the witch's forehead as she grunted in concentration. Giles continued to watch the ritual in awe, the familiar knot of worry forming in his stomach watching as Willow's red hair slowly took on darker shades.

"Willow if this is too much for you stop-"

"Shut up. I-I'm ok…just….just looking for her essence…so…much pain. Al-almost…wait….there it is"

With a small wince, Willow slammed the hand hovering over the circle into a tight, white-knuckled fist as if grabbing hold of something for dear life.

That's when he saw it.

Slowly, the outline of what appeared to be a skeleton faded into view. The white of the bones gradually grew brighter and more pronounced, while at the same time sinews, muscles and veins began to fill out the boney ribcage, arms, and legs. The watcher couldn't help but flinch at the grotesque sight before him. The skinless being sat on its knees, its arms raised up as if trying to cover its ears…lack of ears at least, slowly but surely, its body proceeded to fill out. Red pulpy organs began to fill out and pink lean muscle's came into view, growing darker as blood began to filter through the body. Blue veins gradually snaked their way throughout creating a complicated network of soft tubing. And finally, soft pale skin began covering the insides of its host. Although the newly formed skin was covering the majority of the red throbbing muscles, it skipped over some areas, leaving small gashes and marks that looked as if they were caused by sharp objects and fire. Giles readily raised the tranquilizer gun, aiming for the person's torso watching as the face became more human. Dark brown hair steadily grew from the girls head, falling just above her shoulders, pale pristine skin covered the rest of her face, revealing that the girl was clenching her eyes shut into a pained grimace, her hands balled into fists on either side of her head. Strangled and agonized whimpers escaped the slayers throat. Giles noticed at the last few moments of the ritual that dark angry bruises along with many laceration wounds marred the young girl's body in numerous places. One wound stuck out in particular, a brand, still leaking pus and blood, read in crimson letters the initials 'R.W.'.

"Dear lord…" Giles muttered, not quite able to take in the scene before him.

Willow stumbled back slightly in exhaustion and looked back at Giles with a tired triumphant smile before turning back to the kneeling girl before her. She looked no older then 16 or 17, her body was weak and thin from malnourishment. Mustering up the most friendly, non-threatening voice, possible Willow gingerly took a step forward.

"Hey….are you alright?"

The girls eyes shot open, quickly the girl winced away from the witch, making her way to a nearby corner, not even noticing her own nudity.

"B-bad…..b….bad…." The girl repeated the word over and over, shying into the corner, terror clouding the dark haired girls face.

"B-bad!...b-b-b-bad…."

Willow held her hands up showing she didn't have anything in them, and continued to advance slowly, trying to not show any aggression.

"We won't hurt you….your safe…do you have a name?"

The girl watched as Willow approached, her body shaking uncontrollably out of fear or pain, maybe even both.

"N-n-name….name name….n-name." The girl mumbled, beginning to rock back and forth in fetal position, her hands holding her knees close to her chest. Willow had finally gotten close enough to the girl and crouched down in front of her.

"It's ok…your safe. You don't need to be afraid. I'm Willow."

The girl stopped rocking and looked at the redhead with wide pained eyes.

"W-w-will…Willow…"

The witch nodded and smiled reassuringly

"Yeah, that's me. Do you have a name?"

The girl stared at Willow vacantly for a minute before looking down at her hands, watching as they shook violently.

"Th-the….d-dark….wh-where…..th-the dark…"

The broken girl buried her face in her shaking hands, muffling a pained cry. Willow slowly and cautiously pulled the girl into her arms, cradling her lithe figure as she cried out in pain. Willow turned to Giles, giving him another small, sad smile.

"Giles…could you get a blanket please?"

A/N: Okay...another one that has just been bouncing around in my head for a while. I have almost all of it written out on paper i just need to quit being lazy and actually type it. This one will only be about 3 or 4 chapters long. Lemme know what you guys think.

A/N 2: New Mimic chapter will be up shortly! Have a nice evening people!