Glad you Came (part 1)
By: Ashley Matthews
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sunnydale is under attack within a demon war...
Feedback: Always appreciated
Disclaimer: Joss-The devil and God all in one-owns EVERYTHING...though some
time's I wish he didn't.(shh)
Season: 4, after the events of New Moon Rising, but keep in mind, the world
of Willow&Tara doesn't exist in my universe, so don't expect Tara in this
story! Let's just say Oz came back and no one-but Willow-didn't want to
stay all right?
A/N: This is (not surprisingly) not an overall BTVS story, if you know me
well, you'll know what it's about, but if you don't, I'm not ruining the
surprise! (Even though you've probably already guessed!) Chapter 2 soon to
come! (P.S the chapters aren't very long R&R!)
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Demons, there were too many of them. Even for the Slayer. Her shirt
slick with blood, as well as her face. This was the second day of this
demon invasion on her home town, and soon the world. She heard a sharp
crack behind her, she didn't have to look back to know it was Angel
snapping the demon's neck he was fighting against. Angel and Cordelia had
traveled from L.A to help them, taking the risk of falling in love again,
or dying. The sun had gone down about half-an hour ago, so it was getting
harder to spot her opponents. Suddenly she heard a cry of pain from
somewhere to her right. She knew that voice.
"Willow!"
A demon had struck Willow Rosenberg's arm, causing it to become deadened.
She had fallen to the ground, her numb limb curled up underneath her. Like
Buffy, her clothes were blood covered wounds and scratched around her body,
a few smudges of blood on her face.
Buffy ran towards Willow's direction. Redirecting the demon into
combat a few feet away. Willow moaned, she was exhausted, and her vision
would start to cloud soon.
Willow fairly saw a figure in front of her fighting off a vampire.
"Oz..." her voice was barely audible. She heard a slight cry a pain, then
the satisfying scream of a vampire becoming dust.
"Willow..." Oz crouched down next to her, letting her lean against him.
Willow looked up at his face, and noticed something, Oz's neck was
bleeding. Two deep scratches marked where a vampire had tried to bite him.
"You're hurt..." her voice was a faint whisper, her mind starting to fall
into unconsciousness.
"Shh...I'm okay..." he gently cradled her head in his arms, not sheded
tears gleaming in his beautiful green eyes.
"Thanks for coming..." Willow heard herself say, then...darkness.
Willow groaned her eyes fluttering open. She was lying under the covers of Giles' bed, her arm wrapped in a few different bandages; at least she could move it now. "Oz..." Oz was leaning over her, a small damp washcloth in his hand, wiping off some the blood on her face. He gently placed the slightly blood stained rag aside, smiling down at her. The house was dark, with the exception of a few low lighted lamps and candles. The gang was downstairs, tending to their wounds and working on strategies. Buffy kept urging Giles to let her go out and fight. "Giles, people are dying.you can't expect me to sit around and let it happen!" "Buffy, calm down. We have to work on a plan; we don't want anyone to get hurt." "Hurt.like Willow. Giles, people are getting hurt. Look out that door; you can smell the blood anywhere you go. If you don't let me out there more people'll be killed!" Buffy was yelling pretty loud, Willow and Oz listened to the argument as it went on. Willow let out a long sigh, squirming to sit up against the bed's backboard. Oz gently scratched at the large band-aid on his neck, both not speaking. "Will.I'm glad you called me.or else I wouldn't have come.you could've died." Oz's voice was quiet, as if thinking more than speaking. "It's no big thing.you saved my life.again.I was just lucky you came." Willow looked into his eyes, Oz doing the same. "Hey.I'll always come when you call me." A smile appeared on Willow's face, a few solitary tears welling in her eyes. "I missed you Oz." Oz leaned forwards, gently caressing Willow's cheek. "After I left.it was.I don't even think there's a word to describe how miserable I felt inside.no matter how much I tried to hide it." Oz trained off, shocked that he had revealed this, he'd been keeping bottled up for so long.and he had released it, to no other than Willow herself. Willow swiftly leant in, catching his lips with hers. She had missed his kisses, the way they were so gentle and intimate, and yet how they were so powerful and hungry. When she finally pulled away, she saw the shock in Oz's eyes, mixed in with happiness. She sighed in relief. Suddenly she noticed something.there was no conversation coming from downstairs. "Where did everyone go?" Willow and Oz walked peered over the railing of Giles' loft bedroom. "They probably went back to the fighting.didn't want to bother you." He looked back over at her, seeing that she looked distressed. "Are you okay?" No, she wasn't okay. Every time she closed her eyes, visions of the war- zone flashed in her mind, the dead innocence.the demons laughing in delight.Buffy trying to stop it all. The stress of it all made her lean against the railing more support. "Will." He leaned over to her, helping her stay on her feet. "I should go get Giles or someone." "No.please." Willow looked up into his eyes. "I don't want to be alone.not now." Oz once again stroked her cheek, nodding slightly. Gentle, strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her off the ground lightly, and laying her back on the bed. Oz took his seat once more, his eyes never leaving her face. She leaned in again, hugging him, he didn't know why, but then again, he really didn't care. "Don't leave." Oz's eyebrows rose slightly. "Please." "But we might die here." "Then we'll die.at least we'll be together."
Tomorrow they would be out there, fighting in the bloodbath that was now Sunnydale, but for right now, they embraced the love they had left behind so carelessly. Now was their time, where the real world, pain, hurt, all of those things didn't matter.all that mattered was them, and their newly reunited love.
To Be Continued.
Willow groaned her eyes fluttering open. She was lying under the covers of Giles' bed, her arm wrapped in a few different bandages; at least she could move it now. "Oz..." Oz was leaning over her, a small damp washcloth in his hand, wiping off some the blood on her face. He gently placed the slightly blood stained rag aside, smiling down at her. The house was dark, with the exception of a few low lighted lamps and candles. The gang was downstairs, tending to their wounds and working on strategies. Buffy kept urging Giles to let her go out and fight. "Giles, people are dying.you can't expect me to sit around and let it happen!" "Buffy, calm down. We have to work on a plan; we don't want anyone to get hurt." "Hurt.like Willow. Giles, people are getting hurt. Look out that door; you can smell the blood anywhere you go. If you don't let me out there more people'll be killed!" Buffy was yelling pretty loud, Willow and Oz listened to the argument as it went on. Willow let out a long sigh, squirming to sit up against the bed's backboard. Oz gently scratched at the large band-aid on his neck, both not speaking. "Will.I'm glad you called me.or else I wouldn't have come.you could've died." Oz's voice was quiet, as if thinking more than speaking. "It's no big thing.you saved my life.again.I was just lucky you came." Willow looked into his eyes, Oz doing the same. "Hey.I'll always come when you call me." A smile appeared on Willow's face, a few solitary tears welling in her eyes. "I missed you Oz." Oz leaned forwards, gently caressing Willow's cheek. "After I left.it was.I don't even think there's a word to describe how miserable I felt inside.no matter how much I tried to hide it." Oz trained off, shocked that he had revealed this, he'd been keeping bottled up for so long.and he had released it, to no other than Willow herself. Willow swiftly leant in, catching his lips with hers. She had missed his kisses, the way they were so gentle and intimate, and yet how they were so powerful and hungry. When she finally pulled away, she saw the shock in Oz's eyes, mixed in with happiness. She sighed in relief. Suddenly she noticed something.there was no conversation coming from downstairs. "Where did everyone go?" Willow and Oz walked peered over the railing of Giles' loft bedroom. "They probably went back to the fighting.didn't want to bother you." He looked back over at her, seeing that she looked distressed. "Are you okay?" No, she wasn't okay. Every time she closed her eyes, visions of the war- zone flashed in her mind, the dead innocence.the demons laughing in delight.Buffy trying to stop it all. The stress of it all made her lean against the railing more support. "Will." He leaned over to her, helping her stay on her feet. "I should go get Giles or someone." "No.please." Willow looked up into his eyes. "I don't want to be alone.not now." Oz once again stroked her cheek, nodding slightly. Gentle, strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her off the ground lightly, and laying her back on the bed. Oz took his seat once more, his eyes never leaving her face. She leaned in again, hugging him, he didn't know why, but then again, he really didn't care. "Don't leave." Oz's eyebrows rose slightly. "Please." "But we might die here." "Then we'll die.at least we'll be together."
Tomorrow they would be out there, fighting in the bloodbath that was now Sunnydale, but for right now, they embraced the love they had left behind so carelessly. Now was their time, where the real world, pain, hurt, all of those things didn't matter.all that mattered was them, and their newly reunited love.
To Be Continued.