Disclaimers/Warnings: Most of the characters belong to the evil genius Joss Whedon. There is a little bit of barrowed dialogue. No copy-write infringement intended. There are scenes of two women in a loving and sexual relationship in this story. There is some violence. If any of this is likely to disturb you please do not read.
AN: This story is loosely based on the storyline I heard was explored in the comics (which I admit I have never read) that Buffy goes 200 years in the future and kills Dark Willow. The concept is that this releases "temporal dust" and potentially allowing for alternate time-lines. As I have never read the comics I may eventually work on a prequel to this story to explain what Dark Willow is doing in the 23rd century.
Rating: R/NC17? (at least this first chapter)
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It was 200 years in the future. Buffy had managed to kill Dark Willow, once her geeky best friend from high school. Willow's body lay in front of Buffy, still appearing as youthful as it had 200 years ago. Its black hair turned into its original red color. The eyes were closed. She looked human again. A dead human. Buffy knelt at the side of the body and wept, remembering her cheery, intelligent friend rather than the domineering evil witch that had supposedly ruled this century. As she touched the face of her friend the body strangely became a cloud of shiny black temporal dust. A tear dropped from Buffy's face. "I wish you happiness, Willow" the Slayer said sadly. She mourned the death of her friend, but knew her Willow would be there when she managed to return to her own time. The cloud expanded. The world turned white as it transformed back to how it was in the first year of the millennium.
Willow was with Tara in their bedroom at Buffy's house. Tara had recently returned to her after their terrible break up. Willow could feel the warmth of her lover's naked body pressed against her. Willow rubbed her hand down the skin of the blond's back leaving it at the base drawing circles there to encourage Tara's body to move with the rhythm. Tara accepted the guide and joined Willow's friction. She placed kisses on the redhead's neck and down to her breasts. When she reached the nipple she nibbled teasingly at the spot as it swelled. Encouraged she wrapped her whole mouth around the nipple and sucked lightly. Willow let out a gasp and shuddered. Tara caressed the other breast, and then slid her hand down her lover's torso. Tara raised up her body to look at Willow before Willow pulled her back, squeezing her tightly. Their lips met. As their kiss grew more intense Tara slid her fingers between Willow's legs. She marveled at the wetness she found there. They both moaned. Tara found Willow's clit and drew circles around it. Willow arched. Neither of the women noticed they were levitating nearly twelve inches above the bed. Or that the room around them had become an endless cloud of shiny black dust.
Willow gasped sharply and breathed heavily. Her body shook with pleasure as she climaxed. Simultaneously the cloud of shiny black dust imploded into her. Their bodies fell onto the bed with a thud. Willow continued shaking with something beyond pleasure. She gripped Tara's body more tightly. Tara gazed at her lover with concern. She had never seen such an extreme reaction before. Willow's eyes were still closed as her body finally stopped trembling. They lay in silence, the blond uncertain whether or not to speak. She laid her head between Willow's breasts and listened to the racing heart beat; a sure sign that the very still body was alive. Tara smiled contently and caressed her lover's red hair. Willow's eyes eventually opened. "Whoa" she whispered. Her eyes were dazed.
"Uh...good 'whoa'?" Tara asked, perplexed by Willow's strange behavior. There was no response. Tara looked into Willow's eyes, and tried to establish eye contact. Willow seemed to be looking beyond her. Suddenly, as though just noticing her surroundings she squirmed and struggled to sit up, startled. Tara swiftly got off of her and followed suit.
"What...?" the redhead muttered. Her eye brows crinkled with confusion. She brought her hands to her temples as though experiencing a head ache. Her breathing was still heavy.
"What is it Willow?" Tara's concern grew. She wrapped her arm around Willow's shoulders, wanting to be comforting. "Did- Did I hurt you?" she asked. She drew her hand back in case the answer was yes. She feared that she could be harming her lover further.
"No!" Willow stated assertively before leaning into Tara. She tightly wound her arms around the blond and nuzzled her face into Tara's neck. "Don't leave me" she said anxiously.
Tara could feel warm tears dripping from Willow's eyes onto her own bare shoulder. She wrapped her arms around her lover and pulled her closer. She sighed with relief that she did not in fact hurt the petite redhead. "I won't leave you," the blond asserted as she caressed Willow's back comfortingly. She waited patiently, for Willow to speak to her.
Willow cried softly as she sought consolation from Tara. She allowed herself to calm down and focused on slowing her breathing. "Something happened there..." Willow stated vaguely, "I- I can't explain it." She sat back up and took Tara's hand into hers as she leaned against the headboard of the bed. Tara placed her other hand on top of Willow's. "I feel so... different. Like I suddenly have Knowledge that I shouldn't have," she looked at Tara. Their eyes met.
Tara could see the fear and worry expressed on her lover's face, "What kind of Knowledge?" she asked calmly.
The redhead looked away again "I...don't know, but it involves something terrible that happens," she paused nervously, "to you," she finished.
Tara removed her top hand from Willow's and reached up to her lover's cheek. She gently turned Willow's face toward her and waited until their eyes met again. "Nothing is going to happen to me".
Willow swallowed. She kissed the blond lightly on the cheeks and pulled her into an embrace. "You're right," she stated with determination, "I'm not going to let it".
The next morning they comfortably awoke in each others arms. Willow was positioned on top of Tara as though she were a glorified body pillow. They smiled at each other, nearly forgetting the drama of the previous night. They reluctantly got out of bed and put some outfits together.
"Hmm. Hey, clothes," Willow said casually as she buttoned up her shirt.
Tara looked at her seductively, "Better not get used to them".
"Yes ma'am," Willow smiled as she pulled the blond into a kiss. They happily embraced and continued the smooching.
"Xander!" Tara exclaimed as she saw over her girlfriend's petite body and looked out the window.
"Okay, not quite the response I was fishing for".
"No, he's here," the blond explained.
"Oh, think they're making up?" Willow asked as she pulled out a drawer to look for socks.
"Hope so, that's the best part." Tara smiled.
Suddenly Willow felt a sharp ache in her head and she Knew this was the moment Tara would be torn from her. She felt the inevitable gut-wrenching pain of her Other Self touching the body of her dead lover. She stepped away from the drawer and put hand on her forehead using pressure to try to relieve her pain there. "Tara!" She yelled, as she nearly keeled over, sickened by the image. She knew she wouldn't be able to tell Tara to get away from the window in time. Instead she ran toward her lover and pushed her to the floor of the bedroom. At the same time three loud gun shots were heard from outside. A bullet shattered the window with a bang and hit Willow on the right side of her chest. Willow collapsed. Blood gushed from the wound staining her white blouse.