AN-This is something that just popped into my head. Hope you like it. Let me know if you want me to continue. Any comments, good and bad, are appreciated.
Setting-Post season six before the start of season seven. All characters but W/T is the main pairing.
The flames flickered ever so slightly as the redhead concentrated on the words she was about to speak. If her cadence, her tone, anything was off, then the consequences could be grave. But what of it? The world she now knew was agonizing. True, she still had her friends. And they tried so hard to understand. But none could feel the extent of the pain that she suffered with every day.
The memories were the worst. Those horrid images replaying in her mind each night as she try and sleep. Instead, her body would toss and turn. Sleep was the last thing that would come to her. All she could see was red. Pure red. And then, there was what she had done next. The redhead could not decide which was worse. That fate had intervened and stolen what meant most to her or that she had succumbed to the darkest, most primal power she had ever felt.
Taking a deep breath and shaking her head to clear her mind of those images, Willow Rosenberg stared into the flame. It was time to do something about her dreadful mistakes. It was time to make fate see that it was wrong, that it never should have taken something so precious, so sweet, so beautiful and amazing out of this world. It was time to right the wrongs of the past.
"Goddess of Fate, hear my words." The witch paused only a moment. These were the words that could either bring her back her everything, or, they could destroy the entire world. "I beg of you to listen to me. You are powerful. You are amazing. You are true. But there has been a wrong done to me. There has been a wrong done to the entire world. You know in your will of wills for this to be true. Therefore I beg of you to allow me to correct the most evil things I have done. And I will restore myself and the world to the way it's supposed to be. Please, let me go back and I will do what has to be done."
There was a whirlwind that blew the flickering to a smoldering red ash. Papers, clothing, anything not held down was swirling in a tornado of wind. Willow's red hair stung at her eyes. Finally, she had to cover them to keep the tears of pain from falling. Too many tears had already rolled down her cheeks. It was time to heal all the pain and never let those tear drops be shed.
A bright white light flashed. Willow felt herself being nearly ripped apart. She felt the breath escape her as she landed with such force on her back. It took her some time to gain her focus. Before her eyes could fully recover, a familiar voice was speaking. She couldn't make out what he was saying. But she would know that voice anywhere.
"Are you all right?" The words finally came into focus, as did the familiar face. "I don't know how you did it, but you fell backwards walking forwards. I thought only I was that talented."
"Xander?" Willow's emerald eyes blinked in confusion. He looked so young. And he had that goofy smile on his face. The one he rarely had anymore. Not since he and Anya had broke up.
"Excuse me; do you know me from somewhere?" Xander's smile faded a bit. "It's always good to have a hot chick recognize you. But, well, kinda embarrassing when you don't recognize them back."
The witch looked around her quickly. Luckily, she had landed in front of a store and she could see her reflection. It was nothing like her own. In fact, she would have to say she was around thirty five years old. "I must have seen you around somewhere. You hang out at The Bronze, right?"
Xander lifted one eyebrow. He was curious to know how and older woman would know about The Bronze and him by name. "Well, yeah. On occasion. Do you hang there?"
"I hear about it from my niece all that time. Guess she knows you. Her name is Abby." Willow slowly picked herself off the ground. This was not what she had expected at all.
The young man stood pondering. "Abby, Abby…" He looked down at the older woman. "Sorry, no bells ringing here. Are you sure you're all right? That was a nasty fall you took."
"Just a couple bruises, mainly to my ego." Willow smiled brightly. "My niece sure will be surprised when I tell her that I ran into you. Take it easy."
"You too." Xander watched the dark haired woman quickly escaped around the corner. "That's funny." He sighed to himself. "I'm almost certain there are no Abby's in school." The young man shrugged his shoulders and continued on his way to The Bronze where Cordelia, Buffy, Willow, and Oz all awaited him.
Willow finally made it to the coffee shop. She grabbed a mocha and the Sunnydale times. She couldn't believe how far off her spell was. It was her senior year. And it was only weeks till Thanksgiving, and that ill fated kiss she and Xander allowed themselves to share. All because of Spike and his dang pining for Drusilla.
Willow sighed heavily as she realized the error in wording. Instead of simply thing, she had said things. But did her cheating on Oz rate up there with her most evil of deeds? After all, she had taken lives. She had nearly destroyed her friends. Surely hurting someone, though unintentional, would not rank that high?
Or would it? The witch sighed heavily once again. She could feel the tears burning in her eyes. But she would be darned if she let them fall. So close to getting her everything back and yet so far away. If this is what it took to get Tara back and make the entire world whole again, she would do anything, and she did mean everything to get her back.