Willow felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach, one that lingered like poison. Bored Now. She bit back the words with a smile. "Ready?" She asked Buffy, who sat cross-legged in front of her, also smiling.
"I'm ready Will," said Buffy. Willow stared down at the mixture of asphodel roots and the heart of frog below her as if they were volatile. I've gone pro. Seethed with uncertainty, Willow stared at Buffy.
Buffy stared back, wavering whether to ask Willow if she was okay. "Will, everything alright?"
Willow, unbeknownst to Buffy, was biting back every ounce of herself to get up and leave the empty gymnasium they were in.
Moonlight streaked in through the gym's grimy windows, illuminating the cold white floor an eerie silver. That was the only light Buffy and Willow had.
Willow felt trapped. "Yeah... um, totally. One hundred thousand percent okay... I think we should start by, did I add enough..."
Buffy gently reaches her hand and touches Willow's.
"Willow, what's up?" The touch of Buffy's hand made Willow stop rambling, and instead focus on Buffy's soft, green eyes. Abracadabra.
Willow knew there was no way of getting out of this one.
"I feel... I feel like If I do this... I'll go off the deep end," said Willow, fighting back to run.
Buffy then gives off a smile laugh. "Go off the deep end? Will... you made about a thousand normal girls into slayers with your magic. Doing this is slightly less climatic and, for the record, you're good. Your magic is healed, its beautiful. What makes you think you'll go all veiny and blacky on me?"
Willow gives Buffy yet again another unsure look. "I get what I did... but Buffy... I wasn't messing with the natural forces of life for what I did to that scythe, this..."
"... This is okay Will," Said Buffy, still holding her smile. Willow gives a slight smile in return, but her mind is still drowning in fear of going back to the Willow that almost destroyed the world. Let me tell you something about Willow. She's a loser, and she always has been. People picked on Willow in junior high school, high school, up until college with her stupid mousy ways. And now... Willow's a junkie.
"But is it Buffy? What you want me to do for you is far more dangerous than anything I think I've ever done. Do you know how much magic it will take to pull off something like this? A lot, like, more than Xander's need for 'Star Trek' alot."
"You can do this Willow. Think of the benefits it'll have, what I could do for the world," said Buffy, her eyes staring into Willow's.
Willow then contemplates Buffy's request thoughtfully. "Give me your hands," said Willow.
Buffy outstretches her hands and gives them to Willow willingly. Willow takes them and closes her eyes.
For a while, all remains silent. Buffy stares at Willow, unsure.
"Are we waiting for the President or..."
"Sh," Willow mutters.
Buffy shrugs and closes her eyes. Suddenly, a dazzling white glow seems to emanate from Willow. It is bright and majestic and all it needs to be. Swift and fast, soon the whole of this dirty gymnasium is flooded with a bright light, Willow and Buffy the center of this spectacular sight.
Buffy doesn't dare open her eyes, nor Willow.
Its as if the bright white light has a heartbeat of its own, matched with Buffy and Willow's. Soon, the white light becomes a little to bright, and the floor is now glowing itself, the light devouring everything.
Soon windows shatter, their edges tinged with white. The floor cracks, white pouring through.
Buffy's eyes fly open, extremely distressed. "Uh, Will... WILL...," she urgently addresses Willow, but soon Buffy is blown back, the white light disappeared.
Willow's head is slumped, and then she looks up at Buffy.
"Congratulations Buffy, you are now invincible and immortal."