This story is rewritten after I re watched the Buffy seasons.

"Rupert, we sense a mystical reading coming from Sunnydale. A dark magic force is rising." The witch's voice was practiced in his ear. It didn't faze her. Why had she called on him for this task? He'd told no one about deep roots in that California town.

"You must send someone on it right away." Giles told her coolly. Acting as if he didn't have a deep set fear in his stomach. Who could it be? He could only think of one Witch, and he refused to believe she'd gone that far off the dark end.

The older witch smiled, "We have someone in mind. Someone who we feel can handle this on a personal level." Only one person he knew off, himself.

"Your sending me." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"Yes. We will transfer magic over to you, you're trained well enough to handle it."

Giles removed his glasses and began to clean them. A habit he had developed. He processed the information, realizing that his fear had been confirmed. The witch in question, was Willow. He should have been more firm with her. But his fear of her hating him has overcome that.

The witch moved from her seat and walked gracefully towards him. "The transfer won't hurt to much. More of a sting." Of course, nothing could be painless.

"Of course." He replied simply. The witch moved closer to him, placing her palm on his chest. In a few seconds he felt the electricity of the magic coursing through his blood. He clenched his teeth to stop himself from groaning. It wasn't just a dull pain, but also power. He could feel the power pouring into him; feeling up every vein in his living body. But he could also feel the purity of it, the humanity of this magic. He knew what his job was. He must go and give the witch back her humanity. It was over in a matter of seconds, but he was buzzing quickly afterward.

"We are trusting you with this power. Use it correctly. You may teleport to your location, but it may take a few hours. When you are teleporting you will be in a haze, the power may become overwhelming. Fight it, or you may end up somewhere never intended." Her instructions were not discriptive, but the explained enough. He had been through it before.

"I will get the job done."

"Go. We will be looking for a way to pull the witches powers away safely."

The next few hours of Rupert Giles' life were something he had never experienced. Teleporting has put him into a haze the witch had described. It was hard to hold the magic, but he did. It took all of his energy, and he was afraid that he would have none left to help Willow.

In his haze he realized his true purpose. The witch had never expected him to hold all of his energy. He was to go and overload her. Let her pull out all of his magic, drain him of the power. But only to give her back some kind of purity to pull back her humanity. That was his mission, and he would uphold it, even if it killed him. Anything to give back her life.

"I'm taking her back to England." Giles told Buffy. He watched Willow from his spot in the hallway. Watching her body heaving with her sobs. She was sleeping, but she still sobbed. She'd killed a person, and she wouldn't recover from that anytime soon. She was bearing the weight of the world now. He knew the darkness.

Buffy sighed, "I know. You do what you have to do."

"We'll be back soon, hopefully. She's going to need to heal."

"I know."

Giles smiled gently, and placed a hand on his slayer's shoulder. Of course Buffy would understand all of this. She was probably shaken enough by the whole incident. Just glad that Willow would have somewhere quiet to be while she healed. Something that couldn't be provided on the hellmouth.

Buffy smiled back, "Well, when will you leave?"

"I would imagine now. I have two one way tickets to London." Buffy hadn't expected it to be so soon. She had hoped to have at least a day to give Willow her love. But maybe she didn't need that now. Buffy just nodded in response. "Help me get her to the car?"

Buffy and Giles woke Willow gently. She jumped slightly but moved willing. Not having much protest in her. Her eyes were lost, void of any emotion. "Willow, we're going to go on a trip." No response.

Once they got Willow into the car, their goodbyes were breif and to the point. There was no need for more explanations. The pain was evident in the air around them, and they didn't know what to do with it.

Time would heal all things, and of that Rupert Giles was sure.