DISCLAIMER: I do not own or imply that I have ownership of the characters, locations and other recognisable features within this story. Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Stargate SG1 belongs to MGM and Brad Wright. I own nothing except for a warped imagination.
Willow sat alone in the crypt, bag slung over her shoulder, thinking about her spell, the 'my will be done' spell. She sniffed and tears rolled down her face. She knew that she'd done the wrong thing; she knew that Giles was right and that she shouldn't be experimenting with her magic like she was, it was too dangerous. She knew that she should wait until Giles had the time and inclination to spend the time tutoring her on how to go about performing magic but everything hurt so much at that moment. Oz was gone and he wasn't going to come back. She felt horrible, as if her heart had been ripped out of her chest and trampled.
She knew that she wasn't the first to have gone through this. Buffy had only a few short months ago and logically Willow knew that eventually she would meet someone else and be able to move on but it hurt that none of her friends were willing to stand by her side until it no longer felt like she was struggling just to remain standing. Buffy was off with Riley and the commando boys, Xander and Anya were spending hours upon hours seeing how many orgasms they could give each other in one night, and all Giles did was criticize everything she did. Her parents were on the other side of the world and Angel and Cordy were too busy setting up their detective agency to worry about Willow's problems. It felt to Willow like every one of her friends seemed to be unable to realize that at that point Willow was crying out for help… screaming at the top of her lungs for someone to offer their shoulder to cry on, to tell her that the pain would eventually fade and that there would be someone else in the future who wouldn't cheat on her because she wasn't enough of a werewolf for them, someone who would love her forever.
For the moment, however, Willow simply wished that she was with people who actually cared. People who would hug her and reassure her when she was feeling upset and not continuously chastise her mistakes, but instead show her the right thing to do, people who would care for her as Willow and not just 'ole reliable research and net girl'.
Willow sobbed and drew up her knees, looking at the crypt around her, Oz's empty cage in front of her. She'd never felt so alone in her life. She wasn't good enough for Giles, she wasn't smart enough for her parents, she wasn't strong enough for Buffy, she wasn't hot enough for Xander, she wasn't demon enough for Anya, and she wasn't wolf enough for Oz. Willow rested her chin on her arms, tears flowing freely down her face as she wept
"I just want to be with people who won't ignore me when I'm in pain, I want to be with people who know what it is to be a team and a friend!" she cried out to the deserted crypt. Around her, the crypt began to blur and Willow gulped as she realized what she'd just done.
"Oh, not good," she whispered before she felt a jerk from somewhere behind her navel and everything went black.