Title:When the Amazon has burned down.

Author:IsabellaSmith1974

Rating: T for now but may increase.

Disclaimer: I own none of the Buffyverse characters. I am just borrowing them

Spoilers: All 7 Seasons

Feedback: It would be great. Good or Bad. I don't mind.

Summary: At the end of 7x13 The Killer Inside Me, Kennedy and Willow head back to the house. What if Willow felt that she needed to be somewhere else.

"Willow, what did you do?"Kennedy asked. Scared by the fact that a handgun is pointing at her head but she knew she had to keep calm, for her sake more than anyone else.

"You were there, bitch! You saw it!"Willow spat. She could feel the anger coming from Warren but also herself. How could she have been so stupid? "I killed her."

Kennedy already had no idea what was happening but then Willow said "her". Did she not kill a man? Wasn't it the man that she now looks like? "You mean him?"

"Her, him"Realising her mistake, Willow tries to cover it up. "You know what I mean." Why was Kennedy asking all the questions anyway? She had the gun.

"You said her." Kennedy knew that Willow was hiding something and wanted to find out how it ended up with her in the backyard with a gun pointed at her.

"No, that was Warren" Willow could see that there was no way to get round it. Kennedy was not going to give up so easy. Stubborn little bitch.

"No, no it wasn't. You said I was there. Who did you kill, Willow?" Kennedy could tell that Willow was calming down a bit. Her hold on the gun was loosening.

Before Kennedy could react, Willow's hand gripped to the gun and held it firmly, pointing straight at her. "It was your fault, slut. You tricked me. Got me to forget." Another surge of anger coursed through Willow's veins.

It all clicked into place. The reason why Willow was so upset, "Tara", Kennedy cursed herself for being so slow. Of course, it was about her. Willow couldn't stop talking about her.

"Shut up! You do not get to say her name. Offering it up to whoever's there. Tricking me into kissing you." Willow cried out. She could feel Warren taking over and knew she needed to stop before there is another head added to her body count. Willow tried to calm down. Feeling lost by what is happening. "I didn't—I didn't mean... what I'm saying, I—I can't make" Willow's eyes pleading that Kennedy would believe her. "Kennedy, I can't hold on... he's winning"

Kennedy steps forward, feeling the need to comfort her but still being careful as, still pointed at her head was, the gun."No..."

"I'm being punished. I k—I kissed you just—just for a second, but it was enough. I let her go. I didn't mean to" Willow's voice sang of all the emotions that was building up in the previous few months.

Kennedy's heart sank at the sight of the grieving woman. She felt a little bit responsible but knew that it wasn't the time to play the blame game. "Kissing me didn't mean th..."

Willow had already started talking before Kennedy could finish her sentence. "No, she was never gone. She was with me. We should have been forever and I..." Willow cried, already feeling Warren's essence weakening. "I let her be dead. She's really dead." Tears rolling down Willow's cheeks as she realises what truly happened. She let Tara go. "And I killed her." Willow falls to the ground as all the feelings crashes into her at once.

Seeing Willow's guard fall, Kennedy approaches her. Understanding that Willow was feeling guilt over what happened, Kennedy tries to reassure that it isn't what she thinks, "Willow, no."

Ignoring Kennedy's sign of comfort, Willow looks up to the sky and pleads, "Please, baby, I'm so sorry. Come back. I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Come back..." Hoping that Tara was listening and that she would come back to her, which would stop the pain.

Kennedy kneels down in front of Willow and tries to get her attention. "Willow, I don't think you did anything wrong. This is just magic. And I think I'm figuring the whole magic thing out. It's just like fairy tales." Kennedy leans in closer to Willow.

"What are you doing?" Willow states. Not understanding where Kennedy is going with this and aware of how close she is.

"Bringing you back to life." Kennedy leans in the final centimetres and finally places her lips over Willows. To Kennedy's surprise, Willow does kiss back but lacking any real passion, which was understandable in this situation. Waiting until she feels the change in the softness of lips and the absence of light stubble, Kennedy pulls away.

Sitting back on her knees, she huffs at the amazement of the transformation that happened again but vice versa. I prefer it this way she thought as pride reached her voice. "Hmm. I am good."A smile plastered to her face.

Willow realised what Kennedy meant but still needed to be sure. "It's—it's me?" She touches her face. "I'm back? Oh, God..." A wave of guilt hits Willow as she realises what she had just down. How she just let Warren take over her and how she came to except Tara's death.

Happy that it is all finally over, Kennedy asks, "Are you all right?" Immediately Kennedy regrets that question as she watches the turmoil on Willow's face.

Willow jumps back. Her hands still touching cheeks. Almost to make sure that she doesn't turn again. "Kennedy, I'm sorry. I-I can't do this. Right now. I-I need some time to think things over." Willow stumbles to her feet. Tears still quietly rolling down her cheeks. "Tell the others that I will be back later. Don't worry about me." Willow steps backwards, heading towards the back gate and away from this scene. "I just need time and s-space." She quickly hurries back through the way she came.

Kennedy watches the panic take over Willow. Not knowing what to do Kennedy lets Willow leave. She felt stopping Willow would only cause more pain for the redhead. After Willow was safely out of the garden, Kennedy stood up and headed inside. Murmuring about needing a cup of tea.

Meanwhile, Willow slowly wanders through the early streets of Sunnydale. Not really taking in the environment around her, she covers her eyes from the rising sun. She knows that she is beyond tired and heading back to bed would be a reasonable idea but she had a place that she must go to. A place where she could be herself and not have to be brave (Even though she hadn't been putting on her brave face on lately). A place where she could be alone but not lonely. Right now, she needed to be at Tara's grave.