Sunnydale
Willow made her way to the kitchen as soon as she got home. She had left Tara and Dawn in the Magic Box, while she came home for some books and to check if Xander had called. They had had no luck finding a spell to bring Buffy back. Willow wondered if they were doing the right thing. She knew firsthand the consequences of 'rescuing' Buffy and it seemed that she wherever she was, she was with Angel.... Willow didn't know what to do. She just wished she knew where Buffy was.
"Penny for them." An Irish voice called from the darkness of the living room. Willow jumped in fear as a short dark haired man appeared in the kitchen.
"Who are you?" she asked, her eyes roving for a weapon.
"The names Doyle. I know I may look all threatening and dangerous, but I can assure ye, I'm not." He had a nice smile but Willow wasn't entirely convinced.
"Uh-huh and what are you doing here?" Willow reached behind her and felt for the handle of the dirty frying pan Buffy had left lying around. She gripped it and before Doyle could answer, she swung it at his head. It went right through him. She stared in shock, while he half laughed.
"Now, that's not very hospitable, is it? Do you go around trying to attack all dead guys with frying pans?"
"Dead?"
"Yes darling, dead. Now, ye gonna listen to what I have to say, or not?" Willow nodded and sat down. "I'm a messenger, sent by the Powers That Be. I've come to tell you something about Buffy."
"Buffy? Is she all right? Where is she?" Willow said excitedly.
"Calm down. She's ok, well, better than ok as she's with the now human Angel." Doyle chuckled. "But she's not coming back." Willow's face clouded over.
"But, why? She has to, she's the Slayer, well, she's a Slayer"
"She's not needed here anymore. They need her there. She needs to be there." Willow looked as if she was about to cry. Doyle didn't know how to comfort her. "She doesn't belong here anymore and she wasn't happy. She's got a chance at happiness now. They both have."
Willow felt like she should be crying, but she felt oddly at peace. Ever since she had bought Buffy back, she had been filled with guilt, with regret. But now...that was gone.
"She's really happy?"
Doyle nodded. That was all she needed to know.
"Thank you." She stood up and waved a small goodbye as she left the house. Doyle smiled, sadly.
"Good luck." He whispered.
Willow made her way to the kitchen as soon as she got home. She had left Tara and Dawn in the Magic Box, while she came home for some books and to check if Xander had called. They had had no luck finding a spell to bring Buffy back. Willow wondered if they were doing the right thing. She knew firsthand the consequences of 'rescuing' Buffy and it seemed that she wherever she was, she was with Angel.... Willow didn't know what to do. She just wished she knew where Buffy was.
"Penny for them." An Irish voice called from the darkness of the living room. Willow jumped in fear as a short dark haired man appeared in the kitchen.
"Who are you?" she asked, her eyes roving for a weapon.
"The names Doyle. I know I may look all threatening and dangerous, but I can assure ye, I'm not." He had a nice smile but Willow wasn't entirely convinced.
"Uh-huh and what are you doing here?" Willow reached behind her and felt for the handle of the dirty frying pan Buffy had left lying around. She gripped it and before Doyle could answer, she swung it at his head. It went right through him. She stared in shock, while he half laughed.
"Now, that's not very hospitable, is it? Do you go around trying to attack all dead guys with frying pans?"
"Dead?"
"Yes darling, dead. Now, ye gonna listen to what I have to say, or not?" Willow nodded and sat down. "I'm a messenger, sent by the Powers That Be. I've come to tell you something about Buffy."
"Buffy? Is she all right? Where is she?" Willow said excitedly.
"Calm down. She's ok, well, better than ok as she's with the now human Angel." Doyle chuckled. "But she's not coming back." Willow's face clouded over.
"But, why? She has to, she's the Slayer, well, she's a Slayer"
"She's not needed here anymore. They need her there. She needs to be there." Willow looked as if she was about to cry. Doyle didn't know how to comfort her. "She doesn't belong here anymore and she wasn't happy. She's got a chance at happiness now. They both have."
Willow felt like she should be crying, but she felt oddly at peace. Ever since she had bought Buffy back, she had been filled with guilt, with regret. But now...that was gone.
"She's really happy?"
Doyle nodded. That was all she needed to know.
"Thank you." She stood up and waved a small goodbye as she left the house. Doyle smiled, sadly.
"Good luck." He whispered.