My house
A/N Set in the summer between season 2 and 3. Buffy is alone in LA, Willow's dating Oz, but is it too much? Can she handle it? What does the future hold? Willow does a spell to be able too see into her future, but only when she touches the wall of a place. Kinda based on the 'if the walls could taco' spell from the tv show 'Just Add Magic' but shows the future instead of the past. Might have a few past memories thrown in. Canon.
Sunnydale, California 1998
Ok, time for the spell, Ms. Calender's notes were particular about the incantation but I think I've got it mastered. I stop for a second though, can I do this? Do I really want to know my future? Will it be good? No. I have to, I need to know if Buffy comes back. I need to know if me and Oz work out, I need to know it all ends well. It's all been so overwhelming lately. Buffy's gone, Angel's gone, Xander's dating Cordelia of all people, and I need to know if I can cope with Oz, his being a werewolf and all that. And no one to talk to about any of it.
I set out the crystals in arranged form on my carpet, my parents are out, again so there's no chance of them walking in like last week. Oh that was bad, in the middle of my incantation, my mother telling me I'm being ridiculous and that I haven't fully recovered from the end of the summer. As I start to incant I remember the advice left on one of Ms. Calender's notes, get in a comfortable spot and then touch a wall or the floor to start the memory process. I'm sure that'll be important later. My legs are crossed in a state of parallel as the energy begins to flow, it's strong almost too much to handle. The edges of my fingers float and move, my palms lifting from their resting place on my knees. My calves tighten as I move between time, the realms veiling an entrance as I see my room before me.
I'm standing now, my notes and crystals all but gone, the room is but empty. It's time. Before thinking about it too much, and talking myself out of this idea, I sit down on the edge of my bed, folding my legs into a crossed configuration. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath I reach out and lightly tap my palm against the carpet.
The room swirls, finally landing on a clear picture, two children zoom into view, me and Xander. But this isn't the future, I remember this, we were five. The first time he saw my room. We were playing chase, running all over the place. The little me rushes past me, laughing and turning back to where Xander was hiding, waiting to jump out at me. My elbows rest on my knees as I watch the scene play out, we don't appear to be able to see the now me, the present me. Forgetting the real reason I did the spell I relax for a little while, just watching the happiness on our faces. Little flashes of red hair every now and again as the little me runs around being chased, never getting caught. And the little Xander in the dinosaur t-shirt that chases; we were so innocent. Not fighting monsters or vampires or worrying about love. Not even imagining a future at all.
Just when I start to remorse about a childhood long gone the scene begins to swirl again, changing into aAnd later one. But I don't recognise this one, hey there's me. My hair's shorter, this is later. This is the future. Yes, I did it. I am a good witch. What's happening? Again it's me and Xander, but what are we doing? Picking out outfits? For what? When is this, prom? Homecoming?