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SETTINGS: Set in Season six, after the Musical when the Gang find out that Buffy was pulled from Heaven instead of from a demon dimension as they suspected. Willow tries to do a spell to make Buffy forget that she was in Heaven, but it backfires (based loosely on Tabula Rasa, but without the gang losing their memory)
ONWARDS:
Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
"Buffy didn't die a natural death. She was killed by mystical energy," Willow explained.
"Tomorrow night, we're bringing Buffy back."
"It just.it feels wrong," Xander said.
"It is wrong," Tara replied calmly. Willow shot her a look, obviously not expecting to have it said so bluntly.
"So one by one, they turn from me. I guess my friends can't face the cold. But why I froze, not one among them knows. And never can be told."
"There was no pain, no fear no doubt, til they pulled me out of heaven. So that's my refrain, I live in hell cause I've been expelled from heaven. I think I was in heaven."
~*~ CHAPTER ONE
Willow lay on her stomach pouring over her magick books, looking desperately for a spell that she could use to help her friend. She didn't care about the consequences, she only cared that her friend would be able to go back to the way she was. Care-free. Or as care-free as one could be when a psychotic hell-god was after their younger sister.
Tara opened the door and her face fell as she saw Willow flicking through the pages of a magick book. She still had yet to confront Willow over the forgetting spell, and she had no intention of letting Willow get away with playing with her memory like that.
"What are you looking for?" Tara asked.
Willow looked up and shrugged vaguely. "Just a spell."
"Forgetting spell?" Tara asked innocently.
Willow nodded and suddenly looked up. "How'd you know that?"
Tara shrugged and looked away inoffensively. "Who's it for? Not for me again, I hope," Tara said.
Willow looked at her, her heart tightening at Tara's words. She sat up, trying to work out how she was going to get out of this one.
"Tara-"
"Willow, how could you do that to me?" Tara asked, the full extent of her hurt coming through in her voice.
"Tara, I'm sorry," Willow started.
"Willow, how could you?"
Willow looked down, tears in her eyes. "I just.I didn't want to fight with you."
"So we talk about it, we sort things out, we work out how we can move on. You can't just make people forget about things like that," Tara said.
"I know.I just.I hate fighting with you. The last time we fought.before.with Glory," Willow said. "I could never forgive myself if something happened to you again."
"Willow, don't you see? There'll be nothing left of me if you keep doing this. I have been to hell and back in the last few months. You say you want to keep me safe, but you meddle with my memory which has been through so much because of what happened with Glory," Tara said angrily.
Tara couldn't believe that she was being so bold about this. The last time they had fought, she had been meek and mild, wanting to know how she could make things better, only this time she knew that the problem here was Willow's power.
And it was frightening, as Tara had told her so many months ago.
"Tara, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have made you forget our fight. It was wrong and stupid and.I'm sorry," Willow said, tears spilling across her cheeks.
Tara softened a little and sat down next to Willow, taking her hand gently.
"Willow, I don't want to fight with you. I just need you to know how dangerous all of this is. Do you know how much damage you can do by playing with someone's memory?" Tara asked.
Willow nodded and wiped her eyes.
"I know. And I am sorry. But."
"No buts," Tara interrupted. "None at all."
Willow looked down, unable to make any promises to her girlfriend about casting any spells. She was going to make Buffy forget about being in heaven if it was the last thing she did. She had to.
It was her own fault for pulling Buffy out of heaven in the fist place, so the only way that Willow could think to make it up to Buffy, besides killing her best friend in order to send her back there, was to make it as though Buffy has never been there in the first place.
~*~
Buffy strolled through the cemetery, stopping momentarily to say hello to her mom, and then moving on as she heard noises coming from a crypt not ten meters away from her mother's gravesite.
She groaned as she heard a very distinct British accent coming from inside.
"Are you insane? Don't even try it!" she heard him yell loudly.
As much as she was wanting to avoid Spike after kissing him after the musical spell that had been cast over Sunnydale, she knew that she couldn't live with herself if she found out that he was dusted.
She raced towards the crypt and burst through the door, only to find Spike sitting on the edge of a couch, staring intently at the television.
"B-Buffy," he stammered, standing up quickly and flicking the television off.
She looked at him awkwardly and cleared her throat, trying not to notice the obvious awkward silence that had descended upon them.
"Who were you talking to?" she asked.
He pointed towards the television sheepishly.
"The telly got kind of interesting," he explained. He listened carefully and heard her heart beating faster than usual. "You weren't worried about little old me were you?" he asked smugly.
"What? No!" Buffy exclaimed.
Spike nodded, obviously not believing her. "Right.so you just come bounding in her to save.who?"
"I didn't come here to save you. For all I knew, you could have had some helpless person in here, about to snack on them," Buffy said, unconvincingly.
"Right. Cos that whole chip thing that I've had in for the last two years has just been a passing phase," Spike said sarcastically.
Buffy shrugged and folded her arms across her chest, hating how Spike could make her feel like she was so completely exposed.
Buffy's ears pricked to attention as she heard a cry for help coming from outside. Both Buffy and Spike ran for the door, Spike holding it open so Buffy could run quickly to someone's aid.
She ran towards where a demon was attempting to hold a young man in its grasps. She tackled the demon who let go of his victim to keep from toppling head over heels.
The demon turned to her, growling angrily as the young man ran into the night. She backed up a little, having only a stake at the ready.
She quickly looked around her, trying to find Spike, but not even her vampire senses were picking up on where he was.
The demon pounced forwards, tackling her to the ground, his claws ripping through the skin on her bare arm as her stake hit his lower chest. She cried out in pain and kicked the bleeding demon away from her, looking down to see three gashes in her arms bleeding profusely.
The demon was back on its feet quickly, advancing upon her, grabbing her by her hurt arm and twisting it behind her back quickly. He yanked it upwards and Buffy winced as she heard and felt her arm become disjointed.
The demon threw her into the air, her entire body colliding with a tree and finally crashing down onto the ground, her entire being throbbing with pain. She clutched at her arm, her head becoming dizzy from the blood loss.
She looked up and saw the demon towering over her. Her vision was growing hazy, and suddenly, she just didn't care.
She closed her eyes and waited for its claws to tear into her, its teeth to bite her. She was surprised when she heard the demon cry out in pain, but no longer was the sounds close to her.
She struggled to open her eyes and saw that someone was attacking her attacker. Blonde. Leather. Spike. Through heavy eyelids she saw the demon suddenly turn and run in the opposite direction. Spike went to follow but heard Buffy whimper in pain as she tried to move.
He ran to where she lay, his demon surfacing as he smelt her blood. He quickly controlled it and offered her his hand to help her up. She neither accepted nor declined it. Instead, she sat there, staring blankly past him.
"What, no thank you?" Spike asked.
She looked up at him blankly, as though she was trying to work out why he was still there.
"Come on Slayer, I'll get you to Giles'. You look like you need some patching up," he said, bending down to physically force her into standing up.
She grabbed his arms, trying to hold onto him to get herself standing. As she let go, she felt herself wobble, his hands coming out quickly to steady her.
"Are you okay to walk?" he asked, his concern genuine.
She nodded and began taking small steps. He groaned and quickly lifted her off her feet and into his arms. He shushed her as she protested.
"If we tried to get to Giles' apartment with you walking, we'd be here until tomorrow night. And I don't take too well to sunlight," he said.
She sighed and settled down a little, her body still throbbing with pain. She leant her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, trying not to wince with every jolt of pain he caused just by moving.
"Almost there," she heard him whisper.
She nodded incomprehensively and tried to forget about the pain by thinking that she should feel uncomfortable in his arms. The only problem was, if she hadn't been bleeding to death, this would have felt fairly natural to her.
~*~
Willow tried to focus but couldn't help but feel guilty over practically promising to Tara that she wasn't going to do any more spells. But this spell was too important. She couldn't live with knowing that Buffy knew about being in Heaven.
Her eyes grew heavier and heavier as she continued reading, the information barely registering in her mind. It wasn't until a few words stood out on the page that she finally forced herself to wake up.
'More than the ordinary forgetting spell. Tabula Rasa will erase events from a person's mind completely.'
Willow smiled. She had found it.
She quickly scanned the ingredients and her smile grew as she realised that the spell was within her limits. She would be able to perform it that night.
She scurried around the room, gathering the ingredients, tossing them towards the bed in the middle of the room.
Tiredly she sat down on the ground, preparing the incantation. She read it over quickly, knowing that it would be imperative for her to not make any pronunciation mistakes.
"Let the warrior be set free, From the painful memory, Of being ripped away from peace, Let the hurting thus be ceased. Tabula Rosa, Tabula Rosa."
SETTINGS: Set in Season six, after the Musical when the Gang find out that Buffy was pulled from Heaven instead of from a demon dimension as they suspected. Willow tries to do a spell to make Buffy forget that she was in Heaven, but it backfires (based loosely on Tabula Rasa, but without the gang losing their memory)
ONWARDS:
Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
"Buffy didn't die a natural death. She was killed by mystical energy," Willow explained.
"Tomorrow night, we're bringing Buffy back."
"It just.it feels wrong," Xander said.
"It is wrong," Tara replied calmly. Willow shot her a look, obviously not expecting to have it said so bluntly.
"So one by one, they turn from me. I guess my friends can't face the cold. But why I froze, not one among them knows. And never can be told."
"There was no pain, no fear no doubt, til they pulled me out of heaven. So that's my refrain, I live in hell cause I've been expelled from heaven. I think I was in heaven."
~*~ CHAPTER ONE
Willow lay on her stomach pouring over her magick books, looking desperately for a spell that she could use to help her friend. She didn't care about the consequences, she only cared that her friend would be able to go back to the way she was. Care-free. Or as care-free as one could be when a psychotic hell-god was after their younger sister.
Tara opened the door and her face fell as she saw Willow flicking through the pages of a magick book. She still had yet to confront Willow over the forgetting spell, and she had no intention of letting Willow get away with playing with her memory like that.
"What are you looking for?" Tara asked.
Willow looked up and shrugged vaguely. "Just a spell."
"Forgetting spell?" Tara asked innocently.
Willow nodded and suddenly looked up. "How'd you know that?"
Tara shrugged and looked away inoffensively. "Who's it for? Not for me again, I hope," Tara said.
Willow looked at her, her heart tightening at Tara's words. She sat up, trying to work out how she was going to get out of this one.
"Tara-"
"Willow, how could you do that to me?" Tara asked, the full extent of her hurt coming through in her voice.
"Tara, I'm sorry," Willow started.
"Willow, how could you?"
Willow looked down, tears in her eyes. "I just.I didn't want to fight with you."
"So we talk about it, we sort things out, we work out how we can move on. You can't just make people forget about things like that," Tara said.
"I know.I just.I hate fighting with you. The last time we fought.before.with Glory," Willow said. "I could never forgive myself if something happened to you again."
"Willow, don't you see? There'll be nothing left of me if you keep doing this. I have been to hell and back in the last few months. You say you want to keep me safe, but you meddle with my memory which has been through so much because of what happened with Glory," Tara said angrily.
Tara couldn't believe that she was being so bold about this. The last time they had fought, she had been meek and mild, wanting to know how she could make things better, only this time she knew that the problem here was Willow's power.
And it was frightening, as Tara had told her so many months ago.
"Tara, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have made you forget our fight. It was wrong and stupid and.I'm sorry," Willow said, tears spilling across her cheeks.
Tara softened a little and sat down next to Willow, taking her hand gently.
"Willow, I don't want to fight with you. I just need you to know how dangerous all of this is. Do you know how much damage you can do by playing with someone's memory?" Tara asked.
Willow nodded and wiped her eyes.
"I know. And I am sorry. But."
"No buts," Tara interrupted. "None at all."
Willow looked down, unable to make any promises to her girlfriend about casting any spells. She was going to make Buffy forget about being in heaven if it was the last thing she did. She had to.
It was her own fault for pulling Buffy out of heaven in the fist place, so the only way that Willow could think to make it up to Buffy, besides killing her best friend in order to send her back there, was to make it as though Buffy has never been there in the first place.
~*~
Buffy strolled through the cemetery, stopping momentarily to say hello to her mom, and then moving on as she heard noises coming from a crypt not ten meters away from her mother's gravesite.
She groaned as she heard a very distinct British accent coming from inside.
"Are you insane? Don't even try it!" she heard him yell loudly.
As much as she was wanting to avoid Spike after kissing him after the musical spell that had been cast over Sunnydale, she knew that she couldn't live with herself if she found out that he was dusted.
She raced towards the crypt and burst through the door, only to find Spike sitting on the edge of a couch, staring intently at the television.
"B-Buffy," he stammered, standing up quickly and flicking the television off.
She looked at him awkwardly and cleared her throat, trying not to notice the obvious awkward silence that had descended upon them.
"Who were you talking to?" she asked.
He pointed towards the television sheepishly.
"The telly got kind of interesting," he explained. He listened carefully and heard her heart beating faster than usual. "You weren't worried about little old me were you?" he asked smugly.
"What? No!" Buffy exclaimed.
Spike nodded, obviously not believing her. "Right.so you just come bounding in her to save.who?"
"I didn't come here to save you. For all I knew, you could have had some helpless person in here, about to snack on them," Buffy said, unconvincingly.
"Right. Cos that whole chip thing that I've had in for the last two years has just been a passing phase," Spike said sarcastically.
Buffy shrugged and folded her arms across her chest, hating how Spike could make her feel like she was so completely exposed.
Buffy's ears pricked to attention as she heard a cry for help coming from outside. Both Buffy and Spike ran for the door, Spike holding it open so Buffy could run quickly to someone's aid.
She ran towards where a demon was attempting to hold a young man in its grasps. She tackled the demon who let go of his victim to keep from toppling head over heels.
The demon turned to her, growling angrily as the young man ran into the night. She backed up a little, having only a stake at the ready.
She quickly looked around her, trying to find Spike, but not even her vampire senses were picking up on where he was.
The demon pounced forwards, tackling her to the ground, his claws ripping through the skin on her bare arm as her stake hit his lower chest. She cried out in pain and kicked the bleeding demon away from her, looking down to see three gashes in her arms bleeding profusely.
The demon was back on its feet quickly, advancing upon her, grabbing her by her hurt arm and twisting it behind her back quickly. He yanked it upwards and Buffy winced as she heard and felt her arm become disjointed.
The demon threw her into the air, her entire body colliding with a tree and finally crashing down onto the ground, her entire being throbbing with pain. She clutched at her arm, her head becoming dizzy from the blood loss.
She looked up and saw the demon towering over her. Her vision was growing hazy, and suddenly, she just didn't care.
She closed her eyes and waited for its claws to tear into her, its teeth to bite her. She was surprised when she heard the demon cry out in pain, but no longer was the sounds close to her.
She struggled to open her eyes and saw that someone was attacking her attacker. Blonde. Leather. Spike. Through heavy eyelids she saw the demon suddenly turn and run in the opposite direction. Spike went to follow but heard Buffy whimper in pain as she tried to move.
He ran to where she lay, his demon surfacing as he smelt her blood. He quickly controlled it and offered her his hand to help her up. She neither accepted nor declined it. Instead, she sat there, staring blankly past him.
"What, no thank you?" Spike asked.
She looked up at him blankly, as though she was trying to work out why he was still there.
"Come on Slayer, I'll get you to Giles'. You look like you need some patching up," he said, bending down to physically force her into standing up.
She grabbed his arms, trying to hold onto him to get herself standing. As she let go, she felt herself wobble, his hands coming out quickly to steady her.
"Are you okay to walk?" he asked, his concern genuine.
She nodded and began taking small steps. He groaned and quickly lifted her off her feet and into his arms. He shushed her as she protested.
"If we tried to get to Giles' apartment with you walking, we'd be here until tomorrow night. And I don't take too well to sunlight," he said.
She sighed and settled down a little, her body still throbbing with pain. She leant her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, trying not to wince with every jolt of pain he caused just by moving.
"Almost there," she heard him whisper.
She nodded incomprehensively and tried to forget about the pain by thinking that she should feel uncomfortable in his arms. The only problem was, if she hadn't been bleeding to death, this would have felt fairly natural to her.
~*~
Willow tried to focus but couldn't help but feel guilty over practically promising to Tara that she wasn't going to do any more spells. But this spell was too important. She couldn't live with knowing that Buffy knew about being in Heaven.
Her eyes grew heavier and heavier as she continued reading, the information barely registering in her mind. It wasn't until a few words stood out on the page that she finally forced herself to wake up.
'More than the ordinary forgetting spell. Tabula Rasa will erase events from a person's mind completely.'
Willow smiled. She had found it.
She quickly scanned the ingredients and her smile grew as she realised that the spell was within her limits. She would be able to perform it that night.
She scurried around the room, gathering the ingredients, tossing them towards the bed in the middle of the room.
Tiredly she sat down on the ground, preparing the incantation. She read it over quickly, knowing that it would be imperative for her to not make any pronunciation mistakes.
"Let the warrior be set free, From the painful memory, Of being ripped away from peace, Let the hurting thus be ceased. Tabula Rosa, Tabula Rosa."
