TITLE: Rehabilitation
AUTHOR: Rilja (rilja@yahoo.com) RATING: PG-13 DISTRIBUTION: Archives are ok, just tell me were it went. Others please ask first. DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. FEEDBACK: Please, tell me if I did good. SPOILERS: Season 6 finale. NOTE: Just a really short ficlet of Willows time in England.
She had been too young to die only 21 and so full of life, so innocent, so pure. Good in all possible ways. But most of all she'd been the love of her life. Always supportive and kind, maybe too kind at some times.
Willow hit the floor with a thud. //Ow.//
An exasperated sigh came from the chair were Giles sat reading yet another old tome.
"You have to concentrate."
He'd taken to training her, making her control her powers trough meditation after the plan to stop cold turkey had resulted in her blowing up, literary. Luckily he'd had a second guestroom. He hadn't called the repairmen instead he'd kept the room as it was as a reminder. A charred black reminder that she had to pass every morning going to breakfast.
She rubbed her sore bottom. Meditation three feet in the air wasn't the greatest idea when she couldn't stop thinking of Tara, which was a sure thing to lose her concentration.
"Again." More a command than a recommendation.
She folded her legs into the now familiar lotus position, took a deep breath and started over.
So, what did you think? Tell me at rilja@yahoo.com
AUTHOR: Rilja (rilja@yahoo.com) RATING: PG-13 DISTRIBUTION: Archives are ok, just tell me were it went. Others please ask first. DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. FEEDBACK: Please, tell me if I did good. SPOILERS: Season 6 finale. NOTE: Just a really short ficlet of Willows time in England.
She had been too young to die only 21 and so full of life, so innocent, so pure. Good in all possible ways. But most of all she'd been the love of her life. Always supportive and kind, maybe too kind at some times.
Willow hit the floor with a thud. //Ow.//
An exasperated sigh came from the chair were Giles sat reading yet another old tome.
"You have to concentrate."
He'd taken to training her, making her control her powers trough meditation after the plan to stop cold turkey had resulted in her blowing up, literary. Luckily he'd had a second guestroom. He hadn't called the repairmen instead he'd kept the room as it was as a reminder. A charred black reminder that she had to pass every morning going to breakfast.
She rubbed her sore bottom. Meditation three feet in the air wasn't the greatest idea when she couldn't stop thinking of Tara, which was a sure thing to lose her concentration.
"Again." More a command than a recommendation.
She folded her legs into the now familiar lotus position, took a deep breath and started over.
So, what did you think? Tell me at rilja@yahoo.com