Sorry for the really long delay. Just didn't feel like writing. Sorry if
this seems out of the groove, cause I haven't written anything in a long
while so I am out of my normal flow. Hopefully that will change soon.
Enjoy!!!
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Chapter 2
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Methos grimaced as he remembered this curve in the road. This was where his little adventure in Sunnydale had begun. Fortunately for him, the day was clear and there were no cars on the road to run into this time. It had been 2 years since he and Willow had left and three months since they had gone their separate ways. The student/teacher relationship had reached an end and so had their brief affair. They remained excellent friends however and had agreed to meet in Sunnydale for Buffy's birthday.
Pulling over at a particularly scenic wide spot in the road, Methos got out to stretch his legs. Methos walked around the side of his rented Suburban and glanced down the hill towards the trees. Seeing a glint of metal at the edge of the woods he looked more closely and saw that it was a car. Cursing MacLeod's influence Methos shuffled down the hill towards it with curiosity in his heart.
Methos finally reached the car after the fairly long hike and glanced inside. Obviously a woman's car by the things inside, Methos' curiosity was even more aroused. He walked around the car and deeper into the grove of trees towards the buzzing of flies and for the first time he noticed the circling of buzzards high above him. Methos walked up to the clearing ahead and noticed another glint off in the bushes ahead of him. With a startled gasp Methos recognized what it was. It was a beautiful Wakizashi with a wooden hilt. Methos swallowed hard and stepped into the clearing knowing what he would find but hoping against it. A flock of birds flew up at the wail of a man in distress.
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Buffy Summers looked up when the bell to the Magic Box rang.
"Anya! Customer," she yelled without looking up from the book she was browsing.
"Hi, welcome to the Magic." Anya began then trailed off. "Methos?"
Buffy looked up with an expectant grin, which quickly dissolved off of her face.
"What happened? What's wrong?" she asked and rushed over to the tall Immortal standing in the doorway. Buffy stopped in front of him and looked into his eyes and gasped at the sorrow there. She then led him to a chair and sat him down.
"What happened?" Buffy inquired softly.
"She's dead" he answered.
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"Who's dead?" asked the red-head coming from the training room.
Methos looked up and gasped in shock as his eyes took in the form and face of Willow. She had a confused and amused grin on her face. Methos dropped to his knees and she rushed over to him as he felt the relief of her buzz wash over him.
"Baby, what's wrong? What happened?" she prodded gently, while wiping the tears from his cheeks. "Shhhh, it's ok" she whispered.
"I thought you were dead. I found your body, your sword, your head." he trailed off at the look of shock on her face.
Anya's confusion was interrupted by the ringing of the phone and she went to answer it.
"Magic Box how may I help you?" she answered cheerfully. "Hi, Joe. No she's here and just fine. Why? No, Methos is here too and something weird is going on. Yeah, weird. He thought she was dead too. Ok, see you soon!"
Anya hung up the phone and looked at Buffy then shrugged. "Apparently a Watcher saw Willow die too. Joe and Duncan are on their way down."
"What the hell?" exclaimed an utterly confused Buffy.
******** Sorry for the immensely long delay in updating this story. I didn't like how I started out this chapter so I rewrote it. I hope you like this better than what I originally planned, the real death of Willow and Methos going Horseman. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
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Chapter 2
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Methos grimaced as he remembered this curve in the road. This was where his little adventure in Sunnydale had begun. Fortunately for him, the day was clear and there were no cars on the road to run into this time. It had been 2 years since he and Willow had left and three months since they had gone their separate ways. The student/teacher relationship had reached an end and so had their brief affair. They remained excellent friends however and had agreed to meet in Sunnydale for Buffy's birthday.
Pulling over at a particularly scenic wide spot in the road, Methos got out to stretch his legs. Methos walked around the side of his rented Suburban and glanced down the hill towards the trees. Seeing a glint of metal at the edge of the woods he looked more closely and saw that it was a car. Cursing MacLeod's influence Methos shuffled down the hill towards it with curiosity in his heart.
Methos finally reached the car after the fairly long hike and glanced inside. Obviously a woman's car by the things inside, Methos' curiosity was even more aroused. He walked around the car and deeper into the grove of trees towards the buzzing of flies and for the first time he noticed the circling of buzzards high above him. Methos walked up to the clearing ahead and noticed another glint off in the bushes ahead of him. With a startled gasp Methos recognized what it was. It was a beautiful Wakizashi with a wooden hilt. Methos swallowed hard and stepped into the clearing knowing what he would find but hoping against it. A flock of birds flew up at the wail of a man in distress.
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Buffy Summers looked up when the bell to the Magic Box rang.
"Anya! Customer," she yelled without looking up from the book she was browsing.
"Hi, welcome to the Magic." Anya began then trailed off. "Methos?"
Buffy looked up with an expectant grin, which quickly dissolved off of her face.
"What happened? What's wrong?" she asked and rushed over to the tall Immortal standing in the doorway. Buffy stopped in front of him and looked into his eyes and gasped at the sorrow there. She then led him to a chair and sat him down.
"What happened?" Buffy inquired softly.
"She's dead" he answered.
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"Who's dead?" asked the red-head coming from the training room.
Methos looked up and gasped in shock as his eyes took in the form and face of Willow. She had a confused and amused grin on her face. Methos dropped to his knees and she rushed over to him as he felt the relief of her buzz wash over him.
"Baby, what's wrong? What happened?" she prodded gently, while wiping the tears from his cheeks. "Shhhh, it's ok" she whispered.
"I thought you were dead. I found your body, your sword, your head." he trailed off at the look of shock on her face.
Anya's confusion was interrupted by the ringing of the phone and she went to answer it.
"Magic Box how may I help you?" she answered cheerfully. "Hi, Joe. No she's here and just fine. Why? No, Methos is here too and something weird is going on. Yeah, weird. He thought she was dead too. Ok, see you soon!"
Anya hung up the phone and looked at Buffy then shrugged. "Apparently a Watcher saw Willow die too. Joe and Duncan are on their way down."
"What the hell?" exclaimed an utterly confused Buffy.
******** Sorry for the immensely long delay in updating this story. I didn't like how I started out this chapter so I rewrote it. I hope you like this better than what I originally planned, the real death of Willow and Methos going Horseman. Reviews are greatly appreciated.