Author's Note: First off, I'd like to thank: Queen Boadicea, Spikes Chica,
Spikes-gal787, Dezi, Unknown Summers, Maggie, Riley, Carol, Kiddo, Shelby,
Reader, k, and Eldanildiel for responding to the message asking if anyone
wanted this story to continue. I really appreciate it. And it's perfectly
fine if you don't review every chapter. I just wanted people to review to
the note to see how many people were still reading it. I hope that last
sentence made sense. I only got three hours of sleep last night, so I
apologize for the massive typos or gramatical errors that will probably
make their way into this chapter. All in all, thanks to everyone who's read
or reading this fic.
Disclaimer: I only own the storyline and Frantic. Maybe a few other things too, but that's about it.
Second Author's Note: I'm typing this up 15 minutes before the Buffy series finale. I'm going to cry so hard. Well, I'm going to try to type this all up tonight. When I post it is another story . . . Hopefully tomorrow. And I know this chapter is short and can pretty much qualify as filler, but I haven't updated in a while and it's basically here to tide everyone over until I get the next chapter out. I fear the end is coming to this story . . . But I have a sequal all planned out. Well, not so much planned, but I do have a basic plot down. But don't worry. This story could end up having a lot more chapters than I'm planning on.
Chapter Fifteen
"Buffy!! Buffy!! Wake up!!"
Buffy could hear her friends calling to her and for one split second everything seemed almost normal. Then she remembered where she was and her eyes slowly began to open. She looked around and saw everyone huddled around her. She sat up and almost fell over again as an incredible wave of nausea passed over her.
"Maybe we should give her some space. I've heard possession can have any number of results and they're rarely good," Anya piped up. The group backed up as commanded and Buffy felt much better after a few deep breaths.
"When I was possessed, did I do anything . . .?" Buffy asked as she stood up.
"Aside from wanting to get all naked with Spike, no."
'Anya was always one with words,' Buffy thought to herself.
"Wait," Willow said. "Am I the only one who's noticing something here? It doesn't seem like Mortem wants to do anything in the way of killing. It's more like she's toying with us."
Buffy sighed. "If you call what just happened toying . . . Hey, Will? Can I talk to you for a sec in my room?"
Willow nodded. "Yeah. Sure."
The two left the resto fthe shaken group to sit on Buffy's bed.
'I'll just cut right to the chase here,' Buffy thought.
"Willow . . .When I was torn out of my body . . . I went to one of the Netherworld's and someone was there to guide me through everything. It was supposed to wait to tell the Willow in the other world, but you both have almost the same memories, so I thought I should tell you, too. My guide was- ---"
"Tara."
Buffy, now marginally startled, looked at Willow for an answer. "How did you know?"
Willow smiled slightly. "I could feel her escence when her message passed through me. I wanted to say something to her, but there wasn't enough time."
Buffy could tell Willow was near tears at that point. "She . . . she had a message for you. She wanted me to tell you that she loves you and she always will, but she wants you to be happy."
"Thank you. For telling me. I'm not going to let them take her away from me, not again."
"I know. But there's another reason I wanted to talk to you. I kind of wanted to go back and talk with 'Frantic' tonight."
"Okay. So, when should we go?"
"That's the thing. I wanted to talk to them alone. There's something they're not saying and I'm going to find out what it is. There's less of a chance they'll say anything if everyone goes."
A wave of conflicted emotions crossed Willow's face, but vanished before Buffy could decipher most of them.
"But Buffy . . . What if something happens? No one would be there to help. You could . . .die. Again. I was there too, and they seemed less than stable, you know?"
Buffy tried to swallow the lump which had somehow made it's way into her throat. "I know. But I also know that many more people could die if I don't do this. They could have information that could lead us right to Mortem. But we'll never know until I do this. If I'm not back by sun rise, then you can start worrying."
Willow hesitated for a moment. "All right. But you better be back by sun rise."
"I will."
Disclaimer: I only own the storyline and Frantic. Maybe a few other things too, but that's about it.
Second Author's Note: I'm typing this up 15 minutes before the Buffy series finale. I'm going to cry so hard. Well, I'm going to try to type this all up tonight. When I post it is another story . . . Hopefully tomorrow. And I know this chapter is short and can pretty much qualify as filler, but I haven't updated in a while and it's basically here to tide everyone over until I get the next chapter out. I fear the end is coming to this story . . . But I have a sequal all planned out. Well, not so much planned, but I do have a basic plot down. But don't worry. This story could end up having a lot more chapters than I'm planning on.
Chapter Fifteen
"Buffy!! Buffy!! Wake up!!"
Buffy could hear her friends calling to her and for one split second everything seemed almost normal. Then she remembered where she was and her eyes slowly began to open. She looked around and saw everyone huddled around her. She sat up and almost fell over again as an incredible wave of nausea passed over her.
"Maybe we should give her some space. I've heard possession can have any number of results and they're rarely good," Anya piped up. The group backed up as commanded and Buffy felt much better after a few deep breaths.
"When I was possessed, did I do anything . . .?" Buffy asked as she stood up.
"Aside from wanting to get all naked with Spike, no."
'Anya was always one with words,' Buffy thought to herself.
"Wait," Willow said. "Am I the only one who's noticing something here? It doesn't seem like Mortem wants to do anything in the way of killing. It's more like she's toying with us."
Buffy sighed. "If you call what just happened toying . . . Hey, Will? Can I talk to you for a sec in my room?"
Willow nodded. "Yeah. Sure."
The two left the resto fthe shaken group to sit on Buffy's bed.
'I'll just cut right to the chase here,' Buffy thought.
"Willow . . .When I was torn out of my body . . . I went to one of the Netherworld's and someone was there to guide me through everything. It was supposed to wait to tell the Willow in the other world, but you both have almost the same memories, so I thought I should tell you, too. My guide was- ---"
"Tara."
Buffy, now marginally startled, looked at Willow for an answer. "How did you know?"
Willow smiled slightly. "I could feel her escence when her message passed through me. I wanted to say something to her, but there wasn't enough time."
Buffy could tell Willow was near tears at that point. "She . . . she had a message for you. She wanted me to tell you that she loves you and she always will, but she wants you to be happy."
"Thank you. For telling me. I'm not going to let them take her away from me, not again."
"I know. But there's another reason I wanted to talk to you. I kind of wanted to go back and talk with 'Frantic' tonight."
"Okay. So, when should we go?"
"That's the thing. I wanted to talk to them alone. There's something they're not saying and I'm going to find out what it is. There's less of a chance they'll say anything if everyone goes."
A wave of conflicted emotions crossed Willow's face, but vanished before Buffy could decipher most of them.
"But Buffy . . . What if something happens? No one would be there to help. You could . . .die. Again. I was there too, and they seemed less than stable, you know?"
Buffy tried to swallow the lump which had somehow made it's way into her throat. "I know. But I also know that many more people could die if I don't do this. They could have information that could lead us right to Mortem. But we'll never know until I do this. If I'm not back by sun rise, then you can start worrying."
Willow hesitated for a moment. "All right. But you better be back by sun rise."
"I will."