Back Before Dawn
by Annakovsky
Part 3/11
See part 1 for disclaimer, rating, etc.
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Willow: 12:02 pm, Tuesday, February 18, 2003
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I was still on the same street in Sunnydale, and everything looked pretty similar, but the little boy was gone. Vengeance demon, I thought, mentally hitting myself upside the head. Like I haven't heard Anya talking about all the men she'd disfigured enough times to be careful about who I made wishes to! What did I wish? That Buffy weren't an only child? Well, hey, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I mean, maybe now I'd go home and Buffy'd be cleaning up instead of dripping viscous fluids all over my stuff. That would be nice.
Oh, who am I kidding? Irony is the vengeance demon's specialty! I am so in big, big trouble. Order of business number one? Finding Giles. Good thing the Magic Box is right down the street. I started walking briskly towards it, but slowed when I got closer.
Because the Magic Box was all boarded up and the window was dusty. I put my face up to the glass to try to look inside and the place looked completely trashed, but like it had been that way for awhile, not just recently. What the…? Then where was Giles? Well, okay, maybe I could try to find Buffy, instead. So – off to our apartment.
I didn't seem to have a key to our place anymore, though, so I just knocked on the door. And Michael, the guy from our little coven-thingy from high school answered the door! Did I live with Michael in this new-fangled reality? He looked really surprised to see me, though, so I guessed not.
"Willow? Willow Rosenberg?" he said. Then he looked really nervous. "What… um, what are you doing here?" He sort of wasn't opening the door all the way.
"Michael! Hey!" I said. It was so cool to see him, I kind of forgot that everything was probably different here and just went into reunion mode. "How've you been? I haven't seen you in so long!"
"Um… fine, thanks," he said, still looking nervous. "You aren't… you didn't come by to kill me, did you?"
"I… what? No!" I was flabbergasted, is what I was. Why would I kill Michael? Why would I kill anybody, for that matter?
"Amy told me you killed that guy last year. And went all dark magic, tried to destroy the world and stuff."
"What? I did?" What on earth was going on here? Was Amy making up lies about me now? I mean, she's gotten all weird and kind of too into the dark mojo for my tastes, but I thought we were still kind of friendly-ish, you know? I did de-rat her, after all. Michael was looking at me nervously. Oh, duh, different reality. Wait, different reality! Did I kill a guy here?
"Yeah," he said. "Um… I was really sorry to hear about your girlfriend and everything." He still looked nervous. I nodded at him vaguely, my mind going about a million miles a minute on this whole new development.
"I… um… I think I better go now," I said. "Good, uh, catching up with you and everything." Michael nodded tightly and shut the door fast. I really don't get it. How would Buffy having a sibling end up making me kill somebody? And making me want to destroy the world? This just didn't make sense.
I was still standing staring at the door, all confused, when my cell-phone rang. Xander. Thank goodness. At least I hadn't killed him or anything in this wacked-out version of reality.
"Xander? Hey!" I said.
"Will, where are you? You're like twenty minutes late for our lunch date." D'oh!
"Xander, I'm so sorry. Um… something kind of came up. Remind me where I was supposed to meet you?"
"At Los Burritos Gigantes on Third Street. Is everything okay?"
"Um… yeah, sure. I'll tell you when I get there. Ten minutes, all right?" I started walking as fast as I could. Boy, did I need to talk to Xander.
"Yeah. Hey, am I supposed to pick up Don and Amanda from school today?" Who the heck were Don and Amanda? Oh! Does Buffy have a brother and a sister now, since she's not an only child anymore?
"Don and Amanda?"
"Yeah, you remember Don, dark hair, about 16, also answers to 'Buffy's little sister?'" Sister? What the… oh, not Don, Dawn! I get it. "And Amanda," Xander continued, "the newest member of our household, 'cause before we just didn't have enough teenage girls sleeping on the floor of the Summers house."
"Ha ha. Yeah, right, of course. Heh. Just, uh, kidding around with you. Making with the jokes." Why are there teenage girls sleeping on the floor of the Summers house? Just how many sisters does Buffy have now?
"Willow, you sound really weird – are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, sure, fine, no problem. I'll see you in a couple minutes."
"All right. Don't wig out on me," he said.
"No wig here. Completely wigless. See you soon."
"'Kay. 'Bye."
Curiouser and curiouser. I have got to figure out what the heck I did to the world, and whether it's reversible. I hope they don't like Buffy's sister (or sisters?) too much, 'cause otherwise they might have a hard time wiping her out of existence. I mean, I'm going to try to get Xander and everybody's help, but if they love the kid, I might just have to do it all myself, you know? Holy crap, this is bad. I didn't really kill somebody, did I? I hope undoing this spell is easy, because I'd really rather not be a murderer. I know, hard to believe, right? I'm funny that way.
by Annakovsky
Part 3/11
See part 1 for disclaimer, rating, etc.
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Willow: 12:02 pm, Tuesday, February 18, 2003
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I was still on the same street in Sunnydale, and everything looked pretty similar, but the little boy was gone. Vengeance demon, I thought, mentally hitting myself upside the head. Like I haven't heard Anya talking about all the men she'd disfigured enough times to be careful about who I made wishes to! What did I wish? That Buffy weren't an only child? Well, hey, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I mean, maybe now I'd go home and Buffy'd be cleaning up instead of dripping viscous fluids all over my stuff. That would be nice.
Oh, who am I kidding? Irony is the vengeance demon's specialty! I am so in big, big trouble. Order of business number one? Finding Giles. Good thing the Magic Box is right down the street. I started walking briskly towards it, but slowed when I got closer.
Because the Magic Box was all boarded up and the window was dusty. I put my face up to the glass to try to look inside and the place looked completely trashed, but like it had been that way for awhile, not just recently. What the…? Then where was Giles? Well, okay, maybe I could try to find Buffy, instead. So – off to our apartment.
I didn't seem to have a key to our place anymore, though, so I just knocked on the door. And Michael, the guy from our little coven-thingy from high school answered the door! Did I live with Michael in this new-fangled reality? He looked really surprised to see me, though, so I guessed not.
"Willow? Willow Rosenberg?" he said. Then he looked really nervous. "What… um, what are you doing here?" He sort of wasn't opening the door all the way.
"Michael! Hey!" I said. It was so cool to see him, I kind of forgot that everything was probably different here and just went into reunion mode. "How've you been? I haven't seen you in so long!"
"Um… fine, thanks," he said, still looking nervous. "You aren't… you didn't come by to kill me, did you?"
"I… what? No!" I was flabbergasted, is what I was. Why would I kill Michael? Why would I kill anybody, for that matter?
"Amy told me you killed that guy last year. And went all dark magic, tried to destroy the world and stuff."
"What? I did?" What on earth was going on here? Was Amy making up lies about me now? I mean, she's gotten all weird and kind of too into the dark mojo for my tastes, but I thought we were still kind of friendly-ish, you know? I did de-rat her, after all. Michael was looking at me nervously. Oh, duh, different reality. Wait, different reality! Did I kill a guy here?
"Yeah," he said. "Um… I was really sorry to hear about your girlfriend and everything." He still looked nervous. I nodded at him vaguely, my mind going about a million miles a minute on this whole new development.
"I… um… I think I better go now," I said. "Good, uh, catching up with you and everything." Michael nodded tightly and shut the door fast. I really don't get it. How would Buffy having a sibling end up making me kill somebody? And making me want to destroy the world? This just didn't make sense.
I was still standing staring at the door, all confused, when my cell-phone rang. Xander. Thank goodness. At least I hadn't killed him or anything in this wacked-out version of reality.
"Xander? Hey!" I said.
"Will, where are you? You're like twenty minutes late for our lunch date." D'oh!
"Xander, I'm so sorry. Um… something kind of came up. Remind me where I was supposed to meet you?"
"At Los Burritos Gigantes on Third Street. Is everything okay?"
"Um… yeah, sure. I'll tell you when I get there. Ten minutes, all right?" I started walking as fast as I could. Boy, did I need to talk to Xander.
"Yeah. Hey, am I supposed to pick up Don and Amanda from school today?" Who the heck were Don and Amanda? Oh! Does Buffy have a brother and a sister now, since she's not an only child anymore?
"Don and Amanda?"
"Yeah, you remember Don, dark hair, about 16, also answers to 'Buffy's little sister?'" Sister? What the… oh, not Don, Dawn! I get it. "And Amanda," Xander continued, "the newest member of our household, 'cause before we just didn't have enough teenage girls sleeping on the floor of the Summers house."
"Ha ha. Yeah, right, of course. Heh. Just, uh, kidding around with you. Making with the jokes." Why are there teenage girls sleeping on the floor of the Summers house? Just how many sisters does Buffy have now?
"Willow, you sound really weird – are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, sure, fine, no problem. I'll see you in a couple minutes."
"All right. Don't wig out on me," he said.
"No wig here. Completely wigless. See you soon."
"'Kay. 'Bye."
Curiouser and curiouser. I have got to figure out what the heck I did to the world, and whether it's reversible. I hope they don't like Buffy's sister (or sisters?) too much, 'cause otherwise they might have a hard time wiping her out of existence. I mean, I'm going to try to get Xander and everybody's help, but if they love the kid, I might just have to do it all myself, you know? Holy crap, this is bad. I didn't really kill somebody, did I? I hope undoing this spell is easy, because I'd really rather not be a murderer. I know, hard to believe, right? I'm funny that way.