August 7th, 2003
Willow had been a lot of things in her life. A daughter, computer geek, friend, and powerful wicca, just to name a few. But being a watcher, that was something totally foreign to her. Being responsible for bringing a young girl into a world, that before hand, only existed in her wildest dreams...or nightmares. Depends on how you look at it. It was so much more than that. Her mother had never been deeply involved with her life, and Willow had never had a sister. Buffy had all of those things. A devoted mother, a careing sister, and an unquestionably strong relationship with her watcher. Willow was both unsure, and excited to share the same thing with Dolce. But getting to know her, as well as earning and keeping her trust, wasn't going to be easy.
Willow drummed her fingers on the steering wheel along to the tune softly flowing from her car speakers. It was a familiar melody; "A Boy Named Sue" by Johnny Cash. As kids she and Xander used to listen to his Uncle Rory's old records. He just happened to be a huge Johnny Cash fan.
She glanced over at Dolce, who after the first hour on the road, had drifted into a heavy sleep. Dolce's small, undeveloped chest rose and fell softly, as she breathed out of partially open lips. Willow smiled to herself, wondering how such a seemingly innocent, unexpereinced girl, could have such a meaningfull, yet harsh, destiny. There was a time long ago, back before crosses and stakes resided in her purse, that she was the same girl. Jesse's death had brought Willow a rude awakening; she was no longer a sheltered child. And the world was a lot darker then it seemed.
Now Dolce would have the same awakening. She'd have Willow to soften the blow though. Dolce began stirr, but didn't awaken. Her long dark hair was in a tight ponytail pulled together at the name of her neck, and her green tank top was slightly wrinkled. For a fleeting moment, Willow invishioned herself there, sleeping contently in the passenger seat of her mother's car, curled up with her red hair in curls. The song changed, and Willow turned her attention back to the road. She pressed her foot harder on the peddle, as the 2002 Santa Fe passed a road sign reading: Boston 80 miles.
A/N: I had to leave a little something about Johnny Cash in there. My mom was a big fan of Johnny Cash, since her brother was a big fan when they were growing up. Sadly, her brother died of Cancer the year before I was born, but his memory lives on, as long as dear old Johnny. He we'll surely be missed.
Willow had been a lot of things in her life. A daughter, computer geek, friend, and powerful wicca, just to name a few. But being a watcher, that was something totally foreign to her. Being responsible for bringing a young girl into a world, that before hand, only existed in her wildest dreams...or nightmares. Depends on how you look at it. It was so much more than that. Her mother had never been deeply involved with her life, and Willow had never had a sister. Buffy had all of those things. A devoted mother, a careing sister, and an unquestionably strong relationship with her watcher. Willow was both unsure, and excited to share the same thing with Dolce. But getting to know her, as well as earning and keeping her trust, wasn't going to be easy.
Willow drummed her fingers on the steering wheel along to the tune softly flowing from her car speakers. It was a familiar melody; "A Boy Named Sue" by Johnny Cash. As kids she and Xander used to listen to his Uncle Rory's old records. He just happened to be a huge Johnny Cash fan.
She glanced over at Dolce, who after the first hour on the road, had drifted into a heavy sleep. Dolce's small, undeveloped chest rose and fell softly, as she breathed out of partially open lips. Willow smiled to herself, wondering how such a seemingly innocent, unexpereinced girl, could have such a meaningfull, yet harsh, destiny. There was a time long ago, back before crosses and stakes resided in her purse, that she was the same girl. Jesse's death had brought Willow a rude awakening; she was no longer a sheltered child. And the world was a lot darker then it seemed.
Now Dolce would have the same awakening. She'd have Willow to soften the blow though. Dolce began stirr, but didn't awaken. Her long dark hair was in a tight ponytail pulled together at the name of her neck, and her green tank top was slightly wrinkled. For a fleeting moment, Willow invishioned herself there, sleeping contently in the passenger seat of her mother's car, curled up with her red hair in curls. The song changed, and Willow turned her attention back to the road. She pressed her foot harder on the peddle, as the 2002 Santa Fe passed a road sign reading: Boston 80 miles.
A/N: I had to leave a little something about Johnny Cash in there. My mom was a big fan of Johnny Cash, since her brother was a big fan when they were growing up. Sadly, her brother died of Cancer the year before I was born, but his memory lives on, as long as dear old Johnny. He we'll surely be missed.