Series: Eternal Passions
Title: Death of a Saint
Author: Melanie M./Shai/Misty AKA SailorFireStarr@aol.com/SSailorUranuss@aol.com
Archive: please ASK if you want to archive it.
Pairing: none, but some Faith/Willow cuteness!
Rating: R
Disclaimers: none of the Buffy chars. belong to me, I'm just borrowing them for my fic so please dun sew me.
Comments: I need feedback, lots of it.
Death of a Saint
Willow sat in her room, silently flipping through the newest addition of PC Accelerator when she heard the front door slam shut. She closed the magazine and set it aside before heading downstairs to greet her parents.
"Hey," she greeted cheerily. The gloomy looks that met her were not a good sign. Something was wrong. "What's wrong?" she inquired, her voice now critical.
"Your grandma's in the hospital. She was attacked last night and is in critical condition," her mother answered, fighting tears.
"We came home to pick you up because she wants you to be there," her father added.
"It she gonna be ok?" Willow pouted, grabbing her jacket as they headed to the car.
"I don't know."
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"Nana, it's me, Willow."
"Willow? Come sit next to nana," the old woman whispered hoarsely.
Willow took a seat next to the bed and clasped her grandma's hand. This couldn't be happening, not now.
"Oh, my little Willow, don't be sad. My time has come and the angels are calling. They're coming for me child, to carry me home. I wanted to see your face one more time before I go and I need to tell you something. When I was young my mama gave me a book, a diary that belonged to her mother's great grandma. She said I would know who to give it to when the time came and I know by what I've read that it belongs to you. Here sweet child, take it," the feeble woman whispered, holding out a large black book.
Willow took it and whispered softly, "thank you nana, but why do you have to go? I mean. . ." She was silenced by a slender digit pressing to her lips.
"The circle of life my Willow. Take care of your mama for me child and I will be watching over you," the woman whispered before closing her eyes and taking her last breath.
Willow felt the hand in hers go limp. "Nana?" she whispered as tears threatened to spill onto her cheeks. Her parents came into the room and she began to cry. Taking the book she stepped out of the room. The world seemed so cruel and twisted. First Oz and now her nana, the only person she'd ever trusted indefinitely and loved so deeply. When her parents hadn't been around her nana had and she had grown so close to her but now she was gone.
Willow ran out of the hospital as fast as she could. She ran as fast as she could. She passed the park she use to go to when she was little. It was so full of memories that she couldn't bear looking at it. She ran to the only place she felt safe. It was a couple miles from her old elementary and surprisingly it was still there. She pushed the bushes aside and crawled into the small passage near the railroad tracks. With tear stained cheeks she made her way up the old tree house she'd built with her grandma.
They'd built it when her father was off in some foreign country. It was her secret place where she use to go when she was scared, angry or just wanted to be alone. She'd stopped going there when she started high school. She had told herself she was "too old" to have a secret hiding place. Now she had far more worries than she'd ever imagined and all she wanted to do was return to the times when she was little and the only thing that mattered was eating your vegetables and being a good girl. What ever happened to those days?
She picked up the old match book and lit the white candle with a half smile. The last time she'd come here was when she'd run away in the 8th grade because she had a fight with Xander. Everything was still there. The matches, the pillow, the blanket, the playing cards and the old radio. She laid down, turning the radio on with the volume just high enough for her to hear.
"When the night has come, and the land is dark. And the moon is the only light we'll see. No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid. Just as long as you stand, stand by me," the radio sang softly.
Willow cried softly onto her pillow. Her nana had always loved that song. She turned the radio off and cried herself to sleep.
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"Will's missing? Ok, I'll look for her," Buffy whispered into the phone before hanging up. This wasn't good. It was dark, the moon was full and Willow was missing. At hearing those words Buffy had become frantic. She was pacing in her living room, trying like crazy not to break down.
Faith was in the next room, unaware of the whole situation. Buffy knew how close Willow was to her grandma and that was the major reason the slayer was nearly having a mental breakdown. She didn't want to lay the burden of finding Willow on Faith but she had to find her.
Buffy gripped the phone then dialed quickly.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end answered.
"Hi Giles. I need your help. We need to have a meeting."
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Faith walked silently through the brush, her eyes scanning all of her surroundings carefully. She'd been given the ghetto side of town, the place nobody really wanted to be after dark but she was a big girl and could take care of herself. She didn't know why in the world Red would be in this neighborhood but it was worth a shot. She walked a few inches toward the railroad track when something caught her eye. It was a low flickering light well hidden by the bushes and the dark oak tree house and to the naked eye wouldn't have been visible to just and human but to the slayer it was a sign.
Faith crept past the bushes and followed the path to the tree house. She gently pushed the door open, waking the sleeping redhead. Willow looked up, her bloodshot eyes begging the slayer to turn around and pretend she'd never seen her but Faith couldn't do that. Instead she sat beside the Wiccan and whispered softly, "we were worried Red."
"I'm sorry. Why are you here? Did Buffy send you?" the waking Wiccan demanded.
"Easy Red. We started a search party and I got this part of town. When I saw the light I followed it hopin to find you."
"Now that you've found me you can go back and tell them I'm alright."
"They don't need me but you look like you do. You wanna talk about it?"
"No."
"Ok."
They looked at each other for a moment then Willow broke down. "My grandma just died," the witch sobbed.
Faith took the sobbing girl into her arms, stroking her hair gently as she whispered in a soothing tone, "It's gonna be ok Red." Faith didn't quiet know what to do but doing and saying what her instincts were screaming for her to do seemed to be working.
Willow snuggled close to the slayer, holding her tight. Faith was the only one she had right now and that didn't seem to even faze her. She liked the feeling of the slayers warm, strong arms around her, her soft soothing voice in her ear. It was so comforting yet strange. She'd never known Faith was so gentle, so caring.
"Red, I'm gonna go call B and tell her you're ok," the slayer whispered, pulling away gently.
"Faith, please don't leave," Willow instinctively whispered, pulling the confused slayer close once more.
"Ok Red, I won't go. Tell me about you grandma? Was she a nice lady?"
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Buffy looked at her watch. It wasn't like Faith to be late, at least not half an hour late. She finally raised her eyes to the others. "I know she's with Faith. If they're together then Will's safe. We'd better get some sleep." The others agreed with a nod and they went their separate ways.
Buffy had this feeling that Willow was safe and that Faith was with her. Some part of her wanted to look for them but the other, more superior, side of her was rushing her to bed. She needed sleep, they all did.
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Morning arrived, the sun shining in on the sleeping couple. They had talked until they both could barely keep their eyes open. They'd fallen asleep with the blanket over them, Faith's head on the pillow. Willow's arms were tightly wound around Faith's waist, her head on the slayers shoulder.
Willow was the first to wake, her emerald eyes sleepily opening. She took a moment to gaze at the peaceful, almost innocent look Faith bore. She looked so sweet, so content, so harmless. Now that was debatable. Willow smiled to herself then whispered in the slayers ear, "rise and shine."
Normally Faith would have crucified anyone who dared to disturb her slumber but for some reason she didn't have the heart to do more than smirk at the other woman. "Feelin better," she yawned.
Willow sighed then looked into Faith's eyes. "I'll live."
"That's good to know."
"Faith, about last night. . ."
"Red, it's ok."
Willow pressed her lips to Faith's cheek. "Thank you."
"No prob."
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Buffy and the others waited in front of the Summer's residence impatiently. "She said and hour," Buffy mumbled.
Faith and Willow appeared in the sunset approaching the small group of people. Willow's parents were the first to give their daughter a hug and tell her that they missed her and to never run away like that again. Willow looked at the Scoobs and smiled. Buffy was the first to step forward.
"Will, you really had us worried."
"If Faith hadn't been there I probably wouldn't have come back."
Buffy hugged her best friend, her eyes searching for the dark slayer. She'd vanished. "Speaking of Faith, where'd she run off to?"
Willow grinned. "She probably went back to her hotel room. After spending the night hearing me babble and sob I'm sure she needs some peace and quiet."
They all had a laugh before going into Buffy's house for some tea.
~~ End ~~
Title: Death of a Saint
Author: Melanie M./Shai/Misty AKA SailorFireStarr@aol.com/SSailorUranuss@aol.com
Archive: please ASK if you want to archive it.
Pairing: none, but some Faith/Willow cuteness!
Rating: R
Disclaimers: none of the Buffy chars. belong to me, I'm just borrowing them for my fic so please dun sew me.
Comments: I need feedback, lots of it.
Death of a Saint
Willow sat in her room, silently flipping through the newest addition of PC Accelerator when she heard the front door slam shut. She closed the magazine and set it aside before heading downstairs to greet her parents.
"Hey," she greeted cheerily. The gloomy looks that met her were not a good sign. Something was wrong. "What's wrong?" she inquired, her voice now critical.
"Your grandma's in the hospital. She was attacked last night and is in critical condition," her mother answered, fighting tears.
"We came home to pick you up because she wants you to be there," her father added.
"It she gonna be ok?" Willow pouted, grabbing her jacket as they headed to the car.
"I don't know."
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"Nana, it's me, Willow."
"Willow? Come sit next to nana," the old woman whispered hoarsely.
Willow took a seat next to the bed and clasped her grandma's hand. This couldn't be happening, not now.
"Oh, my little Willow, don't be sad. My time has come and the angels are calling. They're coming for me child, to carry me home. I wanted to see your face one more time before I go and I need to tell you something. When I was young my mama gave me a book, a diary that belonged to her mother's great grandma. She said I would know who to give it to when the time came and I know by what I've read that it belongs to you. Here sweet child, take it," the feeble woman whispered, holding out a large black book.
Willow took it and whispered softly, "thank you nana, but why do you have to go? I mean. . ." She was silenced by a slender digit pressing to her lips.
"The circle of life my Willow. Take care of your mama for me child and I will be watching over you," the woman whispered before closing her eyes and taking her last breath.
Willow felt the hand in hers go limp. "Nana?" she whispered as tears threatened to spill onto her cheeks. Her parents came into the room and she began to cry. Taking the book she stepped out of the room. The world seemed so cruel and twisted. First Oz and now her nana, the only person she'd ever trusted indefinitely and loved so deeply. When her parents hadn't been around her nana had and she had grown so close to her but now she was gone.
Willow ran out of the hospital as fast as she could. She ran as fast as she could. She passed the park she use to go to when she was little. It was so full of memories that she couldn't bear looking at it. She ran to the only place she felt safe. It was a couple miles from her old elementary and surprisingly it was still there. She pushed the bushes aside and crawled into the small passage near the railroad tracks. With tear stained cheeks she made her way up the old tree house she'd built with her grandma.
They'd built it when her father was off in some foreign country. It was her secret place where she use to go when she was scared, angry or just wanted to be alone. She'd stopped going there when she started high school. She had told herself she was "too old" to have a secret hiding place. Now she had far more worries than she'd ever imagined and all she wanted to do was return to the times when she was little and the only thing that mattered was eating your vegetables and being a good girl. What ever happened to those days?
She picked up the old match book and lit the white candle with a half smile. The last time she'd come here was when she'd run away in the 8th grade because she had a fight with Xander. Everything was still there. The matches, the pillow, the blanket, the playing cards and the old radio. She laid down, turning the radio on with the volume just high enough for her to hear.
"When the night has come, and the land is dark. And the moon is the only light we'll see. No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid. Just as long as you stand, stand by me," the radio sang softly.
Willow cried softly onto her pillow. Her nana had always loved that song. She turned the radio off and cried herself to sleep.
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"Will's missing? Ok, I'll look for her," Buffy whispered into the phone before hanging up. This wasn't good. It was dark, the moon was full and Willow was missing. At hearing those words Buffy had become frantic. She was pacing in her living room, trying like crazy not to break down.
Faith was in the next room, unaware of the whole situation. Buffy knew how close Willow was to her grandma and that was the major reason the slayer was nearly having a mental breakdown. She didn't want to lay the burden of finding Willow on Faith but she had to find her.
Buffy gripped the phone then dialed quickly.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end answered.
"Hi Giles. I need your help. We need to have a meeting."
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Faith walked silently through the brush, her eyes scanning all of her surroundings carefully. She'd been given the ghetto side of town, the place nobody really wanted to be after dark but she was a big girl and could take care of herself. She didn't know why in the world Red would be in this neighborhood but it was worth a shot. She walked a few inches toward the railroad track when something caught her eye. It was a low flickering light well hidden by the bushes and the dark oak tree house and to the naked eye wouldn't have been visible to just and human but to the slayer it was a sign.
Faith crept past the bushes and followed the path to the tree house. She gently pushed the door open, waking the sleeping redhead. Willow looked up, her bloodshot eyes begging the slayer to turn around and pretend she'd never seen her but Faith couldn't do that. Instead she sat beside the Wiccan and whispered softly, "we were worried Red."
"I'm sorry. Why are you here? Did Buffy send you?" the waking Wiccan demanded.
"Easy Red. We started a search party and I got this part of town. When I saw the light I followed it hopin to find you."
"Now that you've found me you can go back and tell them I'm alright."
"They don't need me but you look like you do. You wanna talk about it?"
"No."
"Ok."
They looked at each other for a moment then Willow broke down. "My grandma just died," the witch sobbed.
Faith took the sobbing girl into her arms, stroking her hair gently as she whispered in a soothing tone, "It's gonna be ok Red." Faith didn't quiet know what to do but doing and saying what her instincts were screaming for her to do seemed to be working.
Willow snuggled close to the slayer, holding her tight. Faith was the only one she had right now and that didn't seem to even faze her. She liked the feeling of the slayers warm, strong arms around her, her soft soothing voice in her ear. It was so comforting yet strange. She'd never known Faith was so gentle, so caring.
"Red, I'm gonna go call B and tell her you're ok," the slayer whispered, pulling away gently.
"Faith, please don't leave," Willow instinctively whispered, pulling the confused slayer close once more.
"Ok Red, I won't go. Tell me about you grandma? Was she a nice lady?"
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Buffy looked at her watch. It wasn't like Faith to be late, at least not half an hour late. She finally raised her eyes to the others. "I know she's with Faith. If they're together then Will's safe. We'd better get some sleep." The others agreed with a nod and they went their separate ways.
Buffy had this feeling that Willow was safe and that Faith was with her. Some part of her wanted to look for them but the other, more superior, side of her was rushing her to bed. She needed sleep, they all did.
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Morning arrived, the sun shining in on the sleeping couple. They had talked until they both could barely keep their eyes open. They'd fallen asleep with the blanket over them, Faith's head on the pillow. Willow's arms were tightly wound around Faith's waist, her head on the slayers shoulder.
Willow was the first to wake, her emerald eyes sleepily opening. She took a moment to gaze at the peaceful, almost innocent look Faith bore. She looked so sweet, so content, so harmless. Now that was debatable. Willow smiled to herself then whispered in the slayers ear, "rise and shine."
Normally Faith would have crucified anyone who dared to disturb her slumber but for some reason she didn't have the heart to do more than smirk at the other woman. "Feelin better," she yawned.
Willow sighed then looked into Faith's eyes. "I'll live."
"That's good to know."
"Faith, about last night. . ."
"Red, it's ok."
Willow pressed her lips to Faith's cheek. "Thank you."
"No prob."
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Buffy and the others waited in front of the Summer's residence impatiently. "She said and hour," Buffy mumbled.
Faith and Willow appeared in the sunset approaching the small group of people. Willow's parents were the first to give their daughter a hug and tell her that they missed her and to never run away like that again. Willow looked at the Scoobs and smiled. Buffy was the first to step forward.
"Will, you really had us worried."
"If Faith hadn't been there I probably wouldn't have come back."
Buffy hugged her best friend, her eyes searching for the dark slayer. She'd vanished. "Speaking of Faith, where'd she run off to?"
Willow grinned. "She probably went back to her hotel room. After spending the night hearing me babble and sob I'm sure she needs some peace and quiet."
They all had a laugh before going into Buffy's house for some tea.
~~ End ~~