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FanFiction.net is having troubles with showing HTML files (Which I have uploaded chapter 3 and 4 as so there is a new line). That is why it says that there is a whole heap of chapters, but only one and two are viewable. This is a text document, and I'm not sure wether the new line thing will work.
Disclaimers: All characters here are owned by Joss Whedon and co. They are in no way mine, and there is going to be no profit made from this story, except for my personal enjoyment.
Distribution: Anywhere, just tell me where it's going, and give me credit (The-Aussie-Witch)
Spoilers: Season 6, and some Season 7 rumoured spoilers (I'm not looking at all the spoilers for Season 7)
Rating: PG-13 because of violence and language, and because there is no M-15+ on Fanfiction.net (An Australian Rating standing for Mature Audiences, fifteen and older).
Summary: starts straight from the minute Grave left off! I am not a Spike and Buffy 'shipper' and I'm not sure if things will be right between those two as of yet (Maybe, maybe not). Some 'people' from Spike's past as a human might be involved as well.
Note: This was done in MS Word and is in book format. For some reason, Fanfiction.net is not picking up the single line 'enters' (ie, a new line for when a person speaks). In Word Format, it is so, but on FF.net, there is sometimes no new line.
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Chapter 3
Buffy, Giles, Xander, Willow, Dawn, and even Anya had all rested and lounged about for something close to three days. Giles had used the time to recover from his fight with Willow, as well as think about some things he needed to do. From what Buffy could observe, he was always on the phone to someone back in England. Dawn didn't need too much time to recover from the shock of it all, and she was actively participating in life. Buffy had spent most of the time sleeping, or thinking about the situation with Willow and what they could do with her. Anya used the time to seriously consider things between herself and Xander, and wether she saw a future in it or not. There was something about Xander saving the world through his friendship with Willow that Anya admired. Towards the third day, she had realised that even though she was a demon again, she wanted that kind of friendship with someone, and that the only two people she knew well enough were Xander and Giles.
Xander woke up on the air mattress again. He had let Willow have his, and formerly Anya's room for the double bed while he slept on the air mattress in the spare room. He looked across at the clock he had placed next to his temporary bed, and he saw that it was almost time to go to the Magic Box, for a meeting Giles had called. They were going to discuss Willow's situation. Giles had told Xander to try and get her to come, but it wasn't necessary for her to be there. He got up and changed into something that would look at least a bit respectable and walked out into the main room. He walked across to his bedroom and tapped quietly on the door.
"Willow?" he asked. "Can I come in?" Xander didn't hear any response, and he was worried for the redhead. He hadn't seen her surface from the room for the whole period she had been staying at his apartment. He slowly opened the door and had a look inside. He saw Willow curled up in a ball, hugging her legs, while lying on the bed. He moved around so he could see her face. His heart skipped a beat as he looked at her. She was staring at the wall, her eyes bloodshot with dark circles under them. He could see that she had recently been crying as the tears were still wet on her face. Her red hair was covering half of her face. He looked at her, and he could see how skinny she had become in three days. He moved over and put his hand on her cheek. He saw her eyes shift up and look at him. "God Willow. To be honest, you look terrible. You need to drink, and eat, something," he said while stroking his thumb along her cheek. He was only met by a blank stare. "Promise me that you'll eat something while I'm gone," Xander said. Willow just stared at him again. He could see fresh tears forming in her eyes.
"Gone?" she asked almost silently.
"Yeah. You know... that meeting I told you Giles was holding... You wanna come?" Xander said to her. Willow just shook her head from side to side slowly. "Okay... Just eat something while I'm away. Promise?" Xander asked. Willow slightly nodded her head, and Xander kissed her on the forehead, turned around and left the room. As he was closing the door, he heard Willow start to cry again.
Willow lay in bed, she was crying again now. Everything that had happened over the last week caught up to her; again. She wept about Tara's death. She wept about trying to kill all of her friends, and she wept because they were still there for her. She didn't know what she had done to deserve their comfort. It tore her up inside that they were all being so supportive to her, especially Xander. She still felt where he had touched her on her face, and she tried to rub it off with her hand. She didn't deserve their love, and she desperately wanted to be with Tara again.
Everyone was sitting around, the Summers' lounge room, the mood sombre. They were all waiting for Giles to come down before they started to do any serious talking. Anya, Dawn and Buffy were on the couch while Xander was standing. Eventually, Giles came down from the second story of their house, and they got started.
"How is she?" Giles said as soon as he saw Xander.
"I don't know," he replied.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Giles asked calmly.
"There's not a word that I know of to describe her," Xander replied. Before anyone could interrupt he continued. " I only saw her just before I left to come here. She hasn't eaten or had anything to drink in three days, and she'll hardly speak. She's skin and bones... a-and I think she's crying most of the day, and night too," he explained. There was a short silence as everyone stared at him, not believing what he was saying. "And in my opinion, scary-veiny Willow looked better than skinny-super depressed Willow." There was yet more silence. Everyone felt awkward as they didn't know what to do.
"I'm going back to England," Giles said after an eternity. Everyone turned and glared at him. "And I'm taking Willow with me," he added in. He was met by confused looks all around.
"Why?" Dawn asked. Giles took off his glasses and produced a cloth out of his pocket. He began to clean his glasses while explaining.
"I-I believe that the coven in Devon, who imbued me with their powers, may be able to help her, both with the magicks a-and the grieving process," Giles explained.
"I think that she needs to be with her friends," both Dawn and Buffy said. "We're virtually her family. If anyone can help, we can," Buffy said. Giles looked at Buffy for a while, and then at Dawn, and then at Xander, and finally Anya.
"I don't believe that's the case... you saw on King Man's Bluff how Willow tried to kill herself, because we were too caring to her, and she believed she didn't deserve that... I think she needs time away from here, and from people she knows," Giles said. It was obvious to everyone that Giles had done a lot of thinking about this. There was another long silence as everyone thought about what would happen to Willow, and how things would be around Sunnydale without her. "But that's not the main reason I called this meeting," Giles said. Xander, Dawn and Anya all got confused looks on their faces. Only Buffy knew what Giles was going to say next.
"What else is there to talk about?" Anya asked.
"O-Over the last couple of days, I regret, that I've had to arrange Tara's funeral... I-It's tomorrow, at midday... Tomorrow night, I'm taking Willow," Giles almost whispered. Xander felt his heart cringe at the thought of Tara. She was the only person who didn't judge anyone, and who kept an open mind, and who was always down to earth. He remembered the moments when he had seen Willow and Tara together, and both of them seemed to glow. He remembered when he had first met Tara, and how she was a shy witch that could hardly look anyone in the eye. He then remembered the Tara of the year that had gone by. She was confident and proud.
"It isn't fair," he muttered under his breath. "No one like her deserves to die," he said louder this time. "How is it that the best people end up dying?" Xander said while shaking his head. "I'm sorry, but I'm outta here. I'll tell Willow about everything. I don't know if she'll listen or not, but I'll tell her," Xander said. "I'll see you all tomorrow." He turned around and walked out the door.
Buffy knew exactly what Xander meant before he had left. She didn't know why the best people had to die. Tara was one of the best people she had known: Buffy was pretty sure that Tara and her mother were the best people she had known. Buffy remembered that they both were always there, supporting everyone around them. They were the rocks of Buffy's life. Recently, Tara had been there to support Buffy and her 'relationship' with Spike. What Buffy remembered was that Tara wasn't disgusted because she didn't judge Buffy for doing that, and she didn't judge Spike either. Buffy realised that she could never let this happen again. She knew exactly what she needed to do, but now was not the right time. It would never be the right time for a while.
Xander walked into his apartment, very depressed. He looked around, and was pleased to see the bathroom light on and the door slightly ajar. That meant that Willow had gotten up, which was a good thing. He approached the door, and he didn't hear any running water, so Willow couldn't be having a shower. He tapped on the door with his knuckles.
"Willow?" he asked. "You in there? I'm giving you five seconds to get a towel, and then I'm coming in," Xander said. He waited ten seconds, and then walked into the bathroom.. He saw Willow, sitting on the ground with her legs curled to the side, and her back to him. He saw her holding something, and he walked closer. Xander could see Willow's left hand side, and he saw that Willow's right hand was trembling, and that she was holding something. He walked closer, and he saw and saw that Willow blood on Willow's right arm, which was dripping onto her left arm, which was below it. had slashed one of her wrists, with a razor that she was holding. At first, his brain didn't register what he was seeing, and then, when it did, he was sure that his heart stopped. "Willow? What are you doing?"
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This has gotten a little dark, and the next chapter will probably be the darkest, with Tara's funeral and all. But things are going to pick up, and a plot will eventually be wound into the story! If you're a Willow fan, this is going to be heart wrenching stuff (i hope).
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FanFiction.net is having troubles with showing HTML files (Which I have uploaded chapter 3 and 4 as so there is a new line). That is why it says that there is a whole heap of chapters, but only one and two are viewable. This is a text document, and I'm not sure wether the new line thing will work.
Disclaimers: All characters here are owned by Joss Whedon and co. They are in no way mine, and there is going to be no profit made from this story, except for my personal enjoyment.
Distribution: Anywhere, just tell me where it's going, and give me credit (The-Aussie-Witch)
Spoilers: Season 6, and some Season 7 rumoured spoilers (I'm not looking at all the spoilers for Season 7)
Rating: PG-13 because of violence and language, and because there is no M-15+ on Fanfiction.net (An Australian Rating standing for Mature Audiences, fifteen and older).
Summary: starts straight from the minute Grave left off! I am not a Spike and Buffy 'shipper' and I'm not sure if things will be right between those two as of yet (Maybe, maybe not). Some 'people' from Spike's past as a human might be involved as well.
Note: This was done in MS Word and is in book format. For some reason, Fanfiction.net is not picking up the single line 'enters' (ie, a new line for when a person speaks). In Word Format, it is so, but on FF.net, there is sometimes no new line.
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Chapter 3
Buffy, Giles, Xander, Willow, Dawn, and even Anya had all rested and lounged about for something close to three days. Giles had used the time to recover from his fight with Willow, as well as think about some things he needed to do. From what Buffy could observe, he was always on the phone to someone back in England. Dawn didn't need too much time to recover from the shock of it all, and she was actively participating in life. Buffy had spent most of the time sleeping, or thinking about the situation with Willow and what they could do with her. Anya used the time to seriously consider things between herself and Xander, and wether she saw a future in it or not. There was something about Xander saving the world through his friendship with Willow that Anya admired. Towards the third day, she had realised that even though she was a demon again, she wanted that kind of friendship with someone, and that the only two people she knew well enough were Xander and Giles.
Xander woke up on the air mattress again. He had let Willow have his, and formerly Anya's room for the double bed while he slept on the air mattress in the spare room. He looked across at the clock he had placed next to his temporary bed, and he saw that it was almost time to go to the Magic Box, for a meeting Giles had called. They were going to discuss Willow's situation. Giles had told Xander to try and get her to come, but it wasn't necessary for her to be there. He got up and changed into something that would look at least a bit respectable and walked out into the main room. He walked across to his bedroom and tapped quietly on the door.
"Willow?" he asked. "Can I come in?" Xander didn't hear any response, and he was worried for the redhead. He hadn't seen her surface from the room for the whole period she had been staying at his apartment. He slowly opened the door and had a look inside. He saw Willow curled up in a ball, hugging her legs, while lying on the bed. He moved around so he could see her face. His heart skipped a beat as he looked at her. She was staring at the wall, her eyes bloodshot with dark circles under them. He could see that she had recently been crying as the tears were still wet on her face. Her red hair was covering half of her face. He looked at her, and he could see how skinny she had become in three days. He moved over and put his hand on her cheek. He saw her eyes shift up and look at him. "God Willow. To be honest, you look terrible. You need to drink, and eat, something," he said while stroking his thumb along her cheek. He was only met by a blank stare. "Promise me that you'll eat something while I'm gone," Xander said. Willow just stared at him again. He could see fresh tears forming in her eyes.
"Gone?" she asked almost silently.
"Yeah. You know... that meeting I told you Giles was holding... You wanna come?" Xander said to her. Willow just shook her head from side to side slowly. "Okay... Just eat something while I'm away. Promise?" Xander asked. Willow slightly nodded her head, and Xander kissed her on the forehead, turned around and left the room. As he was closing the door, he heard Willow start to cry again.
Willow lay in bed, she was crying again now. Everything that had happened over the last week caught up to her; again. She wept about Tara's death. She wept about trying to kill all of her friends, and she wept because they were still there for her. She didn't know what she had done to deserve their comfort. It tore her up inside that they were all being so supportive to her, especially Xander. She still felt where he had touched her on her face, and she tried to rub it off with her hand. She didn't deserve their love, and she desperately wanted to be with Tara again.
Everyone was sitting around, the Summers' lounge room, the mood sombre. They were all waiting for Giles to come down before they started to do any serious talking. Anya, Dawn and Buffy were on the couch while Xander was standing. Eventually, Giles came down from the second story of their house, and they got started.
"How is she?" Giles said as soon as he saw Xander.
"I don't know," he replied.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Giles asked calmly.
"There's not a word that I know of to describe her," Xander replied. Before anyone could interrupt he continued. " I only saw her just before I left to come here. She hasn't eaten or had anything to drink in three days, and she'll hardly speak. She's skin and bones... a-and I think she's crying most of the day, and night too," he explained. There was a short silence as everyone stared at him, not believing what he was saying. "And in my opinion, scary-veiny Willow looked better than skinny-super depressed Willow." There was yet more silence. Everyone felt awkward as they didn't know what to do.
"I'm going back to England," Giles said after an eternity. Everyone turned and glared at him. "And I'm taking Willow with me," he added in. He was met by confused looks all around.
"Why?" Dawn asked. Giles took off his glasses and produced a cloth out of his pocket. He began to clean his glasses while explaining.
"I-I believe that the coven in Devon, who imbued me with their powers, may be able to help her, both with the magicks a-and the grieving process," Giles explained.
"I think that she needs to be with her friends," both Dawn and Buffy said. "We're virtually her family. If anyone can help, we can," Buffy said. Giles looked at Buffy for a while, and then at Dawn, and then at Xander, and finally Anya.
"I don't believe that's the case... you saw on King Man's Bluff how Willow tried to kill herself, because we were too caring to her, and she believed she didn't deserve that... I think she needs time away from here, and from people she knows," Giles said. It was obvious to everyone that Giles had done a lot of thinking about this. There was another long silence as everyone thought about what would happen to Willow, and how things would be around Sunnydale without her. "But that's not the main reason I called this meeting," Giles said. Xander, Dawn and Anya all got confused looks on their faces. Only Buffy knew what Giles was going to say next.
"What else is there to talk about?" Anya asked.
"O-Over the last couple of days, I regret, that I've had to arrange Tara's funeral... I-It's tomorrow, at midday... Tomorrow night, I'm taking Willow," Giles almost whispered. Xander felt his heart cringe at the thought of Tara. She was the only person who didn't judge anyone, and who kept an open mind, and who was always down to earth. He remembered the moments when he had seen Willow and Tara together, and both of them seemed to glow. He remembered when he had first met Tara, and how she was a shy witch that could hardly look anyone in the eye. He then remembered the Tara of the year that had gone by. She was confident and proud.
"It isn't fair," he muttered under his breath. "No one like her deserves to die," he said louder this time. "How is it that the best people end up dying?" Xander said while shaking his head. "I'm sorry, but I'm outta here. I'll tell Willow about everything. I don't know if she'll listen or not, but I'll tell her," Xander said. "I'll see you all tomorrow." He turned around and walked out the door.
Buffy knew exactly what Xander meant before he had left. She didn't know why the best people had to die. Tara was one of the best people she had known: Buffy was pretty sure that Tara and her mother were the best people she had known. Buffy remembered that they both were always there, supporting everyone around them. They were the rocks of Buffy's life. Recently, Tara had been there to support Buffy and her 'relationship' with Spike. What Buffy remembered was that Tara wasn't disgusted because she didn't judge Buffy for doing that, and she didn't judge Spike either. Buffy realised that she could never let this happen again. She knew exactly what she needed to do, but now was not the right time. It would never be the right time for a while.
Xander walked into his apartment, very depressed. He looked around, and was pleased to see the bathroom light on and the door slightly ajar. That meant that Willow had gotten up, which was a good thing. He approached the door, and he didn't hear any running water, so Willow couldn't be having a shower. He tapped on the door with his knuckles.
"Willow?" he asked. "You in there? I'm giving you five seconds to get a towel, and then I'm coming in," Xander said. He waited ten seconds, and then walked into the bathroom.. He saw Willow, sitting on the ground with her legs curled to the side, and her back to him. He saw her holding something, and he walked closer. Xander could see Willow's left hand side, and he saw that Willow's right hand was trembling, and that she was holding something. He walked closer, and he saw and saw that Willow blood on Willow's right arm, which was dripping onto her left arm, which was below it. had slashed one of her wrists, with a razor that she was holding. At first, his brain didn't register what he was seeing, and then, when it did, he was sure that his heart stopped. "Willow? What are you doing?"
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This has gotten a little dark, and the next chapter will probably be the darkest, with Tara's funeral and all. But things are going to pick up, and a plot will eventually be wound into the story! If you're a Willow fan, this is going to be heart wrenching stuff (i hope).
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