A/N: This one's short, a teaser leading up to the really juicy stuff. I wish y'all didn't find the last bit so dull, but really, TRUST ME when I say that it was very much NECESSARY to the rest of the (much more interesting) story! Chapter Eight is coming soon, to a theater near you, so stay tuned.
Chapter Seven
It hadn't started out as a good day for Willow on many levels. One of the main reasons would have to be that sheer and utter boredom was, in fact, occupying most of it. And boredom wasn't usually considered to be the breakfast of champions.
But, had you asked her in the days that followed, the weeks that followed, if she could go back in time (sans the universe imploding, of course) and have that boredom back, even for just a little while . . . she would have laughed. If you had to ask, then you clearly didn't know about the chaos that had ensued.
At the time, though, she was oblivious, and sat and waited for it to arrive; and arrive it did. Later, she would admit to herself that she wasn't ready, not for any of it. She would never be ready.
But it would still come for her.
And she was helpless to stop it.