Full Circle
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The WWE, Buffy, Angel and all related items do not belong to me; only the story is mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Willow/?, Lillian/?, Faith/?, Lita/?, Dawn/?
Spoilers: WWE – Up to just before Summerslam 2002, Buffy – up to end of S6 and Angel – up to end of season 3 (all subject to change! I'll keep you posted in future parts).
Distribution: Please ask.
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E-mail: kyizifanfic hotmail. com
Summary: When Lillian, Faith and Willow disappear, will their friends be able to get them back in time to stop what could be the ultimate apocalypse?
Notes: For continuity notes, see prologue. The pairings for this one are no longer set. Having had to come back to it, I'm no longer sure that the original pairings I chose are what I want to go for. I will open new polls on my Yahoo! Group, KyiziFic.
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Willow scowled as the computer in front of her beeped in indignation. She frowned and whacked the side of the screen knowing fine well that it would be unlikely to have any sort of effect other than perhaps breaking the screen as well. She sat back in her chair and rubbed at her head, almost hoping that the action would cause the headache she was getting to disappear. She could feel the magic coursing through her, screaming at her to use it and solve the minor problem but that only caused to irritate her more. She could do this, she'd been able to do this since she was twelve without magic and she would do it now, even if she died in her computer chair trying!
"Any luck, Wills?"
She turned to face Buffy. "No!" She sat up and whacked the monitor again. "Stupid computer."
"Okay, something tells me that hitting the screen isn't going to help."
"No, but it makes her feel better, doesn't it?"
"Yes." Willow smiled as the younger Summer's sister entered the room and cuddled her from behind. "And breaking it would make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside."
"Until you realised what you'd done and started crying all over the computer intestines."
Willow scrunched up her face and looked at her friend. "Okay, that was gross."
Buffy smiled. "Will, you'll get the hang of it again, it just takes practice."
"Yeah, well, that doesn't make me feel any better now." She pouted.
"Will?"
"Yeah, Dawnie?"
"You want to hit the computer screen again?"
Willow smiled and did so. "Feel better already."
Buffy looked at the screen. "So, did you get anything yet?"
"A little, but I think the morgue have increased their computer security. Even before I went – well, a little insane on the magic, it was easier than this." She sighed as Buffy leaned over her, looking at the article Willow had found.
"Third Teen Found Gutted." Buffy grimaced. "Please tell me there isn't a picture."
"No, the police wouldn't allow it, and when they saw the body, the papers didn't want one anyway. Hence, I'm making with the hacking into the morgue. Well, I would be if this stupid computer would work."
"Well, keep at it. Giles said that coven of his saw it as a warning and if three was the target, like they said, our countdown's up."
"It would help if the victims had something in common. Apart from the fact that they were all young women, there's nothing to link them. I mean there was a blonde, a brunette and a redhead, they were all fairly small, but they look nothing alike, were found in different places – one in New York, one in LA and the last one right here in Sunnydale, and they all had completely different backgrounds. Nothing in common really, but how they died."
"I think they represent something,"
"What?" Buffy and Willow turned to Dawn, who shrugged.
"It's just a feeling. You know, a hunch,"
"Somehow, with the fact that you were a magical key, I doubt it's just a hunch. We'll bear it in mind." Buffy frowned. She hated to think of Dawn being too involved in the supernatural, but considering that she had been created by supernatural energy, Buffy figured that was pretty much out of her hands.
"So, you'll never guess who I'm annoyed with."
The young man smiled at his friends and continued. "I'll give you a hint. He was dead and now he's not, he was blond and now he's not, he was evil and now he cries a lot and finally, he was an ass and he always will be."
"Xander, were you mean to Spike again?" Buffy asked with a smile.
"It's William now, remember?" Dawn said, taking a step towards Xander, "and you better not have made him cry again, Xander, he's very fragile!"
"Okay, Dawnie? It's Spike. He might be human now, but he's still Spike. And as for the crying, that was not my fault this time."
"Xander!"
"What?"
"Ugh, men!" Dawn rolled her eyes at him and left the room.
"Dawn, don't spend too long on the phone, Angel's calling later to let us know if they got anything at their end."
"Only if I can talk to Fred again, she's funny,"
Buffy rolled her eyes and smiled. "Be quick and tell Spike if he apologises once more I'll lock him up and hand him to the Watcher's Council."
"Don't even joke about that!" her sister replied from the hallway. "You know he wants to make amends, he might ask you to do that to him as punishment."
Xander frowned. "Is it wrong that I want the old Spike back?"
"Ugh, you're not the only one," Buffy said with an emphatic nod.
"I'm sure when he's had time to adjust, William will be a fine addition to the Scoobies." Willow smiled, watching the look of horror form on Xander's face.
"Either way, I'll just be happy when Dawn decides her work helping him is over. The phone bill was huge last time."
"At least you don't have to live with him," Xander said, glaring at Willow. "Did I ever thank you for telling him he could move in with me?"
Willow rolled her eyes. "Every day." She sighed. "Look, you had room and Anya went to London with Giles, so the magic shop is out until I can afford to repair it. We agreed. It was a deal."
"Yeah, well, I…"
"Xander?" Willow frowned as her friend trailed off. Turning she saw that Buffy was also on alert.
"Guys what is it?" she asked, trying to ignore the tingling sensation sweeping through her.
Suddenly Dawn screamed and ran into the room. "Willow!" she cried, as the redheaded witch disappeared in a flash of red light.
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