A/N- 1st off, warning for character death (but no character created prior to season 7). And second off , spoilers for season 7.

Basically, I'm rearranging the results of chosen. characters who need not be here, go away, characters i love, get to stay. And the title will be explained THIS chappie!

AUTHORS NOTE---- I WAS ON HIATUS. Well, I didnt really have a choice, traveling to different countries and coming home to a not functioning computer makes it tricky to update. Chapters should be up for my fics in he next few days. :D Sorry!!

::::Rewarded::::Chapter Three::::Verus Amor::::
Good Nights Motel. Just the name of the shabby facility made her nauseous. It sounded like something from a slasher movie, which based on the desolate location and strange noises, wouldn't be very far off.

After talking Xander into bunking with Dawn, which left Giles with Andrew and her with a queen size bed to herself, Willow fell back wards onto the mattress, ignoring the loud squeak that it gave her in reply. Kicking off her shoes, the redhead pushed her way under the less-than-fresh blankets and pulled them over her head. She was completely exhausted yet incredibly wired, and she hated the feeling. So she turned to the only fail safe sleeping method left, counting fuzzy barnyard animals. And finally, after 20 minutes of jumping sheep, Willow finally felt the days events slip away as she drifted off.

Not long after falling asleep, the wicca felt a jolt of energy run through her. Opening her eyes, she found herself on an entirely different plane of existence. But she knew exactly where it was ; The Ghost Roads. The question was, since an invite was the only way for a living mortal to get there, who had brought her. But before she even spoke her question, it was answered for her. A silhouette appeared on the path in front of her, and as the fog slowly faded from around it, the silhouette became a person, a slim framed woman with should length ebony hair. It had been over five years, but Willow could recognize Jenny Calender anywhere.

Willow put her hand over her mouth for a moment in shock. "Ms. Calender. Wow. I mean, wow." The redhead felt her high school self slip out, and seeing her favorite teacher nearly brought her to tears. But she contained them, know very well that there was a reason why she was brought here, and it wasn't to chat up a ghost.

"Willow," Jenny smiled, inwardly amazed to see a piece of Sunnydale still going strong. "I am a messenger for The Powers That Be. It is a fate I chose instead of Hell."

"Hell?" Willow asked, confused.

"In my time with you, I did mainly good. But throughout my early life, I was very much different." The shadow of a woman paused for a second. "But you, Willow, you are a being of the purest good. And for that you will be rewarded."

"But... what about the veins? Did The PTB not see me then, I was pretty 'grr', and less with the good." Willow tapped a finger against her side nervously.

"It takes a single drop of dirt to taint the purest of water, Willow." She smiled softly at the witch, knowing that, if not now, someday she would understand her metaphor. "As evil as you were, only the smallest bit of you is truly dark. And you are still much more pure than beings of the most good."

Willow wasn't so sure that Ms. Calendar was right, but their seemed to be a more pressing matter.

"Rewarded? How? Because fortune, a big pot of gold, not really my style. And also, I've got the 'Goddess' title tagged onto me for some reason, so fame is kinda out of the question as well."

"Verus Amor, that is the name given to your reward."

Willow barely had to think about what was said. She mightn't be a linguist by profession, but she knew her Latin.

"True love?" Willow snorted and replied rather bitterly. "I think The PTB are a bit off. True love doesn't exist. And if it did, mine is dead."

"Exactly." Jenny simply replied.

"Exactly? Exactly what?"

"True love, as you a powerful wiccan should know, exists. And Tara McClay, your true love, is dead." The ghost's face remained expressionless. "Do you want her back?" Willow felt a rush of anger at this question. But even though, the wheels in her head began turning at the suggestion.

"Don't even say that. Bringing Tara back is NOT an option. It's not my choice. I've made that mistake before. She could be somewhere happier."

"She's not. She is, as many others are, a lost soul. She wanders these very roads." At this, Willow began to quickly look around her. "You will not see her. A soul has no body, no form. Only a direction. When most people die, it is part of their souls plan. After this death, they are reincarnated, with their prior life's actions deciding what life they will live next. But not all souls fulfill their plans. The souls of a true earth child, witchly beings such as Tara and yourself, are destined to prolong The Good. They live long lives, and die peacefully." Jenny paused, knowing that Willow had caught on.

"But Tara...-" Willow began and quickly trailed back off, leaving the ghost of the gypsy woman a spot to pick back up.

"-Died before her time, and at the hands of another human. Not part of Their plan for her. So The Powers That Be have contacted Tara. They have given her a choice."

"Ch-choice?" Willow asked quietly.

"To remain on these Roads, on a endless journey. Or, to return to present day, as her previous self. As Tara McClay."

"What did she choose?" Asked a tearful Willow, voice shaky.

"She wants a chance to keep singing with her baby."

A/N- I dunno. I'm torn on this chapter. I'd like about 7 ACTUAL reviews and I'll keep going. It's just getting good ;)