AN: Well, with most of the Halloween crossovers just involving Xander, I decided to do one for Willow. In other words, I couldn't get this one out of my head. I own none of this, just the idea for this fic.
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Willow walked through the racks of costumes looking for one she liked.
Suddenly a black wig with a red costume. Boots, pants, coat, and hat. A black shirt finished it off as a wide grin crossed her lips, she loved that game.
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The world spun as Willow dropped to her knees, clutching her head.
When she stood up, it was with more confidence, a new being stood their with a chuckle.
She glanced around and checked her watch, "Well, let's see about a challenge.
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The next morning Giles stepped out through the carnage, wondering just what he had missed, second guessing the soundproofing of his apartment.
He looked upwards and blinked once.
He shook his head to clear it.
He blinked a second time.
Cleaned his glasses.
Then he finally acknowledged that for some odd reason the Eiffel Tower was now situated in Sunnydale, next to the Statue of Liberty, the Sphinx, the Great Wall of China, and several other structures he recognized.
"Good Lord," he stammered as Willow ran up to him among children peeling off masks and costume pieces, some throwing up.
"Giles, I need help," she managed to stammer.
"What happened," he managed to ask.
"Everyone became their costumes, and well I need to return a few things," she said with an odd look.
"Everyone became their costumes and you want to return some items to stores," he nearly screamed.
"Not exactly," she replied, barely keeping back the tears, "I stole some things and I don't want to have an Interpol file like my costume does."
"What did you steal?"
"Well, let's just say she had a thing for landmarks," Willow said, sitting down.
"Landmarks, you mean," he said as he waved to the buildings that had seemed to appear in Sunnydale, she nodded, "Good Lord, who the hell did you dress as?"
"Carmen Sandiego."
