Chapter Eight
Willow sat up in her room. She sat on the floor thinking. She was thinking about what she had done while she was in this time. She was eight years old, not five. She should be able to make decisions by herself. Like she had done here. In this time the people didn't treat her as if she was a baby. Sure they still thought she was little, but they were nice. They cared about what happened to her. She was loved, not that her parents didn't love her. They just weren't around when she needed them. I guess that's how I ended up turning out. A nice girl, with good grades. Making friends with people who would care and love her no matter what. That was who she would turn out to be. It was the way it was supposed to. And whatever happened, she would be glad that some people care.
Willow dropped the last ingredient into the potion. It blew up into her face. The steam was a blue/green color. The last thing she remembered was that she needed to talk to Buffy.
'Ring' 'Ring'
The phone in the Summers house was ringing. Buffy ran downstairs to pick it up. "Hello, Summers residence."
"Buffy, this is Giles. Is little Willow with you?"
"No, she isn't here. Why?"
"She told me she was going to your house. I need to speak to her about going to school tomorrow. I need to bring her with me when I go talk to the grade school principal. Do you know where she is?"
"No, she hasn't called or anything. Why don't we call Xander, Oz, and Ms. Calendar to see if they have her." After checking in with everyone else, no one had seen her. Buffy was getting worried.
"I'm going to her house to see if she's' there. I'll call you later."
Buffy walked over to Willow's house. She knocked on the door, and when no one answered, she found the doorknob unlocked and went in. She called Willow's name. When no one answered, she went upstairs to Willow's room. The door was closed. Buffy opened it and saw Willow lying on the floor. She was teenage Willow, not little Willow. Buffy ran to her fallen friend. She saw the remnants of the potion, and knew what had happened. She checked Willow's pulse, she was just unconscious.
Buffy sat next to her friend and cried. She didn't mean for anything to happen. She had just wanted little Willow to understand that she needed the teenage Willow to talk to. Now Willow was hurt. This should have never happened.
"Buffy." Willow said. She had woken up and felt weird all over.
"Hey, Will. Are you okay? You were unconscious when I got here, do you remember what happened?"
"I remember everything that happened. Even the stuff that happened when I was eight years old. Xander fainted!" Willow then started to laugh. Buffy started to laugh also. She was glad that her friend was okay. Now that Willow was back, Buffy had a lot to tell her. It didn't matter what had happened, as long as Willow was okay then everything would be fine.