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Willow stood in the doorway, her face pale, weeping. Giles, Xander and Buffy stared at her, and Xander was the first to move.
"What's happening Willow?" Xander asked gently, pulling Willow into the room and onto the couch.
"It's Dawn." Willow managed, unable to look at Buffy. "The baby.. the baby."
"Are they ok?" Buffy demanded, swinging upright. "What happened?"
"She went into labor." Willow whispered. "I saw. There was blood, and then, the baby, was so small. It was so small, and still. So still. It didn't cry." Buffy started to cry then, oddly silent. "There was a guy, he did CPR. But it didn't work. It didn't work. There was no chance. It was so small."
"How did you see?" Giles asked, voice stiff.
"The earth showed me." Willow managed, still crying. "I was meditating, I was worried, and then, and then I was there. I could see. And it hurt so bad, to watch, to see. It was like the earth, it was sad. It was so upset."
"Did you see." Buffy began and then stopped. "The baby, was it." Tears were rolling down her cheeks" "What was it?"
"A girl." Willow whispered, fresh tears rolling down her face. "She was so small. So little." Buffy snorted.
"Such a stupid feminine word." Buffy snarled. "Little." She said it like it was a curse. "She was too little." Buffy turned to look at Giles. "We have to get them back."
"She should be here." Xander agreed. "With her family. She needs us right now." Willow nodded.
"I don't think we can get them back." Giles sighed, cleaning his glasses. His voice was oddly blank, and his eyes were dark. Willow froze at the expression on his face, and she rose to her feet, her face transformed by anger.
"Did you know?" Willow hissed, her hands clenched into fists. "You said you saw. Did you see this? Is this your answer to the problem? You pushed for an abortion Giles. Is this how you got your way? No baby, no problem, remember?" Her hair began to fade to white, with streaks of black. It moved in the currents of magic that streamed off her angry figure.
"Willow." Xander said quietly, pulling at Willows arm, she didn't move. "That's not fair."
"Life isn't fair." Willow hissed, looking back at Xander. "You said you saw. Tell me what you did." She swung her angry gaze back to Giles. "You said she'd be fine."
"Giles." Buffy cut in. "I think we need to know if what Willow thinks is true. Did you send my sister and Faith on that flight knowing that this would happen? You know we trust you Giles. But we need to know." Her voice was tight. Giles sighed, and continued cleaning his glasses.
"I'll tell you what I saw." Giles said finally, his voice angry and hurt. "I saw Dawn on the beach, laughing. I saw the plane crashing, Faith carrying someone from the wreckage. I saw Dawn holding a baby. I saw her and Faith standing together, Dawn had a baby in her arms. I saw Dawn holding the plane tickets with the flight number. I saw Ethan performing a spell on a plane. I saw Faith looking out the planes window." As he spoke, Willow seemed to deflate, her hair faded back to its normal red, and she looked down.
"I'm sorry." Willow whispered. Giles looked at her coldly for a moment.
"The chaos spell was very specific." Giles said, putting his glasses back on. "We don't know where they are, so we can not get them."
"What about magic?" Xander asked, pulling Willow to sit beside him again.
"As I said, it was very specific. We can not take them from where they are using magic. Nothing affected by the spell can be taken from where it now is using magic." Giles looked down, and then moved to pat Buffy on the shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"What about going there?" Xander pressed on.
"We won't be able to find them on a map to get a fix on the location." Giles said.
"So?" Xander asked. "Willow doesn't need that. The earth knows where they are. She can just go, and then bring them back." Willow nodded, and was gone before Giles could grab at her.
"No!" Giles shouted, but he was too late.
"What do you mean, no?" Xander said. "Problems solved. Willow went, she comes back with them."
"Do none of you people know to think before speaking or acting?" Giles snarled. "Willow won't be able to come back. She'll be trapped there. And now she's gone. She is trapped there. The spell will trap her there."
Faith knelt in the water, washing dirt and blood from her arms, face and legs. It was night time, behind her on the beach, there were 3 fires, all surrounded by the survivors of the crash. Faith had left Dawn under Claire watchful eyes, but Dawn had spent most of the day since giving birth unconscious. Faith had spent an hour salvaging what she could from the bodies that lay around the plane, and then she had made a makeshift shovel, and dug a tiny grave near the trees.
Her slayer senses were on overdrive. She was jumpy, restless, and wishing she had back up. Something about the island was wrong, she could feel it in the air.
"How's your friend?" Came a voice from behind her. Faith jumped and spun, crouching in a defensive position, one hand dropping to the knife she had in an ankle sheath. It was an older man from the plane. "Didn't mean to scare you, Faith." Faith cocked her head to the side and said nothing for a moment.
"I didn't tell you my name. I suppose you'll tell me that Jack mentioned it, or Claire." Faith said, standing up slowly.
"That would be lying." The man said, offering her a friendly grin in the darkness. "John Locke." He held out his hand. Faith shook it warily, and her senses informed her that he was human.
"Faith Lehane." Faith said shortly. "So how do you know me, Mr. Locke?"
"I used to have a slayer. And its just Locke." Locke said firmly. "I read your file when you got the lucky powers."
"You're a watcher?" Faith asked looking him up and down.
"I was a watcher. After Heather.." Locke shook his head. "I just couldn't stay. I was injured, pretty badly trying to save her. The other watchers, they didn't know what it was like loosing her. They wanted all the details, like it was nothing." His voice grew heated. "Like she was nothing."
"I'm sorry." Faith said, and then found that she had run out of things to say. They stood there in silence for a moment, when the sound of tearing metal came from the dark woods. Locke spun around and they both stared at the forest. Faith could see a path of trees being torn down.
"What is that?" Locke asked quietly.
"Definitely not human." Faith said, her slayer senses going into overdrive.
"Demon?" Locke asked.
"Can't tell at this distance." Faith sighed, shaking her head. The noise and damage from the woods stopped abruptly. Faith feelings of 'fight now' faded, and then spiked again. Faith whirled to face the ocean, and pushed Locke away from the rolling waves.
"What?" He asked, peering out at the quiet ocean.
"Something's happening." Faith hissed, pulling her knife free.
Lightning cracked across the cloudless sky, stabbing towards the suddenly wild ocean. Thunder roared, and raged. The lightning grew and grew, until three forks hit the water in the same place at once. The wind howled. The lightning grew into a glowing blue ball. Squinting, Faith could barely make out a figure standing in the light. And then, as quickly as it had started, the wind died, the thunder faded, and the lightning disappeared.
Faith stayed on alert, staring at the dark waters as they calmed.
"See anything?" Locke asked quietly.
"There's something out there." Faith answered just as quietly. "But the lightning screwed my vision. It's hard to see." The figure on the waves sped up, until it was running. As it drew closer, water splashing with every step, Faiths eyes picked out the white hair, streaked with darker marks.
"Faith?" The figure asked, stopping a few feet from shore.
"Willow?" Faith asked, and then she was running through the water, and grabbing the witch in her arms. They fell into the knee deep water, soaking them selves. Willow was crying and babbling all at once. Faith could not understand a word. Faith dragged her to shore.
"Willow. Willow, stop." Faith commanded. The redhead fell silent, and pressed harder against Faith, shivering. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm taking you home." Willow said. "You and Dawnie."
"How do you plan to do that?" Locke asked. "The chaos spell is strong. Nothing inside it is going to get out."
"And how would you know about that?" Willow asked, turning to peer at him.
"Willow, this is Locke." Faith said. "He used to be a watcher."
"And how are you going to explain your sudden arrival?" Locke asked.
"I was in the tail of the plane." Willow countered. "And I swam to shore."
"People must have noticed the lightning Will." Faith said, looking back towards the fires, and was puzzled to notice that no one was looking at the water.
"No one saw." Willow said smugly. "It was witchfire. Only seen by those who have connections to the supernatural."
"And if anyone checks the manifest?" Locke asked.
"What is this, 20 questions?" Willow demanded. "But that's easy. My name will be there."
"Gonna use magic?" Locke demanded.
"The third seat." Faith said suddenly.
"Exactly." Willow returned. "You guys booked three seats, one for you, one for Dawnie, and one in my name."
"So what were you doing in the back of the plane?" Locke questioned.
"Washroom." Willow returned, and she looked down at herself. "Now if you'll give me a moment, I need to look like I survived a plane crash." Willow closed her eyes and a slight glow settled over her. Faith blinked and it was gone, and Willows clothes were suddenly ragged, she was covered in bruises and soaked. Willow winked at them, and headed back out into the water, when she was about 30 feet out, she flopped into the surf and began to swim slowly towards the shore.
Faith called out towards the fires and then ran into the water. She reached Willow and dragged her toward the shore as Locke roared for help.
"We need help!" Faith added in a shout. "We found a survivor!"
"My hero." Willow whispered dryly.
"Shut up and act exhausted." Faith shot back.
End part four.
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