For Good or Bad, The Memories Remain.

Chapter 46 "The Missing, pt 4"

They sat and talked. When the coffee ran dry, they went to dinner. This pattern repeated several times over the following week. Duncan found Willow to be a strange mix of both innocence and knoledge. She knew so much about the realm of Immortals yet she had only been one a short time. She wouldn't say how long. It seemed Petra absorbed a great deal from him in the short time she knew him and had caught on quite well. Willow didn't talk much about Petra other than she was in trouble and needed to find Johneen. After the second day Willow revieled that she knew witchcraft. This wasn't the big shock it might have been to Duncan prior to meeting Cassandra. They hung out, and reasearched what they could. After a while Duncan said he had to get with someone else that might be able to help. By this time , Willow had revieled that Petra's problem was Radimer, just not why. They were in Duncan's dojo when they sensed an approaching Immortal.

"Hey Duncan, what is it that you need my knoledge and acess to track?" said the small framed , dark haired man who wlked into the Dojo. He came to a slow stop as he saw Willow behind Duncan give a sharp start of recognition at his appearance.

"Willow, I would like you to meet the person I was telling you about who maybe could help us find Johneen. Willow, this is Adam " he said, not picking up on her paler skin and rapid breathing brought on by her flood of images connected to her inherated knoledge of Adam, Methos, Death, and a dozen different names. She knew so many things, like the years Elisabetha spent studying every battle , every combat she could that Methos had been in, studied his tactics and worse, began to immulate him, pattern her style after his. The thrill of riding down on a village, a song of blood and fury in her heart. She would destroy all the unnatural creatures in a town as well as all who would harbor them and aid them, In those days she would prune quite severly from the tree.. All of the memories threatened to drown her in her own mind. The swell of dark power at her command as the Angel of Death, all a ploy to capitolize on the fear still instilled in the simple folk of the land. She remembered the quiet days talking with him walking through cemetaries, trying to put the screams of the dieing behind her. And yet all of this wasn't real, at least not for her, just for Buffy. She felt weak in the knees, and had to steady herself on the doorframe.

Duncan continued to explain the problem and Adam said he would do what he could. All of this transpired as if separated by a shroud from Willow. She smiled though, she knew if anybody could find Johneen, it was Death.