Title: Screwed Over

tth100 theme: Witches

Crossover fandom: Tru Calling

Characters: Willow, Tru

Prompt: 004- Prophecy

Word Count: 327

Rating: PG

Timeline: Post Chosen, series 1 of T.C.

Disclaimer: Joss owns Willow, someone else owns Tru.

--On with the story…--

This wasn't happening again. It couldn't. But it was. And once again, Willow was breaking.

Just twenty four hours ago she'd found a prophecy. About one of the slayers. Her girlfriend to be exact. She'd had read it…several times. Would they ever find a nice prophecy? One that involved fluffy kittens and ice creams would be a nice change to one about pain and suffering. And being alone. Like this one.

'…destined to be alone…'

That's what it had said. Cheerful, huh? The rest wasn't much better. Fighting the forces of evil, blah, blah, blah. Kennedy hadn't taken it that well. She'd run off. She'd found vampires. She'd lost.

She'd died.

Which is why Willow was in the morgue. Saying goodbye to her girlfriend. Again.

One of the morgue workers came out. "Can I get you anything?"

"The last day back again?" She'd replied, reaching out to stoke Kennedy's hair. But it jerked out of her reach to look at the morgue worker.

"Help me."

Willow was back in the library, looking at her papers. She'd just found the prophecy. "No, that's not right." She muttered getting up and running out the door.

There was someone outside watching the building. Yes, that finely honed Sunnydale paranoia was still fully functional, so she approached the person. "What the hell did you do?"

She looked around surprised. "What?"

"Why are we reliving yesterday? What did you do?" Willow shouted at the confused morgue worker who looked way to much like Faith for her liking.

"You know? How do you know? No one ever knows?"

"I can sense the magic, but that's not important. Why?"

Tru took a deep breath. This wasn't exactly normal, but then, was it ever? "Kennedy asked me for help. She wasn't meant to die."

"But the prophecy…"

"There's a prophecy? Great. Just when I was starting to get the hang of things they throw in a prophecy. Marvelous."

Willow smiled slightly. "Welcome to my world."

--Finis--