A/N: Check out To Love Again by BL Clark, aka Gimpy72. It is a fantastic story.

Chapter Four: Searching for Jayden

As panic overtook Willow's mind, Willow tossed furniture out of the way and threw open doors, looking for her child. Jayden! Willow called out again with her mind. After searching the whole house, Willow felt the darkness inside of her pushing for control. The magics knew that Willow was furious, and they wanted to help her. Buffy has her. The slayer took her, they whispered to Willow, causing Willow's anger to darken.

"Buffy," she spat, before allowing the darkness to take over and disappearing.

Slayer! Willow called out with her mind, waiting angrily for the blonde to come face her.

"Willow?" a familiar voice said, catching Willow's attention as she turned to face the brunette.

"Hello, Dawnie," Willow whispered, her voice filled with sadistic joy as she tossed a ball of magic at the unsuspecting brunette. "Where's Buffy?"

Staring at the ceiling from her spot on the floor, Dawn tried to catch her breath as the pain shot through her. She was hurting everywhere from the magic Willow had hit her with, but knew laying here wasn't an option and forced herself to her feet. "I don't know," Dawn told her as she tried to steady herself.

"Wrong answer," Willow snapped, before hitting her again with another ball of magic.

"Willow, please stop," Dawn begged in a weak tone, not getting through to the dark witch and was once again hit with magic.

"Where is she, Dawnie?" Dark Willow demanded, watching the shaking body on the ground. "You know where she is, don't you? Why don't you just tell me before I decide to turn you back into that glowing ball of energy and use you for my own benefit?"

"Wi-Willow..." Dawn choked out, beginning to lose consciousness.

"Leave her alone!" Buffy snapped, running down the stairs at the sight of her little sister lying on the floor in covered her own blood.

"Well, it's about time, Slayer. I thought I'd have to kill Dawnie here, and then move on to Xander and the others. Where's my daughter?" Dark Willow asked, her voice low but full of anger and hatred.

"What are you talking about?" Buffy questioned.

"My daughter. The little girl you took? Where is she?" Willow demanded, her whole body shaking with anger.

"I don't have your daughter. You stopped me from taking her," Buffy reminded her, truth ringing in her words.

Willow just stared at her for a few moments as she searched Buffy's brain, prepared to attack if the words were a lie. After a quick search, Willow relaxed and her green eyes reappeared, pushing the black magic down. "My daughter's missing. I need you're help," Willow admitted, looking at Buffy for help.

"So you come here and attack my sister?" Buffy snapped, disbelief in her voice.

"I came here because I thought you had taken her. I need to find her, Buffy. Will you help me or not?" Willow asked.

"I'll help you find her, but I won't let you take her after we get her back. It's wrong for you to raise a child around black magic. She deserves to be raised by people with actual morals," Buffy told her, watching as Willow's eyes started darkening again.

"I won't let you take her from me. She's the only thing I have."

"You did that to yourself. You killed Amy and Rack. You hurt Oz and Dawn. You're the reason you no longer have friends or family. Not us. That child deserves a better chance. Being around you, she's bound to be hurt," Buffy argued, hoping to get through to Willow.

"I would never hurt her. She's safe with me. She never has to fear anything happening to her."

"No ones ever safe with you. I bet you never thought you'd hurt Oz or Dawn either, and you did," Buffy reminded her, causing the black in Willow's eyes to disappear and the green to fill with sadness.

"This is different," Willow tried, hoping Buffy would stop.

"No, it's not," Buffy told her softly, staring at Willow quietly. "Is Oz her father?"

Willow didn't answer. She just stared off into the distance. "Goodbye, Buffy," Willow whispered, disappearing out of sight, leaving Buffy standing there knowing the answer to her question.

Willow paced the floor of her home, not sure what to do next. Buffy couldn't help because Willow would lose Jayden if she did. The rest of the Scoobies were out of the question for the same reason. Angel was in LA and wouldn't help her without talking to Buffy first. Faith was in jail and would probably try to kill Willow before helping her. Who else could Willow ask for help from?

Tara! Willow remembered, thinking about the blonde from the park. Could she be helpful? She has magic. But would she be willing to help a dark witch?

Willow allowed her thoughts to circle the idea as she walked from her home and too the park, looking to see if the blonde was still there. When the blonde was no where in sight, Willow closed her eyes and allowed her magics to fill her and take her to the beauty that was Tara.

Standing outside a dorm room, Willow frowned at the magic coming from the other side of the door. She could tell it was light, and knew it was meant to keep the dark out. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Willow knocked on the door and waited impatiently for Tara to open the door.

A few minutes went by with no response or sound of movement on the other side of the door and Willow turned to leave when the door opened slowly. "C-can I h-help you?" the blonde asked softly, a slight stutter to her voice.

"I'm Willow Rosenberg. We were introduced at the park earlier by my daughter, Jayden," Willow reminded her, watching as recognition entered the blonde's eyes. "My daughter's missing."

"A-actually, she's n-not," Tara told her, nervously shifting as she opened the door further for Willow to see inside.

On the bed, Jayden was curled up, sleeping soundly. Willow watched as her daughter's chest rose and fell with each breath she took and a soft smile graced the little girl's lips. At the sight of her daughter in the stranger's bed, Willow closed her eyes and reopened them, revealing the darkness inside of her as the green was gone and the monster that was Dark Willow took it's place.

"Big mistake," the dark witch admitted, raising her hand towards the witch before her.

A/N: Thank you Gimpy72 for all the help with this story and my others. Thank you Matash21 for the cover photo.