"Well, we can be sure that it is some kind of…" Giles trailed off.

"Poison." Buffy finished grimly.

"Unfortunately, yes. Now, I have been trying my best to determine what kind so we can find the proper cure, but so far I have had no luck…at all." He finished helplessly.

Oz couldn't listen to this anymore. Willow had only been down for about three hours. They had gotten her out of the Bronze immediately and, in Oz's van, brought her to Buffy's house. She was now in Buffy's bed in a deep sleep.

"So what do we do?" Oz asked in his quiet voice.

"Well, for now, we keep looking. See if we can find anything." Giles said.

"And if we don't?" Xander asked in the same frustration that Oz felt but didn't speak.

"Then we look somewhere else." Dawn said confidently.

"Yeah…" Buffy muttered worriedly.

In the other room, a voice murmured something inaudible. Everyone was still as though moving would shatter the perfect sound of her voice. They heard it again.

"Oz…" Willow muttered weakly from Buffy's room. Oz leapt up and jogged urgently down the hall. There she was, laying in bed, beads of sweat forming on her face, and perfect red hair sprawled on the pillow around her. Oz went to the bed, sat down on the side and took her slick hand.

"Willow? Willow, can you hear me?" He asked quietly.

"Mmhmm...Oz…" She muttered.

"Yeah baby. I'm right here. Don't worry."

"I…don't feel…so good…Oz." she said slowly, weakly.

"Shh…don't worry were gonna make you all better ok?"

She shook her head a little. "Poison." she said groggily.

He knew he couldn't lie to her. "Yeah, it is. But don't worry…We'll find the cure soon."

Willow shook her head a little harder this time. "Elenos Munsa." she stated softly.

Behind him, Giles and Anya gasped. That was never good. He felt goose bumps rise on his arm.

"No…" Anya moaned softly.

"What? Who's Elisa Mustard?" Buffy asked bewildered.

"Elenos Munsa," Giles corrected her sadly, "is a poison that has a lost cure. It has been lost for just about 150 years."

"Anya's older then that, right?" Dawn asked hopefully.

"Yes but…I wasn't really…paying attention at all. I didn't really get myself involved with human stuff so I don't know it." She finished in angst.

"But someone has to know it, right? I mean we have to know someone else older then 150, don't we?" She asked in panic.

That's when it hit everyone, other then Dawn, what she had just said. They all turned to look at Buffy with wide eyes.

"Angel…" she muttered.

"As much as I hate to say this, he may be our only hope to save Willow…" Xander said quietly. Buffy's face showed intense pain. Oz could tell she was thinking, trying to find another way. She looked like she was going to argue back, when Willow moaned in pain. Oz's free hand went to stroke the side of her face gently. Pain shown fiercely in his blue-green eyes.

"Fine, we'll get Angel." She said dully. "Lets go call him."

They all left the room except Oz and, of course, Willow.

"Oz…" Willow said so softly it was hard to hear.

"Yeah baby?"

"I missed you. So much."

"Will…I'm so sorry. I was so stupid to leave. I didn't help anything by going." Oz said guiltily.

Willow laughed very weakly. "No, you didn't. But don't worry Oz. I understand why you went. I forgive you. I'm gonna miss you."

"Willow, don't! Don't say that! Nothings going to happen to you! I wont let it! Please Willow…Please hold on! I can't lose you!"

And with that Oz started to cry. Not just tears. No. He sobbed for the first time since he was 5. He buried his face into her stomach and sobbed. He felt her hand on the top of his head, soothingly running her fingers through his red blond hair.

"Shh…Oz…Please don't cry anymore. I love you." She whispered.

Oz brought his head up and met her eyes.

"Willow, you have to promise me something." Oz said intensely, tears still staining his cheeks.

"Anything." Willow vowed.

"Don't give up. No matter how hard it is. If you die, my heart dies with you." He said.

"I promise."

Then Willow wiped the tears from his face and said softly, "I love you Daniel Simon Osborne. I always will."

"In all my life…I've never loved anything else, other then you Willow Marie Rosenberg."

There eyes met and Oz kissed her pink lips very softly…

Then Buffy walked in. They pulled apart and both looked at her.

"I called him. He's coming down. He says he has to see her before he can find her cure. He says there are different cases and he had to see what kind she has."

"When?" Oz asked. Sooner was better then later in this case.

"About two hours." She said grimly.

"Buffy." Willow said softly.

"Yeah Will?"

"Don't be mad. He did what he thought was right. He was trying to keep you safe. Try and forgive him."

"I have. I love him. It will just be…awkward."

"Yeah…but it might be worth it." She said kindly.

"I hope your right, Willow. I really do."