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Title: Shadows Of The Past Chapter: Four/? Rating: NC-17 Pairings: W/B Spoilers: Oh yeah. Buffy season six, all star trek is open Crossover: Oh yeah. Buffy/Star Trek Beta Readers: Dark Gremlin & Vampire Koala Summary: Willow runs away after a fight with the gang, and is gone for a year, but when she returns is she the same person that she was or has her time away changed her. Note: Don't count on this being like the Star Trek universe you're used to. I've changed a few things. Disclaimers: Buffy belongs to mutant enemy, Joss Whedon, and UPN. Star Trek is Gene Roddenberry's, Ira Berman's, and UPN's. <><><><><><><> She paused in the doorway, her eyes taking in the sight before her. A year ago her best friend, the woman that she loved, had disappeared. They had torn the town apart searching for some clues, some hint as to what happened to her. But it had been a fruitless task. It had been like she'd been transported into thin air. Now, they knew that that was exactly what had happened to her. " Should we wake her?" Dawn peered over her shoulder. " Not yet." She stared at her old friend with a softness that she hadn't felt in a while. Willow was laying on her stomach, sprawled out on the floor, using her arms as a pillow. She had left everything on the bed, sleeping in only a pair of dark red g-strings, and a black tank top that was at least two sizes to small. Her short dark red hair was spread out around her. Her eyes drifted up the taunt lean body that lay there so innocently. The body that had once been covered in baby fat, was now muscle. The once smooth flawless skin was riddled in white scars that made her blood freeze just imagining how she'd gotten them. Then there was Ebony. She admitted that the kid was cute, but she just couldn't figure out what her story was. Willow had simply said that she was a feline breed that she'd found on a mission. But she could tell that there was more too it than that. The way Ebony seemed to guard her friend, as though she was all that mattered. The cat like human stayed by her side or in her arms constantly, only leaving her to attack someone. The three year old was currently laying on Willow's back, her left ear pressed into her back above her heart. She could see the cat like face shifting between content to pain, the cat like cheeks and nose that blended into her human face twitching occasionally. Her double jointed hands and feet had their claws sunk into Willow. The tail was wrapped around her waist in a death grip. " How can she sleep like that?" Dawn leaned against her. " You get used to it." Willow opened her eyes, with no hint of sleep in them. She sat up, leaning on her right knee. " Why are you on the floor?" Dawn entered the room, taking a seat on the floor next to her. She ran her hand over the still sleeping Kraagan. " The bed was too soft." She looked onto her friend with sad eyes, hating what her friend had been through. " Why don't you get dressed while we make breakfast?" " Why does she stay so close to you?" Willow glanced over at Dawn as the younger girl continued to pet Ebony. Her entire attention on the young child on her back. " She's a touch empath." " So...she stays in contact with you because she can sense your emotions?" " Kraagan's don't emotionally develop until their fifth birthday. Until that time they base their reactions on their mothers emotions to a situation." " Then your like her mother?" Willow nodded absently, " You could say that." Buffy felt her jaw clench at the haunted eyes that stared at the carpet. She was the slayer, her job was to protect, instead she'd failed. She failed to protect her best friend. " Come on Dawn, we should start breakfast." " Okay." Dawn sighed heavily and brushed past her, muttering about bossy sisters. She kept her eyes on Willow as the red head stood up and took a pair of black cargo pants from the drawer. When Willow had disappeared, she'd left all of the witch's clothes in their appointed place, not having the heart to think that Willow wouldn't return. Willow yanked the pants on, the once baggy pants now fitting her tightly. All the muscle that she'd built over the years filling her body out. " Why did you leave?" The red head dropped her head as she tied the pants into place. " That day, I heard you with Spike." Buffy swallowed back the urge to cry at the other anguish on her friends face. The uncertainty of the last year hit her hard, driving her into the room. She grabbed the woman that kept her grounded through so much in her life, and roughly kissed her. Lips opened into bottomless wells, demanding more, needing everything. Her fingers tangled into the short red hair, keeping the red head tightly against her. Tongues moved over each other, exploring, begging, caressing. The need for air finally forced her to break the kiss, and she slowly opened her eyes.... ...and found herself staring into the crystal light accusing gray eyes of Ebony. The three year old was bearing her fangs at her with a low growl. " Why don't you go downstairs and play with Dawn?" Willow ordered the glaring child. Ebony eyed her darkly before jumping down off of Willows back, and shifting into a large fierce cat. She couldn't help but feel slightly nervous at the hungry look that she shot her before stalking out of the room. " She can be a little possessive." " A little?" Buffy raised an eyebrow at her friend, soon to be lover, and tackled the witch to the bed. " Now, where were we?" Willow stared up at her through a mask, then leaned up, kissing her gently. She forgot about trying to figure out what Willow was thinking, and lost herself in the body under her. Everything else could wait... <><><><><><><> Willow left the top half of her flight suit hanging around her waist, as she fastened her weapons belt into place. She'd decided that she could get away wearing the black star fleet flight suit like that. Besides, she needed to keep what she came with close by. " There's no hurry you know?" Willow closed her eyes with a sigh, feeling Buffy's nude body pressed against her back. It was an experience that she'd always dreamed of having, and now that she had, it was far better than anything she could've imagined. " I'm just so close to stopping him..." " And we will." Buffy kissed her bare shoulder. Willow turned in the slayers arms, and sucked on her top lip. " We'd better get down there before Xander shows up and eats everything." " I'm not hungry." Buffy murmured into her mouth. " I am." She smiled as the slayer groaned, throwing herself back onto the bed. " I'm going to go check on Ebony while you get dressed." " Fine." Buffy returned the smile softly, " Hey, Will?" She paused by the door, " Yeah?" " I'm glad you came back." " I love you." She replied, leaving the room. She wanted to tell Buffy that she wanted to be back. She wanted to say that she had planned on coming back. She wanted to say that everything would be alright now. But she would be lying if she did. Her being back, was like Buffy being ripped out of heaven. It was hell for her. To go back to being plain Willow, the research girl and witch. To go back to being a single person fighting a world of evil, barely making a dent in their fight. She was important in the future. She was one person in charge of a group of the best demon hunters in the universe. She was one of the leading founders of section 13, deciding ships, crews, weapons, information. Everything that was done, she was involved in. They were the best at what they did, and what they did made a difference. " Mommy." She smiled at the three year old that scrambled up her body and into her arms. The young girl had the ability to speak, but used it more rarely than Oz did. The silver haired girl glared over her shoulder at Buffy, totally disregarding how she felt about the slayer, or more important she was concentrating on how she felt about the slayer. She pressed her forehead to the girls, projecting all her emotions and thoughts. A soft purring answered her, letting her know that for now, she would behave. " Come on, let's eat." <><><><><><><> The war ship was her Captains pride and joy. Their first year in command school, the red haired girl had become obsessed with designing the most advanced war ship in star fleet. She'd been working on star fleet ships the last four years at the academy and knew every detail of them. What she would do differently, what she would add, what she would throw away. She wanted a ship that was small, sleek, and fast. She had used the Defiant class design as a base. She wanted it to be a dark gray with a reflective surface that would allow it to blend in with it's surroundings. A ship that had three layers of shields, all of which were created from the Borg's own designs, with a few changes. Multiple phaser banks with stronger, more powerful capabilities. She had managed to get permission to use the transwarp engines that star fleet had trashed back during Kirk's reign. A month later, she'd redesigned them, and proven their effectiveness. A cloaking device had been added to the engine's, with the permission of the Klingon's. The inside had been the hardest to talk Star Fleet into supporting. The bridge was smaller. The Captain's chair was black leather, with a master control board that folded down. The pilots station was in a lowered section in front of the captain, about a foot deep, and to the left. The u shaped control's locked into place on the chair, making it easier for the pilot to drive. A co-pilot, with the exact same station, was to the left, beside the pilot. The co-pilot and their station also controlled security. Weapons, mines, tractor beams, torpedo's. The engineering and science stations were on either side, against either wall. The computer's taking up the back half of the bridge. The front was a black view screen, that was like a window, showing what was in front of them whenever it was turned off. With the ability to be linked to any computer, to show the information. Black transmitter's, under the carpet, inside the walls, and in the ceiling, let the view screen show everything in 3-D. " Report." " They're right on our tails, Commander." Rex's hands danced over the control's, twirling and spinning the Derringer class war ship around the Borg's phasers. K'lan approached his chair, keeping her eyes locked on the virtual viewer at the front of the bridge. The view screen projected the 3-D vision of the surrounding area perfectly. Each star, planet, ship, etc, represented in a scale that made it easier for her to see. " Use defensive maneuver's alpha four." She commanded. " Bear." " Yes, Commander." " Are we ready to jump?" She paced behind the pilot's station, trying to ignore the urge to stay and battle the Borg. " Yes, sir. However, might I remind you that the new hyper engine is still untested." " Noted." She turned to her crew, each and everyone of them. Jelan, a woman who'd grown up a slave, but who now wore the gold and red stripped uniforms that told of her duel role, as both a pilot and security chief. Rex, a man who stood no chance of getting into star fleet because of his Romulan heritage. Bear, with his absented mindedness, but a genius at putting things together. A man who was larger than life, but more gentle than a Tarvainion mouse. Doc Rawling, a human raised on Bajor, who'd ended up part of their rag tag team after they had stowed away on a Bajoran transport ship. " Our captain is currently trapped in the year 2002. She went in order to save our lives, and now, we have a chance to save her's. Under the circumstances I can't force any of you to go." She stopped talking, her eyes falling onto the Doc as he stepped off of the turbolift. " If any of you don't want to go, then I'll understand." " And pass up a chance to save Will?" Jelan scoffed at her, letting her know that she couldn't believe she was asking. " I can get me a genuine pez dispenser. I'm in." Bear grinned through his sharp teeth, and flung his long blue hair out of his purple eyes. " Like I'd miss a chance to see her face when we arrive. " Rex smirked happily as he spun the Destiny out of the way of another torpedo. " Doc?" Derrick nodded once, his Bajoran ear ring jingling. " I say let' s go." " Bear, prepare to activate the hyper drive." She sat in her chair, trying to keep control over her tense body. " Whenever you're ready." " Whoooooo Hoooooooo!!!!!!" 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