Fic: Wild at Heart 1/??

["Ivy Gort" <ivygort23@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Author: Ivy Gort
Spoilers: Fourth Season Wild at Heart
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
Notes: North Carolina was hit by an awful Ice Storm, over 2 million people
have been without power in 20-degree weather for days. My lights just came
on, yay! But the schools haven’t, so exams have been pushed back a week.
What does this have to do with anything? I had time to write this story
start, let me know what you think. (Shameless plug for feedback ‘cause I
ain’t got a clue where to go with it.) This is a start; not even this part
is totally finished. Sorry.



Wild at Heart
Part One or really part one-half.



I can’t seem to stop crying. It’s like this huge volcano of pain in my
heart has exploded into a pool of molten rock, erupting, with my tears being
the lava flow. My grief seems to be an unstoppable force, except for
Buffy’s trying to help me. I feel her warm fingers gently stroking my face
and I realize that she’s pulled me into her lap. I continue to cry because
I know that on the other side I’ll have to face the death of my dreams.

Oz slept with Veruca, Oz, my Oz had an affair! But, as bad as that is, that
isn’t why the volcano is blowing. No, it’s blowing because my Oz had to
kill to save me! If I had just stayed in the dorm like Buffy asked me, then
“she-wolf” wouldn’t been able to find me, and Oz wouldn’t have to kill.

“Shh, Willow, you’re scaring me.” Buffy whispers in my ear and I feel the
softness of her mouth as she kisses the top of my head. She’s trying to
lend me some of her strength and I think of the times when she was crying….

I can’t help my tears because I feel like my world has ended and that pain
is just ripping me in half, “I can’t breathe Buffy! I feel like I can’t
breathe.” I moan into my best friend’s arms, unconsciously echoing what she
said the day after Angel broke-up with her.

“I know Willow, I know, but we have to get Oz someplace safe and call
Giles.” I hear desperation in her voice. And I try to stop my tears, I try
to take deep cleansing breaths, I can’t, I just…can’t.

“Oz killed, Buffy!” I’m able to choke out between sobs. She tightens her
arms around me.

“I know Will, he had too.” She whispers in my ear, her warm breath sending
chills down my spine, and I feel even worse because through it all I’m
aroused by my best friend.

God will never forgive me, I drove one person I love into killing for me
and not five minutes later my body is reacting to closeness of another!

I will be damned to an eternal Hell for this, I know it!

“Please Willow, we have to leave! Now!” She pleads into my ear. And I feel
her warm, strong arms tighten around me and I’m lifted to me feet.

The shock of standing seems to help me regain some form of control over my
emotions, as Buffy half carries me to the very counter in which I was doing
the ritual to curse Oz.

I lean against it as she limps over to his unconscious body, the werewolf
form still in control and easily lifts him over her shoulders. I am amazed,
yet again, at her sheer physical strength.

With Oz firmly secured over one shoulder, she comes back to collect me, and
I am safely tucked in close to Buffy with her other arm. She guides me down
the darkened corriders of the science building towards the stairs. The
building might be closed for the night but we are still careful about making
any more noise than we have too.

The thought of noise brings the awful sounds of the fight between Veruca and
Oz…I can still hear the gurgling of Veruca’s dying breaths….

I can’t think about that now, so I try to close down. I concentrate on just
putting one foot in front of the other—but still the Veruca’s dying sounds
follow me like the waif she has now become. My mind serches for something
in which to focus on or else I will lose it.

My fault—its all my fault—no one else is to blame. And yet, my best friend
is here….

As the slayer guides me out of the building I am again in awe of Buffy’s
strength of soul--how can she do it? How can she be both the voice of reason
and completely support me?

How can she be The Slayer and yet maintian her humanity?

We begin to make our way through the darkened woods; I know the way Buffy is
choosing, it’s the fastest way to Oz’s crypt made cage. I know that my body
will be safe for the night, that slayer would never let anything happen to
me.

But my heart will never again be at peace; that's the one thing the slayer
can't save, only Buffy can....

**That's it so far, let me know what you guys think and where it could go.
Thank you***





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