FIC: Flying Without Wings (3/?)

["Red Demon" <eternal_light2000@xxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Flying Without Wings (3/?)
Author: Red Demon
Email: eternal_light2000@xxxxxxxxx
Disclaimer: Buffy and Company belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, 20th 
Century Fox and the
WB.
Pairing: Buffy/Willow
Rating: PG
Distribution: If you have a story of mine then your welcome to this 
otherwise ask me and
I'll say yes..
Feedback: Always wanted. Always welcome.
Summary: Set in an alternate reality. Buffy is injured before 
becoming the slayer causing
a certain redhead to be called instead.
Note: I really really really thank Julie my beta reader for advising 
me on this part :-)

PART THREE

Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be
Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lovers eyes
Who can't deny the joy it brings
When you've found that special thing
You're flying without wings
Some find it sharing every morning
Some in the solitary lives
You find it in the works of others
A simple line can make you laugh or cry
You find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish all your life
And when you know how much that means
When you've found that special thing
You're flying without wings
So impossible as they may seem
You've got to fight for every dream
'Cos who's to know
Which one you let go
Would make you complete
~ Westlife, Flying Without Wings ~


Willow walked next to Buffy her hand resting lightly on the back of 
Buffy's chair. It was
as close to holding her hand as possible.

"I love that you get cold when it's seventy-one degrees out, I love 
that it takes you an hour
and a half to order a sandwich, I love that you get a little crinkle 
above your nose when
you're lookin' at me like I'm nuts, I love that after I spend the day 
with you, I can still
smell your perfume on my clothes and I love that you are the last 
person I want to talk to
before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and 
it's not because it's New
Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to 
spend the rest of
your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as 
soon as possible."

Buffy paused, trying to read the expression on Willow's face. 
"Are 
you saying what I
think you're saying?"

"Oh no, of course not. It was just my turn for a quote, right? 
So 
that was me taking my
turn." Willow let her hand fall to her side when Buffy started 
moving again. She silently
cursed herself for not being brave enough to tell Buffy how she felt.

"Oh." Buffy fought to keep the disappointment out of her
voice. She 
promised herself
that she wouldn't get her hopes up when Willow had asked her out.

After almost three
weekends of lunches, `walks' in the park and near kisses she
thought 
that their friendship
was starting to become more than just friendship. "I. . . I
don't 
know."

"When Harry Met Sally. Your turn." If Buffy was going to
let it 
drop then Willow wasn't
going to argue.

"I see dead people."

"What! Where?" Willow dropped into a fighting stance in
front of 
Buffy a stake
appearing in her hands. She scanned the area seeing and sensing 
nothing out of the
ordinary.

"What are you doing Will? Is that a stake?"

"It's not a stake. It's a, um, a toothpick."

"What do you think I am, Stupid?" Buffy started around
Willow hot 
tears streaming
down her face.

"Buffy wait!" Willow grabbed Buffy's wheels. "I can
explain."

"Let go of my wheelchair!" 

"Okay. You give me no choice."

"Willow!" Buffy screamed as she was pulled out of her chair
and over 
Willow's shoulder. 

Willow ignored Buffy's finger nails digging into her back and
took 
off for the library. 
Their screaming was bound to attract something evil.

<<<<>>>>

"A Vampire Slayer?" Buffy looked at the librarian
skeptically and 
then at Willow sitting
beside her. She crossed her arms.

"Y-yes. I-Into each generation a slayer is born, one girl in all
the 
world, a Chosen One,
one born with the strength and the skill to hunt vampires, to stop 
their
evil. . ."

Giles trailed off when Faith banged through the library doors and up 
to Buffy. "Here ya
go B. One handy dandy wheelchair ready for use." Faith jumped
out 
of the chair. It head
been fun to use on the way to the library but she was glad that she 
could just get out of it
at anytime.

"I-I need to go." Buffy pulled herself into the chair.

"Let me go with you?" Willow pleaded. Buffy hadn't said
a word to 
her since she sat her
in the chair over an hour ago.

Buffy turned at the doorway. "I don't pretend to understand
what or 
who you are but you
should have come clean with me instead of pretending to be my 
friend. I really wanted to
get to know you."

She let the doors bang behind her.

<<<<>>>>

The air was freezing as Buffy fought for breath. Blurry images 
played before her eyes. 
There was a terrible buzzing and bleeping. She felt incredible 
numbness as her eyes
cleared enough that she could see the tangled mess of metal. Human 
shaped images
darted around her but she couldn't focus. They were saying
something 
but she couldn't
hear.

The scene shifted and she was in the computer room. She saw Willow 
lean down to get
her dropped book. And when they touched, darkness engulfed her.

<<<<>>>>

END PART THREE