FIC: Flying Without Wings (5/?)

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Title: Flying Without Wings (5/?) 
Author: Red Demon
Email: reddemon33@xxxxxxxxx
Disclaimer: Buffy and Company belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, 20th 
Century Fox and TheWB.
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: Must Have. Makes me write much faster. Thoughts, 
opinions. Where do you want the story to go?
Summary: Set in an alternate reality. Buffy is injured before 
becoming the slayer causing a certain redhead to be called instead.
Lyrics: Westlife. "Flying Without Wings"

PART FIVE

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

It was like she had taken a vacation from her body. Or at least she 
had taken a break from it. She could see her body convulsing on the 
floor where she must have fallen. Her wheelchair lay tipped over, 
just out of reach. 

A brown figure moved over her with speed that she didn't know 
existed. It was a mass of fur and teeth. Inhuman growls turned into 
human screams of terror as it latched onto her limp legs. With a 
furry it tore into the flesh and suddenly she wasn't watching
from outside her body.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

Willow lurched upright from her position on the floor. She clutched 
at her legs, pain ripping through them like she had never felt 
before. Tears ran down her face and she barely managed to stay 
conscious.

Suddenly she was stumbling towards the checkout counter with no 
knowledge of even getting up. She felt helpless and disconnected 
from her body as Buffy's terror and pain swept over her. She was 
terrified of the intensity of the pain, knowing that her resistance 
to pain was higher than that of other people. 

Willow struggled to project strength and love towards the connection 
that was flickering in and out. Time was of the essence and she felt 
her vision start to waver again but she would not pass out again. 
Buffy needed her.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Willow felt detached, as if she was moving in slow motion. She 
watched the beast fall onto Buffy. She felt the cold metal leave her 
hands and she heard the dart gun hit the floor. She could feel her 
body moving forward but all she could see was the mangled mess of the 
girl that she loved.

Buffy could feel the dead weight of the beast as it lay on her but 
she didn't have the strength to push it off. She suddenly felt 
exhausted. All she wanted to do was sleep. She barely felt the 
weight being lifted off her. And she barely heard Willow whispering 
that everything would be okay. She was so cold despite Willow's
warm hands on her face.

Willow felt the connection start to flicker out. Buffy's blood
ran from deep wounds on most of her body. She tore strips of her 
coat and wrapped it around the worst.

The contents of her stomach started to rise and her hands shook as 
she gently wrapped Buffy's mangled legs. Bones were visible
beneath torn muscle and flesh and sirens wailed in the distance.

Still Willow felt detached.


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


Author's Note: Longer parts coming soon. I promise.