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>From: reddemon33@xxxxxxxxx >Reply-To: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx >To: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx >Subject: ::BuffyWantsWillow:: FIC: Flying Without Wings (6/?) >Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2001 20:28:04 -0000 > >Title: Flying Without Wings (6/?) >Author: Red Demon >Email: reddemon33@xxxxxxxxx >Disclaimer: Buffy and Company belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, 20th >Century Fox and UPN. Pairing: Buffy/Willow >Rating: PG13 >Distribution: E-mail me and I'll let you know. >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: 10,000 Maniacs. "Love Among the Ruins" > > >The sky was falling, >heaven was calling. >When danger crashes, >rose from the ashes. >I still hear the never-ending echo of those screams. >But it's a life not made for reliving, >it's a life that makes your soul forgiving. >We sealed our bond from the beginning. >Aching, affection, >vulnerable protection; >falling, captured, >crawling, rapture. >The sky was falling. > >The wind rustled the treetops creating a lulling whistle. Birds >chirped in the distance and she could hear the faint laughter of >children at play. Her eyes were closed and she leaned her head >back. The sun warmed her face starting a light tan. > >She didn't know how long she stayed in that position. Somehow >she didn't care that she hadn't the slightest clue as to where >she was. She realized that for the first time in over a year she was >completely happy and content. There was nothing here that she had to >worry about. She could just relax and allow the gentle breeze to >lull her into peace. > >The sun settled in the distance but the light never completely >disappeared. The laughter continued and the birds sang merrily. She >closed her eyes, letting the songs lull her into sleep. > ><<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>> > >Joyce sat next to the bed stroking her daughter's once soft hair. > >Now it was greasy and tinted pink with dried blood. She damned the >Gods for making her daughter go through this again. And she damned >the Gods for not giving her family a chance for peace. > >"You're going to get better `cause?" Her mind >drifted back to when >she had said those exact same words almost a year ago. She had been >so still. The machines breathing air in and out of her lungs. And >then she woke up, terrified and unable to move. > >But this time it was different. Buffy wasn't in a coma and >fighting for life. She had made it through the night and the >Doctor's felt confident that she was out of danger. > >But she wouldn't be the same. > >She brushed a strand of blond hair off her forehead carefully >avoiding the white bandages that covered the left side of her >daughter's face. Tears formed in her eyes and she closed them >quickly. There was a time for crying but now wasn't it. > >"Mrs. Summers?" > >Willow hovered nervously in the doorway. She had wanted to visit >earlier but the doctor's wouldn't allow it. So she had left >the hospital and wandered around Sunnydale until she ended up back at >the hospital in the early morning hours. She hadn't changed and >was still covered in Buffy's blood. > >The pain that she had felt in the school had ended when she shot the >animal. But she wanted the pain. She felt she deserved the pain, >not Buffy. > >"Willow come here." Willow heard the tears in the soft voice >of Buffy's mother and that scared her more than she wanted to >admit. > >The older woman was always strong when it came to Buffy. Willow had >never seen her when she was anything but in control. > >Now, no one was in control. Giles was at the library desperately >doing research. Xander had shed tears at the news and she had spent >the last several hours walking around coated in blood. > >Slowly almost unsure of what would happen, Willow moved further into >the room until she was next to the bed. She felt the connection grow >just a little bit stronger and she breathed a sigh of relief despite >the damage that had been done. > >Her eyes moved over Buffy's body taking in the damage. The left >side of her face was covered in white gauze that was starting to turn >red. Her left arm was in a cast and lay on top of the pink blanket. >The thick bandages on her right arm stuck out against the blue >blanket. For a second she couldn't move her gaze away from the >blood being drained from beneath the bandages. > >Tears once again formed in her eyes when she saw the sheet dip just >above where her right knee should have been. Her legs lay bandaged >on the blanket; tubes drained blood from them. > >"T-the doctors say that there was too m-much damage. They had >to?" Joyce trailed off at the look on Willow's face. >Hastily she tried to reassure the girl. "Buffy has been through >a lot. She's going to need several reconstructive surgeries and >therapy but she'll make it through this. We just have to be >there for her." > > <<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>> > >"I'm not going to be able to do it alone." > >"Do what?" > >She watched Buffy's hand slowly touch her face and she felt the >paralysis slowly start to recede. "It won't be easy. Much >harder than the first time." It seemed like a haze had filled >the >room when Buffy's lips gently touched hers. > >As soon as she started to kiss back Buffy dropped like a sack to the >ground. And a whisper floated up to her. > >"It'll be hard but only you can help." > > <<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>> > >Willow nodded blindly to Joyce, as the vision from last night >overwhelmed her. "I will Mrs. Summers. I promise." > >"I know you will." Willow wouldn't let herself take >comfort in Joyce's hug. She was to blame for this. She should >have reacted sooner instead of passing out. She shouldn't have >let Buffy go. > >In that second she knew what she had to do. She had to let go of her >stupid insecurities and beg Buffy to forgive her. > ><<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>> > >She felt the sun on her face and a hand gently stroking her hair. >Slowly, not wanting to disturb the peace, she opened her eyes. > >"Hey Sweetie." > >"Am I Dead?" He laughed and she felt her heart melt just a >little, but the pain of what had happened still made it hard when it >came to him. > >"No Baby. You're just resting so your body can recover." > >"My Body?" Fog seemed to cover her brain as soon as she >opened her eyes. She couldn't remember how she had gotten here. >Or why she was even here. She realized she didn't know where here >was, someplace between this and that. She wasn't sure. But she >knew that he wasn't supposed to be here. Or maybe she wasn't >suppose to be there? > >"Daddy I'm sorry for..." > >"Sshh!" He gently touched her lips, stopping her. >"Here?" He >motioned around them. The sun was just shining over the >treetops. "Here it doesn't matter. I need you to do >something." He held out his hand to her. > >Buffy looked at him quizzically. Didn't he know? Of course he >didn't know. He was? He was dead because of her. "Daddy >I can't. You know, don't you?" She pulled her hand out >of his and scooted further away from. > >Hank felt tears form in his eyes seeing her drag her body away from >him. His oldest daughter had always been stubborn and he knew that >his mission would not be easy but it had to be done. > >"Do you trust me?" > >"I can't." > >"You can. Take my hand." > >She had been scared many times in her life. When she first woke up >unable to move. When her mom told her that they were moving to >Sunnydale. When that thing had attacked her in the hallway. But she >had never been as scared as when she took her fathers hand. > >