Fic: The Flow (1/?)

[stefzis@xxxxxxxxx]

Hello all,
I'm new to the list, but I have been reading B/W fanfic of the 
websites for quite some time now and so I finally decided to write 
one of my own. So go easy on me will you? This just a short intro 
though, but more will follow, hopefully :)
Also it's nice to be here, <nervous smile>
Catch you on the flipside,
Stef

Title: The Flow
Prologue: Coffee Shop
Rating: R (language and future naugthiness)
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns it all right?
Summary: Set after the serie's end, kind of hard to put into words 
really.

Prologue: Coffee Shop

Strange how things tend to flow, take me for example my life flows 
from one moment to the next, but that's what I girl like me should be 
watching for. The flow of things, the order of the fundamental forces 
effecting our world and cool sounding stuff like that. I don't like 
being called a witch or a Wicca since those terms or so confining. I 
am just Willow, named after the tree, but the resemblance ends there. 
It didn't always end there, but that was long ago and I don't want to 
bore you with tales of the past. 

I make my home in London now, my collage days are long past me and I 
now spent my gray and dark days arguing philosophy and history at a 
small coffee shop near Hyde Park. Strange how it always starts at a 
coffee shop or in some dust filled library worn with the spilled 
coffee and blood of countless generations of people with nothing 
better to do. 

Now why am I here instead of Stateside? Well Despite popular believes 
the spiritual center of the world lies here in the Old World, not 
over some revolving door into Dimensional Plane 6 like many of you 
have been let to believe. So I sit here and watch the world flow 
around me, waiting something to happen.  

Where are my friends you might ask? Now if you are asking that I 
might ask you back: How the hell do you know about them, but that 
would be rude now wouldn't it. Since this is my story I can do what 
ever I want right? But I guess a little back-story is not too much to 
ask for? So here is the readers digest version: For seven years we 
fought and died and then it ended, like all things it eventually 
ended. In the end it was just us left, the same four that had started 
the fight. So here is a quick rundown for you, the basic stats to 
keep you informed.
Rupert Giles, currently living somewhere in the great mores of 
England. 
Alexander LeVille Harris, born again Christian running a mission in 
some hellhole in some third world country. 
Buffy Anne Summers, still the Slayer and still of my radars. 
That's it, we are the Four, the four directions, the four pillars of 
peace in the world and nobody knows about it except maybe the odd 
Watcher and the staff at Angel Investigations, clever fucks they are 
yes.

I pay for my coffee and head into the drizzle of the London fog once 
again, it's been a cold winter, but it's hopefully turning into 
spring, it's just the way of things. There will be a taxi waiting for 
me at the sidewalk cause that's just the way things are. I draw up my 
shields and prepare to do my job. Cause that's just the way things 
are and if you don't like then? well fuck you.

To be contiuned...