FIC: Sundowning-Nova(Finale-1/2)

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Sundowning
Nova



Nnnnnggg...that _hurt_!

Where...where am I?  

Oh.

Oh..God. Goddess. 

I remember. ..I remember. Spike, the graveyard...what he did. 

Why did he make me see? Why did I have to see? I didn't want 
to see, I was blind, happily blind and dead and dumb. He made me see, 
he made me...oh Goddess he made me see..she's gone! She's really, 
really gone and I'll never have her back and can't have, won't have 
never gonna stop gone and dust, meat, flesh, bone, loss..lonely..she's 
gone and I'm not and I'm going to be alone for ever, and ever and 
ever..why? Why did I have to SEE?

Where doesn't matter anymore. What is a close second in my 
mind of not careing. She's just..and I'm just ...she's gone and I 
tried to follow her. I tried so hard to follow her but I couldn't he 
wouldn't let me, wouldn't let me follow her. 

I was alone before but at least I couldn't tell, couldn't see 
that I was alone and now I can and am and it's going to be that way 
forever 'cause Buffy is gone, my Buffy is dead and I'll never ever see 
her.. oh Goddess deliver me, let it stop, let it stop let it stop, let 
it stop, let it sto-

"YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE!"

Distraction! Ears ringing..loud. Very, very loud...ouch. 

I..I guess I better see what's going on. 

I reluctantly open my eyes and take a look at the...ground?

	
It's..it's white. Solid..blank white. Yet...soft. Soft white 
ground? Am I in a padded cell or something? Did I flip out? Try and 
hurt people?

I roll the thought around in my head. It's..strangely 
appealing, but..I couldn't have. Being blind meant ..not..admiting to 
what was wrong so..why would I bother? Now I might, but not before. 

It's..warm too. White, warm and fuzzy solid looking ground. 

Wow. It's...it's not fuzzy. It's..grass! White grass? Albino? 
But..it's so seamlessles white I can't ..I can't make out distictions. 
Like..a solid carpet of white that I can only tell the diffrence of 
through touch.

Heh. It tickles my face. 

No. No no no no..no laughing. We're miserable remember? 
Miserable and depressed and suicidal and we're in pain because that's 
all we'll ever be so we can't be tickled by grass even if it is of 
some wierd mutant variety that is..really tickling my..bare feet? 
Where did my shoes go? I was sure I put them on this evening.

Evening? It's bright. I roll over onto my back.

WOW!

The..the sky. The whole sky..it's just..golden..golden orange 
glow thing type sky. It's so..soft looking. I think I could stretch 
out my hand and touch it.

Okay..so I'm in the land of the Albino Grasslands with the 
PeachSkin Sky. 

And someone just told me something...very loudly too what was 
it again?

"YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE!" 

Oh yes, that's right.

I look over to where the voice came from.

Initial reaction. Big. He..it? Is very, very big.

Could be 'cause I'm lying down. 

I pull myself to my feet. Yeah..I'm still dressed, white 
shirt, green slacks..but..no shoes. Odd.

So, I'm standing and look up at..him. And up and up and up. 
Nope. Still big.

That's about the only thing I can see. This is very strange, 
he's big, dressed in...something. It's..shimmering..changing. A 
tuxedo, toga, sweater and jeans, now a buisness suit. What the...?

His features..they're...they're right there but ..I 
can't..eyes too, nose and ears, yes hair as well..but..they're 
uh..not..and yet..crazy. I can't..really make them out like..here and 
not here. 

I rub my eyes and look again. Nope, no change. Or constant 
change really. Am I drugged?

"YOU DO NOT BELON-"

"I heard you the first two times." I shut him up. 
"Where..where is here anyway?"

He..it crosses his arms. Big arms. "LEAVE." He bellows.

"Uh..no." I stammer out. Hey, I can handle some 
big..wierd..clothing..indescribable..guy..big bad wiccan I am. 

One hand reaches out for me and I instictivly give him a push 
with..magic. Nothing happens. 

Uh..oh.

"Yes." Says another voice. " I'm afraid magic doesn't work 
here."

There behind the ..giant. What is he..seven feet tall?

A child?

Well, at least this makes sense..kinda. At least I 
can..understand the kid.

Except for the white hair. And golden eyes. White hair and 
golden eyes aside he's a perfectly normally..dressed...boy.. in a 
toga.

Where the hell am I? Village of the Damned?

Ah, that would makes sense. I'd fit right in.

The boy steps foward. 

"Hello." He says. 
	
I nod.

"SHE CANNOT BE HERE!" Bellows the giant.

"Why not?" The boy asks raising an eyebrow. Vulcan children 
with white hair, next on Jerry.

"SHE..." The giant seems flummoxed by that one.

"Yeah." I say. "Why not?"

He actualy scatches his head.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE ALIVE." He finally decides.

I..I can't breath. I'm..alive? In a place where..I 
shouldn't...oh no, oh no no no way is this happening. I'm somewhere in 
a hospiatal, I've hit my head or I'm dying, maybe Spike killed me, 
yeah, that's it. Spike killed me and this is some sort of..

"So?" The boy asks looking honestly puzzled. "She's alive. Big 
deal."

"BUT..." The giant stammers. "BUT THE LIVING ARE NOT SUPPOSED 
TO BE HERE!" 

"Granted yes." The boy says calmly. "But as there are no 
actual rules against it we have no right to make her leave."

"HOW.." 

"Would you please lower your voice?" The boy asks irritated.

The giant looks abashed.

"How did she get here then?" He mumbles.

"Beats me." The boy shrugs. "All the living were given the 
greatest gift to be created. Free Will, maybe she just wanted to be 
here badly enough. I've heard of stranger things."

"Like what?" The giant demands. 

"Ask me some other time." The boy replies smiling.

I'm..actaully begining to believe. My other senses are kicking 
in. I..smell and hear and ...well, see and touch were already being 
used. Taste and smell tells me the air..it's so sweet! Everything is 
gold, orange, white..peacefull..soft. 

Since when did the afterlife look like a cream and orange 
sherbert sundae?

"Is...Is this Hea-" I start to say.

"DON'T say that!" The boy interupts me sharply.

"I'm sorry!" I squeak. 

"No..no it's alright." The boy says more relaxed. "It's 
just..the spoken word here doesn't apply very well. There are things 
beyond...uh..them. This, everything here just happens to be one of 
them. Words ..names.. those things are used to simplify and contain 
that which isn't simple and shouldn't be contained. If you use the 
name here, it will be reflected and much will be lost...until you 
leave. I prefer to keep things...mmm..unlimited."

"Oh..that..makes sense." I stammer. "I guess."

"In answer to the unspoken question." The boy continues. 
"Let's just say, you're somewhere else." 

"Very, very, else." The Giant grumbles.

	
But..but...if...if...that's..than..it..wha..whoa..no..way..but...yes..
maybe..I..

"Take me to Buffy!" I say loudly.

The boy doesn't look very surprised. The giant's eye's are 
bulging like I kicked him in the balls. Does he have balls?

"Okay." The boy says with a small shrug. "Give me your hand." 

I begin to reach out and instinct kicks in. I've been around 
far too many bad things to just blindly reach out anymore. Hurt too 
much, cautious too much. 

The boy smiles at my hesitation. "It's alright." He says. "You 
can trust me. I am, after all, your guide. You can trust me."

Oddly enough..I believe him. Either he's telling the truth 
or..he's got some serious charm magic.

I reach out and take his hand. I don't understand, I don't 
understand lots right now and this is just the latest. How..the boy, 
the child, he seems to have such authority..yet..he doesn't even come 
up to my stomach.

"Let's go." The boy says.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?" The giant thunders again. 

"Voice level, downsome a bit?" The boy says with a scowl. The 
giant looks abashed.

"ARE..you crazy?" He repeats. "We can't let her in! She's.."

"Alive, yes I know." Says the boy. "But she has Free Will and 
who are we to intercede in it's way?"

"But..but..but.." The giant sputters. "What about our free 
will?"

"We are here to serve." The boy says calmly. "So ours is not 
quite on the same level."

The giant crosses his arms and looks very upset. Like..a child 
that's been told it can't have a piece of candy.

"This way." The boy gestures with a hand.

***

I'm not sure how long we..travel? Walking does't quite seem to 
cover it. My legs move, my feet meet...ground. White ground still yet 
I have the impression that we're covering a lot of space, really, 
really fast. 

Seven leauges with every step, and without boots too!

No! No jokes..no..peace, no easing of the pain. Right, I'm 
in..I'm there and I'm going to see Buffy. And their going to let me 
take her back. Uh-huh, sure. This isn't real. This isn't real and 
nothing is going to change. The new status quo is one of black pain, 
it's gonna stick around a while. I can feel it, right in ..right where 
my heart was supposed to be. This..rich, solid, dark sphere. It's 
ruined with deep cracks marring the surface and it swells with every 
heartbeat, blood red light creeping from the cracks in time with the 
growth. Like an infection, and I have no cure. 

That's fine though. At least I know what to expect. I can 
handle any-

"There she is." The boy says pointing.

Buffy! BuffyBuffyBuffyBuffyBuffyBuffyBuffyBuffyBuffyBuffy!

Buffy?

Underneath a tree, which..strangely enough, isn't white, but a 
very, very bibrant..tree color a little girl is playing. She looks to 
be about six years old and her hair is in pigtails. I recognise her 
instantly. From..from when I was ..helping Buffy. 

It's her. It's Buffy. She's right in front of me.

She's so...I can't even cry!

She's dressed in..dressed in..

"What is she wearing?" I ask.

The child looks likes he's thinking very hard. Eyebrows drawn 
together in severe concentration. "Again..the limitations of the spoke 
word you understand but..the closest I can think of is: Joy. She's 
dressed in Joy."

I take a moment to..try and wrap my mind around the concept. 

"Dressed in Joy?" I ask myself. "Garbed in peace and held by 
love."

"Yes." The boy smiles at me. Beams really. "Exactly like that. 
You understand. Excellent."

"No I don't." I say frowning. "I'm just faking it."

She's playing with another child. She..looks familiar. Dark 
hair, cute smile..she's watching Buffy play jump rope.

"One potato, two potato, three potato, four.." Buffy counts 
while skipping. "Rock-A-Billy, Rock-A-Bolly, pony out the door!"

The other girls jumps up and down, clapping. "Can I have a 
turn?" She asks.

"Sure!" Buffy says with a smile, handing the rope to the other 
girl.

She takes the rope alkwardly, holds one end in each hand and 
gives it a few experimental spins.

"Okay." She says giving Buffy a nervous smile. "Here 
goes...One Pota-Aaahh!"

The rope swings over her head and snags her ankle sending her 
crashing to the earth..groud..whatever.

She starts to cry. 

I move to sooth her but the Boy's grip on my hand holds me 
fast. I look at him and he shakes his head. 'Watch.' He mouths the 
word.

The giant, behind us, doesn't say anything.

Buffy is at the other girls side already and holding her. "Let 
me see." She commands. "Let me see the hurt. I won't add to it okay? 
Trust me."

Obediantly the other girl stretches her leg.

I give a sympathetic hiss, her knee has a pretty nasty scrape. 

"Aww..that's no so bad." Buffy says. "Here, I'll give it the 
magical, mystical, Summers healing kiss, that'll make it all better!"

Before her friend can react she bends over real quick and 
gives the kneecap a quick peck. "There." She says with a beaming 
smile. "Isn't that better Willow?"

I don't hear the response.

Willow? Willow? Who..what..but..I'm..Willow. Me, right here. 
Not that..not her. Buffy, Buffy it's me! I'm over here! Not..not that 
pretender! 

I open my mouth to shout.

"It is Willow." The boy interupts me. "Willow Rosenburg, 
Buffy's friend, confidant and one true love." 

I glare at him.

"Someday." He hastily amends.

"But..but that's not possible!" I protest. "I'm Willow 
Rosenburg! Me! Buffy's friend, confidant and one true 
love...yesterday."

"Yes." The boy says. "That's right."

"H-h-how?" I stutter.

The Boy shrugs. "Don't ask me." He says. "I just work here."

"Can..can..can I take Buffy home?" I ask quietly. No drumrole, 
no fanfare, just straight out question. Moments of truth rarely have 
the buildup like in the movies.

"Don't see why not." The Boy says cocking his head to the 
left. He smiles a small smile. "Free Will and all that. But she has to 
want to go too."

"JUST..er..just a minute!" The Giant intercedes. "There has 
gotta be a rule about that!" 

The boy looks behind me to address his..partner. "Well.." He 
says. "There is..sorta. But it never involved the living coming here 
before. We're on a whole new field here."

Neither of the two girls have noticed us. They're playing and 
laughing..it looks like ..uh..I..I'm trying to teach Buffy how to do a 
Cat's Cradle. I always was good at those.

"No..no no no Buffy." I hear..her..me..us.. say. "Your finger 
has to go through this loop or it all falls apart."

"Awww..." Buffy whines. "Lemme try it again."

"Sure Buffy." My younger self turns her head to look at 
us..slowly. She's looking at us. She see's us, she see's me. I know 
she knows who I am too.

"Try it again Buffy." She says still staring at me. "We have 
all the time in the world...I think."

I understand.

"If..if I take her..Buffy..she'll..I'll be left alone." I turn 
to face the boy. "Won't I."

For once he isn't looking at me, now his gaze is on the ground 
before him, like he's ashamed. Big, solid, seconds tick by as I wait 
for an answer. All we need is a little theme music and I'd feel like I 
was on 'Who Wants to Be A Millionare'.

"Yes." He says finally. "She..she may not leave."

"Sorry?" I ask. "Sorry? For creating the most..the most.." I 
think I'll swear. I'm suddenly that angry. "The most fucked up 
Catch-22 in the history of..whatever? No matter what I do..no matter 
what I choose, I get hurt. Well..we..I mean..oh...YOU KNOW WHAT I 
MEAN!!" I scream at him

"Yes." He says again. "I know. But there are rules and then 
there are rules. For what it's worth, I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" I choke out. Surprise surprise, there _are_ tears in 
'Somewhere else'. "Worth? It's worth nothing! This whole 
place..everything.." I stamp the ground in anger. "It's all worth 
nothing, there's supposed to be happy endings here! It's..it's not 
supposed to be this way! It's not supposed to be that..no matter what 
happens..I get hurt!!"

The Black Sphere inside me bloats in agreement, feeding off 
..pain, rage..whatever. I know it'll destroy me, it's so heavy, I can 
tell..but I can't care.

"You're alive." The boy says as if that explains everything. 
"It is a place of happy ending, but not for the living. It is a 
perfect place for them." He nudges his head in the direction of Buffy 
and..Willow. "There are no tears, no grief. There never will be. 
Greater and greater amounts of Joy and it will never end. They've 
earned it. She's earned it."

How? How can I do that? Oh..fuck! I'm living out the ultimate 
Hollywood cliché. The big 'Choice'. How does this happen to me? It's 
like some twisted nightmare..if I take Buffy ..I'm..pretty lousy but 
if I don't I'll be the one hurting and..

I sigh. Seeing all those movies sure does cut down on inner 
diatrabes. I know who I am, I know what I can do and I know what I 
can't do. Why can't I..just this once..be selfish? Just one little 
teeny time that really matters? Not something stupid like..like..not 
sharing the cheetoes?

I don't even have the strength to weep. 

"You know what I'm going to do..don't you." I turn a full 
powered Glare on the boy. I've been told, under the right 
circumstances, they're quite effective but not in this case it seems. 
The boy doesn't flinch. 

"Yes." He says quietly, no longer looking at me. "I do. It's 
why I like you Willow." 

"If you try to pat me in some reasurring manner I will kick 
you in the head." I can barely get the words out my jaw is clenched so 
tight. 

"Well..I'll still like you." The boy smiles at me, oh sure, he 
thinks I'm kidding. "But I won't touch you then." 

"So." I say. "I come all this way, somehow, get to see her but 
can't have her." I shake my head. "How biblical can you get?" 

"Excuse me?" The boy asks.

"Forbiden fruit." I explain. "She's even underneath a damn 
tree." I wave my hand in Buffy's direction.

"Ah.. Yes. I see." The boy says in understanding. 
Understanding..ri..ri..oh Goddess not again.

I really appreciate the softness of the ground when I can't 
stand up anymore. I've been doing that a lot. Collapsing. Maybe I 
should have my cirulatory system checked. 

I'm holding my face in my hands, I can feel tears sliding 
between my fingers like..like slime. When I get back I'll never cry 
again. I hate crying, I hate it because it's..it's..it's something to 
hate! 

I'm strangley ashamed that the boy is seeing me like this. 
It's..wrong somehow. An instinct, a scatching at the back of my head 
tells me so.

But..it takes some effort..A real focusing of the mind on my 
grief..I don't care. He doesn't, nobody does it seems, so it's just me 
and whatever part of creation that assigns pain to the living. At 
least that part cares to do a good job. It's doing an outstanding job. 
Why, I've become such a ..a..I've gotten to become so familiar with 
pain I know it..well not by name, that's just pain..and lots of 
synonyms. Agony, despair..yaddayadda blobladopflipflopfleep.

I'll never do it again. Aid the powers, they don't need me, 
they can't afford ot care. Sure, now I'll be selfish and y'know what? 
Just because I can't understand the 'Big' picture they think that's 
good enough! Sure, hell can just drop truckloads of ..of..baddies on 
us but those that could really help are all 'no we can't interphere. 
It's 'not right'. Bite me!

Ah. Heavy footseps coming up behind me, perfect interuption 
for monolouges and pain. I think..yeah..I'm gonna.. 
	
I'm so tired. Tired of extremes of being yinged back and forth 
I just want to rest, when do I get to rest.. I just..want..Buffy. Is 
that so much? Is it?

"YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE!" The giant thunders. 

"I though I asked you to tone your voice down." I hear the boy 
say.

"BE QUIET!" The giant roars. "YOU'VE HAD YOUR CHANCE AND NOW 
IT IS MY TERRITORY. THE RULES ARE QUITE CLEAR. SHE SHALL NOT STAY AND 
I shall.." He coughs. They have ticklish throats here too? "Excuse 
me..I SHALL ENFORCE THOSE LAWS!"

"You're being quite unpleasent." The boy says.

"I DON'T CARE." The giant replies. "SHE ISN'T EVEN WORTH IT 
ANYWAY."

"Who?" The boy asks.

"THIS..THIS LIVING PERSON." I can hear the giant's disgust. I 
hear it, but don't pay it any attention. I have my own problems..boy 
do I ever. It's black, and round, bleeding red light and getting 
bigger in my chest. I feel like I'm going to throw up. What color 
would that look like here?

"Worth what?" The boy asks again.

"THE BLONDE. THIS LIVING GIRL IS UNWORTHY OF THE SLAYER. SHE 
IS WEAK AND STUPID." 

His foot shoves me over. I let it. What does it matter, 
crashing into this ground doesn't hurt, it's too soft. The white grass 
doesn't tickle me any more though. Guess I finally got thick skinned 
enough.

"I SHALL TAKE HER BEYOND THE BOUNDRIES OF THIS RELM AND HURL 
HER BACK FROM WHENCE SHE CAME. WELL WE WILL BE TO BE RID OF-"

"Excuse me." A small voice pipes up.

I raise my head and my gaze is met by two beautiful blue eyes 
that were lost forever two months ago. 

Buffy is standing in front of me, hands clasped behind her 
back. A huge smile on her face. 

"He-he-hello Buffy." I manage a mangled version of a smile. 
Because I'm ..I've fallen down she's a little taller than me.

"Hi Willow." She says. 

"You..you know me?" I croak, I can feel my eyes widen. 

"Sure!" She chirips and gives a little hop. "I love you don't 
I?"

"Yes." I say nodding, barely able to speak. "Yes you do."

"Do you..." She smiles mischiviously. "Do you want a magical, 
mystical, Summer healing kiss?"

"Oh.." I can barely whisper. "Oh yes. More than anything."

"Kay." She smiles even more. "Just wait a second okay?"

It takes a second but I remember how to nod. "Sure."

She turns to the giant who's standing beside us.

"Did you hurt my friend?" She politly asks.

"WELL..I.."

"Did you push her over?" Buffy interupts. She's poking his 
knee with her finger, it's about as high as she can reach. "Did you?" 
She demands.

"THAT IS..." The giant stutters. 

"I think you did." Buffy speaks forcefully, with the finality 
of a child that's made up it's mind. A force too be reckoned with. 
"And I think that makes you a mean person. Picking on my friends."

She spins slowly, hands behind her back again looking around. 
This close her 'Joy' clothing looks like a sundress. 

"I don't think I like being around mean people." She declares. 
"We're leaving!"

"We?" The boy asks politely.

"Yep!" She declares proudly. "Me n'Willow."

She turns from us and shouts. "Willoowwww...hey Willoowww!! 
C'mon let's go!" 

My...I..whatever..comes running. By the time she gets to us 
she's out of breathe.

"Where..where...are..we..going Lizzy?" She gasps.

"I told you to call me Buffy!" Buffy admonishes her with a 
wagging finger.

Willow blushes. "Sorry...sorry..where.." She takes a deep 
breath. "Where are we going Buffy?"

Buffy has a gleam in her eye. "Somewhere _fun_!"

Willow shrugs. "Okay. Where you go, I go. Right? I..mean if 
that's okay with you. Cause I don't wanna be a tag along. Kids always 
called me a tag along and even though I'm not sure what that means I'm 
pretty sure I don't want to be one. No way, uh-uh..not a tag along. 
Not me."

This..this is what I look like when I babble? Oh Goddess I'm 
so emberrased! 

"Always Willow." She holds out one hand with her pinkie 
extended. "Pinkiy promise see?"

"What?" Willow says, she looks confused. 

"A pinky promise!" Buffy says. She gives out a real put upon 
sigh. "Just take my pinky with your pinky and shake. It means forever 
and ever, a pinky promise can never, ever be broken."

Willow hesitatingly does so. Her hands tremble just a bit. 
Their pinky's lock. 

"I, Buffy Summers, promise that wherever I go, Willow can come 
with me. Because she's my bestest friend and I love her all to Reeses 
Peeces!"

"Do you have Reeses Peeces?" Willow gasps in awe.

"Uh..no." Buffy reluctantly says. "But where we're going we 
can get some!"

"Cool!" Willow cheers jumping up and down. "We're there!"

She spots me. Finally. This should be fun. 

"Who..who's she Buffy?" She asks. 

Buffy grabs Willow's hand and pulls her closer. "Willow..this 
is Willow."

"Oh." Willow says looking at me. "Hug?" She holds her arms 
open.

Yes. Oh sweet goddess yes. 

"Yes." I say. "Please a hug would be wonderful!" And I hold my 
arms open. 

Willow steps into the embraces and as I wrap my arms around 
her it begins.

A tingle at my fingertips..they dance and buzz. 
Like...like..golden light..alive.. The sensation eases it's way down 
my arms.. my heart catches, I know what's going to happen..I know..I 
know what's going to happen..I know it.

Something wonderful.

The..sensation meets in the center of my chest, clean...pure. 
The black sphere is erased..like..swept away..it's gone and it's all 
so bright and shiny, I'm bright and shiny, inside outside..I'm..

Laughter. I'm laughing, sweet, sweet laughter it bubbles and 
chortles around me, within me..I'm bubbley, I'm full of joyus 
wonderful bubbly goodness!

I'm whole.

I open my eyes. Of course.

Buffy is bending over me, my Buffy. Grown up, beautiful Buffy. 
Her eyes are still an amazing blue. She's still smiling too.

"Hey." She whispers.

"Hey yourself." I whisper back. 

She reaches out to me. "Give me your hands." She whispers.

I don't hesitate. She pulls me to my feet.

"Let's go." She says. 

"Yes." I nod. I'm going to burst into flames any second now.

"Oh..wait." She says. "One last thing."

She turns to the giant who's standing there looking very 
nervous. His hands are by his side and he's hanging his head, one foot 
is toeing the ground. "If you _ever_ touch my Willow.." She pauses.

"Hell with it." She mutters. Turns half away then spins around 
suddenly and wallops the guy across the jaw.

He falls over. 

The boy watches him fall with a raised eyebrown and a small 
smile.

I myself, want to jump and down. I, being a good jewish girl, 
settle for a smile too. It's not a nice smile but..hey...it's been a 
long day.

"Ladies." He bows to us. "See you again."

"Not soon." Buffy mutters. She grabs my hand in her own again. 
"Let's jet girlfriend!"

"What about my kiss?" I whine as she pulls me after her.

"Soon enough, right now I wanna get HOME!"

"Home sounds good." I say.

We're going home.

***