FF: IT: Chapter Thirteen

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Title: IT 
Chapter: Thirteen/? 
Rating: R 
Spoilers: Up to and including the last season shown. 
Beta Reader: Scotty Welles 
Shadow Mage. *Sammy*

Summary: Alt-Buffy/IT verse and crossover. What if Willow was the
seventh member 
of the choosen group instead of Ben. 

Disclaimer: Nope, don't belong to me. 

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Summer Of 1989 
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Two Weeks Later 
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Willow stared at her uncle nervously, unable wrap her mind around what
he'd just said. 'He told my mother I was gay...' 

"You're gonna get it now, you cunt-sucking bitch, oh you're going to
get it good. I'm going to fucking knock you around this house until
you're begging for mercy, then I'm going to beat you some more." He
cracked his knuckles in his hand, and stepped forward with a half
smile. "And just you wait your fag ass, because when you get home your
mother is going to teach you all about your soul-damned sins." 

That was all she needed to here to send her sprinting out the door. 
She took what her mother dished out - hell, she was even an expert at
hiding it, but she was not going to close her eyes and take it from her
crazy uncle. The bastard was as bad as his sister, and probably just
as deadly, given the mood he was in. 

She could hear him behind her, screaming out insults and threats. But
he was also fat and out of shape, and no matter how much he wanted to
slap her around, he couldn't keep up. She looked back and stopped at
what she saw. 

The look in his eyes, the way the neighbor simply went inside and shut
the door, how the couple walking down the sidewalk kept going without
raising their heads. All of it reminded her of something she'd seen in
Its eyes, something she'd seen a million times in her mother's eyes.
IT. 

The realization that everything ended here, today, hit her hard. 
Running again, she knew she needed to get down to the Barrens. Now. 


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Stan saw it when the car nearly ran into him and Mike as they tried to
cross the street. The older driver he'd known to be kind had stared at
him with a saddened statement for just an instant, then it changed into
a blank scowl. 

Mr. Keene stopped sweeping the broom outside his pharmacy, he stormed
into his store, locking the door and turning the closed sign around. 
He glared at them and disappeared into the back. The bright sky
darkened, storm clouds racing in over the town. 

"Come on, we've got to get down to the barrens. Now." 


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Beverly dropped to her throbbing, grease-covered knees and punched
Henry between the legs. The boy howled in outrage, as she got to her
feet and dived down into the underbrush of the barrens. She yanked the
trap door of the clubhouse open and jumped down, closing it behind her.


"Bev, what happened? Are you okay?" Willow asked as the other girl
burrowed into her arms. 

"It got to my father, and now Henry's gone crazy." 

Richie snorted. "And he wasn't before?" 

"No, I mean homicidal crazy. He has a switchblade, and he went after
this old man that tried to help me, and he's on his way down here right
n--" 

They went quiet as they heard the voices of Henry and Belch. They were
talking to themselves as they searched around the clubhouse. One of
them stepped onto the roof, sending a fine layer of dirt to fall onto
their upturned faces. 

"Where the hell are they?" Henry growled. 

"Look, maybe we should just go..." 

"NO! We kill those little bastards today." 

The two boys continued arguing as they walked into the distance. 

"Bill and the others are on their way down..." Richie said softly. 

"Damn." Willow let go of Beverly and stood up. "We have to warn
them." She pushed the trap door open and peeked out. "It's clear. 
Go." 

While Beverly and Richie pulled themselves up, she grabbed her black
canvass bag, putting the strap over her arm and head. Moving quickly,
she let Richie help her up. 

"I-I-I'm t-t-telling you, B-b-batman c-could k-k-kick S-s-spider-Man's
b-b..." 


"Bill! We've got trouble, man." 

Bill entered the clearing with the others in tow. Willow could see in
the pale white faces that they already knew. Light rain fell onto them
as they walked over the morlock hole, working together to level it up
and push it off. She felt the strain of pushing it in the scabbed over
cuts on her chest as it fell to the ground. 

"We don't have any light," Stan pointed out. 

She reached into her canvass bag and pulled out a waterproof hunting
flashlight. "Here." She handed it to Eddie. 

"L-l-l-lets e-e-end t-t-this." Bill threw his leg over the edge and
climbed down, waiting until Eddie had gotten onto the latter before
proceeding down, staying close to the small boy. 

Willow stayed back letting them go down, one by one, until it was just
her and Oz standing in the worsening rain. 

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a simple leather string with
an occult pentagram on it. Lifting up on his toes he lowered it over
her head. "I just wanted you to know how much I love you." 

She hugged the boy close. "I love you too, Oz, just not in that way." 

"I know, and I only want to see you happy. Whether you're gay or not."


"Hey, dipshits, are you coming?" Beverly hollered up at them. 

Richie cocked a grin and started down the ladder. "Jeez, what's got
your bra in a bunch? You got a date with death or something?" 

"Yeah, and I'm taking you with me, trash mouth!" 

"Well, you know what they say, doll. Death is the greatest adventure
of all." 

"Yeah, and so is digging up your nose." 

"You would know, wouldn't you? Hey, Red, did ya know that Bevy likes
to go excavating every day for lunch?" 

She dropped down into the waist-high water and snorted arrogantly. 
"Yeah, only the best for my Bev." 

"Cut it out guys, this is seri-- FUCK!!" Stan leaped back, narrowly
missing being hit by a brick-sized rock. 

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FUCKERS!!!" Henry held another brick over the
morlock hole and dropped it. 

"Uh, guys I hate to be petrified and run, but I'm thinking we should
get lost. Fast," Willow said as she jumped back from the large splash.

"I'm agreeing with Red here," Richie volunteered. 

They continued to back away, keeping an eye on Henry as he started to
climb down. 

"E-e-eddie, w-w-which w-w-way?" 

Eddie took his position in the front with Bill, leading them to the
left of ladder. Willow waited for them to pass before she pulled the
neon yellow spray can from her bag. Carefully she drew an arrow on the
wall with a W at the head, then followed after them. 

She known, since the day they'd realized where It lived, that they
would end up down here, and being the person she was, began to make
preparations for such an event. There was a lot she could've done to
prepare, but she knew most of it would've been useless. 

The final battle, when it took place, was going to be impromptu, and no
time to carry a bag of supplies. So instead she'd opted for three
items, which she could carry in the army bag that was a constant on her
body. A waterproof flashlight, back up batteries, and a spray can. 

She was more than aware of how easy it was to get lost in the sewers,
and even if they did manage to find their way down, there was no
guarantee that they'd find their way back. So she'd bought the can of
spray paint. Yellow, so that it could be easily distinguished from the
other colors, and quick-drying so that it couldn't be wiped off. 

"Hey, what's with the paint?" Richie asked as she paused long enough at
the next tunnel to put another arrow on the wall. 

"Just in case." 

Richie's cocky grin melted. "Thanks. Now come on, we've got us some
clown ass to kick." 


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Thundering rain pounded through the pipes as they went lower and lower
under the town of Derry. The water from the drains and runoffs flooded
the pipes that ranged from less than three feet wide to eight feet. 
Sometimes to the point where they were barely able to keep their heads

above the water, others they 
were totally submerged for up to a minute at a time. The water flowed
strongly around them, trying to knock them back and almost succeeding. 


Willow held her breath and swam forward in the small pipe, her lungs
burning against their treatment. The line seemed to move slowly in
front of her, but she knew that they were going as fast as they could
under the circumstances. 'Oh goddess, don't let me die like this, not
down here.' 

She thrust forward again as Richie swam out of the other end of the
pipe. She bit into her cheek and followed, bobbing up above the water
line and greedily swallowing the foul air. Eddie triggered his inhaler
twice, then pointed to the downward-sloped pipe a foot above the water
level. 

She thanked whatever goddess was listening and painted another arrow
pointing down to the pipe they'd just left. Stuffing the wet can into
her now-heavy bag, she swam over to the large pipe and hauled herself
out of the grey water. 

Beverly reached down and helped her to her feet. "Eddie says we're
almost there." 

"Good, then we can fight a child-killing monster, with a small hope
that by the time we kill the bastard that the whole damned sewer hasn't
flooded and drowned us." 

"Well, it could be worse." 

Willow smirked knowingly, " How?" 

"Richie could be telling jokes." 

Richie glared at them. "Hey, I heard that." 

The dry pipe tilted dangerously downward, as they turned the corner. 
The darkness seemed to consume the light, sucking it in until they
could barely see more than a foot a head of them at a time. 

"Do you guys here something?" 

They listened to the rumbling of water from above them. Willow gripped
Richie's arm, keeping a tight grip on Beverly's hand. 

"I have a bad feeling about this." 

Willow ignored Beverly for now, her eyes narrowing with understanding. 
"Bill, give me the flashlight." 

"W-w-why?" 

"Because if you don't, we'll lose our only source of light." She
quickly turned it off, shoving it back in her bag, and tightening the
strap on it. "Hold hands, and whatever you do, don't let go." 

They listened quietly as the rumbling swiftly grew nearer. She prayed
that she was wrong about this, knowing that if she was right that they
might not make it. 

Seconds later, a wave of thick, sticky metallic liquid slammed into
them, carrying them haphazardly down the tunnel. She struggled to hold
on, but her hands slipped from the others. 

The tender, sore body slammed into the walls of the tunnel, over and
over. Her lungs tried to exhale with every pounding she took, but she
kept her lips clamped together. She reached out to find out which way
was up, slipped down and twisted in the liquid, until she was going
down head-first. 

Arms cut through the liquid, putting more speed on her already
dangerous pace. She kicked out her legs, pushing off the walls. Her
badly abused lungs were burning in a cold saturating pain, creating
spots in her eyelids. She swam faster, desperate for air. Darkness
began to settle over her mind, she opened her mouth and...breathed
oxygen. 

She struggled to open her eyes, coughing onto the floor were she was
thrown out of the pipe. Blood covered the large room, staining their
skin and clothes. She scanned the others to make sure that they were
okay. Her stomach tightened at the sight of Eddie laying in the far
corner, his head turned in a strange angle. 

"E-e-eddie?" Bill knelt by him and pressed his fingers to the side of
his neck. Slowly he stood, his posture tense. 
"H-h-he's...d-d-d-d-dea-a-a-ad." 

Willow sat stunned, staring at the body of the small boy. She hadn't
known him well, but in the last two months the whole group had
developed a bond that was too strong to ever be broken. Salty tears
ran down her bloodstained face. 

Stan sprinted into the pipe, his panicked footsteps reaching their
ears. They stared at each other, too tired to go after him. She stood
and stared at the pipe, trying to decide what to do. They had to kill
It, but without all seven of them it would be hard. Five, instead of
six, would be even harder. 

The piercing scream of pain slapped them out of their shock. The
scream cut off and a loud thud of a body falling reverberated through
the pipe. 

"I'M COMING FOR YOU NEXT, FAG!!!" 

Bill spun to the small door next to Eddie's body and yanked it open,
diving in. The four of them followed, knowing they were trapped
between two killers. The deep cave was wall to wall in a cocoon of a
spiderweb, bodies of half-eaten children and babies hanging from it. 
The ceiling went up and up, stories upon stories, with no sign of
reaching the ground level of the town. 

She turned her eyes to the tarantula coming from the side tunnel. Its
size astonished her, standing as big as a double-wide trailer. Somehow
she wasn't frightened, knowing that It was still hiding its true form
from them. 

"YOU KILLED MY BROTHER, YOU BITCH, AND I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!" 

The spider cocked its head and lurched forward, snapping its jaw down
onto Bill's head. 

Willow clenched her jaws together, as the taller boy fell dead. This
wasn't supposed to happen, they were supposed to do the killing, and
then they were going to go on with their lives like nothing happened. 

"Christ, Bill..." Richie backed away from the spider regarding them
with a dark humor. 

Willow stepped forward, determined to finish this now. She stared into
the silver eyes of the spider, thrusting her mind out at It. 

She shuddered helplessly as it latched on, and thrust its own mind out
in return. 

Chud. 


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She opened her eyes on the plain and stared at the silver light that
was It. 

"You wish to die, young one." 

"No, I wish you to die." 

"Three of your friends are dead, you have already failed." 

"I won't let myself fail. This ends now." 

"Very well..." 

The shape's spiritual teeth sank into her tongue. She pushed down her
lurching stomach, and bit deeply into the long, black tongue. 

"You don't exist, you are nothing but an illusion. This is nothing but
an illusion. I belive in the Easter Bunny, and
Vampires, and Whistler, and Slayers, and Witches. But you aren't real,
you are nothing." 

"Stop this foolishness. You can't win, you're nothing but a puny
child. You will die..." 

"You are the one who's nothing. You have no power over me, you will
never have any power over me, you can not control me because you aren't
here..." 

"NO!!! YOU WILL NOT DO THIS. YOU WILL ROT IN THIS COLD, DARK PLACE
AND YOU WILL DIE. I WILL EAT YOUR SOUL AND LEAVE YOUR BODY A LIFELESS
SHELL." 

She chuckled, causing it to scream in pain, all the fear and hate she'd
felt melted away. Leaving her a sure, mature girl, forced to grow up
too soon. "No, you won't. Now, take me back and leave this world." 

The spider screamed out, "STOP, IT HURTS! LET ME GO BEFORE IT'S TOO
LATE!!!!" 

"This is over. You're dead..." 

"Willow!!" Richie screamed out as the spider collapsed to the ground,
whining loudly in pain. 

She walked over to It, taking a small ziplock bag from her pocket. 
Opening it, she sprinkled it over the dying body and chanted softly,
not stopping until a blaze of white fire engulfed it. The mystical
light gave out with its last heartbeat, plunging the surviving four
into darkness. 


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Richie and Mike reached into the morlock hold and helped Willow out. 
She was feeling the effects of the fight and the magic she'd never
practiced before. Her legs nearly sent her tumbling to the ground, but
Bev grabbed her in time. 

Mike pulled a small Swiss army knife from his pocket, and opened the
blade. "We may have killed It, but if It ever comes back..." 

Richie nodded and held out his hands, flinching as Mike cut a line
across both of his palms. Willow and Beverly did the same, waiting
while he cut his own. 

They solemnly took each others hands, bonding their promise with blood.


If It ever came back, they would be there. 


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- Charles Angels.

Odo: Madam Ambassodor, I'm not like you.
Every sixteen hours I revert to a liqiud.

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- DS9: The Forsaken.

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