Fic: Rough Magic (2/?)

[inell@xxxxxxx]

Title: Rough Magic
Author: Inell
Email: Inell@xxxxxxx
Disclaimer: Joss owns them all
Distribution: My site, Kiss or Kill, 
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Rating: R
Pairing: Willow/Buffy
To anyone reading


ROUGH MAGIC (2/?)


Buffy adjusted her position on the couch, careful not to disturb Willow. The 
redhead was laying against her, her head in the slayer's lap. Buffy was 
rather relieved that Willow had drifted off to sleep after sitting silently 
for over an hour and a half. It had been frightening how quiet Willow had 
been, speaking only that one time to discuss Tara's death before drifting off 
again. Buffy had no idea how to reach her, not having much experience with 
situations like this. She hoped that when Willow woke up she'd be able to 
react, to cry or scream or be angry. Just something. Anything would be better 
than the quiet calm she had displayed so far. 


Buffy brushed Willow's hair from her face, leaning back against the sofa 
until her head rolled back. She let her fingers move through the tangles in 
the redhead's hair, gently brushing them as she stared at the ceiling. It had 
been over four hours since the spell. Willow had spoken maybe three dozen 
words. She still hadn't heard from Giles or Xander so she had no idea what 
was happening with Anya. She really hoped the girl was all right. They'd 
become friends over the past year, surprisingly enough. She didn't want to 
lose another friend. She was looking at it positively. No news is good news.


"Buffy?"


Buffy moved her head, looking down into Willow's green eyes. She smiled 
softly, "I'm here."


Willow frowned, her eyes dazed with sleep. She rolled her head slightly, 
seeing that she was laying on the couch at the magic store with her head in 
Buffy's lap. She became aware of the slayer's fingers brushing her hair. She 
moved her head back to look at Buffy. "Where is everyone?"


"Honey," Buffy spoke slowly, "do you remember the spell?"


Memories assaulted Willow's mind, her eyes widening as she whispered, "It 
wasn't a dream?"


"No," Buffy never knew that such a small word could do so much damage. She 
watched as Willow sat up quickly, moving her arms around her chest. 


"I thought it was a dream," Willow said, shaking her head as she began to 
pace. "It seemed like a dream. Are you sure this isn't a dream?"


"Willow, stop," Buffy said sharply, taking the redhead's hands and squeezing. 
"It happened. It wasn't a dream."


"Not a dream?" Willow repeated, her voice hysterical. "That means that I 
killed Tara."


"It was not your fault," Buffy said, seeing the guilt enter the redhead's 
eyes. "Something went wrong. None of us are to blame."


"It was my spell," Willow whispered, "my spell."


Before Buffy could respond, the door opened. She looked up to see Giles 
walking inside, his face pale. He looked at them before looking away, moving 
to sit at the table, his head going into his palms. She felt Willow move 
closer, her hands tightening their grip. She spoke softly, "Giles, how is 
Anya?"


"She's out of surgery," Giles said quietly, his voice so soft they could 
barely hear him.


"She's OK?" Buffy asked, looking at Willow and seeing that the redhead was 
studying Giles with a slightly panicked look in her eyes. 


"She's being kept for observation," he said as he finally looked up, dropping 
his hands. 


Buffy felt a cold chill enter her body as she saw the tears in his eyes, felt 
Willow's fingernails digging into her palm so hard that she could feel blood. 
"What is it, Giles?"


"No," Willow whispered softly, shaking her head before Giles had a chance to 
speak. She closed her eyes as she slid to the floor, pulling Buffy down with 
her. 


"Giles?" Buffy looked at him, seeing him look at Willow sadly. She had missed 
something.


"It's the baby, Buffy," Giles said quietly, blinking away his tears, "Anya 
lost the baby."