Fic: Rough Magic (3/?)

[inell@xxxxxxx]

Title: Rough Magic
Author: Inell
Email: Inell@xxxxxxx
Disclaimer: Joss owns them all
Distribution: My site, Kiss or Kill, 
http://members.fortunecity.com/kissorkill Anyone that has permission, take. 
Otherwise, just ask.
Rating: R
Pairing: Willow/Buffy
Warning: Feeling a bit depressed and unloved for some unknown reason. Trying 
to write, but can't promise that it will be any good...


ROUGH MAGIC (3/?)


"Oh God," Buffy whispered as she heard Giles' words. Not the baby. Flashes of 
Anya and Xander's happiness at the pregnancy, their search for the perfect 
name, the glow that had surrounded Anya for months came to her mind. She felt 
fingernails digging deeply into her palm as she sat in stunned silence. She 
had never even thought about the baby. She'd just assumed that it would all 
be fine. She'd been so very wrong.


Willow felt Giles' words like a knife entering her heart. She had known that 
Tara was dead, was trying to deal with being responsible for her lover's 
death. Now, she'd also killed a baby. A child that hadn't even been born yet. 
She'd killed two people that night. She closed her eyes as she felt guilt 
gnawing at her. It was all her fault. She didn't care what Buffy said, it had 
been her spell. She had intended for anyone to be hurt or to die, but they 
had. It was so hard to believe that two lives could be taken in such a short 
time. She held on tightly to Buffy's hand, not knowing what she should say, 
what she should do. It had seemed like a bad dream, Tara's death and the 
botched spell. Now, it was an increasingly horrible nightmare. Only, this 
time, she wouldn't be waking up. It was real. She was a murderer.


"Anya had a miscarriage shortly after arriving at the hospital," Giles said 
in a soft voice. He could see the grief the girls were feeling and wished he 
could have given them good news. Unfortunately, he couldn't. "She only 
regained consciousness about an hour ago. They weren't sure if they were 
going to lose her too."


"She's OK, though?" Buffy questioned, blinking away her tears as she demanded 
an honest answer.


"Physically, she appears to be fine," Giles said, running his hand over his 
face. "They won't really know anything until they examine her further. She 
was understandably upset when she heard about the miscarriage. They had given 
her something to help her sleep before I left."


"Should we do something?" Buffy asked, looking at him for guidance.


"Concerning Tara," Giles glanced at Willow and saw the redhead staring at the 
floor, a guilty look in her green eyes and a thoughtful frown on her pretty 
face. When he saw that she did not react to his statement, he sighed, 
realizing that she wasn't listening anymore. He looked at Buffy, "did you 
leave her?"


Buffy nodded, "I called the police before we came here, reported her body. I 
assume they've found her by now."


"And the materials?" he asked trying to be delicate in his questions but 
knowing that he needed to ask them.


"I only left the blanket," she said quietly, her hand moving to brush through 
Willow's hair as the redhead sat silently. "I brought everything else back 
here."


Giles nodded, thankful that she had managed to keep her head during the 
situation. He, himself, had been so shocked at the turn of events that he 
hadn't thought properly at all. He was about to respond to Buffy when Willow 
looked up, her face resolved, her eyes determined.


"Xander," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. She cleared her 
throat as she looked at Buffy, "I need to see Xander."