FIC: Deterioration (1/?)

["willowy_slayer" <willows_gal_15@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Okay, ignore the previous post, I used the wrong username. Tissue 
warning, etc. Its sad, if you don't wanna be depressed dont read it 
lol... ohh its short so tell me if u wanna sequel

Disclaimer: They're not mine? one day they will be? uhhh? they belong 
to Joss & Co. 
Rating: G, maybe PG for one kiss.
Summary: Well, I can't say too much without giving it away. It's 
saaaaaad.
Setting: Sometime after season 6, veryyyy AU.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: It's really short, you guys need to tell me if you want a 
sequel.
Distribution: my site, http://www.geocities.com/lusty_wrong_feelings 
and Anywhere you want, just ask me first and credit me :)

The shrill ringing of the phone made Willow nearly jump out of her 
skin, but Buffy calmly reached over to answer it. Buffy had been 
acting strangely for the past few weeks, and Willow was really 
worried. She hadn't been out on patrol, she'd been constantly 
sleeping. Willow had tried to convince her to go to a doctor, but 
Buffy would have nothing to do with it. She'd smile sadly, and 
say, "It will all be over soon, Will." At that point in each 
conversation, Willow would get chills down her spine. The same chills 
she was getting now, as she listened to Buffy's end of this 
particular phone converstion.

"Okay... I figured. Nothing we can do? It's gonna happen... 72 hours. 
Thankyou. No, I'm fine. I need to tell people... not yet. Goodbye." 
She hung up the phone., and turned to Willow. "Will," she said 
weakly. "We gotta talk."

Willow's eyes were beginning to tear up, she knew what was going to 
happen. "What's wrong, Buffy. Please." Buffy took a breath. "Will... 
you know I love you, right? I never want you to forget that, never. 
No matter how long you live... remember me. Remember my love for 
you." She gently took Willow's head in ehr hands and kissed her lips 
softly, then said the two fateful words, that would break the two 
apart forever. 

"I'm dying."

Within those two words, Willow's world shattered around her. In the 
years she'd known Buffy, she'd grown so attached to her, that it hurt 
when they didn't see each other. She could feel the pain that Buffy 
felt on patrol, but she never saw this coming until about five 
minutes ago. And the kiss. She never saw that coming either. All the 
emotions she had felt for the past six years came crashing down 
around her, and she let go of all her greif in sobbing, and holding 
Buffy as tight as she possibly could.

"Why... why didn't you tell me? Why?" Willow glanced up at Buffy, her 
eyes glistening with tears. "What is it? I mean... what's happeneing 
to you?" Buffy looked down at her friend, also feeling the emotion of 
their bottled-up feelings. "It's cancer, Will. I've got about 3 days. 
I didn't tell you, because--" She paused, to take a breath. The 
sentence was beginning to tire her. "Because they weren't sure. But 
now they are." By this ime, Willow had begun to cry again. Buffy took 
Willow in her arms, and rocked her. They lay together, as one, in 
Buffy's last days.