FIC: Deterioration (4/?)

["Shannon" <willows_gal_15@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Sorry it's kinda short... I haven't had alot of time... Anyways... on 
with the, uh, fic!

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Disclaimer: They're not mine? one day they will be? uhhh? they belong 
to Joss & Co. 
Rating: PG-13... Something is implied... ;)
Summary: Buffy had cancer, and her and Willow spend her last few days 
together.
Setting: Sometime after season 6, veryyyy AU. Actually I've just 
realised the way I'm visualising this! They've known each other 6 
years, meaning it's set after 'Grave', or at the very least at the 
beginning of season 6 (When Buffy is dead, lol) BUT they still live 
in the dorms!
Spoilers: None.
Notes: This is STILL Day 2.... this time it's nighttime. Okay, I 
recommend you go back and read the first 3 chapters before you read 
this one. It'll make a hell of a lot more sense!
Distribution: My site, http://www.geocities.com/lusty_wrong_feelings 
by default and anywhere you want, just ask me first and credit me :) 
Feedback? Sure! :D I crave it!

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Late in the night while Buffy slept, Willow detangled herself from 
her best friends body, and crept over to the foot of her own bed, and 
reached for a familiar friend. She dressed quickly, and went to the 
library. She wasn't so stupid as to not take a few crosses and a 
stake, and she wasn't cruel enough to not leave Buffy a note as to 
where she was going.

Buffy,
I've gone to the library, there's a project 
I'm working on. Don't worry, I've got crosses. I'll 
be safe. I'll try to be home before you wake up, 
but if I'm not, that's what this is for. I love you.

Love Willow

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Willow squinted at the screen of her laptop. She'd exhausted all of 
the medicinal cures for cancer in about 45 minutes, but she'd known 
that wouldn't take very long. She'd scoured the 'Net for them, but 
they all said the same thing. 

"At this time, there is no known cure..." 

"Unfortunately, there is no cure..." 

"We regret to inform that no cure is available..."

It was frustrating. All the information in the world on shrimp and 
prawns, (Anya would be so pleased,) but nothing on cancer treatment. 
She'd then moved on to herbal remedies, but they were all prevention, 
not treatment. Now, she was onto witchcraft and Wicca. The spell she 
squinted at seemed somewhat... useful. "That's... interesting." She 
muttered to herself. She mentally scolded herself. "No... Willow, no. 
Buffy would not be too happy."

"But, Willow. It would cure her completely." A voice within her 
argued back.

"No. No!" She argued with the little devil on her shoulder. "She'd 
never forgive me. I can't. At least not this one." Still, she click 
the button that said, "Bookmark this page." Blip!

"Title? It wants a title. Gosh, I really haven't been on these in a 
while. Weird. Like talking to myself. Freaky." She shook her head, 
and decided to go for the obvious.

"To," 

Clickety-click. 

"Transfer," 

Click... 

"Cancer," 

Oops. Cancer has one 'R'.

"From one body to another."