FIC: Broken Willow (1/1)

["Heather Sinclair" <viceverza1@xxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Broken Willow 
Author: Heather Sinclair (Heather@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: B/W
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Archive: Anyone who wants it can take it. Just tell me where it goes
Spoilers: Conversations With Dead People 
Disclaimer: Joss owns the character's etc. Blah Blah Blah
Summary: Willow returns home after the incident at the library and 
is telling Buffy what happened.
Author Notes: After a long hiatus in the B/W universe, I am back! 



Broken Willow

"And then she just folded up in a gloopy flesh kinda ball and poofed 
away."

Tears had been falling throughout her entire story. My heart was 
breaking for my best friend. No one should have to go through an 
experience like that. Especially so soon after ... 

She leaned into me, sobbing softly on my shoulder. I did what any 
friend would do, I consoled her. 

"I'm so sorry, Wil."

I pulled her back with me as I relaxed on the couch. Her legs folded 
up and she cuddled against my breast, trying to relax and let the 
evening's events drift from her soul. 

It hurt to see her in this condition again; reliving all of the pain. 
Willow was having a tough enough time living day after day without 
her lover beside her. Tara was her stout tree from which she leaned 
upon whenever she had any doubts. Now there's only me.

My fingers threaded through her hair, softly petting her worries 
away. My lips continued whispering condolences and platitudes more 
for my own peace of mind than for any good it would do the trembling 
body laying in my arms.

Sunnydale's newest bad guy wasn't a creature that I could just ram a 
stake into; it was evil. Something that could reach into our minds 
and twist our most precious thoughts against us. It had reopened a 
scar on Willow's psyche and bled the wound until my little Willow was 
down and broken again.

I gathered her in my arms and headed toward the stairs. She needed 
rest more than anything else, right now. Discussing this at night 
seemed even more depressing. Like we should be whispering in the 
shadows instead of screaming in the light of day for retribution as 
we should be doing. The morning will be much better.

She whimpered slightly as I pulled her closer to me, resting her head 
on my shoulder as I ascended the stairs. We'll get it Willow. I 
swear when I find out what did this, I'll hold it down and let you 
deliver the final blow. 

When we reached the second floor landing I started to turn to my old 
room, her's now.

"Buffy," she whispered and clutched a handful of my blouse, "I don't 
want to be alone tonight. Can I ..."

I smiled. "Of course you can."

She released a shortly held breath against my neck in 
relief. "Thanks."

Dawn's door was still open when we passed. I stopped briefly to check 
on her and pulled it closed. My bedroom light was off; mainly because 
I hadn't taken the time to replace the bulb. Every light in the house 
had been blown out along with most of the windows. I had enough time 
to board up the windows and replace a few bulbs before Willow made it 
home, the bedroom bulb not being one of them.

Moonlight shone through the one window in the bedroom that made it 
through the storm, giving enough light to see the bed so that I could 
lay my friend down. 

>From the look on her face I think she was well on her way to 
dreamland. Dear God, please let her dream good dreams tonight. She 
deserves that much.

I pulled out a t-shirt from the dresser drawer and made my way to the 
master bathroom. Flicking the switch, I was rewarded with light. Yea, 
me. The warm shower that followed help melt away the night's worries 
and relax me enough to where I was sure I could sleep away most of 
the day tomorrow. 

********************
One more check around the house to make sure everything was secure 
and I was ready for bed. I reached the bedroom and noticed sometime 
within the last hour, Willow had crawled under the sheets. A soft 
sound of heavy breathing let me know she was well into a relaxing 
sleep.

I slid under the sheets and laid my head down. My eyes fell across 
Willow's hair covering her face. I reached over as stealthily as I 
could and slid a finger, drawing the fallen tresses back behind her 
ear.

Apparently I wasn't as stealthy as I thought. Feeling my touch, 
Willow moved closer, snuggled up and laid her head on my shoulder. 

Oh boy. Don't freak, Buffy. She's not making the moves; just getting 
comfortable, and for god's sake if anyone needs the comfort ...

I closed my eyes and tried to relax; willing myself to fall asleep. 
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep. You are getting 
sleepier, you are getting sleepier. Her warm breath slid across my 
neck sending goosebumps down my skin. 

Whoa, Nelly! 

The scent of strawberries filled the air. It's just her shampoo, 
Buffy. Chill out and go to sleep. 

Then a thought came into my mind. This was Willow's and Tara's bed. 
This is where they did ... this is where ... this is where they 
*slept* ... that's all!

You're fooling yourself, Buffy. They bounced in this bed. And now 
Willow is back and her lips are not even an inch away from your ... 
stop! You aren't gay. Not that there is anything wrong with that. 
Your best friend is gay and you love her like ... correct that, you 
really like her like a best friend.

I felt her nuzzle closer into my neck. 

She's .... her lips ... are on my neck.

"Mmmmm." 

She's asleep, Buffy. Maybe she's just dreaming of Tara. That's it. 
She's dreaming of Tara and the times they spent in this bed. Just 
relax and go to sleep.

What was that?

It's her lips again. Dammit!

I backed away and turned my head. I had to reassure myself that she 
was just dreaming. However it seems that I didn't back away far 
enough. When I turned my head our noses touched signaling to some 
spot in her subconscious mind that she was kissing Tara, I'm 
sure, 'cause her lips parted and her tongue snaked out running along 
my bottom lip.

My mind raced into overdrive waking up the rest of my body, reacting 
without thinking, following suit to her proffered tease by reacting 
in kind. My eyes closed and my lips went with what was natural, 
returning her kiss with one just as soft and endearing. 

What are you doing, Buffy? This is your best friend in the whole 
world, not to mention she's a she and you are kissing her.

Tension ran along my body and it wasn't from my own muscles. I felt 
her body stiffen and pull back. Okay, she's awake and you are soooo 
dead.

I felt her fall back further. "Buffy?"

Thank all of the gods in the universe that the lights were not 
working. 

"Uh ... yeah."

"Did I ... "

"Willow, listen ..."

She drew back to the other side of the bed. "Oh, Buffy. I'm so sorry 
I didn't mean to ... I was dreaming ... I thought it was Tara."

I reached out and stopped her from jumping from the bed. "Wil, it's 
okay."

"But ..."

I pulled her back. "Get back here and relax. I'm not going to bite 
you."

I could see the shadow of her face, timed and afraid.

"Uh, Wil, in case you didn't notice, I didn't mind." 

A rush of breath escaped her mouth and her shoulders dropped. 

"Buffy, are you ..."

There's the big question of the night; revelation time. What are you 
going to say, Buffy.

"Wil ... I'm not anything. The only thing I am is your friend."

She let that sit between us for a moment. 

"But ... you kissed me."

I nodded slightly. "Yeah." I breathed.

She inched back slowly. "So ... do you maybe want to ... you know ... 
kiss me again?"

I hoped she could see my smile. "Yeah."

End?


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