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snoggedTitle: Flying (The Let Her Cry Remix)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Buffy/Willow
Rating/Warnings: FRT/PG; angst, references to character death.
Word Count: 709
Summary: Sometimes, in her dreams, Willow sees Buffy fly.
Beta Crew:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.
Author’s Note: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash_minis Remix Challenge. This fic is a remix of Verity’s story: Flying
Sometimes, in her dreams, Willow sees Buffy fly.
--
Last night, she stood at the top of the Tower. She watched Buffy dive off the edge into a white-hot chasm that promised no other ending but death.
The night air crackles around her and Willow screams. Her lungs tighten with sorrow, her heart fills with agony.
That night didn’t happen this way, but this is what she dreams.
She falls to her knees, her eyes filling with tears, her heart breaking into pieces that would never reassemble. She is so consumed by grief that she doesn’t notice the wind’s susurration, the night’s whisper, which tells her to raise her eyes to the sky and see the truth.
If she had, she would have seen Buffy sprout the wings of an angel, the halo of a hero. She would have seen Buffy enter heaven and she would have known.
She wakes up as soon as the alarm clock goes off, the beepbeepbeepbeep grating against her ears, and she can’t fight off the lingering sadness. No perky, Old-Faithful smile for this Willow. Not today.
Maybe not ever.
--
Tonight, Willow watches Buffy dive off the Tower again, and this time, Buffy soars above the chasm, white-hot lightning crackling beneath her.
She watches Buffy, watches Buffy’s body sag just a bit when the Slayer looks down at the ground below her. Willow knows that Dawn, Spike, Giles, Tara, and Xander are all down there. Tiny little specks dotting the broken Earth.
She imagines that must be Hell for Buffy, imagines that Buffy’s heart is longing for the world she left behind.
Willow knows she can bring her back and hey, this is a dream, right?
In an instant, she finds herself at the foot of Buffy’s bed. Buffy who is alive and not dead. Willow feels the magic still boiling inside of her. She knows that her whole body thrums with it, has changed with it. Obsidian black eyes. Jet black hair. They are not marks of wickedness. They are marks of power.
“I brought you back to life.”
Buffy looks at her first, but doesn’t answer.
“Aren’t you grateful?”
She doesn’t need the alarm clock to wake up this time. Her eyes fly open all on their own.
--
In the morning, she walks to her favorite tree. The one that sits on the very edge of the coven’s garden and she pushes her fingers into the ground. The soil vibrates with life and with death, with pain and with comfort.
Life in England is so much different than life in Sunnydale.
The feedback she’s gotten so far has been good though. They say she’s making good progress. Giles assures her every night, that no matter what she’s done, she’s still Willow.
But his voice is not the one she wants to hear tonight.
She wants to hear Buffy’s voice.
She wants to hear her best friend’s voice.
Or…more likely…her former best friend’s voice.
She wants to tell Buffy that she misses her, wants to hear that:
“She misses you.”
Willow exhales a sigh of relief and gets to her feet. Giles doesn’t even flinch when her dirt-stained fingers dig into his tweed vest. He just lets her hug him.
--
Sometimes, in her dreams, Willow sees Buffy fly.
--
Buffy’s arms wrap around her neck and for a moment, Willow savors the soft press of Buffy’s breasts against her back as she navigates the breeze. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”
Willow doesn’t look down tonight, doesn’t look to see if the Tower is back to haunt her dreams again. Instead, she looks up and inhales sharply at the sight of the constellations that stare back at her. Big Pineapple. Short Man Looking Uncomfortable. Moose Getting A Sponge Bath. Little Pile’O'Crackers.
“Tara found the blue sweater,” she shouts, loud enough so Buffy can hear her over the sound of the rushing wind. “It was hiding behind the couch the whole time.”
Buffy’s grip tightens and Willow can hear the barest hiss of the Slayer’s breath against her earlobe.
“Where are we going?”
“We’ll know when we get there,” Willow answers. She doesn’t offer more than that. Everyone knows the old cliché: The journey is more important than the destination.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Buffy/Willow
Rating/Warnings: FRT/PG; angst, references to character death.
Word Count: 709
Summary: Sometimes, in her dreams, Willow sees Buffy fly.
Beta Crew:
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.Author’s Note: Written for the
femslash_minis Remix Challenge. This fic is a remix of Verity’s story: Flying Sometimes, in her dreams, Willow sees Buffy fly.
--
Last night, she stood at the top of the Tower. She watched Buffy dive off the edge into a white-hot chasm that promised no other ending but death.
The night air crackles around her and Willow screams. Her lungs tighten with sorrow, her heart fills with agony.
That night didn’t happen this way, but this is what she dreams.
She falls to her knees, her eyes filling with tears, her heart breaking into pieces that would never reassemble. She is so consumed by grief that she doesn’t notice the wind’s susurration, the night’s whisper, which tells her to raise her eyes to the sky and see the truth.
If she had, she would have seen Buffy sprout the wings of an angel, the halo of a hero. She would have seen Buffy enter heaven and she would have known.
She wakes up as soon as the alarm clock goes off, the beepbeepbeepbeep grating against her ears, and she can’t fight off the lingering sadness. No perky, Old-Faithful smile for this Willow. Not today.
Maybe not ever.
--
Tonight, Willow watches Buffy dive off the Tower again, and this time, Buffy soars above the chasm, white-hot lightning crackling beneath her.
She watches Buffy, watches Buffy’s body sag just a bit when the Slayer looks down at the ground below her. Willow knows that Dawn, Spike, Giles, Tara, and Xander are all down there. Tiny little specks dotting the broken Earth.
She imagines that must be Hell for Buffy, imagines that Buffy’s heart is longing for the world she left behind.
Willow knows she can bring her back and hey, this is a dream, right?
In an instant, she finds herself at the foot of Buffy’s bed. Buffy who is alive and not dead. Willow feels the magic still boiling inside of her. She knows that her whole body thrums with it, has changed with it. Obsidian black eyes. Jet black hair. They are not marks of wickedness. They are marks of power.
“I brought you back to life.”
Buffy looks at her first, but doesn’t answer.
“Aren’t you grateful?”
She doesn’t need the alarm clock to wake up this time. Her eyes fly open all on their own.
--
In the morning, she walks to her favorite tree. The one that sits on the very edge of the coven’s garden and she pushes her fingers into the ground. The soil vibrates with life and with death, with pain and with comfort.
Life in England is so much different than life in Sunnydale.
The feedback she’s gotten so far has been good though. They say she’s making good progress. Giles assures her every night, that no matter what she’s done, she’s still Willow.
But his voice is not the one she wants to hear tonight.
She wants to hear Buffy’s voice.
She wants to hear her best friend’s voice.
Or…more likely…her former best friend’s voice.
She wants to tell Buffy that she misses her, wants to hear that:
“She misses you.”
Willow exhales a sigh of relief and gets to her feet. Giles doesn’t even flinch when her dirt-stained fingers dig into his tweed vest. He just lets her hug him.
--
Sometimes, in her dreams, Willow sees Buffy fly.
--
Buffy’s arms wrap around her neck and for a moment, Willow savors the soft press of Buffy’s breasts against her back as she navigates the breeze. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”
Willow doesn’t look down tonight, doesn’t look to see if the Tower is back to haunt her dreams again. Instead, she looks up and inhales sharply at the sight of the constellations that stare back at her. Big Pineapple. Short Man Looking Uncomfortable. Moose Getting A Sponge Bath. Little Pile’O'Crackers.
“Tara found the blue sweater,” she shouts, loud enough so Buffy can hear her over the sound of the rushing wind. “It was hiding behind the couch the whole time.”
Buffy’s grip tightens and Willow can hear the barest hiss of the Slayer’s breath against her earlobe.
“Where are we going?”
“We’ll know when we get there,” Willow answers. She doesn’t offer more than that. Everyone knows the old cliché: The journey is more important than the destination.
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on 2012-05-23 01:32 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2012-05-23 02:37 am (UTC)Major kudos for this one, hon. I'm in love.
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on 2012-05-23 03:15 am (UTC)Thank you.
Thank you so much.
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on 2012-05-24 01:12 am (UTC)HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
on 2012-05-24 06:45 am (UTC)HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Re: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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on 2012-07-31 01:32 am (UTC)I absolutely accept.
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