Together Again: Past Lives
by littlewiccan
Willow had been following the small ball of light down the winding ghost roads for what felt like days. The thought had crossed her mind that maybe this little light wasn’t Tara and maybe she wasn’t suppose to follow it, but she pushed that thought aside. Willow thoughts were interrupted when the light gently hit her in the head to get her attention.
“What?” Willow asked as she looked in front of her.
At first she didn’t see anything but when she squinted she could make out the outline of a rectangle. As she walked closer she realized it was a door; to where she didn’t know. The door wasn’t painted a forest green and it looked very old. It had a silver door knob, dulled from lack of shining over the years. The little light buzzed around her head growing more excited and then when she put her hand on the doorknob and began to turn it, the light just faded out of existence.
Despite that Willow continued to push open the door. When it was fully open all she could see was a blinding white light. Willow sighed as she walked though the door and into the light and worlds unknown.
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Willow found herself in the foyer of Buffy’s old house back in Sunnydale.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” Willow yelled, receiving no response.
She turned left and stood in front of the doors that lead to the living room. She could hear voices coming from inside. She could hear them laughing as she pushed open the double doors and slowly entered the room.
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“Hey, Willow,” Eve said in her southern belle accent.
She was sitting with a few other potentials, including Molly, Annabelle, and Chloe; all of them had been killed by the First. They were sitting on sleeping bags in their pajamas, talking and playing cards.
“What’s wrong; you look like you just saw a ghost,” Molly told her.
“I….where am I?” Willow asked, confused; suddenly all the potentials disappeared from the room leaving Willow standing with no trace that they had ever been there.
Then just as suddenly as they had left Chloe appeared but this time she was dead, her body was in the same position it had been the night the First had convinced her to hang herself. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and she said, “TTFN” and with that disappeared.
Willow staggered backwards in surprise and tripped over something causing her to fall on her butt. When she looked to see what she had tripped over she realized it was Tara’s dead body. She was even wearing the same blue sweater she was wearing the day Warren killed her.
“Oh god,” Willow cried, “I’m in hell.”
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Quickly she ran from the room and pushed open the door to the kitchen. When she walked in she found Joyce standing there, sipping a cup of coffee.
“Mrs. Summers?” Willow asked.
“Oh, hello Willow; have you come to pay you’re respects?” Joyce asked with a smile.
“My respects?” Willow asked and that’s when she noticed Buffy lying on the kitchen counter. She had a sheer white gauzy veil lying over her body, “Is she dead?”
“Who?” Joyce asked.
“Buffy?!” Willow said as she glanced at the counter again only to find it empty.
“She won’t live forever Willow. You can’t keep bringing her back,” Joyce replied and then suddenly her tone changed becoming warm and inviting as though nothing had happened, “Would you like some coffee dear; perhaps hot coco.”
“No, thanks. Where am I? Is this hell?”
“No, its well I’m not really sure what it’s called but no you’re not in hell. You’re too good to be there; too pure.”
“But I killed him,” Willow said. She was referring to Warren.
“And I killed Katrina but you don’t see me moping around crying about it all the time. God you are so pathetic,” Warren taunted. Joyce had disappeared and he was standing where she last stood, “You haven’t changed! You can’t! Deep down inside you’re still just geeky little Willow Rosenberg.”
That’s when Willow found herself standing in the front of a classroom. Her hair was long, once again and she was wearing the same dress, she had worn when she had first met Buffy.
Giles’s words echoed through the room, “In the end, we are all who we are no matter how much we may have appeared to have changed.”
Then Willow noticed the baby deer, standing just outside the classroom it was the same one she had killed to bring Buffy back she was sure of it. She walked outside into the hall. Her appearance had once again taken its usual form. The deer was walking peacefully down the hall, which was much different then Willow had expected. The hall she was standing in looked a lot like the hall she had walked down with Buffy and Xander on there way to the hellmouth. The deer turned left and when she tried to follow she found her self standing all alone she walked further down the hall only to turn around and see Caleb standing there.
“Hello there; did you miss me?” Caleb asks.
“Go Away!”
“Now is that anyway for a young lady to behave. Come now we’re all friends here.”
“You’re evil and you’re not my friend.”
“I see I’m evil, you’re good, so that means we’re completely different and couldn’t possibly have anything in common,” he smirks, “You’ve got a lot to learn about the nature of evil girly.”
“Really?” Willow responds, doubtfully.
“Yeah, you see, you and I, are more alike then you would think,” Willow raises her eyebrows in response to this. Suddenly Caleb is standing behind her and he whispers in her ear, “There a heroes in evil as well as good.”
As he said it he disappeared; when Willow looked around again she found she wasn’t standing in the hallway anymore instead she was in the old Sunnydale High library and sitting at the tables located in the center of the room was Cordelia, Wesley, Ms.Calender, and Anya.
“Hey Willow, you died too?” Cordy said as she turned around in her chair, holding a cup of coffee in her hand.
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