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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Marianne sat at the kitchen island, sipping a cup of tea and gazing evenly at Willow. Her long pale hair fell over one shoulder. Calmness seemed to flow from her, and Willow couldn’t help but be reminded of Althea. Her time with the coven in England had taught her the importance of patience, and she reminded herself that was what she needed now. She continued to sit in silence, waiting for the woman before her to respond to all she had been told. It was too easy for Willow to fall into senseless babble to fill the void, and three times she opened her mouth to speak, then remembered patience, and closed it again.

Anita sat on a nearby stool smiling. She recognized the look of frustration on Willow’s face, being a rather impatient woman herself. She had already learned that Marianne was not a woman who could be rushed.

The fourth time Willow opened her mouth, Marianne finally took pity on her and spoke. “This is all very interesting, what you’ve told me, different worlds, portals, and your vampire friend with his unusual abilities. I don’t know what, if anything, I can do to help you, but let’s start by discussing your powers. I want to be sure I understand you. When you say your magic is acting ‘wonky,’ this means what exactly?”

“I’m not sure,” Willow replied. “In some ways they seem much more powerful, if that’s even possible. The scary thing is that I can’t seem to control it completely. I mean, I don’t think I’m going to accidentally make anything go kablooey, or at least I hope not, but there’s all this stuff I’m feeling in my head, and my body, and I’m doing things that are so not me, I mean I like girls!”

Marianne shook her head, trying to make some sense of the babble that was just thrown at her, and then gave Anita a look telling her that she was being rude as she sat chuckling and holding her sides with mirth. It was clear she was enjoying the older woman’s dilemma and had no intention of rescuing her. “Okay, maybe I need to be more specific. To start with, what things are you doing that are abnormal?”

Willow blushed furiously and studied her hands in her lap. “Spike.”

“These things involve Spike?”

“What she means is she’s doing Spike,” Anita supplied.

“Oh,” Marianne replied, completely nonplussed. “And this is abnormal for you?”

“Yes it’s abnormal, he’s a vampire!” Then, realizing she had just put her foot in her mouth, Willow gave Anita an apologetic look and continued, “I mean…umm…on my world vamps are different, evil. When they die they lose their soul, and with it their free will. They don’t use willing donors, they just kill people.”

Anita shrugged, a bit insulted at Willow’s implication that she was abnormal for being with Jean-Claude. “A lot of vampires here are evil too. There are whole groups of them that wish their kind had never come out of the closet because it makes it harder for them to get away with murder. Besides, despite the name, Spike doesn’t seem that evil, so not all vampires on your world ca all all bad, right?”

“Well, Spike’s different because he got his soul back. Although, he was always kind of different…”

“Wait a minute,” Anita interrupted, rising quickly and moving to stand next to Willow to be sure of what she was hearing. “What do you mean he has a soul?”

“I thought you knew. I mentioned it to Jason, so I assumed he told Jean-Claude, like he did everything else, but maybe not. I guess he could have forgotten it.”

“I doubt that,” Anita muttered darkly, furious that Jean-Claude would failmentmention something so significant. He knew it had always been an issue with her, not knowing whether the man she loved had a soul, but if having a soul is what made Spike good, then maybe Jean-Claude also had one. She opened her mouth to discuss the issue further, but was cut off by Marianne clearing her throat, drawing their attention back to her.

“Maybe we can get back to this issue later. It sounds to me as if your sudden attraction to Spike is simply a result of the binding spell you used when you brought him back.”

Willow shook her head. “No, that’s what I thought too, but…it’s not just Spike.” Again she felt her face flushing, and wished Anita would leave the room. She so didn’t want her to hear all the details, but couldn’t really think of any way to get rid of her.

“I know this is hard for you,” Marianne said softly. “But you really have nothing to be embarrassed about. Tell us the rest.”

“There have been others, Asher for one. I didn’t sleep with them,” she added hastily, rising to her feet and pacing the room. “But I…I wanted to. I’m not sure how to explain it. It’s more than just random lust, which by itself would be weird, because hello, lesbian here.” Willow missed the look that passed between the other two people as she continued to rant. Willow felt her power rising along with her agitation, but still she didn’t stop. “The thing is, when I touched them, I could feel something, almost electric. Like it would be so easy to get inside them and take all of their pain and replace it with something good, I don’t know something…just something, and I wanted it. I wanted their pain, wanted to know that I was taking it away. You two don’t get it! It was all I could do to keep from tearing their clothes off and pouncing on them!” Her pitch had become increasingly frantic, as she turned wild eyes upon them.

Marianne rose, placing a hand lightly on Willow’s shoulder, and suddenly felt the younger woman’s power flowing through her. It caught her off guard for a moment, and before she knew it, she was standing very close to Willow, their lips pressed firmly together. Her heart was pounding in her ears, the sound almost deafening as Marianne parted her lips slightly and felt Willow’s power pour into her.

It lasted only a moment, and when it was done, both women collapsed to the floor. Anita immediately came around from the other side of the counter, her Firestar held in the two-handed shooting position pointing directly at Willow’s head. “Are you okay?” she asked over her shoulder to Marianne.

Laughing, the older woman sat up, and with a waving motion indicated for Anita to put her gun away. Anita lowered her hands, but kept the gun out. She knew from experience how powerful Marianne was, and it scared her to think that Willow had enough magic to affect her that strongly. However, her apprehension began to fade when the older woman got to her feet, still smiling and almost, glowing. She knew it was crazy, but Anita thought she almost looked younger.

“Here, Willow, let me help you up,” Marianne said, pulling the redhead to her feet, and sitting her back on her stool. “The bad news is you’ll probably feel a bit woozy for awhile, but the good news is I now know what is happening with your powers.” She sat back on her own stool as well, taking a quick peek down the front of her sundress and laughing again. “Do you know what happened just now?”

“Not really, no,” Willow answered.

“What were you thinking, feeling?”

“I…I’m not sure. It felt kind of like I was on fire, and the whole world was spinning around me with its magic,” she tried to explain through her confusion.

“And then?”

“Then you touched me, and it all became clear again. I knew, I knew I could help you, HAD to help you. And then the power just kinda left me and went into you.” Willow looked up at her then, tears filling her eyes. “What’s happening to me?”

Marianne smiled. “You healed me.” Then, noticing Anita’s look of concern as she hovered between the two women, gun still in hand, she added, “I have been sick for a long time. Anita already knew that I had an artificial valve in my heart back when we first met. What she didn’t know, until now, was that there were complications a little over a year ago. I got lucky, and was able to have a transplant, but a week ago the doctors told me that my body was rejecting it.”

“No, that’s not possible,” Anita said, shaking her head in disbelief. “I would have known if you had had a heart transplant. That’s not the kind of thing you can keep secret.”

“But I did. Remember when I went on that extended visit to a coven overseas? I was really in the hospital. Don’t be upset, Anita, I know how hard it is for you to cope with things beyond your control. I didn’t want you to overreact and shoot my doctor or something if I died on the operating t. Be. Besides, I’m better now, thanks to Willow. I can’t describe it, but her magic seemed to connect with mine and now the pain, the weakness is gone. I’ll have to see a doctor to be sure, but I feel confident that my body is no longer rejecting the transplant. In fact,” she pulled on the collar of her sundress so she could peek inside again, “the scar is even gone.”

Willow hadn’t spoken during this exchange, but simply sat quietly, trying to make sense of what she was hearing. Finally, she found her voice. “How?”

“I’m not totally sure. Based on what you’ve told me, I think all the magic of this world has given you new power. When you meditate, do you channel your power through the earth?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ve done so since you arrived here?”

“Everyday.”

Anita finally holstered her gun, and then placed her hands on her hips. “I still don’t understand what is happening.”

“It’s simple really. When you call on your power, it comes from somewhere within you and allows you control over the dead. But Willow here, like Raina, draws her power from life and the world around us.”

“So you’re saying she’s like Raina?” Anita asked coldly.

“Just her powers. Although, her magic is significantly stronger.”

“Wait, you’re saying I’m channeling energy from the world and can use it to heal?”

“That’s right.”

“Then why do I want to, you know, with these people?”

“I assume you mean sex?” Marianne asked. Willow nodded. “I’m not sure why exactly, but it seems to be a common factor with this type of magic. Maybe it’s because sex leads to creation, or it could simply be that somehow the magic triggers your hormones. Your guess is as good as mine. One thing I do know is that when you bottle this kind of energy for too long, it can lead to potentially dangerous consequences. Since it seems to be triggered by touch, you can try to control it by avoiding contact with people, but eventually you will bump into someone. I think it would be best if you practiced a bit to increase your control.”

“Practice how?”

“Find someone you are comfortable with, and practice letting go.”

“But what if it leads to, you know…”

“It probably will in the beginning.” Then, noticing her anguished expression added, “I know this may not be easy for you, but you can’t just hold it in. Talk with Anita; she can explain the dangers of repressing.”

Anita felt sorry for the girl. She knew all too well what she was going through. “You can come talk to me, anytime you need to,” she offered sincerely, then added, “But keep your hands off Jean-Claude.”

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