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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Willow knocked on the backdoor of the Circus and waited for someone to let her in. She was tired and confused; however, she couldn’t help but feel like everything that had happened had been worth it after seeing the look of total peace in Ric’s e’s eyes. Of course, she could have done without the part where they were discovered naked by an elderly couple out for an evening stroll, but still.

A moment later the door opened, and Jason poked his head out. Stepping aside so she could pass, he gave her a grin, but his eyes were serious. “You have leaves in your hair,” he said, quiing ing his pace down the giant steps to walk next to her. Willow was blushing furiously, but didn’t respond.

Jason put a hand out to stop her, and Willow flinched as if he had hit her the moment he made contact. But it was just his hand; there was no magic, no reaction. She wasn’t sure if this was because she was already totally spent or if maybe Jason just didn’t bring the reaction out in her, but whatever the reason, she was gral.
l.

Jason watched the small redhead cower away from him and felt anger well up within him. “What happened? What did he do to you?” he asked coldly.

“Who?”

“Richard. I can smell him all over you. Did he hurt you?” Jason gritted his teeth with grim determination. He may not have earned the right to challenge Richard, but if he had finally gone over the edge so far as to hurt Willow, he would do whatever it took to mhim him pay.

“It’s not what you think,” Willow said in a tired voice. “We, Ion’ton’t want to talk about it.”

The blonde man shook his head in frustration that she would bother covering for his pack leader. “Look, I know we’re not best friends or anything, but I like you, Willow. Richard has been, I don’t know, sick I guess, for a long time. You shouldn’t try to protect him. I KNOW you two were together.”

“Yes, okay, I admit it, we were together,” she said xaspxasperation. “But hen’t n’t force me. It was magical, and I don’t mean in the cheesy way, I mean actual magic, okay. I lost control of my new power, and things just kind of happened. Please, Jason, don’t tell anyone, not even Jean-Claude, please.”

He studied her for a moment. He didn’t know what she meant by her powers getting out of control, but he felt sure that she was telling the truth. “Well, if you don’t want anyone to know, you better head straight for the shower and get his smell off of you. I’ll go ahead and clear the way. If even one vamp or were catches a whiff, they’ll all know. Everyone here is such a terrible gossip.” He grinned at heain ain and gave her a light slap on the arm. “If you want to talk about it later, come find me.”

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Willow was just finishing up her shower when she heard Spike come into the bathroom. Her skin was pink from all the scrubbing, and she prayed that Richard’s scent was gone. She so couldn’t deal with a confrontation with Spike right now.

“You want some company in there, luv?”

“Umm, actually I’m almost done. I’ll be out in just a minute.”

When Willow finally came out, Spike was already in bed waiting for her. She sighed, turning off the bathroom light and climbing into bed. There was no point asking Jean-Claude for separate bedrooms. They had already been sharing this one for several nights, and besides it would only lead to a conflict with Spike and she wanted to avoid that if possible.

Willow knew what had happened earlier with Richard wasn’t her fault, not really, and the truth was she didn’t regret it, no matter how muchfreafreaked her out. However, when Spike moved up beside herssinssing her neck and running his hand across her stomach, pulling her T-shirt up with teasingly slow movements, she was suddenly overcome with guilt. Regardless of the real nature of their relationship, Spike obviously believed they were a couple. She had to tell him the truth, about everything. It just wasn’t fair to him. She pushed her shirt back down, and scooted away from him.

“What is it, pet? Is something wrong?” he asked with concern.

“Spike, I…we…” Willow looked at his worried frown, his hand stroking her hair in a comforting way, and she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t hurt him like this. “Nothing, I’m just tired. Do you mind if we just get some sleep?”

“Of course. I forgot you’ve had such a long day, kitten.”

Spike spooned up behind Willow, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder and wrapping his arm around her. Whatever the reason for their attraction, the redhead couldn’t help but feel comforted by him. He made her feel safe, and for that she was grateful.

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Willow felt as if she was floating. The darkness around her was overwhelming. Flailing her arms about, she tried desperately to feel something, anything, but there was nothing, just blackness. No, that wasn’t right. There was something, someone there with her. Opening her mouth, she tried to call out, but no sound escaped her lips. Panic flooded her mind and she knew that had there been sound she would have been screaming.

Suddenly the darkness around her began to take form and she was in a strange shaped room. Glancing around it seemed to be hexagonal with several windows looking out on nothing, just darkness. In front of her was a large bed with black silk sheets.

Willow could see a woman sleeping there, but could not make out her face. She did not want to get any closer to her, yet she continued to move in that direction. Her heart was hammering in her ears so loudly that she was sure the noise would wake the sleeper, but still she seemed to rest peacefully.

She was very close now. She could hear the sound of the woman’s breathing and again tried to will herself away from there, but her body was not hers to control. The moment she felt her thighs brush up against the bed, she knew it was too late. There was no escape, for any of them. The Mother of All Darkness awoke.

Willow never saw her face as she rolled over and opened her eyes. All she saw was death. It was like her mind was suddenly filled with the screams of millions dying. She clapped her hands over her ears and felt herself screaming too. She just kept screaming and screaming, and doubted she would ever be able to stop.

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“Willow! Willow! Wake up!!!” Spike shook the hysterical girl, trying to wake her from her nightmare, but she just kept on screaming.

Jason burst through the door a second before her eyes finally opened, her shrieks continuing for several minutes while the pair tried to calm her. Willow pushed away from them, her mind frantic, reality still not setting in. She tumbled from the bed, remembering the screams of the people dying, and vomited on the floor.

Both men moved to help her, but she waved them away, fear still overpowering rationale. Reality was slowly setting back in by the time Jean-Claude and Asher arrived to see what the upset was.

Asher stared at the girl sitting on the floor in a tight ball, rocking back and forth. “Mon dieu, she is bleeding.” The others looked and saw traces of blood starting to trickle from her nose and ears.

Jason went extremely pale. “Oh god, we’ve got to get her to the hospital.”

“We cannot go with you,” Jean-Claude said with concern. “The sun will be up very soon. You must go alone, and hurry. I will call Anita and have her meet you there.”

Jason went to lift the cowering redhead into his arms, but she shrieked and tried to move away from him in sheer terror. “I’ll take her,” Spike said, speaking soft words of comfort to her until he was finally able to pick her up.

“But, mon ami,” Jean-Claude said, “Even you cannot survive out in the sun.”

“I’ll be fine,” Spike replied tensely. “Jason, grab that blanket to cover me with and let’s go.”

To be continued…
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