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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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“Okay, Willow, I’ve been looking all morning, and so far, nothing. I mean not that it’s nothing to you, because nightmares for months, definitely something, but I’m not finding anything mystical,” Dawn said over the crackling phone line.

“Oh, yeah, I guess I wasn’t really expecting much, I mean I appreciate your help and all, but I haven’t found anything either,” Willow replied, disappointed.

“Well, I did find one thing, I’m not sure if it will help though. It’s a spell, kinda like the one Buffy did before to see magic signatures, but this one is much more advanced. If there is anything mystical going on this should definitely give you the heads up. I’ve already scanned it, and am sending it to you now. I hope it helps,” Dawn told her, secretly thinking Willow was just suffering from past traumas.

“Thanks, Dawnie, I owe you one,” and with that Willow hung up the phone and went to check her computer for the spell, wanting to get on with it as soon as possible.

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nnednnedy came home from a long day of playing cops and robbers at the police academy, only to find a total mess of incense and blood colored sand spilled across the carpet. Obviously Willow had been doing spells in the living room again, and after she had promised not to! Kennedy gave a snort of disgust as she began picking up objects and placing them back on the table they had obviously been knocked off of. How many times did they have to have this discussion? Didn’t she know by now how hard it was to get things like ash, colored sand and various animal or demon parts out of white shag carpet? How could someone who was so anally compulsive about everything else, be so careless when casting?

After doing her best to clean up the mess, the dark slayer stalked into the other room to give her lover a piece of her mind. However, it took a few minutes to find the redhead, and when she did, all thoughts of telling her off soon vanished. She looked down on Willow, who was huddled in the shower, shaking and sobbing uncontrollably, as she rocked back and forth. The pair of them hadn’t really been close in a while, but Kennedy still felt a tightening in her chest at the look of horror and pain in Willow’s face. She didn’t know what had happened, but something was very, very wrong.

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“I’m telling you it was real, Giles. I did not imagine it! Spike is ALIVE!” Willow yelled into the phone, trying to convince her old friend.

“Willow, I believe that you think this is real, but even if it is true, you’re telling me he is in another dimension, and there is simply nothing we can do about it,” the new head of the Council tried to reason with her.

“There has to be something. Maybe Althea and the rest of the coven could help, if you could just talk to them? We could do a spell to bring him back. We have to try something; he saved us, all of us. We can’t just leave him there to suffer!”

“What you are talking abou far far too dangerous. You have already seen once what can happen when you mess with dimensions. Last time a dimensional portal was opened, it nearly ended the world, incase you have forgotten. Besides, based on your description, we have no idea where he is. All you know is that he is suffering, but he could be in any number of places. I know it is not a pleasant thought, but have you forgotten that Spike tortured and killed countless people during his time? Perhaps you’re just catching glimpses of him serving out his punishment for these crimes…”

“How can you say that?!” Willow asked, her voice becoming dangerously low with rage, “He saved us, and even before he got his soul back he was trying to change things, to be a better man, regardless of the demon within him. Doesn’t that count for anything?!”

“Of course it does, but it doesn’t change the fact that if he is still alive, he is in another dimension, and it is simply too dangerous to try and get him out. I’m sorry Willow, but I can’t help you, and I forbid you to attempt this on your own,” Giles said apologetically.

For a moment, she considered trying to convince him further, but she knew it was hopeless. Willow hung up the phone in defeat, not bothering to say goodbye. She didn’t know what to do without Giles’ help in the matter. It was true that during the attack on the Council by Jacob they had lost their main library, but the Council still had the largest archive of mystical texts in the western hemisphere. If there was a spell to bring Spike back, they would have it. Unfortunately Giles was a ‘no go’ on the subject. The redhead understood his concerns; in some respects he did have a point. But this was different than when Glory had used Dawn to open a portal, because she was trying for a hell dimension. Willow just wanted to find Spike.

The redhead slumped on the couch next to Kennedy, who sat quietly, rubbing small circles on her shoulders, trying to help her relax a bit. She didn’t know what else to do. She had already talked to Buffy, in hopes that she would help convince Giles to assist her, but the blonde slayer wanted no part of it. She also had already searched every magical option she knew, including talking to Althea and the others, but they had insisted that she go through Giles for help, not wanting to upset the balance of things. She had hoped Giles would see things her way and get them to change their minds, but no such luck. There was nothing left that she could do. And then the phone rang.

“Hello?” Willow asked morosely.

“Willow? This is Dawn. Don’t say anything, just listen. Giles will kill me if he finds out about this, but I knew he was going to tell you ‘no,’ and that’s just wrong after everything Spike did for us. Anyway, I found a spell that I think will work, but it is VERY dangerous, and you may not survive,” the young watcher-to-be whispered into the receiver.

“I don’t care, I have to try.”

“Okay then, as far as I know, this is the only copy of the text in existence. I wish I had time to explain, but Giles will be back soon. I’m sending it to you using the encryption code you gave me. Once you have it, you must destroy all the copies, understand?”

“Understood. Thanks, Dawnie, I owe you again.”

“Just bring him back alive, or well undead, and we’ll be even.”

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It was taking forever to decrypt the file that Dawnie had sent her, but once it was done, she could see why she wanted all the copies destroyed. The spell was extraordinarily dangerous. It essentially ripped a minute hole through space and time, thereby creating a portal for someone to travel through. Willow spent the better part of the next week preparing and gathering ingredients, some of which had to be sent away for because of their rarity. Soon, however, she was ready.

The key to the spell was two things really, one was the incantation, along with the proper mix of incense, etcetera, to open the portal itself, and the other was the markings that she would wear on her body to protect her on her journey to the other side. She was glad Kennedy had agreed to help her with this second part, because frankly there were just some places she couldn’t reach.

Willow had chosen an empty field outside of town to cast her spell, not wanting to create a portal to a possible hell dimension in the middle of her living room. It was a warm summer night, and she was trying hard not to feel self-conscious as she stood out in the open, completely naked. She kept running over things in her head as she felt Kennedy apply the last of the markion hon her back and bottom. When she was done, Willow kissed her tenderly. There was no longer any passion there, but she did still love her, in a way, and probably always would.

It was time to begin. Willow stood in the center of a large circle she had created with stones. Once she began the spell, she could feel the protective force of the circle holding the energies in, like a building of pressure, which was making her ears ring. The energy began to blow like a whirlwind around her, choking her, as she struggled to continue with the incantation. Her flesh felt like it was burning, the pressure now unbearable. She wasn’t going to make it, she couldn’t breathe, and was sure she was going to pass out as she whispered the final words.

With an earsplitting CRACK, the sky began to split open in front of her about four feet off the ground, as the pressure she had created with her spell tore the very fabric of space and time in a swirl of green. This was it, the point of no return. Willow took a few steps back, and ran toward the hole, diving into it, just as the opening closed behind her with a SNAP.

Kennedy watched the whole scene rigid with fear. Something inside her knew as she watched her lover dive into the hole leading who knows where, that she would never see her again. Chances were, she was already dead, but she hoped that she would make it to where she was going. If anyone was strong enough to survive, it was Willow.

After what seemed like an eternity of being thrown around, beaten and gasping for non-existent air, Willow was dumped out onto a concrete floor in an unknown room, hitting her head and knocking her out.

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Asher and Jean-Claude were lounging in the sumptuous master bedroom, playing chess and speaking rapidly in French, much to the annoyance of Jason who could barely understand a word they were saying, but was trying to content himself by reading the latest Jim Butcher novel. Suddenly, there was a loud CRACK, followed shortly by an equally loud SNAP, that startled all three men, making Asher accidentally knock over the chess board, spilling the pieces all over the floor.

All three of them rushed out of the room and down the hall toward the direction of the sound. After searching briefly, they came to the coffin room. Jean-Claude pushed open the door and switched on the light. There was an audible gasp from all of them as they looked down on the unconscious redhead lying naked on the floor.

“Mon dieu,” Asher exclaimed, “It has happened again!”

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