Two Weeks by WillowX

Rating: NC-17
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Pairing: Willow/Buffy

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd...but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed ... but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
And it's not easy to be me

Excerpt of lyrics from "Superman"
By Five For Fighting

I stared aimlessly at the rain trickling down the glass window and marveled at it's simplicity. It's amazing the way something so small can have such a huge impact. Rain can be a gift ... or a curse. It cleanse the earth ... or destroy it. It can bring life ... or take away.

So many things in my life seem to be simple ... until they turn into a big hairy mess of complication that is. Sometimes I can't help but ask…Why me? Why did this happen to me? Why was I chosen? Out of all the girls in the world…they choose me! Me! I didn't ask for it. I would have definitely never asked for it. The pain…the sacrifice…but yet ... here it is. All mine. Yep…someone definitely read their tea leaves wrong.

"Hey!! Sweet Cheeks!!" Mitch's voice thundered breaking my train of thought. I shot him an angry glare. Next time he calls me sweet cheeks he's gonna meet the sharp end of Mr. Pointy.

"Are you spacing out again? You got tables to wait Blondie…get on it." He screamed in order to be heard over the constant noise of the Diner. It was that relentless noise that seemed to dull my senses. Sometimes when I lay in bed alone at night I could still hear it. The scratching of forks on plates, the sizzle of burgers on the grill, the hum of people chit chatting back and forth…it had numbed my brain…the unbearable noise in my head…and still that was a preferable alternative to the life I left behind.

"Anne!! Anne!! Table six has been waiting for twenty minutes." Mitch screamed annoyed and I snapped out of my trance once again. Another day another table another order…Why me? I took my order pad and made my way towards table six without taking my eyes off the floor. There was very little to look at in this dump.

"Buffy?" A soft sweet voice replied in return. I froze. The last time I heard that voice was in my dreams.

"Will?" I asked as my head jerked up to look. There she was…in the flesh. All of a sudden I was engulfed with everything that is Willow. Her skin was pale and soft, her hair was shorter now and a darker shade of red but still beautiful, and her smell…oh my god her smell…how didn't I recognize her scent the moment she walked in? It was captivating. But her eyes…they were different. They were full of pain and worry and regret. It pained me to see her eyes and it pained me to know that I inspired such feelings in her.

"You're ok!" I said in a happy awe but her face was stone cold. It was almost as if she wasn't happy to see me at all. "You're not supposed to be here." I stated bluntly reacting to her look.

"I could say the same for you ... Anne!" She countered pointedly in a sharp tone. She was angry.

"Dumb luck I guess. I just walked in because I was hungry and here you were." She said sourly and shifted her eyes away from mine. "Two weeks of searching in all the wrong places." She mumbled under her breath.

"How did you know to look for me here, in L.A. I mean?" I asked still surprised.

"I had a sneaking suspicion you had come here…I don't know why. I just knew. I checked everywhere for you…hospitals…police stations…homeless shelters…even morgues." She paused for a moment and quickly whipped a tear that had formed in her eye. "For Gods Sake Buffy…I was checking morgues for you." She whispered through gritted teeth.

"I will not leave!" She said as she slammed her hand on the table. The forks and knives that were laid out on the table vibrated loudly with the slam of her hand and people sitting nearby were beginning to gaze in our direction questioningly.

"Keep it down? Keep it down? Have you any idea how worried I've been? Have you any idea how worried Giles is? Or your mother?" She asked, each question burning a hole in my heart.

"Jeez Willow. You haven't seen me for a month. You should at least be happy." I responded a bit disgusted at her attitude.

"Happy? If I had found you three weeks ago in Sunnydale I would have been happy. If I had found you two weeks ago when I got here I would have been relieved. Now…I'm just angry. I'm angry Buffy. I'm angry at you!" She growled.

"Ok. I've heard about as much of this as I can take." I said and began to remove my apron. Mitch had been watching our exchange and was beginning to scream at me again. What he said I didn't hear…I just turned and walked away. I walked past a group of people entering the Diner and out into the cold rain I went.

"Where do you think you're going?" Willow screamed over the sound of the rain storm.

"Leave me alone Willow." I said into the air as I continued walking away from her.

"Is this what you do now…run when things get tough?" Her voice echoed from behind me.

"I can't do it. I can't be the Slayer anymore." I responded weakly. Just then I felt her grip my arm and turn me around harshly.

"Do you think that worrying about the Slayer is what's kept me up at nights? I'm not asking for the Slayer! I'm asking for Buffy! My best friend! All I've ever asked you to be is Buffy." She screamed angrily. Suddenly those words made me snap. All my frustrations exploded in one burst.

"THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE! Why is it so hard for you to understand? Kendra was right. This is not just a job. It's who I am. And I'm telling you I can't do that anymore. I CAN'T BE BUFFY!" I shouted in one long breath until I ran out of air and began crying. The sound of thunder above us was deafening but it was the sound of my cries that filled my head. I felt helpless. I was the almighty Slayer yet couldn't control my own destiny. Someone else chose my path and there was nothing I could about it.

I looked up in time to see Willow's face change from anger to concern. It dawned on her how hard it was for me to leave and just as she was about to say something I saw it…the shadow of someone behind her. It moved so quickly I didn't have a chance to react. Before I knew it Willow's body collapsed into my arms and standing behind her was a proud vamp holding a bat stained with blood…Willow's blood. I looked down into my arms and noticed the bloody mark on the back of her head.

"What have you done?" I growled at the vampire. He took the bat to his mouth in response and slowly licked the blood stained edge…savoring its taste ... wetting his appetite for more.

The rain was blinding…the sound of thunder was earsplitting…her body was heavy in my arms…and the rage in my heart grew.

I set her down and stood slowly. The hate inside me growing in leaps and bounds. I could feel pure fury pumping through my veins. There was no time for a witty remark. No time for a sarcastic comment. No time for introductions. It was time to kill.

With a swift move I kicked the offending bat out of his hands and caught it in my own. The look of surprise on the vampire's face remained for a mere second and was replaced with a look of terror at the realization of who I was. I swung the bat with all my might and hit him in the stomach. He bent over in stunned agony and I swung it once more hitting him in the back. I hit him with the bloody side of the bat. The one he savored. I hit him again…harder this time…with the bat which bloody stains he indulged in. I hit him again until the blood on the bat was no longer Willow's ... I hit him until my arms hurt ... and just when I had no anger left in me, I snapped the bat in half over my knee and staked him. He exploded in a cloud of dust that quickly dissipated in the rain. His remains resting in a dirty street puddle that would be here today but gone tomorrow.

"Will!! Oh my God Will!" I cried as I ran towards her. She was trying to move but couldn't. In her struggle to get up she touched the back of her head. With one look of her bloody fingers her expression widened in shock.

"Oh Boy!" She mumbled as her eyes crossed and she fainted again in my arms. I checked her wound and it wasn't deep. With as much practice as I've had with "unconscious Giles" I should have recognized an "unconscious Willow". I cursed my stupidity and took her into my arms. Her body was light in my arms but the burden of carrying her was weighing heavy on my soul. Once again she was hurt in my presence.

I carried her the way a mother carries her child ... with love and concern. I carried her through the busiest yet loneliest streets in L.A., under a rain storm that would shame Noah. The City of Angels they call it…how ironic. I must have passed twenty people and not one noticed the lifeless body I carried. Not one noticed my blood stained uniform. Not one stopped to offer assistance. These were the people I was chosen to protect and there wasn't an angel among them.

Once home I set her down on my bed. She seemed lifeless and it made me angry. She was 16 years old. She should be full of life. Of joy. Of happiness. Instead she was full of anger and pain and regret.

I set a chair by the window and sat to wait for her to wake up. Again I found myself entranced by the heavy raindrops that were beating against the glass and that's when it hit me. I was like the rain. A blessing and curse ... salvation and destruction .... life and death ... all in one. The moment I realized it I felt empty. Like my heart had been hollowed out.

The streets were dark and the smell of death filled the air. I'd been searching for her for weeks. I was exhausted. My eyes were tired ... my brain was tired ... and my heart was tired. It was tired of worrying for her, of missing her, and of being alone. Why would she leave me like that?

In the distance I see the shadow of a man and a woman locked in an embrace. A pang of regret ran through my soul. If I had only told her what she meant to me. If I had only told her how I felt. Perhaps we would have shared such an embrace. Perhaps we would have had such love.

Suddenly the embrace I'd been admiring turned into a struggle. Light screams were heard followed by the thump of a body hitting the ground. I ran towards them as fast as could. The faster I ran the slower I seemed to move. Almost dream like.

By the time I arrived the man had disappeared but the woman's body remained. She was face down in the garbage. I checked the pulse on her neck and she was dead. When I retreated my fingers they were full of blood. The scene was all too familiar. Buffy and I had encounter such things time and time again in the streets of Sunnydale at night. A vampire victim. I turned her body slowly and felt as my heart chilled to ice at what I saw next.

She stared at me through her beautiful green eyes. The one's I longed to look at. She stared at me blankly. No feeling. No emotion. Empty. Lifeless. She was dead and I was too late.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed and sat up straight in bed. My breath was short and my body covered in sweat. This nightmare haunted me day in and day out. It was like a terrible demon that attacked only in my sleep.

"You're safe Willow." Her voice echoed through the darkness and then a light flicked on. I searched frantically for the source of that heavenly voice but the sudden brightness made it hard for me to see. I closed my eyes and focused using my other senses. The room smelled old and musty. Like dirty gym socks that were overlooked several washes in a row. I strained to hear the sound of her voice again but the only thing heard was the crashing sound of rain. It was like a grand waterfall.

"You got knocked out. Your head was hurt. Try to stay still if possible." She instructed in a monotonous tone. A small smile graced my face from relief at the sound of her voice. I found her.

"Tomorrow I'm putting you on the first bus back to Sunnydale." She continued emotionless. Suddenly my vision focused all at once. There she was, sitting a mere four or five feet away with her back turned to me, staring out a large dingy window. My half smile quickly vanished and the memory of the last two weeks came back in floods. Two weeks I looked for her. Two weeks I rehearsed in my head what I was going to say. Two weeks I memorized the lines and when I finally find her she dismisses me like a child. She ignores me. She runs away again.

"I don't want you here!" She stated forcefully with her back still turned to me. Those words sliced through me like a hot knife. My suspicions were true. She did leave because of me.

"I'm sorry." I whispered as the tears leaked out. "I'm so sorry Buffy. I'm so sorry I failed you. I tried restoring his soul. I really did. I knew killing him was going to destroy you. I knew it was more than you could handle. I tried so hard. But I failed you." I finished breathless but she sat still. Deaf to my pleas ... as if I'd never spoken.

"Please Buffy. You don't belong here. This place is ugly and ... and ... it smells like feet." I said exasperated. "We need you. Your friends need you. Your family needs you. The World needs you Buffy!!" I begged with my voice escalating. I was growing increasingly frustrated and she remained unstirred. Not a word, not a shrug, not even a look. As if I didn't exist.

"Damnit Buffy look at me!!" I screamed. The moment the words exited my mouth I regretted them. She stood from her chair knocking it down in a fury. When she turned too look at me her face was unrecognizable. She was angry and sad and hurt all at once.

"I can't bare to look at you." She whispered angrily as large tears ran down her face. It was then that I realized ... she wasn't angry at me... she was angry at herself.

Taking two steps forward she fell to her knees at the foot of the bed exploding in a ocean of tears. "I can't take it anymore Willow. I can't take the guilt. I can't take the pain. And I can't be your friend!" She bellowed. I was dumbfound. What in the furry hell what she talking about?

"This!! This is what I'm talking about!!" She urged as she pulled on her bloodstained uniform. "How many times Will? How many times am I going to visit you in the hospital? How many times am I going to wash your blood out of my clothes? I SAW YOU!! I saw you that day. You were in a wheelchair. Your head was bandaged. You were hurt and it was my fault." I was speechless at her words. I couldn't believe what she was saying. All this time I thought she left because of Angel. I thought she left because I failed her.

"Death…it follows me around Will. I can't risk the people I love anymore. It's too much. I will NOT bury you." She whispered weakly.

My body was overwhelmed with emotion. I couldn't believe what I thought she had said. Images of our friendship began flashing in my minds eye. The hugs that lasted a few seconds to long…the smile that automatically adorned her face every time she saw me…and the familiar tightness that formed around my heart when she spoke. It was so obvious yet subtle at the same time.

I climbed out of the bed and crawled towards her hurriedly. My heart was breaking at the sound of her tears. Taking her face into my hands I lifted it until our eyes met. I looked into them anxiously. I needed assurance. I needed to know I wasn't dreaming this. I needed to know I wasn't misunderstanding her. I needed to know this was real ... and that's when I noticed…she was looking for the same thing.

"I love you Buffy. I love you and I'd rather die today than live another day without you." I whispered softly. Without even thinking about it I pressed my lips against hers and felt as she let out a low whimper of relief ... as if she'd been waiting for my lips forever. Her arms desperately wrapped around me ... afraid I'd slip away from her.

Our kisses, which began as soft cautious kisses, quickly turned into all consuming desirous kisses. I wanted to devour her with my mouth. The feel of her lips. The softness of her tongue. The warmth of her breath. It was amazing. Her arms hugged my body firmly. Pulling me closer to her with each embrace. Fusing our bodies together with every passing moment. I was exploding with desire and my skin burned for her touch. I had no idea it was possible to want someone so much. She broke our kiss long enough to whisper in my ear.

"Can I make love to you?" She pleaded and I responded by pulling her into another spellbinding kiss. I felt as warm salty tears traced down her cheeks and mingled with our kiss. I loved her mouth. I love her kisses. And I loved her.

She stood suddenly cupping me into her arms ... carrying me towards her bed. "I can't believe you came looking for me." She whispered over my lips.

"I can't believe you'd think I wouldn't." I responded before my lips were conquered by hers once again. She laid me on her bed softly and I felt as the pressure in my heart and between my legs increased. Leaning in she kissed my lips once more…relishing in the warm texture of my tongue and the sweet caresses of my mouth.

After long minutes luxuriating in each others kisses she stood slowly before me, her eyes fixed on mine, and steadily undressed removing the rain heavy uniform she'd been wearing. Her white cotton underwear had not escaped the rainstorm. They clung to her skin like an invisible shield, clearly exposing the hardness of her nipples and coarse curls of her sex.

She extended her hand out to me as an invitation to stand and quickly pulled me into her arms. I felt her nipples rub against my chest through the thin fabrics and my body erupted in goose bumps. Effortlessly she pulled the shirt I was wearing over my head, careful not to hurt my wound, and unzipped my skirt removing it smoothly. My heart was beating a mile a minute and she leaned in closely placing her ear over my heart.

"Shhh ... shhhh ... don't worry Will. Relax ... I won't do anything you don't want me to do." She whispered softly and kissed my chest. We hugged tenderly enjoying the feel of each other's near naked bodies. It was incredible. SHE was incredible.

In an instant she removed our bras and peeled off our panties. My sex was soaked in desire for her and the sight of that made her smile. Slowly she lead our bodies back to bed ... running her fingers over my sex softly as she whispered in my ear. I felt a chill run through the center of me. Oh God I belonged to her.

Once in bed I felt the soft crash of her skin on my nipples as she caressed them tenderly. Kissing and pulling and licking and sucking. The warmth of her mouth covered my hard nipple and the rest of her body covered my own. I loved the feel of her on top of me.

After long minutes of massaging my nipples with her tongue she sat up, straddling me on the bed. The hot wet essence of her sex was pressed against mine. She was just as wet as I was. My eyes hungrily took in the sight of her naked body above. Her breasts were full and luscious. Her nipples were hard and a dark color pink. I ran my hands up her curves and cupped her breasts. Squeezing softly. Enjoying the feel of her nipples against the palm of my hands. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and threw her head back ... slowly revealing her long sweet neck. I sat up quickly and kissed her throat. The action surprised her. She wasn't expecting it but she definitely enjoyed it. We pressed our naked bodies together. Rubbing and squeezing in all the right places. We seemed to move in unison as if completely attuned to each other.

"I love you." She whispered in my ear and I thought my heart could bare no more. She eased my body back on the bed ... caressing my bare naked skin with her hands. They were everywhere and nowhere at once.

Slowly she spread my knees apart with her hands ... softly stroking the inside of my thighs with her nails. My desire had increased ten fold and I felt as my sex throbbed ... my clit swollen and hard for her touch. She climbed unto my thigh and let her warm sex slide down leisurely. So hot. So slippery.

She slid down the length of my thigh until she reached my knee then began her slippery trek back ... easing her own thigh between my legs ... firmly pressing against my engorged clit. My body quivered in delight at the contact and she slowly began rocking her hips back and forth.

Our bodies pushed into each other slowly at first. Indulging in the waves of pleasure that erupted with each thrust. The speed climbing steadily with ever passing second. Her eyes were fixed on mine and her groans of desire served only to increase my own. Slow and steady thrusts quickly turned fast and hard. She was grinding her sex against me and I against her. Just when I felt I could no longer hold it. Just when I felt I would explode, her body stiffened in my arms as my sex burst in a wet wave of ecstasy. She thrust again and again and again riding the orgasm out with me, until finally she collapsed on top of me. Her heart beat pounding strong against my chest.

"I love you." She whispered once more as fresh tears streamed down her face. My heart was overflowing with feelings of love for her. She was everything I ever wanted and more.

She snuggled in next to me pulling my body close to hers. Her right arm tightly wrapped around my waist and her right leg thrown over the width of my thighs. I watched as she closed her eyes and seemed to drift off. For the first time in weeks I looked forward to a new day. To a new day with Buffy. I took a moment to memorize her face. I wanted every single curve committed to memory. I wanted the image of her asleep in my arms to last forever. Just then her eyes fluttered open slowly and she caught me looking at her in dark. She smiled softly as another happy tear trailed down her face.

"What is it beautiful? What are you thinking about?" I asked as I caressed her face with my hand.

"Why me?" Were the only words that escaped her lips. I looked at her steadily ... my mind was racing ... that question could mean so many things but I knew what she asking. I just knew.

"Because I love you." I responded. She breathed a sigh of relief and rested her head on my shoulder once more. I closed my eyes to appreciate the moment. Her heartbeat had once again returned to normal and it was the soft sounds of raindrops that eased my mind.

Two weeks I looked for her. Two weeks I worried. Two weeks I suffered in silence. But today....

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