No Place That Far
Author: Mary Ellis
E-mail: chocolatewillow@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: As usual, Joss owns them. *sighs* Lyrics by Sara Evans/Tom Shapiro/Tony Martin. Who are not me.
Rating: PG-13, may go to NC-17 check individual parts.
Content: Willow goes farther than she ever thought she could. Or would. For love.
Couple: W/A, may have W/S and A/S/W in later parts.
Distribution: Soulmates, Nell, Karen, God, who else wants it?
Notes: I've re-written Becoming 2, sort of. Welcome back to the beginning, people. :)

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~Prologue~

*I can't imagine, any greater fear
Then waking up, without you here,
And though the sun, will still shine on,
My whole world, would all be gone,
But not for long,

If I had to run, if I had to crawl
If I had to swim a hundred rivers, just to climb a thousand walls,
Always know that I will find a way, to get to where you are,
There's no place that far

It wouldn't matter why we're apart,
Lonely minds or two stubborn hearts
Nothing short of God above
Could turn me away from your love
I need you that much

If I had to run, if I had to crawl
If I had to swim a hundred rivers, just to climb a thousand walls,
Always know that I will find a way, to get to where you are,
There's no place that far

If I had to run, if I had to crawl
If I had to swim a hundred rivers, just to climb a thousand walls,
Always know that I will find a way, to get to where you are,
There's no place that far

Baby there's no place that far*

)()()()()(

Exhausted to no end, Willow laid in her bed in the semi-private room, Oz sitting next to her, holding and worrying the skin on her hands.  Xander had
gotten him when she'd awakened from her nasty knock on the head, and together they'd just done the spell to restore Angel's soul for the second
time. Gently she touched her head. "Ow. My head...feels big. Is it big?" She whispered to Oz. He laughed softly.

"No, it's head size." he urged her to lay back down, the sitting up was making her dizzy and grateully she complied, closing her eyes and drifting into a blissful, healing sleep.

Xander turned away from the doorway, tears filling his eyes even at that small exchage between the couple. The night was screwed, and it was all his fault. Slowly he walked down the corridor, holding his broken arm close to his chest.

)()()()()(

*At the mansion*

"Tell me how to do that goddammed ritual old man," Angelus spat at the bleeding watcher before him. "But then again," he mused, a wicked smile on
his face. "Why don't you NOT tell me....cause I *really* wanna torture you. The last time I tortured someone, they didn't even *have* chainsaws."

"Go to hell," Giles spat, blood dribbling from his chin.
 

)()()()()()(

Time passed, the night moved on. The Slayer was stripped of everything she had, except for the most important thing. Herself. Willow's spell turned out all right, but it was slightly too late. Angel's soul was returned, but Acathla was opened and the Slayer sent him to hell, along with a chunk of
her heart. Distraught, she fled the scene and all the problems created that long weekend.

Dawn came, the sun rose in the east, and everyone was still alive. Giles was recovering nicely from his trauma, Xander had gotten his arm taken care of, and Willow was safely out of the hospital. Buffy was AWOL. Oz was his usual sardonic self, saying only one thing as the sun broke over Sunnydale High.

"But we know the world didn't end, 'cause...check it out."
 

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