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Some Kind of Home by rockangelz25
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Disclaimer: Standard. I think we all know the drill by now. They're Joss's. Not mine.

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A/N: I don't remember any mentions of the families of BtVS, AtS, and former BtVS and AtS characters during season seven, except for Buffy's. If it was mentioned..... Well..... Then this is slightly AU; it wasn't.

~~Willow~~

(Time: Shortly after "The Killer In Me")

Willow walked up the steps to her old house. She hadn't lived there for so long..... But the key still fit into the lock; her parents probably hadn't been home enough to change it. The entryway still looked about the same.... There was a new table in the next room....

"Hello?" Sheila Rosenburg walked out to greet her. "May I help you?"

"Mom?" asked Willow, checking to make sure there was no amnesia.

"Willow!" she exclaimed. A small smile swept over her face. "I haven't seen you for ages! How have you been?"

"Oh..... I've been fine," she responded, opting not to tell her mother, "Oh, I ripped my best friend out of heaven, battled an addiction worse than any drugs you've ever heard of, flayed a man alive for killing my girlfriend, tried to destroy the world, nearly died myself, and recently turned into said flayed man. You?"

"That's great, honey!" She beamed more, then turned to go into the next room.

"Mom, where's Dad?"

"Oh, he's at work. He'll be home soon," Sheila said vaguely. "If you don't mind, I need to finish this paper. It's extremely important."

"No, Mom, I need you to listen to me for a minute," said Willow, the old frustration almost starting to rise again.

"Of course, honey. I know that even though you've matured into an adult, you're still young and insecure enough to want my advice." Her mother tossed this opinion that she had probably picked out of a psychiatric magazine over her shoulder to Willow.

"You need to leave town," said Willow desperately.

"I need to what? You're speaking irrationally; maybe you should sit down. I'll make you some tea, and then you can think this all out--"

"No, Mom, listen. Do you remember anything strange about my senior year?" She was willing to resort to anything. She knew this was going to get worse, and despite the fact that they weren't great parents, she wasn't going to worry about them.

"No, nothing really. Why?"

"Look." Willow forced down all of her apprehensions, and held out her hand to a lamp, slowly floating it over to her mother.

"Willow, what're you--Willow, stop." Her mother's voice was firm.

"Mom, please, you need to see this. It's not safe for you." Willow nonetheless floated the lamp back to the table.

"Willow, I know that this is not the most nurturing of towns. I know that your father and I could have found a more stable environment to raise you in. However, where we live now is none of your concern. I suggest you leave," her mother said.

At that moment, the door behind them opened and closed.

"Hello, Willow," said Ira, slightly surprised.

"Dad," she said. She wasn't sure what to do at all anymore.

"I'm glad that you're here," he told her. "We're moving," he said to his wife and daughter at once.

Sheila's face was shocked. Willow's was extremely relieved.

"I've gotten a transfer to Boston, and we'll be moving out there before the week is out. Willow, you realize that you may do as you please. You're an adult."

"Ira, why--"

"A transfer. One with better pay, for that matter."

"I see." Sheila pursed her lips. "Then I'll start packing." She left the room, allowing her husband and daughter a chance to say anything they needed to.

"Willow," said Ira gently, "I know we haven't been around a lot--at all. And I know that strange things go on in this town. You are more than welcome to come with us. Nobody talks about it, but..... I believe that something big is going to happen. Not that I would tell your mother that, but I believe it."

"You're very not-wrong," Willow told him, smiling a little. At least one of her parents wasn't completely unobservant. "But I've got to stay here."

"I see." He nodded. "This is goodbye, then."

"It is," she agreed, then finally gave in to the urge to hug her father the way she hdd when she was five. "I love you," she whispered to him. "Good luck." She let go, and walked out of the Rosenburg's residence.

Now she had no ties to bind her anywhere but Buffy.




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