Dislcaimer: I don't own Buffy or Willow or AB.
The three deities were in a car, driving from California to St. Louis. They were driving because they didn’t want to alert people they were coming. They had many reasons to do so. One, they were deities and if they arrived at the city in some sort of magical portal or such, every mystic and psychic wonder would feel it. That would be bad. The second reason is that they don’t want to draw attention to themselves magical or human. They were not afraid but things were so much easier when they were underestimated.
“Fenir, stop sticking your head out the car window.” Snapped Bast as she drove.
Fenir was in his wolf form, a miniature one of course, and was doing what most dogs would do. Stick his head out of the window and pant.
The Midgard Serpent rolled his eyes at his elder brothers antics and settled on contacting a few of his people. Since the road trip would take a week, someone has to watch over their charge.
The serpent closed his eyes, searching for his serpent kin, those descended from him and those of his kind. Sadly, there were so few of his kind left and their descendents blood has thinned out.
He searched and felt out for the presence of his ‘children’. He opened his eyes when his communiqué was done.
He slid up to the front seats. “I’m done.”
Bast smilied. “Good. After some time Ill let Fenir drive and I shall contact some old friends.”
“What about me?”
“You can’t drive yet. Why did you pick such a young appearance anyways?”
“Eh, less conspicuous.”
“PIff, who needs respect when we have the dolt here to be the focus of all the scorn?”
“Hey, I heard that!” Fenir yipped at them, his barks translating to words to the other two occupants.
Bast patted Fenrir with a spare hand. “Good doggy.”
Jormunda again rolled his eyes at the banter. Deities and powerful beings they may be but sometimes they act like totally idiots.
Willow was in the middle of a battle. The police wanted her to wait in a foster home before her parents come to pick her up and there were some problems with where she should go.
When it was discovered she had magic, the head police man became disgruntled and started glaring at her like she was a monster. That scared Willow. It reminded her of the time her mother tried to burn her and Amy on the stake. If it weren’t for Buffy and Xander and all of the scoobies, she would’ve died.
There was a lot of yelling. A lot.
Anita was yelling at Dolph trying to reason around his prejudice of witches and magic and the supernatural in general. Dolph was turning red and his veins were popping out.
Finally, the situation was resolved. The foster parents arrived and took Willow away in a van. They seemed nice, they smiled and hugged her and said very nice things. It seemed too good to be true.
Willow waited for the other shoe to drop, hoping beyond hope that the shoe would never come.
Uhhh...sorry about...not updating?