I own nothing. Buffy and Angel people belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy. I’m just playing. Don’t sue. The Stargate people belong to Gekko Productions, Double Secret Productions, MGM/UA, Showtime/Viacom..a hell of a lot of people, if you ask me! Rated:
Buffy to the end of season 6, Angel up until most of season three . For Stargate, everything up until The Last Stand (Mid Season 5) happened, then all shows ventures into an AU. Set one year after Grave. ~ * ~ * ~
"No," Angel roared. She wasn't ready, not as far as Angel was concerned. She was still hadn't recovered from the events that brought her here and, to be honest, he didn't think she was strong enough to handle whatever The Powers that Be wanted.
She was still consumed with grief over what she had done. She had been in LA for a year and it was only now that Willow was showing signs of her old self. The most frustrating part of it was that he had almost gotten through to her, convinced her that she didn't deserve a life of solitude and misery, but a life of love and happiness. Until the damn Powers That Be decided to send a vision to Cordelia for Willow. He didn't like this.
"Angel, I'll be fine,” Willow assured him.
He shook his head. She wouldn't be fine. The vision called for her to use magic, lots
of magic. He had to admit that Willow had more control over her magic now than she had in the past, but the amount of magic Cordelia had hinted at was too dangerous. Both Angel and Giles had trained Willow to control her power. The black magics she used to exact her revenge after Tara died were still inside her. They discovered that it would never really let go of her, regardless of how much she tried to let go of it. For the rest of her life the magics she had absorbed into her body would live inside of her, almost like her very own demon. Actually, that was probably a good analogy. Her power would forever tempt her, taunt her. Every day she would have to struggle to keep from losing herself to it. The only thing keeping it from destroying Willow was the small amulet she wore around her neck. It stopped her magic from becoming dangerous.
At times of extreme emotional distress her magic would leak out, but those times had become rare now that she lived in the hotel. Her home town held too much pain for her and, until she could control her emotions, she had to stay in LA. Although, it looked like The Powers now had other ideas for Willow.
“Cordelia, are you sure the vision was for Willow?" He knew it was, but he had to ask again.
The Seer nodded. "The witch she has to stop is in Colorado Springs so unless you can get there in an hour, it's for Willow.”
Angel swore. For Willow to get there in an hour she'd have to teleport or fly. There were too many dangers involved, it just wasn't right. The amount of magic she would have to dispel to teleport, let alone fight a witch, made Angel cringe in fear. Willow hardly used her magic any more, not even when she helped him on a case, so he had no idea how she would handle using it in a situation like the one in Cordy's vision. Willow did everything she could before she resorted to magic, and now they were asking her to let loose and use all the magic she had. What if the fight was so intense that she couldn't teleport back? Were the soldiers in Cordelia's vision going to just walk way from a witch of Willow's power? Hell no!
"Maybe it's Riley?” Willow offered, seeing the distress her friend was in. "They'll let me go. I mean, they know about those sorts of things.”
"Angel, man, just chill. Red knows what she's doing," Gunn gave the redhead an encouraging smile.
Fred nodded in agreement. “Willow’s strong, Angel. You and Mr Giles taught her so she has to be."
There was one bright side to this. Since Cordelia announced the vision, Willow had shown more life in her than she had all year. He just wished she wasn't fighting a witch. A witch was human, which meant all Willow could do was bind her powers. All Willow would
do was bind her powers. Willow would rather die than hurt another human, which was exactly what Angel was afraid of.
"Dad, she'll be fine,” Connor tried to assure his father. “She’s strong. She won't fail.”
He hoped they were right.
Cordelia clapped her hands together. "Angel, get over it. Willow's strong enough to face this history chick, so relax! You're making the rest of us nervous.”
"All right, but for the record, I'm still not happy about this.”
"Whatever," Cordelia dismissed him. "Now Willow, here's the crystal you wanted. I’ve done that meditation thingy so it should send you to the place in my vision.”
Willow took the crystal and placed it in her pocket.
"Remember what I said, The Powers only seemed worried about two people in the warehouse. A cute guy in glasses and a blonde woman with blue eyes”
Angel snorted. "Cute guy in glasses? That's your description?”
Cordelia silenced him with a glare. "The witch seems to have some sort of device on her hand. It makes a shield around her, which is why the soldiers can't kill her. Save the cute guy and the blonde, destroy the device, and bind the witch. Got it?”
"Got it.” Willow took a deep breath. “The witch is the one dressed in the Egyptian clothes? With flashy eyes?"
Cordelia nodded. “I didn’t get the name, but she has a little God complex too.”
Willow frowned. “God complex?”
“She thinks she’s one.
Angel pulled Willow into his arms. “Do exactly what I told you: Teleport in, save them, and teleport out. We don't know for sure if these people are connected to Riley and I don't think it's worth the risk finding out. "
"I'll be back before you know it,” she promised.
Angel watched with apprehension, as the red headed witch began the spell that would send her to the place he didn't want her to go. He had a bad feeling that they wouldn't get her back.
He prayed he was wrong.