Title: Finding Willow
Disclaimer: Laurel K. Hamilton owns AB and Joss Whedon owns BtVS. Much thanks to them for letting us play in their worlds. I make no claims to their copyrighted material. It's all theirs. Only the new stuff is mine.
Notes: Xander’s portion of this story starts with the short: “A Place for Myself” http://www.tthfanfic.org/story.php?no=1395
These stories take place in the same world.
“But Wills, where will you go?” Pain was evident on the blonde’s face.
“I don’t know, Buffy. But I have to do this—for me. I’ve been working so hard for so long. I need some time to really find myself again.” Willow stared at her long-time friend and begged her to understand.
“Will you be gone long?” The Prime Slayer asked.
“I’ve already told you, I don’t know where I’m going or how long I’m going to be gone! Listen to me, Buffy. You have finally found a home with Angel after all these years. Los Angeles is his territory, and he even has legal status now! This isn’t where I belong anymore.
Please, try to understand. I spent seven years working at your side on the Hellmouth, and five years now working to help forge some stability in this new world we made. I’ve lost my parents, Oz, Tara, and even Xander! Most importantly, I think I’ve lost myself. Xander understood, I think that’s why he left…” Unnoticed tears fell from the redhead’s eyes at the mention of their long-missing friend.
“Xander…” Buffy’s eyes darkened when she thought of the endless hours they spent in search of him. She took a shuddery breath. “Willow, you have to promise me that you won’t be like him. You have to promise me that you’ll stay in touch. Please, Willow, please promise me!”
A sad smile graced the witch’s lips. “I promise that I’ll let you know whenever I decide to settle down. That’s the most I can offer.”
The Slayer grabbed her friend in a tight hug, and both women broke down. When the friends had stopped crying enough to talk again, Willow put her hand on Buffy’s heart. “You promise to keep me in here?” Buffy nodded, and the witch waved her hand around showing the rich expanse of rooms that the Master of Los Angeles and his wife lived in. “You’ve earned this, Buffy. This is your reward. I need to find mine.”
“I’m going to miss you so much, Wills…” Buffy started crying again.
“I know, Buffy, I know. I’ll miss you too. I’ve got to go now, though. The bus leaves in half an hour. Goodbye, my friend.” Willow turned and walked to the door. She gave one final look back and then departed into the night.