(BtVS/Star Wars) Nightmares
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Notes: In anticipation of next week's release of 'Star Wars: The Force Unleashed II' I wrote a quick little one-shot. It's set in the same universe as my 'Apprenticeship' ficlet, but could be read as a stand-alone.
She's rushing up the slope of grass, her stride quick and determined despite the nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her to turn back. Finally, after what feels like hours, she reaches the top. A dark haired girl she feels she should know comes to a stop beside her huffing and puffing but Buffy ignores her.
She stares unbelieving at the once beautiful and pristine Kingman's Bluff. An ugly temple now rises up like a jagged scar upon the earth. Clumps of dirt and stone further mar the landscape as a dark figure sends streams of energy into the temple.
Buffy knows she should do something to stop this, that whatever this temple was intended for it wasn't goodwill for all, but all she can do is stand and stare. She's rooted to the spot and she doesn't know if it's magic or her own horror that's doing it.
This is something she never imagined she would see. Not in even her darkest and most secret of thoughts. Somewhere in that dark figure she just barely recognizes her best friend. A slick black has replaced Willow's once vibrant red hair, dark veins are seen clearly though unnaturally ivy skin, and twin pools of the deepest black cause her to shiver uncontrollably as she's briefly caught in their cold, dismissive glance.
Then suddenly there is a man standing between Willow and the temple with a sword of glowing red energy intercepting the magic and sending it to ground in the earth. He's tall, with dark hair wearing simple black pants and t-shirt and, like the girl at her side, Buffy feels she should know him but can't place a name.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity of struggle, the man grunts and forces the blade in an arc that sends the magic rebounding back to Willow. Her friend's expression fills with shock as the force of it knocks her back several feet and she falls to her knees gasping for the breath forcedly expelled from her lungs.
“Don't do this Willow,” the man pleads, the sorrow in his voice nearly bring tears to Buffy's eyes. “Don't make me do this Willow. It isn't–”
“Me,” Willow finishes mockingly as she catches her breath and rises to her feet. “You seen the dark and know this isn't what I really want. I'm better, stronger than this. Tara wouldn't want this. Is that what you were going to say, Xander?”
“Something like that.”
“Then save your breath,” Willow snarls. “And get out of my way.”
The man, Xander apparently, just shakes his head resignedly, his calm expression betrayed only by the sadness in his eyes. Electricity starts to arc and crackle around the hand not holding the sword. “Last chance.”
Willow raises her hand, a green pool of magic gathering in her palm, and laughs. “Magic versus Force. I've been wondering which is stronger.”
With that she lets the magic flow from her and Xander reacts in the same instant by raising his hand and letting the lightning in his hand fly. The two forces clash with a resounding boom that Buffy is sure is shattering glass for miles around, and she and the dark haired girl are knocked from their feet.
For a moment the two opposing powers struggle for dominance before exploding in a blinding flash of light. From the brief display of power already shown a part of Buffy expects some sort of epic battle, but as the light fades she's met with a sight that chills her heart.
Xander is standing in front of Willow, the glowing red of his blade plunging through her chest. Willow's expression is one of disbelief as looks from the man before her to the blade. “It's you or the world, Willow,” the man said softly as the energy of his blade disappeared and Willow slumped bonelessly to the ground. He caught her first and slowly lowered her to the earth, tenderly brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I'm sorry.”
Buffy bolted upright in her bed, panting heavily as she wiped the sweat from her brow. If she hadn't know better she would have sworn that was a prophetic dream, but not like any she had ever had before. It must have been a run of the mill nightmare, and a strange one at that.
A strange dark haired girl she felt some sort of connection and protective instinct with? Willow going to the dark side and trying to destroy the world? A handsome man wielding a lightsaber?
One thing was for sure, she was never letting Jesse pick the snacks for movie night again.