A Midsummer's Nightmare
Title: A Midsummer’s Nightmare
Author: Carol (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Rating: PG13 Or FR15
Disclaimers: Willow and the world of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon and his ever faithful lackeys. The Discworld and all its inhabitants belong to Terry Pratchett.
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Discworld
Pairing: Possibly Willow/Spike (I'm revisiting the idea)
Summary: What do you do with un-invited guests? Willow is about to find out.
Spoilers: Up to Oz leaving on Buffy. Tara and Willow are just friends. For Discworld: “Lords and Ladies” and “Wee Free Men”
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend,
If you pardon, we will mend.”
A Midsummer Night’s Dream Act 5, Scene 1, lines 430-438
Willow was bursting with excitement. She was going to celebrate the summer’s solstice with Tara, her wiccan friend. It was so nice having someone else in the craft that understood the thrill of doing spells and being in touch with the Mother Goddess.
At the moment, Willow was following Tara into the depths of Breaker Woods. She had no worries since it was daylight. No sneaky vamps to snack on them while they were sightseeing.
Of course, they weren’t actually sightseeing. They were scouting locations for the perfect spot to celebrate Midsummer’s Eve. They were going to have theme-related snacks, a big bonfire, and sing “Greensleeves.”
It was just going to be her and Tara. Buffy wouldn’t be able to make it due to her regular patrolling duties. Willow figured Buffy would rather make with the Riley smoochies than hang out with her. Xander would rather stay home and watch television than commune with nature. Anya would rather convince Xander to have nookie than watch television. She mentally shrugged, ‘To each his own.’
Willow caught up with her shy blonde friend. “Is it much further, Tara?”
Tara smiled gently. “No, not much further. I think it’s the next clearing. There’s a hill there that would be perfect and no one will see us burning a bonfire from Sunnydale.”
They broke through the trees and just as Tara had said there was a hill but it wasn’t vacant.
For a moment, Willow thought they were in England. On the top of the hill was a circle of standing rocks very reminiscent of Stonehenge. She was in awe that this would be here.
Willow continued to gaze at the sight while she questioned Tara. “Wow, I never knew that there was a circle here. Of course, I’m usually too busy averting the annual apocalypse to do the tourist thing. Do you know how long it’s been here?”
At the silence of her companion, Willow turned to see what was wrong. “Tara? Why the shocked look on your face? You’ve been here before, right? This is what you wanted to show me, right?”
Tara’s mouth hung open in obvious shock. She shook away the feeling and turned her anxious eyes on Willow. “They weren’t here before. I’ve never seen them. I’ve been on this hill in the past and there wasn’t anything here but grass and flowers. This is bad.”
Willow looked back at the stones to further stare at them. She stepped closer and felt Tara place a restraining hand upon her arm.
“Willow, I don’t know if you should get any closer. This might be dangerous.”
Willow patted Tara’s hand. “I’m a Scooby and it’s my sacred duty to find out what’s going on and of course get kidnapped by the bad guys. I really don’t like that last part.”
Tara nervously chewed her bottom lip and refused to get closer to the strange rocks. Willow sighed and crept closer. When she was just a foot away from one of the taller rocks, she felt a tug on her ear lobes.
Her earrings flew through the air and smacked against the stone. Willow stood silent for a moment at the sight of her earrings clinging to the face of the stone. She stepped closer and attempted to pry them off. They were stuck fast.
“Wow, that’s so weird. I better go get Giles. This is wiggy and anything wigging on the Hellmouth means an apocalypse is coming.”
Willow turned around and quickly walked back to Tara. “Come on. I need to show this to Giles.”
Tara nodded gratefully. She wanted to be far away from this place. It made her skin crawl.
Unnoticed to the two departing witches was the rustling of the tall grass. A voice whispered from below.
“Wuz that the hag? Crivens!”