So, yeah, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
belongs to me and I own the rights to all the characters and concepts I use in this story. That’s why I’m posting it for free, online, and live in a small dorm room. Seriously, no, this all belongs to Joss Whedon.
Willow woke up again a little while later, warily. As she did so, all hope that her previous experience had been a dream was quickly squashed by being in the same room, in the same bed, as she had been before. The television was on, C-SPAN still. Except it was muted. Either that, or Willow had just gone deaf.
Oh, no, she heard talking outside. Definitely muted.
Willow carefully tried not to think about her predicament as she cautiously sat up in the unfamiliar bed. The first thing she noticed was that Kenny was no longer with her. She was alone in the bed. Looking at the clock, Willow calculated that she’d been unconscious for about half an hour.
As she looked around the room, the next thing that actually came to her mind was that she was no longer naked. She was wearing a T-shirt of some sort and pajama pants. The T-shirt was inside out. It looked like she’d been dressed, for whatever reason, by that woman from before – Kenny? Part of her shivered that anyone besides Buffy or Oz or Tara had been so close to Willow’s helpless, naked body.
Now, she forced herself to look down at her ring finger, just to make sure. Yep. It was still there. A wedding ring. Willow was married, apparently. If everything was to be believed. But, but, it wasn’t even legal for gay people to get married! Was it?
Somehow, she was remaining calm. She wasn’t sure how. But the room – it felt like home. Honestly, that freaked her out more than a little. Why would this feel like home? She wasn’t in Sunnydale. She wasn’t at her own old house, or at the Summers house where she’d lived, basically, since Buffy had – died.
Why did she have to remember that now? Somehow, she felt so much more guilty now than she had before. How could she do that to her best friend? Tear her out of – she didn’t want to think about it.
Willow now tried to distract herself by listening to what was going on outside the door. They were speaking quietly, but not so quietly that Willow couldn’t hear them. But she couldn’t make out what they were saying. Before Willow could shift herself to try and eavesdrop, though, the door opened. Willow kept an eep from escaping her as the woman from before, along with another woman, somewhat older, came into the room.
“Willow? Are you alright?” asked Kenny.
“Yeah, I am – I’m okay. I think,” Willow said in response. She needed to find someone she knew. Buffy or Xander or Giles had to be contactable. Maybe, if she focused her magic –
“You know, you’ve never been able to lie to me, Will.”
Willow was unable to respond, really, to that statement. In fact, she just went silent. Whoever this girl was – could she really be married? Was she missing three years of her life? Had she been kidnapped? What had happened? Who were these people? She flinched away as Kenny touched her hand, pulling away from the strange woman.
But Willow could never mistake the look of hurt in her eyes for anything else. Either she’d lost time, or this was a really, really convincing spell. In which the other person was equally trapped.
“Willow,” the other woman started, “What’s the last thing you remember?”
What? How did they know she’d lost – oh, duh. She’d gone insane on a woman she was in bed with. Of course. It was obvious to anyone with half a brain that she’d had memory loss.
“Uh – uh, I was in bed. I was at home. In my bedroom. Alone.”
The two women exchanged glances. “Is that everything, Willow? Do you remember who I am?”
The woman, a short, brunette, maybe mid-40s, spoke with a pretty normal accent. But Willow didn’t recognize her.
“No, no, I’m sorry. I don’t. Not even-“
Willow trailed off, trying to place the other woman and failing. There was nothing. Not even a twinge of recognition.
“Alright, then. We’ll start there. I’m Anna Novak. I’m one of the witches in the local coven, we help you and the slayers out, sometimes.”
“Nice to meet you, Anna,” Willow said, trying to smile in a friendly way, but not quite succeeding. Then something from what she said hit her.
“Did you say slayers
? Did Faith get out of prison or something?”
At that moment, Anna’s face puzzled, as the other woman’s mouth dropped in shock.
“Willow-“ Kenny started, “do you remember me?”
“I don’t think-“ Anna tried to interrupt, but she grabbed Anna’s wrist, and continued,
“Answer me, Willow, do you remember me? Kennedy?”
Willow looked long and hard into Kenny – no, Kennedy
’s eyes, and resolutely shook her head negatively.
“N-no. Should I?”
Kennedy’s grip obviously strengthened, “Nothing? Come on Willow! There must be something!”
Willow tried to remember – she really did! – but there was nothing. Maybe a general positive feeling, but nothing – nothing solid. Not even the face was familiar. Nothing about the woman was familiar at all.
“No. I’m-I’m sorry, but-“
Willow was interrupted when Kennedy suddenly released the witch’s hand, jumping up and walking out of the room with a hard look on her face. Anna rubbed her wrist carefully, looking out after her, before turning back to Willow.
“Willow – do you, um, know what year it is?”
“Uh-“ Willow thought, “Well, I saw the presidential inauguration this morning. So I’m thinking – is it, is it 2005?”
“Willow, do you remember when it was last night, before you woke up this morning?”
“Yeah. It was November. Almost my birthday. Uh – in 2001. Did I- did I forget something?”
Willow was still in shock, not surprisingly. She knew she was in shock. She knew she was asking questions she knew the answers to, but, honestly, she couldn’t really connect it. Anna looked at Willow carefully, before finally saying something.
“Maybe I shouldn’t say this yet, try to relieve the shock. But, I can’t think of any easy way to break this to you-“
“Just do it!” Willow said, interrupting the warning from Anna.
Anna’s face was soft, apologetic as she capitulated to the resolve face, looking Willow in the eyes, “Willow, today is January 20th, 2009. Kennedy, in there, is your wife. And it just so happens that today is your anniversary.”
Well, at least she knew for sure, now.