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. Excerpts are taken from C-SPAN coverage, and I have no rights to them. Author’s Note: I know the spirit of the challenge is meant as a crossover, but this plot bunny grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. This is inspired by TTH challenge 1737 – “Waking Up to The Married Life”. Through Buffy season 7 and Angel season 5 is completely canon. Ideas will be taken from comics, but will not be a major part.
Willow drowsily opened her eyes to another day in the Summers house. Or, at least that’s what she expected. As she lazily opened her eyes, she found herself somewhere she totally didn’t recognize. Not at all. Not even a little. And, the arm around her was wrong. Did Tara come back last night and Willow didn’t hear her?
No. Willow was in bed with a brunette. Shorter than Tara. Pretty, Willow, guessed, but not as beautiful as Tara. Wait. She was in bed with a strange woman. What the heck?
She almost leapt from the bed in shock, but managed to just make it a quiet hurry. It paid off. The strange woman didn’t wake up, barely even stirring as Willow tried to take in the situation around her.
Okay, first, a clock on the bedside said it was a little after noon. Well, fine. Sleeping in was not the problem. The problem was she’d been kidnapped and she’d lost a lot of time and she was in a strange place and she was completely naked.
EEP! She was naked! So was the brunette in the bed! Oh crap. Oh crap oh crap oh crap. She’d cheated on Tara! How could she cheat on Tara? She wasn’t the cheating type! No no no. After ‘the fluke’ with Xander, she was clearly in the no-cheating camp. Ever ever. Even if Tara had – oh, God, Tara left her.
Had she gotten drunk and had a one night stand? That seemed to be the most reasonable answer. Even if she wasn’t really the type to do that, she’d done something similar after Oz left her. She quickly tried to connect to her magic, to check her bearings. But it didn’t work. Wait, no.
Holy crap! Where the heck had all that magic come from? Willow didn’t have even a tenth
of those in reserve. God, with this kind of power, she could really help Buffy. She could get Tara back. She could even – she probably even had the power to destroy the world, if she was inclined that way. Willow quickly smothered that thought. No way. Not a chance.
She quickly stopped checking the magic. She needed to find out what had happened to her, and fast. She pulled up a sheet, from the floor, around her – eep! – naked body. There was a window in the room. She went over to it, looking out and seeing something she’d never seen before. There were skyscrapers in sight. A bit of a distance away, but visible. But they didn’t look like Los Angeles. Or San Francisco. Or any of the cities where her parents had taken her on conferences, whenever they had actually bothered to take her.
But that was definitely an American flag in the window across the street. So she hadn’t gone insane and fled to Mexico. Good. Maybe they were just Los Angeles’ skyscrapers from a different viewpoint or something?
Willow walked carefully over the room, trying to figure out what day it was. How much time had she lost? Well, there was always the television, if it was connected. She turned it on, and it was on C-SPAN. Good. It was on C-SPAN. Well, whoever this woman was, assuming this was her house, she was a politics junkie too. Points to Willow for picking out a good – agh, she shouldn’t think about that. According to the television, it was 9:10 Pacific time. Wait – that meant a different time zone. The clock in here said noon. She couldn’t be in Los Angeles. “-over conflict and discord. On this day, we come to proclaim an end to petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas that for far too long have strangled our politics. We remain a young nation, but in the words of scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit, to choose our better history, to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation, that God given promise that all are equal, that all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness!”
The legend below the speaker made Willow’s jaw drop in awe and fear. Three years! She’d lost three whole years of her life! If this was the new President, that means there had to have been an election. And it was 2005, if he was being inaugurated!
All of this was starting to overwhelm Willow. She was trying to breathe. She was trying to calm down. But it wasn’t coming! Her stupid memory spell had made her lose three years of her life! And it had to be that because that’s the last thing she remembered! But her thought processes were now scrambled and she could not even discern her own lines of thought, when a voice came from behind her as she panicked.
“Willow, baby, what’s wrong?”
Willow stood up, flying around, losing the sheet around her as the discordant thoughts in her mind tried to rush out of her mouth all at once.
“Who are you? What is all this? Where am I? Was I kidnapped? Who are you? What is this?”
A confused and, almost – hurt – look came on the other woman’s face? “Willow? It’s me. Kennedy. Your wife.”
The other woman held up her left hand, which had, the only clothing the woman was wearing, a golden wedding band on the left ring finger. Willow, in shock, looked down to her own hand, where an identical wedding band graced the same finger. Willow, looked back up to the other woman – Kenny? – in shock.
The world disappeared into darkness as Willow Danielle Rosenberg fainted into the other woman’s unnaturally strong arms.