**Spoilers : Up to season 6 for BtVS
Season 5 for Supernatural
Things you need to know : Willow never left for England. Xander did stop her from ending the world but she decided to leave on her own to deal with her own issues.
disclaimer : I do not own the BtVS world nor Supernatural. This fic come only from my wicked imagination... mwahahaha
“Damn…stupid…piece of junk…sorry excuse for a car! Why does it always have to break in the middle of nowhere?!” Willow said, kicking the smoking old car smelling of old oil and melted rubber.
Everything had been fin until smoke started coming from the hood. Motor probably. Probably cheaper to leave it there on the side of the road than have it towed to civilization to have it fixed.
Willow sighed and leaned against the hot metal, working the kinks in her neck with her hands and left black smudge from whatever she touched in that old piece of junk. Luck had lose faith in her a couple of weeks ago, it seemed.
An old yellow car rolled slowly past here and stopped just in front of her own on the side of the road. [Looks like I won’t be walking to the nearest town, at least,] she thought. She opened her trunk and took out her suitcase and backpack, her only belongings since leaving Sunnydale, 3 weeks before, after that fiasco with… Willow closed her eyes and sighed. “Don’t think about it, Will,” she told herself.
She walked to the passenger side of the yellow car and passed her head where the window was down. “Hey, thank you for stopping. Think you could drive me to the nearest city?”
“Sure. Hop in.”
Willow opened the door and pushed her bags to the backseat before turning around and buckling her seatbelt. The driver put the old car into motion.
They drove in silence for about 20 minutes. The redhead took that time to examine her ‘rescuer’ from the old piece of junk stranded on a farmland road of Massachusetts. He was young, though looked older than her, maybe 4 or 5 years older. He was cute, handsome in a way. Not ruggedly male like the jocks you see on the beach, but he had a little something, with the brown hair a bit long, a little smile on the corner of his lips. [Kinda like Xander,] she thought.
But the most striking resemblance was the eyes. The look people have when they’ve seen too much. Like Xander have. Like Giles have. Like she did when she looked in a mirror. No longer innocent and certainly not ignorant. An old soul.
“Have we met?”
Willow jumped out of her reverie. “I’m sorry. What?”
Her driver looked at her, small smile playing on his lips. “I said Have we met? You’ve got that look on your face as if you’re trying to figure out where we’ve met before.”
Willow smiled a bit. “Nah. I don’t think we’ve met before or I would remember. I’ve got a good memory. You just look a lot like my best friend from my hometown.”
“Where is that?”
“Sunnydale, in California.” The she turned quiet. [SunnyHell is more like it. A hometown I might not ever see again…]. “I’m on a vacation, kind of. Just got out of a bad relationship and I had to get away for a couple of weeks, months even. I’ve been in Massachusetts for 2 days before you rescued me from the roadside.”
“Always a pleasure to know you’re not the only one with issues,” the driver muttered. Seeing the redhead’s strangely looking at him, he sighed. “Never mind me. I had to leave on a vacation too.”
“Maybe it was faith then, two kindred souls meeting for a much needed relaxation away from home,” she smirked. “I’m Willow, by the way, Willow Rosenberg.”
“Nice to meet you, Willow. I’m Sam, Sam Winchester.”
So? Not too bad, I hope. Please be indulgent... haven't written a fic in about 5 years.