A/N: I own nothing, not Buffy, not Twilight, not even this story (any illusions of ownership that I have belong to my spouse).
A/N 2: I am not a fan of the Twilight stories. My personal feelings aside, I think the mythology and world that Twilight take place in is an interesting and creative place, and well worth exploring. Just not by the Twilight authors.
Years down the line, Xander knew that he would have done the same thing. All of the pain, suffering, and destruction he experienced and participated in because of the choice, and he would have made the same decision a hundred times over. Out of every possible reason, he knew he did it for love. Not that that helped him now.
After Tara’s murder, Willow was trying to end the world through some sort of magicy mojo that she had and some building on a cliff by the ocean. Details were not important, what was important was that his Willow was hurting and needed help. He had lost Jesse, there was no way he would lose Willow too. And if he could not save her, then at least he would be there with her at the end.
“Hey, black-eyed girl...Whatcha doin'?”
“Get out of here.” The black veins in her face pulsed with anger and despair. Xander reached out to ease her pain the only way he thought could get to her.
“ Oh no...You're not the only one with powers, you know. You may be a hopped up uber-witch, but this carpenter can dry-wall you into the next century.”
“I'm not joking, Xander. Get out of my way. Now.”
Xander was still alive, and to him that meant that his Willow was still there. Even as he flew back from the green blast that she threw at him, Xander had hope.
”You can't stop this.”
“Yeah, I get that. It's just - where else am I gonna go? You've been my best friend my whole life. World gonna end - where else would I want to be?”
“Is this the master plan? You're going to stop me by telling me ya love me?”
With that question, Xander knew what she needed, more than anything else, she needed to be loved. Tara was gone, the love of her life, her all. She had lost the hope that she could be loved again.
“Well, I was gonna walk you off a cliff and hand you an anvil, but it seemed kinda cartoony.”
“Still making jokes.”
“I'm not joking. I know you're in pain. I can't imagine the pain you're in. And I know you're about to do something apocalyptically evil and stupid and hey, still want to hang. You're Willow.”
“Don't call me that!” He knew she was close to breaking, he just needed to make sure she knew she was loved. He reached out to his memories, and came up with the time they were still so innocent.
“The first day of kindergarten you cried 'cause you broke the yellow crayon and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You've come pretty far, ending the world, not a terrific notion... but the thing is, yeah. I love you. I love crayon-breaky Willow and I love scary veiny Willow. So if I'm going out, it's here. If you wanna kill the world, well then start with me. I've earned that.” He had done everything he could. If this didn’t get through to her, the end of the world would really begin with him. And he was OK with that. Oddly, he was calm.
“You think I won't?”
“It doesn't matter. I'll still love you.”
“Shut up!” The sting on his skin was barely noticed as he concentrated on her.
“I love you.”
A small step forward, another stumble a foot more, and Xander was almost within arm’s reach of Willow. Her black eyes, starting to bleed back to her original color, stared at him, threatening tears. As Xander took one more step forward, he saw the last remnants of what he termed ‘Scary Veiny Willow’ gather together in her eyes, and shoot towards him in one great green burst, surrounding him in a glow that blocked everything but Willow from his view. Xander flew back so fast he expected to impact the temple behind him, only he didn’t. After a moment to clear his eyes, Xander discovered a few important details.
1. There were suddenly trees in Kingman’s Bluff, really big trees that would have taken centuries to grow.
2. Kingman’s Bluff was now 30 degrees colder.
3. He had never stopped moving backwards.
In fact, Xander realized that he had left the cliff behind and was going into a free-fall. Twisting around, he saw the ground rushing towards him, and Xander made peace with himself. If this was how Willow wanted to kill him, then so be it. At least it would be quiet when he was dead.