Summary: BtVS/Landover. In Landover, the mists are the source of magic, but they have become increasingly unstable. When two crazy spells collide to bring the Scoobies to this volatile kingdom, the gang has no choice but to help fight Landover’s battles.
Author’s Note: In the Landover timeline, this story starts right before the events in Witches’ Brew
– no Rydall, no kidnapping, none of that. On the Sunnydale side, this is after Once More with Feeling, but instead of moving on to Willow’s bigger memory spell, events go into an alternate timeline where Willow manages her magicless week and Tara works with her to help control her powers. And that is the point where the plot picks up – Tara and Willow working on the control of magic. Oh, yes, and a warning – since Willow and Tara are still together, there is a little discussion of f/f slash. Obviously.
Also, there is a slight problem with names in this story. In Sunnydale we have Willow Rosenberg, and in Landover we have Willow Holiday. I’m going to try to keep the two of them in separate plot segments as much as possible, and when I can’t I will specify which one I’m talking about, but I just wanted to give fair warning. There are two Willows, and it will probably
Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer
characters, settings, and other situations belong to Whedon, and all Magic Kingdom of Landover
characters, settings, and other situations belong to Brooks. Also, the humanizing spell words come directly from the BuffyWorld transcript.Prologue
“You’re sure this is a good idea?”
“Absolutely,” Tara said to Buffy, with more confidence than she felt, as they watched Willow prepare for the spell. “The best way I know of to get Willow to control her magic is to let her practice controlling magic.”
“But wasn’t that why you made her do the week?” Buffy asked. “How does using magic let her control magic?”
“She can’t just not use magic anymore,” Tara said. “Willow is way too powerful for that now. It’s always going to be inside her, waiting to take her over Magic’s like that – it never lets you go. She’s got to learn to control it, so it can’t control her.”
“I can hear you, you know,” Willow said, standing up. “Don’t worry, Buffy. I trust Tara. She knows what she’s doing.”
“As long as you’re sure.” Buffy presented Willow with a cage containing Amy the rat. “Then go for it.”
“Right. One controlled spell coming right up.” Willow took Amy’s cage and released the Amy rat into the circle she’d drawn. She took a deep breath, grinned at Tara for luck, and began.
“Cio che fu non e piu. Cio che fu fatto disfa. Passato e il pericolo, finita e la prova. Metti le cosa a posto.”
And then, in a swirl of magical glitter, rat Amy became human Amy.
“It worked!” Willow cried, delighted. “The spell was all wrong, but then I felt it go right! It was just like you said, Tara!”
“Good.” Tara smiled warmly at Willow, then turned to Amy. “Hi, Amy. I’m Tara.”
“Um. Hi.” Amy was crouched on the ground, trying to cover herself with her hands. “Does anyone have some clothes I could borrow?”
“I’ll get right on that.” Buffy hurried upstairs.
“Hi, Amy! How’re you feeling?” Willow said.
“A little weird. Disoriented.” Amy shook her head slowly. “It feels like I was in that cage for weeks.”
Willow and Tara exchanged worried glances. “You mean… you can’t remember?” Willow asked cautiously.
“Not really,” Amy said. She frowned nervously. “It was a long time, wasn’t it? A month? Two? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m really glad you changed me back, but it’s weird to think that time’s passed without me. I’d like to know how much I missed. Do you think I can still graduate with the class?”
“Um… probably not,” Willow said gently. “You were in that cage a really long time, Amy. I’m really sorry. I just didn’t realize I could turn you back till Tara started helping me.”
Amy looked back and forth between Willow and Tara. “How long are we talking, here?” No one answered. “How long? Willow!”
“Three years,” Tara said softly. “I’m so sorry, Amy.”
Amy was silent. Then, just as Buffy came down the stairs with a pile of clothes, Amy fell into a dead faint.
“So…” Buffy looked from Amy to Willow, then to the clothes, “does she still need these?”