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Long the Bridges Falling Down

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This story is No. 1 in the series "The Cradle Will Fall". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: After battling a demon Faith and Willow are transported into another universe and end up over ten years younger!“Who are you?” he asked curiously.

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Anita Blake > Willow-Centered(Past Donor)lckybrFR181644,42432160119,04730 Jun 0627 Jul 06Yes

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR7

Who are You?

Thanks for reviewing and please keep it up. tell me what u think. Also i finally got a beta so thank you very very much KK, dont u think we deserve some reviews?

Ali

I dont own anything not the characters...not even my room so dont sue me!




Chapter One: Who are you?

Faith was chewing on her fingernails, hunched in the chair next to me she looked every part the scared child. Nathaniel-the almost naked guy-had given us both an oversized t shirt and socks that were sizes too big and dragged on the floor when we stood up. One of my socks was in my lap as Lillian wrapped my ankle. She was all gentle hands and soothing smiles whenever I made a pained sound. I’m not sure why but her compassion and tenderness made something in my chest ache. My Mom had never been so gentle with me…It was something I had come to terms with at a young age, I but I couldn’t help but be sad about it right this minute. She assumed the tears was from the pain and when she was done wrapping she gave my knee a tender pat and put my leg up on another chair. Nathaniel placed a bowl of ice cream in front of me then giving me a comforting smile.

Micah-curly haired green eyed man- was leaning against the cupboards staring at us with a cup of coffee in his hand. I think they wanted to ask questions but were currently waiting for Anita who had disappeared upstairs.

We needed to call Giles; this was so not of the good. Apart from the fact that we were children, why hadn’t my magic worked for me earlier? Shouldn’t it have worked?

“Why don’t you take these, “Lillian crushed up a pill mixing it with some water she handed it to me in a clear glass. Faith sat up eyeing it suspiciously. The elder women must have sensed my hesitancy because she gave us that patient smile again, ‘It’s just something to help with the pain.”

The Slayer took the glass from me before I could take a drink, with her eyes on the room she held it to her lips and inhaled. Satisfied she handed it back to me, I swallowed it in one go. She then pulled her ice cream closer to her and took a mouthful her eyes never straying from the people in the room. I ate it in tiny spoonful’s my stomach in all sorts of knots.

“Can we call our uncle Giles?” I asked suddenly, “He can come and get us I’m sure.”

Micah nodded, “Where does he live?”

“Not too far I’m sure, ‘ I guessed hesitantly, “On…Lincoln Avenue.’

All three looked confused at this, “Sunnydale.’ I tried. Again, no light of recognition. Swallowing I shared a glance with Faith; she had chocolate ice cream smeared on her face. It didn’t seem to bother her that we were knee deep in trouble and sinking fast.

“You don’t have to lie to us, we just want to help.” Micah stated soothingly. All the grownups were looking at us.

“We’re not lying,” Faith scoffed, “He lives in Sunnydale-California.”

I nodded, ‘He can come and get us real quick no problem-“

“Honey, California is a bit away.” Lillian said softly, “Why don’t we call him first?”

Resisting the urge to make up yet another explanation I dialed Giles’s phone number.

It rang four times before someone answered, “Giles?!”

“I’m sorry?”

I gave thumbs up to Faith who was looking eagerly at me; I clutched the phone to my mouth hunching in my seat a little.

“It’s Willow, something major weird happened and me and Faith are stuck somewhere only I can’t say now cause I don’t know and there are people here looking uber angry cause we just dropped
in and I-”

“Wait, wait-I think you have the wrong number honey.”

I think my heart may have stopped beating for a moment.

“Giles?”

“You have the wrong number honey I’m sorry.’

There was a noise on the end of the line that sounded suspiciously like a woman, “Hold on Carol, there is a child on the phone…” Somewhere in the background I heard the sound of a small child’s laugh.

This was wrong…all wrong.

I ended the call, cradling the phone in my lap. I must have looked as confused as I felt because Lillian was back at my side with a hand on my forehead.

“She feels shocky-maybe you should take them to the hospital. Someone is going to miss them.”

“Wrong number?” Faith tried, she slipped her chair and took the phone from my limp fingers.

“One more phone call…” I stuttered nervously, Xander didn’t answer his phone. The operating machine picked up the first ring to tell her it was disconnected.

I thought of our last option and called the summer’s house. Only it wasn’t them living there, it
Was someone named Abigail and she didn’t know who we were talking about.

Anita sat down in front of us, “We want to help you but you have to help us and stop lying about stuff.”

“But we weren’t lying, those are our names and we really did get left here,” Faith replied defensively. “We can go; I can take care of both of us.”

“What are you like four? I’m not letting you out alone!” Anita replied with a scoff, “We can call the Police and they’ll contact Social-”

“No!” we both exclaimed in unison, Faith had actually stood up but it didn’t help that she barely reached the top of the table.

They all shared looks, “Let’s start from the beginning then shall we?” Lillian said with a reassuring smile, she knelt down next to me.

“How old are you first?” she asked.

“Twe-” I stopped myself, “Five…I’m five.”

She looked over at the Slayer, “And you?”

“M’ Five too.”

I sat back in the straight back chair feeling numb I was five again Giles was gone, Xander was gone, Buffy was gone and I wasn’t a witch!

“What are your names?” Anita asked, I glanced into her chocolate eyes and then looked away again. She made me nervous. She hadn’t done anything to us, but I couldn’t help but just not want to be near her, I wasn’t sure why.

“We already told you…”

“Where do you live?” Micah asked leaning forward, I opened my mouth to answer and nothing came out.
Slowly my eyes started to water and I looked over at Faith to see her looking a bit worried, “We don’t have a home…” was my whispered reply.

“I want to go home.” Faith said weakly, I nodded.

“We’ll get you home, don’t worry.” Nathaniel tried to reassure us, but I shook my head.

“You can’t!”

“Why not?” Anita asked, and I sniffed.

“Cause it’s gone…”

***

Micah’s POV



I exited Nathaniel’s room which was for the moment housing Willow and Faith, the two had settled down after the last conversation we had and since we couldn’t very well throw them out, Nathaniel had suggested they stay here until morning.

Anita was dressed for bed, though she didn’t look very sleepy. Nathaniel had combed out his hair and braided it and was already dosing off to sleep.

“There is something off about them...” I said as I removed my shirt. Anita frowned at me.

“How so?”

Shrugging I sat on the bed and removed my jeans.

“I almost didn’t pick it up, but the dark haired one…Faith, when we first found them she was giving off this energy…like a shifter.”

Her eyes widened, “You think she’s a lycanthrope?”

“I don’t know, but it’s possible,” lying down I ran a hand over my tired face, “They say there Mother abandoned them, maybe their father turned her into one or was going to hurt her… It’s hard to believe but, it’s definitely a possibility. We can’t allow them to be put back in harm’s way, I think the best thing would be to talk to them, but we might have to involve the police eventually.” Sighing I shook my head this was a mess, “Willow…she’s another story…her scent changes. When she came in she smelled like jasmine and sage…But when she was on the phone the more distressed she got the more she smelled like fresh turned earth.

And how is it that they have no idea how they ended up here?”

Anita sat down on the edge of the bed, “They don’t even act like any five year olds I’ve ever seen. Shouldn’t they have been panicking? ”She groaned and ran a hand through her tangled hair, “I’m tired why is it whenever it’s time for me to have a break something comes up and ruins it?”

She got up and stalked to the restroom closing the door behind her.

I fell backwards onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

"Maybe you're a pre natural pide piper!" I called out, I heard her grumble from inside the bathroom door.
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