Where’s Willow
Author: Wormbait (wormbait@netspace.net.au)
Rating: 15
Spoilers: Follows on directly after Xander’s line “Where’s Willow?” near the end of ‘Halloween’.
Pairing: None.
Disclaimer: Joss and ME own Buffy. I make no profit from my writing, just personal pleasure.
Note: We all know Xander remembers soldier guy but what about Ghost Willow?
“Where’s Willow?” Asked Xander.
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Willow awoke somewhat groggily upon the porch where she had collapsed, still wrapped within her ghost costume.
“Thank god that’s over.” She told herself as she sat up, or at least tried to sit up. It was proving to be annoyingly difficult, as if the part of the sheet that lay beneath her had somehow been glued to the ground. Grumbling to herself she awkwardly slithered her way backwards out of the costume and stumbled to her feet, feeling a little dizzy as she stood up. Brushing the hair out of her eyes she looked down to see that apparently someone had crawled into the sheet with her, someone, she noticed as she gazed down towards the legs still sticking out of the bottom of the costume, that was wearing the exact same brown boots that buffy had dressed her in that afternoon.
Reaching out to the banister to steady herself as the realisation of what she was looking at started to register, she found herself passing right through it to land sprawled upon the garden.
“Ouchhh…..” She tapered off as she realised that the impact hadn’t actually hurt at all. “What the heck?” Scrambling back to her feet she once again reached for the banister only to have her hand pass through it again. “I’m still a ghost? Why am I still a ghost?” Her thoughts running a mile a second she climbed back up the stairs to where her body lay before looking down in even more confusion. Reaching out her arm she wasn’t surprised to meet no resistance with the wall of the house.
“OK, I can’t touch the banister or the wall so why am I able to stand on the ground? Or more importantly on the porch, which is part of the house, the house that I can’t touch?” She stuck out her leg and tried to place her foot upon the wall only for it to pass through just as her hand had. Crouching down she tentatively put her hands upon the ground and was somewhat relieved to feel the cold hard concrete beneath her fingers.
“Umm, OK, that’s just weird.” Moving back down the stairs she attempted to step onto one of the stepping stones that formed a path around to the side gate but her foot just sank right through it to land upon the ground beneath. “So only solid permanent floors and ground seem to still be, ummm…. solid floors and ground.” Wild theories began to run through her mind, but unfortunately she had no idea which ones may be relevant. Then her head snapped up and she ran back to her body as she realised something.
Kneeling down she tried to touch one of her real life fleshy legs and gave a soft whimper as she met no resistance. Then, squeezing her eyes shut, she reached a little higher. “Please, please, please.” She whispered as she let her hand slowly drop. A startled ‘yelp’ escaped as she suddenly felt the soft cloth of the sheet beneath her fingers, snapping her eyes open again she grabbed a double handful and wiped at the tears in her eyes with it, breathing a sigh of relief. A curious look crossed her face before she shook her head, amazed at how the opportunity for experimenting and learning could distract her from the most urgent and dire of situations. “Now is not the time to be wondering if that breath was real, focus Willow, focus.”
Taking another deep breath and stubbornly refusing to think about it, she began to tug the sheet out from under her body. Finally freeing it she gave another pitiful whimper and tears once more misted her eyes as she looked down on herself. She had always had very pale, almost translucent skin but now it just looked white, and kind of clammy. Wrapping a layer of the cloth around her fingers she gingerly felt at the neck for a pulse. Feeling no sign of life she fell backwards, pulling her legs to her chest and wrapping her arms around her knees she gave in to heart wrenching, wracking sobs.
“Oh God, I’m dead.”
The End
