ILLYRIAN
03-29-2009, 02:08 PM
From BTVS season 7, episode Same Time, Same Place. All characters are the property of the copyright owners. I have used them for other people enjoyment (hopefully).
WILLOW'S DOORWAY
Willow walked up the stairs in the Summers house looking for Buffy, Dawn and Xander, as she walked down the stairs again she took a good look at the pictures on the wall. In the picture near the bottom of the stairs she looked at it closer, that a mark on the door, the colour of the wood? Willow smiled.
The spirit was waiting for them now, Willow knew that now the time was right for her and Buffy to enter in to the next realm. Willow only stopped on that step for a short while, she could feel the time was now, she asked the question.
“Where now?”
She could only guess how much would Dawn and Xander would freak out, seeing Buffy vanishing from them, would they think that she (Willow) had caused it? would they call Giles?
Buffy and Willow stood side by side in the long stone passage, each looking around.
Willow saw it was Buffy standing next to her.
“Hello Buffy, I see we got here at the same time. That was good.”
“Willow?” exclaimed Buffy.
They hugged each other, each happy to see a friend that they had missed.
“Where is here?” Buffy asked her.
”Do you know how you got here?” asked Willow, surveying the solid stone wall behind them.
“What is that painting of Buffy?”
They looked at the pictures on their side of the passage, when they saw the other one curiosity led them to look confused at each other.
“Why are they the same?” asked Buffy, “What is the next picture?”
Moving three steps along the passage they looked at that picture, Willow looked at the one on Buffy’s side.
“Is it the same again? no, you can’t see over the roof in these,” said Buffy, “What is the next one?”
Moving to that one, the roof was not in the picture. Willow held Buffy’s hand.
“I wonder, come on Buffy.”
Almost pulling Buffy with her, Willow moved quicker along the passage inspecting each picture then saying what couldn’t be seen. At the end of the passage the wall itself was the same as in the last picture, just the door itself. Just like the one in the Summers house.
“What are they here for?”
Willow gazed at the wall, suddenly turning to face the others pictures.
“What is it Will?”
“Do you know this? ’cos I know this.”
“Oh, I am being tested, trying to see if I am ready,” Buffy appeared puzzled, “Why?”
“It is a classic, those pictures, the stones walls, they are there for a reason. Buffy, when you started doing meditation you had to get yourself in the right frame of mind. Can you remember how you did it?“ asked Willow.
“Walking along a garden path,” said Buffy.
“Did the path have a stone wall?”
“Yes it did? why?”
“So that there was something else to concentrate on, you didn’t just look at the flowers.”
“You mean there is another reason for the stone wall?” asked Buffy.
“Looking at each the pictures takes the mind to a place where you only think of the door but by having the stones?”
“Right, by concentrating on each of them the conscious flows into them leaving the sub-conscious to see the stones blending into one taking you further into yourself allowing you to see the door as other than what it is,” said Buffy.
“So Buffy, do you know when a door is not a door?” asked Willow.
“What? when it isn’t what it is?”
“A door isn’t a door when it is a jar.”
“Like what? with peanut butter?” asked Buffy.
“You are being to literal Buffy, a door isn’t a door when it is ajar.”
“So what?”
“What can you do when the door is ajar?” asked Willow.
Buffy shrugged her shoulders.
“As the door is open, you can keep walking, do you understand now? do you know that the door is open?” asked Willow.
“Yes.”
“You were wrong earlier, you are not being tested. It is just a way of making sure you know what is to come, remember the dream? what Tara said to you?”
Willow held Buffy’s hand, then they both walked through the open door.
“Oh great here we are again, standing in a passage. Maybe we should go back,” said Buffy.
“How? there isn’t a door behind us, just blackness,” said Willow, “Any-way, we need to go toward that light.”
“I don’t like this.”
“It’s alright, ‘bout time though. All those times when you were there to help me. At last I am here to help you.”
Together they walked to wards the light, as they went further it slowly became brighter, until at last.
“This is you, you’re doing this Will, who are they?” asked Buffy.
“Hello boys,” said Willow, “I am back again.”
“We were told that you and she would be here,” said Pestilence.
“You know them? you have been here before haven’t you Will?”
“I have, I have always used another entry though haven’t I Pestilence?”
“Which way should we take?” asked Buffy.
“This one.”
He moved aside, allowing them to continue.
“I think I know them, don’t know where we are though.”
“That may be because you think of it as a passage, try thinking of it as a tunnel with a light at the end of it. When you meditate you go into the blackness so that you can enter another realm.”
“Like astral projection you mean?” asked Buffy.
“Not like, it is the same place. If you kept going you would see the light.”
“So who were those men on the horses, do I know them?”
“You’ve probably never met them before, but you have heard of them, you see people have been having what is now known as near death experiences, some of those people must have seen them as that is how stories of them were started. Ever heard about the bringers of death Buffy?”
“Sure, the four horsemen of the apocalypse,” said Buffy.
“Well, now you have met them. Thing is, what is said of them isn’t to far from the truth, they are only seen when death is near. Just a few more steps and you’d have been in the light, where you were before.”
“Now I remember, when I jumped off the tower, yes.”
“There is always light at the end of the tunnel Buffy,” said Willow.
“Thanks, so who do we need to see?” asked Buffy.
“What do you mean?”
“Who are we here to see?”
“You still don’t understand, this is so that you can learn about yourself, to know that there is always more help, even if you cannot see it. Come on Buffy lets go back and ask my friend who said which tunnel to take.”
Together again they walked along the path they had just trod, seeing the horseman.
“Who was it who told you, which way to tell us which way to go?” asked Buffy.
He looked at them, smiled to Willow.
“Is she ready?”
“Nearly.”
He smiled to Buffy, “Willow told me.”
“Even Giles didn’t know how right he was, he told it to you as well, about how I would be needed.”
“I remember that.”
“When we get back, I will remember this won’t I?” asked Buffy.
“No you won’t remember this, but you will know it. What you have seen here, just know that when all seems lost, trust yourself, trust in that facade of judgement, because there is always Faith. What you want may not be where you want to see it but help may be where it can see you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t know this was here but this knows of you.”
“What is coming, it is going to be bad isn’t it?”
“Yes Buffy but even now help has been sent, from across the dimensions,” said Willow.
They kept walking.
“Oh no, there is three tunnels which one should we take?”
“That depends where you want to go,” said Willow.
“Right now?, all I want to do is go home.”
“Where in the house do you want to go?”
“All three tunnels lead to my house? where?”
“You need to think about this, use your memory. See what is obvious then see what is not obvious.”
“Ok? where do I start?”
“How did you start this journey?”
“Right, hmm, I saw a picture just before I stood next to you. Oh right, the other pictures, but where do they lead.”
She looked to Willow for guidance but Willow only grinned.
“When is a door not a door? when it is ajar or maybe I should think outside the box, sorry the house. The pictures of the doors, they aren’t doors to this reality are they Willow, they are doors from this reality,” said Buffy.
“Come on.”
“Xander! it’s Willow,” shouted Dawn.
Xander rushed to the bottom of the stairs, he was about to go to hug her but Willow held her hand signalling to stay where he was.
A glimmer of light appeared coming from the picture it grew in size until it was Buffy, and she was standing next to Willow.
“Dawn, Xander, you would not believe who Willow knows, or what she knows.”
“One more thing Buffy, one day soon you will get something that has a sharp edge but do not look at it as only for cutting, it isn’t always for killing. Some times it can make more and of those more, it can make them better than they were,” said Willow.
THE END
WILLOW'S DOORWAY
Willow walked up the stairs in the Summers house looking for Buffy, Dawn and Xander, as she walked down the stairs again she took a good look at the pictures on the wall. In the picture near the bottom of the stairs she looked at it closer, that a mark on the door, the colour of the wood? Willow smiled.
The spirit was waiting for them now, Willow knew that now the time was right for her and Buffy to enter in to the next realm. Willow only stopped on that step for a short while, she could feel the time was now, she asked the question.
“Where now?”
She could only guess how much would Dawn and Xander would freak out, seeing Buffy vanishing from them, would they think that she (Willow) had caused it? would they call Giles?
Buffy and Willow stood side by side in the long stone passage, each looking around.
Willow saw it was Buffy standing next to her.
“Hello Buffy, I see we got here at the same time. That was good.”
“Willow?” exclaimed Buffy.
They hugged each other, each happy to see a friend that they had missed.
“Where is here?” Buffy asked her.
”Do you know how you got here?” asked Willow, surveying the solid stone wall behind them.
“What is that painting of Buffy?”
They looked at the pictures on their side of the passage, when they saw the other one curiosity led them to look confused at each other.
“Why are they the same?” asked Buffy, “What is the next picture?”
Moving three steps along the passage they looked at that picture, Willow looked at the one on Buffy’s side.
“Is it the same again? no, you can’t see over the roof in these,” said Buffy, “What is the next one?”
Moving to that one, the roof was not in the picture. Willow held Buffy’s hand.
“I wonder, come on Buffy.”
Almost pulling Buffy with her, Willow moved quicker along the passage inspecting each picture then saying what couldn’t be seen. At the end of the passage the wall itself was the same as in the last picture, just the door itself. Just like the one in the Summers house.
“What are they here for?”
Willow gazed at the wall, suddenly turning to face the others pictures.
“What is it Will?”
“Do you know this? ’cos I know this.”
“Oh, I am being tested, trying to see if I am ready,” Buffy appeared puzzled, “Why?”
“It is a classic, those pictures, the stones walls, they are there for a reason. Buffy, when you started doing meditation you had to get yourself in the right frame of mind. Can you remember how you did it?“ asked Willow.
“Walking along a garden path,” said Buffy.
“Did the path have a stone wall?”
“Yes it did? why?”
“So that there was something else to concentrate on, you didn’t just look at the flowers.”
“You mean there is another reason for the stone wall?” asked Buffy.
“Looking at each the pictures takes the mind to a place where you only think of the door but by having the stones?”
“Right, by concentrating on each of them the conscious flows into them leaving the sub-conscious to see the stones blending into one taking you further into yourself allowing you to see the door as other than what it is,” said Buffy.
“So Buffy, do you know when a door is not a door?” asked Willow.
“What? when it isn’t what it is?”
“A door isn’t a door when it is a jar.”
“Like what? with peanut butter?” asked Buffy.
“You are being to literal Buffy, a door isn’t a door when it is ajar.”
“So what?”
“What can you do when the door is ajar?” asked Willow.
Buffy shrugged her shoulders.
“As the door is open, you can keep walking, do you understand now? do you know that the door is open?” asked Willow.
“Yes.”
“You were wrong earlier, you are not being tested. It is just a way of making sure you know what is to come, remember the dream? what Tara said to you?”
Willow held Buffy’s hand, then they both walked through the open door.
“Oh great here we are again, standing in a passage. Maybe we should go back,” said Buffy.
“How? there isn’t a door behind us, just blackness,” said Willow, “Any-way, we need to go toward that light.”
“I don’t like this.”
“It’s alright, ‘bout time though. All those times when you were there to help me. At last I am here to help you.”
Together they walked to wards the light, as they went further it slowly became brighter, until at last.
“This is you, you’re doing this Will, who are they?” asked Buffy.
“Hello boys,” said Willow, “I am back again.”
“We were told that you and she would be here,” said Pestilence.
“You know them? you have been here before haven’t you Will?”
“I have, I have always used another entry though haven’t I Pestilence?”
“Which way should we take?” asked Buffy.
“This one.”
He moved aside, allowing them to continue.
“I think I know them, don’t know where we are though.”
“That may be because you think of it as a passage, try thinking of it as a tunnel with a light at the end of it. When you meditate you go into the blackness so that you can enter another realm.”
“Like astral projection you mean?” asked Buffy.
“Not like, it is the same place. If you kept going you would see the light.”
“So who were those men on the horses, do I know them?”
“You’ve probably never met them before, but you have heard of them, you see people have been having what is now known as near death experiences, some of those people must have seen them as that is how stories of them were started. Ever heard about the bringers of death Buffy?”
“Sure, the four horsemen of the apocalypse,” said Buffy.
“Well, now you have met them. Thing is, what is said of them isn’t to far from the truth, they are only seen when death is near. Just a few more steps and you’d have been in the light, where you were before.”
“Now I remember, when I jumped off the tower, yes.”
“There is always light at the end of the tunnel Buffy,” said Willow.
“Thanks, so who do we need to see?” asked Buffy.
“What do you mean?”
“Who are we here to see?”
“You still don’t understand, this is so that you can learn about yourself, to know that there is always more help, even if you cannot see it. Come on Buffy lets go back and ask my friend who said which tunnel to take.”
Together again they walked along the path they had just trod, seeing the horseman.
“Who was it who told you, which way to tell us which way to go?” asked Buffy.
He looked at them, smiled to Willow.
“Is she ready?”
“Nearly.”
He smiled to Buffy, “Willow told me.”
“Even Giles didn’t know how right he was, he told it to you as well, about how I would be needed.”
“I remember that.”
“When we get back, I will remember this won’t I?” asked Buffy.
“No you won’t remember this, but you will know it. What you have seen here, just know that when all seems lost, trust yourself, trust in that facade of judgement, because there is always Faith. What you want may not be where you want to see it but help may be where it can see you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t know this was here but this knows of you.”
“What is coming, it is going to be bad isn’t it?”
“Yes Buffy but even now help has been sent, from across the dimensions,” said Willow.
They kept walking.
“Oh no, there is three tunnels which one should we take?”
“That depends where you want to go,” said Willow.
“Right now?, all I want to do is go home.”
“Where in the house do you want to go?”
“All three tunnels lead to my house? where?”
“You need to think about this, use your memory. See what is obvious then see what is not obvious.”
“Ok? where do I start?”
“How did you start this journey?”
“Right, hmm, I saw a picture just before I stood next to you. Oh right, the other pictures, but where do they lead.”
She looked to Willow for guidance but Willow only grinned.
“When is a door not a door? when it is ajar or maybe I should think outside the box, sorry the house. The pictures of the doors, they aren’t doors to this reality are they Willow, they are doors from this reality,” said Buffy.
“Come on.”
“Xander! it’s Willow,” shouted Dawn.
Xander rushed to the bottom of the stairs, he was about to go to hug her but Willow held her hand signalling to stay where he was.
A glimmer of light appeared coming from the picture it grew in size until it was Buffy, and she was standing next to Willow.
“Dawn, Xander, you would not believe who Willow knows, or what she knows.”
“One more thing Buffy, one day soon you will get something that has a sharp edge but do not look at it as only for cutting, it isn’t always for killing. Some times it can make more and of those more, it can make them better than they were,” said Willow.
THE END