15 Years in 1320 Words

by Freakey

Copyright © 2006

whatever_who_cares@msn.com

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to the wonderful genius Josh Whedon. No one receives compensation; this is merely because I love to write.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse: http://mysticmuse.net
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Feedback: Yes, please.
Spoilers: Post-Chosen.
Author's Notes: Based on Tim McGraw's 'Don't Take The Girl.' Don't hate me if you don't like the outcome, my story, my choice.
Pairing: Willow/Buffy

Ira Rosenberg was so proud that his eight-year old daughter, Willow, wanted to join him on his fishing trip. He loved to go fishing with his father when he was younger, it created a bond between them and he wanted a close bond with his daughter as well.

"Bye, mommy. Me and daddy are going fishing." The little redhead shouted as she ran through the door and hopped in the car.

"Bye, sweetheart." Ira chuckled and gave his wife a kiss before leaving the house. He stepped into his car and smiled warmly at his daughter. Willow cocked her head to the side and looked at him in confusion.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have a booger?" she instantly went to feel if there was something hanging from her nose, feeling nothing.

"No darling, I was just thinking that I'm a lucky man, having such a beautiful and clever daughter." He turned on the ignition and they were off to the lake.

Half an hour later they arrived at their private and secluded cottage at the lake and Willow jumped out of the car with her Hello-Kitty bag to the cottage. When she came back out she saw something or someone at the front gate.

"Daddy!" She yelled. Ira who was gathering everything from his trunk immediately went to his daughters' side to see what the problem was.

"What is it, honey?" he asked and looked in the direction Willow was staring. What he saw there was a surprise, to say the least. At his front gate was a little girl, holding a fishing pole, staring at them.

"Stay here, Willow." He said but Willow wouldn't have it, she was drawn to the girl and followed her father. She looked at the little girl with the pretty green eyes and dark brown hair. She noticed how dirty her clothes were and her knees were scraped.

"Hi there, what's your name?" Ira asked. The girl smiled at Willow and then looked at the older man.

"I'm Buffy Summers and I'm seven and a half years old. My daddy gave me this fishing pole and told me to go fishing and that he'd be right there after he went to pick up my mommy but he's still not here." She said, glad that someone was here to maybe help find her parents.

"How long have you been here, Buffy?" The man asked concerned.

"I don't know, my daddy took me here when school was over. We ate before we left the house but I'm really hungry now."

"Would you like to come with me and Willow to our cottage? We have sandwiches and lemonade if you'd like some? And after we patch up those knees of yours, we'll call your mom and dad. What do you say?" Ira suggested.

Buffy nodded and took the offered hand of Willow. They ran together to the cottage and Willow went into nurse-mode, cleaning the scrapes and even giving it a kiss. Ira frowned and took out his cell phone. He was really worried because Friday was the last day of school and today it was Sunday.

When he closed his cell phone, he was more than worried. Buffy's parents had died in a car crash leaving the girl homeless, since there were no relatives alive that were able to take care of a little girl. He walked in the cottage and smiled as he saw his daughter sharing everything with her new friend.

"Willow, could you come over here for a moment, please?" he asked the little redhead who followed him outside.

"Willow, this girl has no mommy and daddy left. We can't leave her behind. But she's going to have a new home, maybe far away from us." Ira said gently.

"No daddy! Take Jesse or Oz or Cordelia! You can take Xander too, but please daddy, don't take Buffy!" she threw herself into her fathers' arms and cried. Ira figured that it left one option.

Two girls were walking through Sunnydale, on their way to the movies, hands clasped and happy as hell. The blonde suddenly stopped walking which earned her a puzzled look from the redhead.

"You know, in all these years I've never really thanked your parents for adopting me." Buffy said. Willow smiled and gave her a kiss.

"Well, you should prepare a big speech to tell them right before we tell them about us. That way it won't seem that you're trying to spite them by making their only biological daughter gay." She grinned at the scowl she received from her girlfriend.

"Me making you gay? Who kissed who the first time? I remember a certain little redhead's lips attached to mine because my new blonde look made me irresistible." She smirked at the blush that crept his way down Willows cheeks and started walking again.

When the movie ended the two lovebirds came out of the theatre talking about the movie when a man with a gun grabbed Buffy and held the gun to her head.

"If you do what I tell you, there won't be any harm." He said threatening. Willow started crying and went into her pockets.

"Here, take my money, take everything. Here are some credit cards and a golden necklace my grandmother gave me." She threw her entire wallet at him and quickly grabbed her keychain and took a key off of it "Here's the key to my car, it's parked a few blocks down, please mister, take all of it but don't take her." She pleaded with tears running from her eyes.

The mugger let Buffy go and picked up what had fallen on the ground and made a run for it while Willow held her girl, thanking the Gods that she wasn't harmed.

Buffy woke up in the middle of the night and tried to wake her lover but she wouldn't budge. She panicked when she felt her water break and pushed Willow almost out of the bed.

"Will, sweetie. Wake up, please." She groaned as another contraction hit her. "The baby's coming, now!" With that the redhead woke up and was ready to go in five minutes. She drove her wife to the hospital and was happy that there were nurses standing outside.

"She's been having contractions for about an hour." Willow said.

"Okay, is the father coming?" a nurse asked as they wheeled Buffy into the hospital.

"Well, I'm actually the father, well not really but we had a sperm donor and we don't know who he really-really is so that kinda makes me the father because she's my wife." Willow babbled at top speed trying to get her head around the fact that they were about to have a baby.

"Okay fine, let's go. Put these on and the doctor will be right with you." The nurse threw some hospital gowns at the redhead who slipped them on in record time and took Buffy's hand in hers.

Six tiring and stressful hours later Willow got to cut the umbilical cord of her healthy boy. The nurses took the boy to clean him as Willow softly heard the last thing the blonde would say.

"Angel."

Willow was ushered out of the room as the doctor tried to revive the young woman. After twenty minutes the doctor came out and shook his head at Willow.

"I'm sorry, miss. She's lost too much blood." He said.

Willow shook her head and started crying. She hit her knees as she fell and cried out.

"Please, take every bit of me, take my heart. Let me take her place, I don't care. Take everything You ever gave me, but please don't take my girl!"

Late at night, the redhead can still be heard saying "I wish my dad never took me fishing when I was eight years old." before crying herself to sleep.

The End

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