WHO: Dawn Summers and Willow Rosenberg WHAT: Good!Willow is at long last found. WHERE: Another, astral-type, dimension. RATING: TBD STATUS: In Progress
The problem with other dimensions, Willow decided as she gazed at her surroundings, was that time really was irrelevant. What felt like a day here could easily be a week on the outside. Or, alternatively, what felt like an eternity here could easily be but a month or two. It had no meaning, and it moved very, very slowly when there was nothing to help pass it.'
"Yep," she announced to the swirly cloud of... whatever it was that she was studying. "Time is a real tricky one. Someone should give a good talking to it." With a decisive nod, she sighed and drew her legs back underneath her.
Her eyes slid closed and she began to meditate. Reaching out with her magic, searching for a gap in this place that would allow her to slip back to her own dimension. It was all she'd been doing, really, since being sent here in the first place. And yes, she was sent here, by her evil counterpart no less. Not too long after she'd managed to regain control and tried to help Dawn, in fact.
She tried not to think about the horrible things her evil self was probably doing right now. She tried not to think about how vulnerable her friends - not to mention the city of Los Angeles itself - was at the moment. She really, truly tried not to dwell on any of that and simply focus on getting back so she could make things right again.
Unfortunately, the more she tried to ignore it, the stronger the worry became. With a groan she flopped backward, the cushion of the fluffy cloud-like substance keeping her from hurting herself. Gazing up at the purple-tinted sky (that, she would admit, had taken some getting used to), the redhead sighed heavily. She had held out hope until recently that her friends would come for her, would realize something was wrong and would help find her so she could be not evil again.
Now, the more time that passed, the more Willow wondered if they even realized she was lost. Had every single one of them just assumed she'd turned evil and there was no getting her back? Hadn't they realized that, without a loss as significant as Tara had been, it had to be something mystical to blame? It was a bit hurtful to think that maybe Buffy and the others hadn't devoted their time to figuring it out and rescuing her. Although it hurt more to think that they just hadn't wanted to be bothered.
"Okay, Willow," she announced as she struggled back into a seated position. "Feeling sorry for yourself time is over. If they can't get to you, you need to get to them." And her eyes slid closed once more, this time hoping that maybe she would find something that could help. A link to one of them, a crack in the walls of reality in this strange world, something that would get her on the road of recovering the life that she'd had stolen from her.