Destiny

Xander Magnet

Destiny Chapter 4/?
Shona Russell
Summary: at the start of Season 6, a sort of Bargaining gone wrong. One character discovers his true destiny, at a huge cost to the others.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing here - all characters and locations belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, I'm merely playing in a pretty big sand box.
Huge thanks to Gil (Bibble Gal) for her editing and suggestions (and for pointing out to me the perfect opportunity to mention one of the best episodes!)


“Tara?"

Xander squinted to see clearly against the blinding light. He could just about make out Willow stalking around the kitchen, and the comatose figure of Spike sprawled in the corner. But there was someone else there, just on the edge of vision. It certainly looked like Tara, Willow’s shy Wiccan girlfriend, but how could she be here? He’d seen her leave with her brother not two days ago.

" Xander, you have to listen to me. You have to stop Willow, she doesn’t know what she’s doing."
"You’re telling me?! She killed Anya! She grabbed her and held her down and drove a stake straight into her heart," Xander could feel the panic rising in his chest as he forced himself to remember. "And she laughed, Tara. How could she do that?"
"I know what she did, Xander. But you have to realise, that’s not Willow. You know she’d never do this. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this"
"That’s not Willow? You’re lying! It’s an easy answer to hide the fact that you don’t want to believe it to be her. You don’t want to face the thought that she’d capable of this kind of thing. Well let me tell you something, you might think you know her but if you can stand here and tell me that’s not her? You don’t know her at all. She might not know what she’s doing but it *is* her!" Xander paused, to gather his thoughts, then suddenly remembered.
"And what do you mean ‘like this’, how was it supposed to happen? *What* was supposed to happen?"

The Wicca couldn’t meet his eyes. He could see the glint of a tear reflecting the blinding light. She shook her head slowly then snapped her gaze up to meet his.
"Maybe you’re right Xander. Maybe I don’t know her as well as I thought, maybe it is her, but you have to move past that now. You have to know what’s happening" A note of resignation came into her voice but he didn’t want to hear it.

"Tell me what’s going on Tara. You’re in my head aren’t you? You said things weren’t meant to happen like this – how were they meant to happen? You have to tell me" He made as if to reach out to her, to grab her arms, but he was still restrained in whatever spell it was Willow had used on him.

"This is an important night. For all of us. Willow’s partly right when she talks about Destiny, it needs a helping hand but she doesn’t understand it" Tara moved towards him, somehow realising that he needed contact with something tangible right now. She brushed her fingers gently up his arm, never taking her eyes from his.

"Five years ago, you changed the future when you helped your friend. When Buffy drowned, she was meant to stay dead. But you brought her back. That was the turning point and from then on history has been trying to right itself. Things that were meant to happen, haven’t happened, and vice versa." Tara focused her thoughts, she could feel herself starting to ramble. "But none of that matters right now. All you have to know is that Willow has to be stopped. She cannot be allowed to finish what she is planning to do."

He pulled his arm away from her gentle touch. She was calming him down and right now he didn’t want to be calm.
"But how can I stop her? Whatever she’s planning to do, I’m useless – surely you’ve noticed that by now?"
"Don’t ever say that! You are anything but useless, you must know that! You have changed the world, and you must do it again. Willow cannot be allowed to resurrect Buffy, your friend is gone. Her job is done and she’s happy – nothing can change that. If Willow succeeds and brings something to life it won’t be the girl you knew. I don’t know what it will be. All I do know is that such a thing can’t be allowed to exist in this reality"

He shook his head as if to clear it, "What can I *do* though? She’s put some kind of whammy on me so I can’t even move!" A slight smile worked its way across Tara’s ethereal features.
"All she did was amplify your natural tendency for self-doubt. She made you believe that you couldn’t do anything to stop her and that belief materialised in this inability to move. But Xander, you can move, you don’t have to doubt yourself". She reached towards him again and smiled as he again pulled his arm away. "See? That’s the second time you’ve moved now. Believe in yourself, that’s the most important thing…" her voice seemed to fade gently until it became little more than a whisper in the air.

The blinding light in the kitchen began to fade and slowly Xander was able to make out the details again. Willow was still talking and she hadn’t even noticed his lack of attention. She probably wasn’t even talking to him really. It was probably more a case of having stuff to say and Xander being a conveniently restrained, unable to escape audience.

While his vision cleared he stayed perfectly still, he didn’t want to give the game away too soon, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a flicker of movement – Spike!

***

Tara left the Summers house, frustrated with herself and with Xander. He still wouldn’t listen to what she had to tell him and, as a result, she hadn’t told him all he needed to know…

But he’d been right. She hadn’t wanted to believe that Willow was capable of doing this. She had fooled herself into believing that Willow had been taken over completely by the forces involved but that wasn’t the case was it? Killing Anya had not been called for but Willow had done it. Tara couldn’t deny that now…but she also couldn’t let herself be distracted by it. Things were well under way and Xander was almost in the right frame of mind now, but not everything was in the right place and it was up to Tara to ensure that, when the time came, all would be ready.

Tara found herself outside the Bronze, listening to the applause as the visiting band finished another song. Nodding to the doorman, she made her way inside and began to work her way steadily through the crowd towards the side of the stage.

The band was going down well tonight, a mix of country rock and heart-wrenching ballads; this new song was one of the latter. The clear voice of the singer transporting the listener into the despair of unrequited love and loss. She stood transfixed until the song was ended and then, wiping a tear from her cheek, she joined in the applause as they left the stage. Catching the eye of the singer, Tara motioned for him to come over. He nodded and handed his guitar to his bandmates.

"Don’t you have roadies for that?" she asked, teasing slightly. He smiled back at her. "Maybe if we got paid a bit more often!"
He had a slight soft southern accent which he had obviously tried hard to eradicate but hadn’t quite succeeded.

"That was quite a closing number, I take it it was written from personal experience?"
"You mean ‘Darla’? Yeah, I guess you could say that, sometimes the only good things that come from a situation like that are the songs you can write about it… Anyway, that’s all ancient history now. I’d much rather get to know you…Ms…?"

Laughing she replied "It’s Tara, and you’re on the wrong track there I’m afraid. My girlfriend and I are happy together." She watched as he took in the information and was slightly pleased to see a flash of disappointment in his eyes. She continued "I do need to talk to you though. We need your help. What do you know about this town?"

His eyes flicked back and forth as if he was looking to see if anyone was listening to them "This town? I know it’s not the biggest in the state but it has more than it’s fair share of ways out – an airport, docks, bus and train terminals. I know the housing market isn’t exactly booming here and I know there are a lot of secrets – why? What kind of help do you need?" The suspicion in his voice was clear, but he had just confirmed that he did in fact know a good deal more than he was letting on.

"I think we should talk about this in private, don’t you?" Tara turned and walked slowly to the exit, not looking back to see if he was following.

He stood and watched her go. He was intrigued he couldn’t deny it. It was obvious to him that she was talking about the demonic element of this town, the ‘hellmouthiness’ of Sunnydale, and that was the problem. He’d spent most of his adult life entrenched in that and it had taken him a long time to get away from it. Did he really want to get dragged back in? And what side was she on anyway? He knew first hand that evil wasn’t all about ugly mucus-y demons, it definitely had an attractive side. The fact that she had known exactly who he was meant that she knew what he had been and that worried him.
‘Get a grip, man! There’s only one way you’ll find out!’ with that mental shake, Lindsey followed the mysterious Tara out of the club.

***

The flicker of movement came again as Spike finally stirred. Xander tried not to watch as the vampire re-awakened. He didn’t want Willow to notice anything. Watching the redheaded witch instead, he saw her slowly turn towards the corner of the kitchen where she had so effortlessly thrown Spike. Xander saw the surprise come over her face. She clearly hadn’t expected Spike to recover quite so quickly.

A blur of movement, too fast for Xander’s still dazzled eyes to follow, and Spike had launched himself at Willow.

The witch didn’t even move out of the way as he charged. Instead, she stood her ground and let him come. He even managed a wild swing at her which, had it landed, would doubtless have broken her neck where she stood. Instead of connecting however, the vampire’s fist stopped in mid-air as if stuck in tar, and Spike roared in pain as the non-violence chip in his head fired. Whatever else Willow may have become, she was still human, and as such Spike couldn’t hurt her.

Xander finally broke his paralysis and rushed to the stricken Spike’s side just as he heard the front door open. "Willow?" came an all too familiar and slightly perky voice, "Are you coming? The movie starts in a few minutes – are you sure it’s okay to go out this late on a school night?" Dawn! A wicked smile came across Willow’s face as she called out in a falsely cheerful voice,
"Just coming, Dawnie. Why don’t you head on out and I’ll catch up." The door slammed shut as Xander knelt next to the collapsed Spike. Willow stood between the pair and the front door and smiled an eerie smile "You always were easily distracted Xander. You don’t have to worry though, what I said about Destiny? I’m going to help Dawn embrace hers. You have to know there’s nothing you can do, destiny will out." With that she turned and walked away, before reaching the kitchen door she began to fade and completely disappeared…


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