I read over the spell in Willow's spell book. I sighed. Nothing in the book made sense to me, but of course, that's why *I* wasn't the witch.

"Do we have everything?" Willow asked softly.

I knew Willow was a good witch. She has a lot of power. However, after her "Will Be Done" spell, and I *accidentally* got chased around Sunnydale by demons of all sorts, I was still really nervous. I would have felt better if Giles was there. I looked up at her. "Are you sure it's a good idea to be doing spells without Giles?"

"Xander!" Willow whined. "I practice with Tara all the time! We do spells together, and they work. Just let me do this, please?"

I picked up the bottle of salt, shaking it. I wanted to be there with her, we hadn't spent any time with each other since graduation, but I was still apprehensive. "I don't see why you need me here," I grumbled.

Tears filled Willow's eyes. "Because," she said softly, "we haven't spent much time together, just you and I. You are my best friend, Xander, and I miss you. If you don't want to do the spell, then we won't do the stupid spell." She pushed her bowl of herbs away.

Oh, damn it. I made her cry. I hate making Willow cry. Her lip sticks out like a little girl's, and it does that quivering lip thing women are so good at doing. She looks at me with those big green doe eyes, filling with tears. I had to fix it. I couldn't let my Wills cry. I never could stand to see her cry. "Aww, Wills. . .no, it's ok. I want to do the spell with you. I just didn't understand, you know? Silly Xander? Remember me?" I grinned at her, trying to appease her.

She sniffed. "Yea, I remember. It's been too long, Xander."

My grin grew. "Much too long, Wills." I pulled her close, giving her a tight hug. "Ok, so this spell is supposed to do what?"

"We are going to look into the past. I figured we'd go see how we were back when we were kids, you know?"

I smiled softly at the memory. "Me, you, and Jesse." Other than going home at night, I really had a great childhood, with Willow and Jesse. I hadn't thought much about those times lately. Of course, with Anya, I haven't thought about anything, other than how the hell I'm going to give her the next orgasm. I think I love her, I really do, but god. There are only so many orgasms one can give.

"Yea," Willow grinned. "Still want to?"

"I think it would be great," I said. I gathered some of the various magic items on the floor. "I'm ready."

"Let's do it," she said, picking up her spell book. She began to recite the Latin softly.

*-*-*-*

"My head is killing me, Wills."

I moaned softly, turning towards Xander's voice. My head was killing me too. What the hell had gone wrong this time? We were supposed to be able to see the past in the bowl of liquid. But then, as we leaned down to gaze into the bowl, there was a bright flash of light, and then darkness.

Xander complaining about his head woke me up. I sat up. "Damn, mine does too." I sighed. Yet another Willow mess up. I should just stop casting spells. I obviously can't do them right. However, right now was not the time for me to start getting depressed about my lack of Wicca powers.

I opened my eyes. We were in an alleyway somewhere. I frowned, seeing the street. The people walking by looked out of place, almost as if they were dressed in costumes from the turn of the century. The street was cobblestone. I gasped, seeing a horse drawn carriage go by.

I didn't have a very good feeling about this. "Oh, goddess, was that a horse drawn carriage?" I whispered. I could feel the tears filling my eyes.

"What?" Xander asked, sitting up. He looked around wildly. "Willow, where the hell are we?"

Oh my goddess, I had no clue. What the hell had I done? "I. . .I'm not sure. . .but I don't think we are in the year 2000 anymore!"

We both stood up, brushing our clothes off. For the first time in my entire life, I felt underdressed.

"Wills, I think you shot us a little too far back into the past." Fortunately, he didn't sound condescending or anything, just a little panicked.

I looked around wildly. "And I have no spell book!" How was I going to get us out of this? How was I going to get us back home?

Xander turned to me, eyes wide. "We. . .can't get back?" He looked scared. I hadn't seen him look scared like this in a long time.

"No, Xander, I can fix this. I promise I can. We just have to find. . .a spell book." There had to be a spell book somewhere. I really *had* to get us home.

"Willow!" he hissed. "We *obviously* aren't in our time. What if they don' t *like* witches in this time? Then what are we going to do?"

I hadn't thought about that. My mind raced, trying to figure out what we were going to do. How could I get us home? Suddenly, I remembered a movie Xander, Jesse, and I used to watch over and over again when we were kids. "Oh, Xander, you know in Back To The Future, where the Doc sends Marty McFly a message from the past? We can do that! Buffy and Giles can save us!"

Xander blinked at me, mild surprise on his face. "Ok, Willow, now, that was really farfetched. That sounded like something *I* would come up with. I'm rather surprised that you thought of it. Is. . .is it that bad? We are stuck here, aren't we?"

I grabbed Xander's hand, holding back tears. "I hope to Goddess not. Come on."

We stepped out onto the street. I took a deep cleansing breath, praying I could fix this.