Title:
Magic Makers
Author:
Brian/AlexEvans/bkwrm79@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own the shows or even (alas)
Isabel and Willow.
Setting: After the previous season of each show.
The beginning of the new school year.
Summary: Isabel goes to Sunnydale University and
meets her new roommate. Please give feedback. It helps,
and I want to write a sequel if people like this one. :)
Isabel smiled as she payed her tuition, cash. She was now
a university student. She turned to go find her dorm. She
turned as the attendant called her name. "Your room
mate is over there. The red-haired girl. Might as well
get acquainted, and she can help you get settled
in."
"Thanks." Isabel set off towards her target at
a swift, long-legged pace before she lost track of her.
The campus was a bit large and confusing to a small-town
girl.
***
Willow looked at the assignment slip in dismay. "I
was promised a single room."
"We don't have enough... seniors took them all.
You're with a first year student. A history major,
non-smoking... apparently a great student. You'll get
along fabulously."
"You don't understand. I can't room with anyone, it
isn't fair to either of us. I'm attracted to..."
Willow was interrupted from her frank declaration.
"Willow Rosenberg?"
"Yes. Willow, that's me." With an effort she
closed her mouth, prevented babble, staring at the tall,
voluptuous brunette. She didn't usually react that way to
anyone... male or female. And besides Tara she hadn't had
that many strong attractions to girls. Just to Buffy...
who she'd never told, and now it was too late. Willow had
pretended interest in attractive strangers only because
Tara was so cute when she got all jealous. With a start
she realized she'd missed something in her musings on
Buffy and Tara. Also that she was staring. "Sorry, I
was just thinking about someone. What was your name
again?"
"Isabel Evans."
"That's your room-mate," the clerk chimed in.
"You were explaining your problem..."
"No," Willow said slowly, not taking her eyes
off of Isabel but forcing herself to release the other
girl's hand. "No problem. I'm sure we'll get along
fine. I spend most of my time in the library
anyway."
***
Isabel wondered absently what the problem had been, but
had an awful lot on her mind. As, apparently, did her new
room mate. Isabel couldn't fault her for thinking of
someone and getting lost in the past for a moment.
"I have to put away my luggage, if you could help me
find our room..."
"Sure. Sure." Willow looked at the room number
again. "Right this way. You have everything?"
"I'm fine," Isabel assured her. "You know
your way around?"
"My third year here. Plus I grew up right here in
Sunnydale."
"Great. You can show me around, maybe."
Isabel's smile faded. "I don't want to impose
though, if you have plans"
"No! No plans. Well my best friend and his fiance
have plans and most of my other friends aren't around
any... right now. I'd love to show you around. There
really isn't very much to see."
Isabel caught the correction. Maybe she had more in
common with the vivacious red-head than she'd supposed.
"Thanks. I'm really hoping to keep busy."
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Michael looked up in annoyance as his door flew open and
Max stormed in. "Do you know what my parents just
told me? Isabel left for university today!"
"Good for her," Michael answered calmly.
Max slammed the table with his fist. "She can't do
this! I don't even know where she is! Do you know?"
"No Maxwell, after the way I acted last spring she
doesn't trust me anymore."
"This is dangerous for all of us. What if we need
her here? Or she needs help there?"
"Yeah, it is dangerous."
Max regarded his remaining Alien companion for a moment.
"Find her. She has to have told someone. I'll work
on my parents. You see if Maria or Liz knows." He
left without a good bye, letting the door slam shut.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Isabel was very glad to be at university. Here the
memories, if no less pressing, weren't as bitter and full
of regret. Here she was away from fighting with Max and
Michael over her right to run her own life, and away from
their bickering as well. Finally being on her own gave
her an amazing feeling of freedom. New and strange as
everything was, she was enjoying being at university. Her
room mate was more than willing to show her around and
help her adjust to university. Willow was fast becoming
the kind of friend Isabel had always wanted but had never
dared allow herself to have. They did stuff together,
normal human stuff. They didn't fight evil Aliens, didn't
spend all their time running from the law.
In the evenings, they sometimes watched TV together in
their dorm room, sometimes went to the Bronze to
socialize. If Isabel wasn't ready to let any guy get too
close so soon after losing Alex, Willow didn't seem very
interested in guys either. They danced just for the fun
of it, often together. Isabel didn't see anything strange
in this. It was just dancing. She'd done the same back in
Roswell.
Willow introduced Isabel to her best friend, Xander, and
his fiancee, Anya. Both seemed very nice, if a trifle
strange.
***
For Willow, the first weeks of school were wonderful and
dreadful. Mostly Wonderful, because her new room-mate was
as eager for friendship as she was. Neither of them spoke
of their losses, but they both seemed to understand the
other, and gave space when it was needed. Both wanted
more fun than they'd been having, and both were capable
of that without messing up school.
Slightly dreadful, because she hadn't told Isabel she was
attracted to her, and every day they spent living
together would make the inevitable revelation harder and
more awkward. Willow felt guilty, but she just had had to
get to know this girl. One look had decided her on that,
but every day made Isabel's beauty less and less
important. Isabel was smart. She liked the same music,
the same television shows, the same activities.
Not that Willow didn't steadily become more enamored of
Isabel's looks. It was impossible to avoid that as they
shared a room. Willow got to see Isabel wrapped in just a
towel after a shower, changing in the mornings if they
woke around the same time, lounging in her red silk
pajamas in the evenings. Willow could only fight the
lumps that caught in her throat and try to forget that
she knew how to cast a love spell. (Okay so they never
worked exactly as you wanted anyway, but the temptation
was enormous, the desire so wrong yet so powerful.)
Willow noticed that Isabel never mentioned a current
boyfriend, and if she'd had one in the past well so had
Willow. No matter how many times she told herself not to
allow herself to hope, she couldn't stop.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The first scare came near the beginning, the first time
Willow took Isabel to the Bronze. "This campus is
dead," Isabel complained. "It's as bad as
Roswell. I don't even have any work I can get ahead on to
use all this free time." She threw her politics
textbook across the room.
Willow started. She hadn't felt bored, pretending to read
her psychology text while actually sneaking peeks at
Isabel every other sentence. "Well... actually,
Sunnydale U isn't the liveliest university into the
country. I just came here because of my friends...
anyway, I know. Let's go visit the Bronze." She
stood up and grabbed Isabel's hand, tugging her to her
feet, anxious to get moving before she started getting
depressed by her own thoughts.
"Hey," Isabel protested, laughing. "Must
be a great place."
"Better than here, anyway. It's really the only
place to go in the whole town." Sometimes it, like
the campus and everywhere else in the vicinity of a
Hellmouth, got too exciting... but things had been quiet
lately. Which was good, now that Sunnydale lacked a
Slayer... proud as Willow was of her occult abilities
(another thing she'd kept from Isabel) she knew she
wasn't Buffy.
Xander and Anya were already at the Bronze, and came over
to greet Willow as she and Isabel entered.
"Hey!" Willow smiled at them. "This is my
new room-mate, Isabel. Isabel, this is Xander, my best
friend, and his fiancee Anya."
"Oh!" Anya exclaimed brightly.
"Room-mates? Are you two to.."
Xander, correctly interpreting the panic in Willow's
eyes, kissed Anya suddenly, cutting off her words.
"I had a sudden urge to do that," he explained
lamely.
"Let's leave," Anya suggested, losing interest
in Isabel.
Willow grinned at Isabel, guiding her away. "Aren't
they sweet?"
"Sweet?" That hadn't been her initial
impression, but she thought about the way they looked at
each other. "Yeah, they are."
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Willow returned to their dorm from a brief, uneventful
patrol to hear Isabel talking on the phone.
"Tell Max I love him."
Willow watched Isabel listening, heart beating fast.
"I know you wish I'd talk to him, but I can't right
now... we don't have anything to talk about. I really
can't explain." Pause. "Love you and dad."
Isabel seemed surprised to find Willow there. "You
were out late."
"I didn't mean to overhere.... is everything
alright? Who's Max?" Willow immediately wished she
hadn't asked. "Sorry I don't mean to pry."
"That's alright... just my brother." Isabel
scowled, thinking about him.
Willow rested her hand briefly on Isabel's shoulder in
apology and to offer support, then tried to hide her
relief as she went over to her side of room, making sure
Isabel wasn't looking before locking up her weapons
again. If she was looking all my secrets would be
impossible to keep, I shouldn't feel so disappointed she
never is. Willow turned back around. Isabel was still
sitting by the phone, but now she was looking in Willow's
direction. If she'd noticed the stakes she didn't comment
on them.
***
Isabel looked over at Willow putting something away. Her
eyes remained focused on the girl herself, not on what
she was doing, as she pondered Willow's strange behavior
lately, especially all the late-night walks. Isabel
wasn't afraid to walk at night, but she had special
advantages that kept her safe.
Then there were the candles. Lots of them. They seemed to
go with all the occult books that seemed to be Willow's
main hobby, but Isabel had seen them lit, and Willow
didn't seem to have any matches, or a lighter. Probably
Isabel had just never seen it.
But just maybe I've found someone like me. I can't say
anything... not yet, the evidence is too
circumstantial... but just maybe.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Willow looked up. "Hi Xander. Sit down and tell me
what brings you on campus." She waved to the other
side of the picnic table she was studying at, taking
advantage of the good weather. "Just wanted to see
how you're holding up." Xander looked at his friend
with concern. Buffy dying and Tara leaving had taken a
huge toll.
Willow sighed. "Xander, I'm fine... I keep busy with
school, I'm making new friends. I'll never stop missing
all of them, but you don't need to worry. I'm glad you're
here though."
"I won't either." Xander sat down. "So
what's up with your beautiful room-mate? She doesn't know
does she?"
Willow played dumb. "Of course not! She'd think I
was crazy if I tried to tell her about vampires and
stuff, especially since it's been weeks since I've seen
so much as a single fledgling."
"That's not what I meant. I don't mean to meddle in
your life, Willow, I just don't want to see yourself get
hurt, and I'll bet she's broken a lot of hearts."
Willow shook her head. "We're just friends. I should
never have let them put us in the same dorm room, but now
I don't know how to tell her that I like. I really like
her, Xander, she's every bit as smart as she is
beautiful, she has an attitude sometimes but it's never
aimed at me..." Willow sighed deeply.
Xander nodded sympathetically. "You don't want her
to find out from someone else, and a lot of people know.
You and Tara were a lot more discreet than, say, Buffy
and soldier-boy - "
"Or you and Anya."
" - but there are people on campus who know. Sooner
or later someone's going to mention it. So tell her how
you feel, and that you want to at least stay friends...
maybe she'll want to move out. Maybe she'll be fine with
it. It's the only way you'll ever know how she
feels. Listen to Xander now, I have a lot more experience
with girls than you do. Be careful with rebound crushes.
Don't let yourself get carried away."
"I am a girl," Willow pointed out, but
she couldn't reject her friends advice. "I'll think
about it. Now how's the planning going for the wedding?
You decide on a date yet?"
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Isabel had been trying not to overly rely on her powers,
to deal with others without knowing their dreams, but she
could no longer resist the urge to visit Willow's
subconscious. Despite being slightly out of practice the
connection came easily.
Willow studying, looking up to find Isabel looking at
her, Isabel leaning down and kissing her.
Isabel wasn't really that surprised. She'd found other
girls dreaming about her before. It didn't necessarily
mean that they felt the same way awake.
Willow approached Isabel, an Isabel wearing a red
dress. "You had something to tell me?"
Dream-Isabel looked sad. "I'm leaving you. Just
like Oz, and Tara."
"No!" Willow flung herself forward, wrapping
her arms around Isabel. "I can't lose you too."
"Then why didn't you ever tell me?"
Isabel blinked. This dream looked like more than lust.
And it looked like Willow hadn't had a much more
successful love life than her own. Isabel went to sleep,
woke towards morning still pondering, and decided to try
a third dreamwalk. Not that she'd learn anything. Nobody
dreamed about her all night. Only Alex had ever thought
about her that much, even when she'd dated Grant he'd
mostly dreamt about other things.
Isabel no sooner realized the figure next to Willow was
herself than it changed into a wolf and sprang. Isabel
sat up to see that Willow was awake too. "You can
turn on the light if you want... I'm awake too. Bad dream
huh?"
"Yeah... pretty bad, but I feel silly." She did
turn the light on though. "What did you dream
about?"
"A wolf," Isabel answered without thinking.
***
Visits the next few nights convinced Isabel beyond a
doubt. Her room-mate, her best friend in Sunnydale, had a
crush on her.
Isabel couldn't stop visiting her dreams.
Isabel didn't know what to do. Willow liked her, she knew
that. She was even pretty sure that she felt the same
way. But how could she bring it up without revealing how
she'd learned?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Their lives continued much as before. They went to
classes. Assisted each other with assignments. Isabel
tried to give Willow encouragement to speak, not even
thinking of taking the lead. They smiled at each other
more. Watching TV, Isabel joined Willow on the couch,
declaring it was softer and more comfortable, but really
so that they could sit, thighs pressed together. Willow
seemed happy about it, but still uncertain. It took a
break in routine to change things.
Isabel was unable to sleep. It was a Friday, Willow was
out even later than usual. Finally Isabel got dressed,
choosing black leather - for some reason she felt the
need to blend in with the night - and went to look for
her friend.
Willow continued her night-time vigils in memory of
Buffy, despite the quiescence of the Hellmouth. Xander
and Anya often accompanied her, but not tonight. Tonight,
for a change, Willow wasn't thinking about her lost
friend as she patrolled the campus, or even about Tara.
She was absorbed in trying to come up with a way to tell
Isabel. She could be straightforward. 'I like you as more
than a friend.' She could casually mention her ex, Tara.
The vampires were almost upon her before she sensed them.
Willow flung up her right hand, flinging one backwards to
fall over a bench. Willow brought a stake up in her left
hand, twisted to protect her neck as a vamp grabbed her
from behind. She murmured quickly, turning it to flames
into ashes, then staggered from the release of power.
Before she could recover she felt fangs sink into her
left wrist. Her stake clattered on the sidewalk as she
struggled. Willow gestured, the stake stirring and
beginning to rise towards the one sucking on her wrist,
but before she could free dust the vampire and free
herself a hand tangled in her hair and yanked her head
back. She barely had time to scream in fear before the
fangs of another vampire penetrated her throat.
Isabel heard the scream, recognized the voice instantly,
and burst into a run. She found two men attacking Willow
a third moving towards them Something was wrong with
their faces, but Isabel didn't waste time studying them.
The third man turned towards her. As he lunged for her
Isabel swung her hand, stopping just short of physical
contact, sending her assailant flying.
Willow felt the vampire biting her neck let go, and
summoned the energy to send her stake flying off the
ground into the heart of the one biting her wrist,
turning it instantly to dust, and collapsed to the
ground. Isabel helped her up.
"Two of them are running." Isabel frowned. They
shouldn't have recovered so quickly, she'd hit them with
all the force she could muster, although admittedly her
physical powers weren't her specialty. "What
happened to the other guy?"
"Don't worry about him," Willow gasped, and
fainted in Isabel's arms.
Isabel lifted Willow into her arms, keeping a careful eye
out as she carried the other girl back to their room. It
never occured to her to call for help. Police had always
been the ones hunting her, not potential protection.
Willow recovered to find herself on her bed, Isabel
trying to remove her shirt. The pain of the bites in her
neck and arm reminded Willow why, and she raised her arms
to make it easier, sitting up. Isabel dabbed disinfectant
on the bites and soothed the pain with her touch.
"They bit you," Isabel muttered angrily as she
worked, not commenting on the strange nature of the
bites. "God Willow, what if something had happened
to you?" As fear and anger subsided, Isabel found
herself becoming very aware of how close she was to
Willow, on the red-head's bed. Her gaze wandered from the
bites and she remembered pulling Willow's shirt off, and
blushed.
Willow noticed Isabel's gaze and blush, and smiled.
Waiting simply wasn't an option any longer, not with how
close she'd come to dying tonight. She cupped Isabel's
face between her hands. "There's something I need to
tell you." Tomorrow would be soon enough to tell
Isabel that she knew about her being the Slayer - that
had to be it, Isabel had overpowered two vampires - but
the other couldn't wait.
"I know, me too." Isabel also had trouble
finding the right words, but her hand squeezed Willow's
thigh encouragingly.
Willow gave up on speaking, instead pulling Isabel's head
down to hers, lips meetings softly. It was all the
explanation either required. As the kiss ended they sank
down to Willow's bed in each other's arms, neither
needing to go further so soon, both unwilling to let go.
They lay that way for a long time before Willow's deep
breathing told Isabel that she was asleep. Isabel smiled,
holding out her hand to yank a blanket off her bed and
she spread it over both of them. She closed her eyes as
she snuggled closer to Willow.
|