Title: To Sleep, But Perchance Not to Dream

Author: Whisper2AScream

Rating: PG

Spoilers: Season 6, (post-Wrecked)
Disclaimer: Willow, Xander, and the rest don't belong to me, they're with ME, Kuzui Productions, and Twentieth Century Fox. The story is based on a concept set forward in the 1991 film, "Dead Again," directed by, and starring Kenneth Branaugh, along with Emma Thompson, and Derek Jacobi. If you've never seen the film, go rent yourself a copy, and watch it! You're in for a treat. If you have seen the movie, you'll probably recognize where this is going. R n R anyway, I think you'll like it.{And oh yes, the title comes from an obscure play by an obscure author, Shakespeare's Hamlet. ;) And the chapter titles come from song lyrics, which belong to their respective owners.}

Summary: (AU Season 6) Based on the movie, "Dead Again." Willow has been having very peculiar nightmares of late, and there's a connection to another Scooby.

Notes: I guess you can call it AU, since Giles is still around. (Well, the story just wouldn't work properly without him.) He worked out a deal with Buffy, where she agreed to make an effort to be more independent, and he decided to stick around. Anya does most of the day-to-day work at the Magic Box now, much to her delight. Tara is still gone though, and Willow's trying to keep to her no-magic rule. Some X/A, but it's mainly W/X.
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"We got you now, and you're gonna ride the lightning tonight." A voice hissed in his ear, as the man was dragged to his feet. He was shoved out of the cell, and could hear the other prisoners on Death Row catcalling to him. He said nothing, and he simply faced forward as the priest read him his last rites. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. He was dead already.

He arrived in the execution room, the chair patiently waiting for him. The warden on duty called out to him, "Gregory Herschel, you have been found guilty by a jury of your peers in the state of New York, and sentenced to death by electrocution this day, June 14, 1935. Do you have any final words?" His stoic expression was the only response.

He didn't even blink as they sat him in the electric chair, and strapped him in. His head had already been shaved in preparation for the plate they were going to affix there. The hood was placed over him, and he closed his eyes. He could hear the wet sponge dripping across the floor, and then it was slopped on his head, some of the drops trickled down his cloth-covered cheeks. The plate was strapped on to him, and he could only wait as the guards called out, "Roll on 1. Roll on 2." Then, there was only pain.

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She sucked in her breath, and panting, opened her eyes. She sat up, and stared at her bedroom like she had never seen it before. She started a little as a lightning bolt flashed outside her window, the thunder following soon after. She shivered a little in the night air, despite the nightgown she was wearing.
"Ok, that was intense," Willow replied.