CHAPTER ONE: A STORM IS A MEMORY

BILL TELLS HER ON THEIR DAILY EVENING PHONE CALL THEY ARE HITTING THEIR LAST CHASE OF THE SEASON.

He is a worry-wart during the season, expecting a check-in at least nightly. Though, he spends more time coaching her how to get closer to the storms he worries will take her off the map than asking her to stay indoors for once. Willow, for all his influence, has ended up more like Jo, who rather send herself to the center of the worst cell if it meant getting the data they needed.

Willow trusts his word as if it is the word of god. His list of honorifics is long, but her personal favorite had always been 'the human barometer', and if he says they have their last chase of the season ahead of them, it is the last chase. She makes the executive decision to camp rather than sneak all six of them into a single motel room again. There is no time to waste- they have to roll out the moment the storm arrives.

Kate is all aboard; Javi fell asleep in the Oklahoma dirt cursing their existence.

Willow, herself, cannot sleep any longer than she already has. She gets a mere four hours in the back of the van, curled up next to Addy under one unzipped sleeping bag because Praveen forgot his at the last motel and Addy is bleeding heart. She uncurls herself finally two hours before dawn- moving to the front seat of the van with her Doppler radar open and munching on a protein bar. There is a storm moving in from the west that should develop into the conditions they need by the time it reaches four miles southwest.

And they need it. There is too much at stake if this storm does not arrive as it should. All of their work for the season, all of the planning and chasing, will have been for naught.

A therapist would certainly call it unhealthy with the way she constantly measures herself up to her family before her. It is a demanding dream to attempt to fill the shoes of her storm-chasing aunt and uncle and walk even further in them. The DOROTHY team of 1996 made history with their ability to read the funnel structure and temperatures from inside the funnel, saving lives with their extended warning system. 

Willow thinks their team is set to do the same. She thinks of each of the rag-tag DOROTHY team and aligns them with her own. All of the conditions are set with each player on the board to change the game. Willow deems herself Jo without a doubt in her mind. She goes back and forth comparing Javi to Betlzer and Jeb to Rabbit, while Addy is certainly their Dusty and Praveen their Joey.

Kate Carter, though, is a wild card. There is nothing in the world that told her to seek out Kate and recruit her to the storm chasing cause. Nothing truly tells her to sit down next to the dark-haired girl in what may have been the toughest sounding physics lab she would ever face and make friends.

Dusty always made jokes about cosmic connections after his brief stint with a psychic-in-training. Jo had knocked him upside the head for filling her head with all that mumbo-jumbo, but Willow knew there was some truth to it. She felt it that day she sat next to Kate; the same feeling she felt on that porch with Jo, watching the sight of an EF 1 barreling through the wheat as if it is the world's greatest miracle.

Kate could never be a mirror of the past, not when she is a mirror of her own soul, coming to find its wayward partner in the middle of tornado alley.

It is the crack of dawn by the time her other half rolls out of the truck, carefully stepping over her boyfriend. Willow hasn't left her spot, only shifted to curl up in the driver's seat, knees carefully balancing her laptop and back resting against the door. The promise of a storm is already hanging in the air and she knows Kate can feel it in her bones, if not from the smell of rain and strengthening wind.

Willow lets out a low whistle to get the girl's attention, a quiet noise they often share to alert the other. They are creatures of habit that spend less mornings sleeping in and more holding rendezvous to prepare for storm chasing.

Kate bounds up to the van with a smile on her face and practically sticks herself through the driver-side window. She peers over Willow's shoulder to get her own peek at the Doppler's radar. "How is it looking?"

"Numbers are promising," Willow tells her as she clicks through the readings. "The Doppler is suggesting the afternoon, but the trajectory of increasing pressure and CAPE makes me think otherwise. I think we will see a touchdown sooner than later."

"Good. I cannot deal with anymore EF0s. It's giving me blue balls," Kate groans out. "Think it's our storm?"

Willow cranes her neck to look towards Kate who has moved her gaze from the readings to the darkening skies. "You tell me, tornado whisperer," she tells her before glancing to the clouds. "Wanna go check it out?"

"Let me grab my camera."

Their makeshift campground only sits a few feet from a grass field. It is the perfect observatory; tall enough to keep watch on the wind patterns through the shifting grass and a clear, unobstructed view of the sky. Kate is near running to get to it and points her camera to the sky. Willow trails after her, laughing at her friend's excitement.

"I think this is the one," Kate finally decides after the final click of the lens, a little breathless in the way she always gets with storms.

"It ain't gonna' be the one if we don't wake up the rest of them."

Kate takes off back in the other direction, more than ready to get out there chasing and see their work in action. The experiment has always been a group effort, but it is her and Willow's baby before it is anyone else's; a dream curated in a barn loft with too much liquor between them on graduation night.

It is Kate's responsibility to wake Jeb up while Willow takes on the rest of the crew. She returns to her spot from the morning, reaching in through the driver side to slam her hand down on the car horn. It proves to be a much more efficient wake-up call than whatever sweet nothings Kate is whispering to her boyfriend in the truck.

Javi is the only one to startle at the sound; Addy and Praveen are always better in the mornings than he ever has been.

"What the hell?"

"Storm's here, guys!" Willow announces. She rounds to the trunk, clapping her hands together to rally them. "Let's go!"

"Nah. Nah, it can't be," Javi groans without even attempting to sit up. "God, I went way too hard last night."

"Aw, does somebody have a hangover?" Willow pouts at him and leans down to pinch his cheek. He swats at her hand.

"Kiss my ass, Will."

Kate comes out the woodworks with Jeb on her tail and sighs. "Javi, get up, come on," she pushes at him without much patience. Javi continues to snuggle further into the dirt floor as if he did not spend the entire night complaining of its inadequacy to a motel bed. Willow and her share an exasperated look before it becomes much more pointed.

Willow gets the message and tears the sleeping bag from his death clutch, removing any comfort he has.

"Oh, come on!"

"Kate would have been much more mean about it and you know it," she tells him once he is up and annoyed with her before wandering off to check on the equipment.

Jeb, though an efficient navigator, is making his mark as a documentary director with how often he shoves his recorder in someone's face. It should be on tape, says Jeb when Kate first explains the experiment process to him, and she is more easily convinced by his pretty face than any. Willow is perfectly fine that his muse is his girlfriend and occupies more time with the lens than anyone else. She is still a close second, though, more so for him to pester her when she is locked in and working.

Jeb calls it b-roll, she calls it stalking.

Willow sets up shop with DOROTHY V, a remake of her uncle's design for her own runs in the field, while Jeb starts pointing his camera in all directions. It eventually finds Kate standing in front of the polymer barrels with her most professional grin. He makes her laugh to ruin the start and she is practically swooning at him for it.

"Today, our science team from the Tornado Tamer project is out in the field," Kate starts off, "about to chase a storm southwest of us. Our experiment is designed to decrease the moisture inside of a tornado to see if we can make it collapse."

"Tell the folks how you do that, Kate."

"Well, first, we got to find a tornado to suck up our superabsorbent polymers in these barrels..."

"Diapers," Addy whisper-shouts to not disrupt their video diary. "Tell them it's the same stuff they use in diapers." Jeb catches her on film instead where she hides no shame. "It's non-toxic!"

Willow laughs from her spot checking on DOROTHY's sensors, the same set she had been working with most summer as there has been nothing but EF0s there to sweep them up. They have seen larger chases that had been less numerical data-driven and more so observational.

"Uh, the doppler doesn't show a storm until the afternoon," Praveen tries to tell Willow with his laptop in hand. He positions himself around DOROTHY to let her take a gander at the scans. It does not look like much has changed from her last glance, but it is further ahead than originally predicted.

"The data doesn't see what Kate sees, remember?" Addy reminds Praveen.

"How about Kate sees a few more hours of sleep?" Javi wanders over to follow up with DOROTHY's check-up, taking a sensor from Willow's hands to ensure its airfoils are in good condition to fly. Praveen is still confused and goes to sit his laptop down on the device. "Praveen, what are you doing? DOROTHY's not a desk."

Praveen huffs. "He is more defensive about that thing than you are, Will."

"It's the closest thing he'll ever have to a girlfriend, give him a break." Javi is quick to give her the finger. Willow lets out a chuckle before taking the laptop from Praveen. "And I know the doppler seems right but you have to consider the possible pressure gradient. You can feel the wind speed slowly increasing if you pay close enough attention, but growing pressure will cause that to become an even faster trajectory, making it storm-ready."

She tilts her head towards him with a raised brow. "And the air is starting to feel heavy, isn't it, Praveen?"

"Teach me your ways," He says in awe. She shuts his laptop with a smug grin and hands it back to him.

"The unpredictability of weather is a pinch predictable if you think of every moving piece."

"Will, Praveen, come on. Get in, get in!" Kate shouts, waving them over to the group. Will jogs over with Praveen, wrapping her arms around Kate and Javi in the frame of the camera. "Ready? You know what today is?"

"The day we tame a tornado!" They shout together, scientific discovery just on the horizon.

"All right. I'm gonna yak first."

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WILLOW TAKES THE FIRST RIDE WITH JAVI RATHER THAN THE REST OF THE TEAM TO DO HER FINAL CHECKS ON THE VAN. It is her job after all; head data analyst and pseudo-engineer with her unofficial apprenticeship under Jo and experience in the field. Javi drives without a care in the world, munching on his snack pack of Cheetos and singing along to his radio. Willow, on the other hand, is a mess, double-checking the readings from each sensor and scanner to make sure they come back clear as day.

Willow picks at her lip as she clicks through her laptop again. Lightning is cracking through the sky and winds are picking up just as she predicted. It will certainly turn into something promising as long as she has everything set perfectly. "I'll need to adjust the left sensor; probably the Doppler too."

"The doppler is fine," Javi tries to assure her, "and if it isn't, we can rely on DOROTHY."

"The probability of debris knocking DOROTHY over is less than it typically is with it being in the trailer, but there is still a chance. I want data from every possible angle on this," she tells him without even looking up from her device. "I need to make sure I have the exact conditions in which it works and in which it doesn't."

Javi looks over to her with surprise. "You think it will fail?"

"No," she corrects him and tries to put her heart in it. "Theoretically, it works. Kate and I have reworked these numbers until we were blue in the face," she spent more time in that barn doing cloud physics in fifty-cent notebooks and running simulations with DOROTHY data than on her undergrad research papers, "but it isn't field-tested yet. Theory is just theory."

Willow sighs and switches to check the signal of the go-pro. "Just think, if we get that EF1 and it dissipates, then we could use the data to measure how to dissipate up the Enhanced Fujita Scale. It would change the game."

"If it works."

"If it works," she repeats with much more unease.

"That nepotism gettin' to ya', ain't it."

"Ain't helpin', Javi," she glares at him.

"It took Bill and Jo, like, what, four different tries to get DOROTHY to fly the first time?" He tries to comfort her. "We've all heard the story."

"Four tries in a singular day during an outbreak. We've been camping out for an EF1."

This is certainly their only chance with the harrowing warning of the end of the season from the human barometer. The possibility of failure looms over her; they have an EF1 brewing in their favor but if the experiment fails, they cannot go back to the drawing board and instantly try again.

"Willow Mae, don't be fallin' in on yourself, now."

"I ain't," she thinks she is assuring herself more than she is him. "I just want it to work."

Javi purses his lips for a moment before saying the most sincere thing she has ever heard from him in their friendship. "I trust you and Kate. If you all think it will work, it will work."

"Thank you, Javi," she smiles at him, bright and warm, until it slips. "Oh, lord, Addy is out the window."

"Now, that girl I worry about."

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THEY END UP STOPPING WHEN THE RAIN HITS. Willow clambers out before Javi even truly put the van in park to make the required adjustment. She forgoes the raincoat, letting the rain soak her head to toe as she always does, and calls Praveen over to make him spot her. She climbs up the back of the van, going for the Doppler and scanner that she intended to work on during the ride over.

Willow tries to be quick with her work all while staying queued in on the conversation around her. The lovebirds are at it again, flirting over stirring on the mixture all while Addy is slamming her hand against DOROTHY's trigger. Willow tries not to cringe from her high-up position.

"Willow, this thing is so old!" Addy complains from below her.

"Javi! Help Addy!"

Javi is quick to defend DOROTHY as always. Praveen is right, for its legacy belonging to her family, his attachment is much stronger than hers ever will be. He slaps his hand up against the side in a way Willow knows will not work and pretends to act surprised when it does not.

"Like I said, old." Addy sticks out her tongue at him.

"I mean, it's old, but it's field-tested, you know? Unlike Kate's science project over here."

"It's our science project," Praveen grinds out.

Kate walks over from the mixture and shakes her head at the machine. "No time, Javi. If DOROTHY's not working, then forget the data, okay? We'll worry about it later."

"'Forget the data'?!" Willow shouts from the top of the van in disbelief.

"The tornado's not gonna wait for us," Jeb argues.

"There's a death ridge setting in," Kate adds with her expertise. "Probably our last chase of the season. No matter what, we gotta get these barrels in the air and see if they can make a tornado vanish, okay? It's more important."

"No, how about it's equally as important we do both, right? Look, look, if you make a tornado vanish with this, but you don't get the data with this, who's gonna believe it?" Javi does the arguing for her. He looks up to her from her perch on the van and whistles. "Willow! Come handle your machine!"

Willow groans and climbs down the side of the van. "She doing that ole' thing again. Red light of death?" Javi nods and she sighs. It takes two, harsh hits to right next to the trigger to set it back straight before she presses its beaming red button. It whirs to life as it always does, the old equipment staying strong even in her years of getting beat down by storm after storm. Addy cheers while Javi pouts.

"I did the exact same thing."

"Well you aren't the Dorothy whisperer," Willow teases before turning to Kate with a raised brow. "We get the numbers no matter what, Kate. When the experiment succeeds, we need to know the conditions it did it in. Remember?"

"Fine. We need to win a big fat grant."

"Well, I'm all about my cash money, right?" And there goes that little handshake, the one between them all that Javi and Kate made after too many brewskis at the local college bar.

Kate starts loading everyone back in the truck, ready to get a move on. Willow sighs looking back to Javi, the weight of the world on her shoulders.

"It'll work, Willow," he assures her again, clapping a hand down on her shoulder. "Be careful out there."

Willow brushes him off with a laugh. "You be careful." He tries to hide his smile when she sets off towards Jeb's truck. With one last look behind her, she calls out, "DOROTHY's readings better be pristine and analyzed when I get back!"

"Anything for you, Will!"

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THE RAIN ONLY GETS HEAVIER AS THEY SET OUT ON THE PATH. Willow slots up in the seat behind Kate with Addy tucked in the middle and Praveen next to her. The windows around them begin to fog up under the change in temperature and Kate sets out to wipe the windshield down with her sleeve. Willow lets Praveen do most of the monitoring on the Doppler, trusting him to read the levels of wind shear and CAPE while she observes the storm around them.

"Uh, got a CAPE of 4,000. 100 knots gate-to-gate wind shear aloft," Praveen reports

"Come on. Give us a nice respectable EF1," Kate wishes as she looks out at the storm. "I mean, EF2, we'll take it."

"Well, an EF2 would be too big."

"You have no faith, Praveen," Willow scolds the boy with a playful eye roll.

Addy pulls her own pout, looking at the rolling clouds. "Just no more of those baby EF0s."

"Yeah, keeps given' Kate blue balls," she jokes, earning a round of laughter from the team and a swat from the mentioned woman.

As the debris picks up, she begins to worry for the equipment in the back. Jeb is struggling to keep the truck even straight down the path, swerving to miss branches and loose siding. The risk does not unnerve her, she has driven through much worse conditions with Jo, but . In the rearview, she sees DOROTHY still standing, lights flashing against the yellow barrels. Willow frowns and grabs the radio just to make sure. "Javi, how's DOROTHY's GPS?"

His voice comes crackling through the walkie. "DOROTHY's coming in loud and clear-"

Kate's loud gasp is warranted when Jeb nearly tips them over to avoid an incoming branch. Willow slides in her seat, her brows furrowed at the amount that comes their way. The debris is almost tugging towards them as if-

"Are we in the tornado?" Praveen exclaims, not even trying to hide the shake in his voice.

"No," Willow realizes as she turns to look out the back window for the first time. "No, it's behind us."

Jeb's eyes go wide. "Wait, should I drive faster?"

"No, no, no," Kate declines. "We've got to drop the barrels in its path."

Praveen continues to panic. "Ar-Are we gonna see the path?"

It startles them all when a hay bale slams against the windshield, heavy enough to crack it. Jeb swerves in the road, attempting to hit the breaks and get control of the vehicle. Willow shifts to look out the back window again, watching as the trailer tips over and drags the truck to a stop against the wet road. She curses.

"We are in the path!" Willow shouts. There is barely a beat and she is already out of the car. She can hear Praveen and Addy's panicked questions and Jeb shouting after her as she cuts through the rain to reach the barrels.

The trailer is tipped over, the barrels and DOROTHY still situated in it. DOROTHY's sensors are still packed tightly under her lid, but it's the mixture that's taken the brunt of the storm and is leaking out on the ground. "Shit!"

"It's spilling!" Kate cries the moment she sees. "We got to hurry!" She saddles up beside Willow and attempts to lift the trailer. The others join, but their strength alone isn't enough.

"No, we need leverage to tip it!" Jeb realizes, reaching for a fence post dislodged in the wind to help leverage the trailer. It comes up with some push and pull after that, all barrels and DOROTHY upright for the tornado to sweep them up. "Hey, Kate, you got muscles and brain-" Hay hits him in the face, cutting him off from his flirtation. Willows laughs louder than the rest of them.

"Okay, let's open them up."

They set out unlocking each and every lid of the barrel, except the spilled one. Willow eyes it with worry; even the slightest miscalculation could skew the results and the loss of so much polymer could be risky.

"Do you think it's still enough?" Willow calls out to Kate.

"We have to try!"

Addy takes charge of unlocking DOROTHY; a press of the trigger and the gate opens, revealing all the beeping sensors underneath. Willow tries to let it all roll off her shoulder and look towards the tornado. There is something about it that has changed. The dense dust shroud and heavy fall of hail reveal nothing to her, but she can feel the strength of it from there

It has certainly shifted from the EF1 they have imagined. To what exactly, she is not quite sure.

There is a tug on her hand that breaks her gaze. "We got to go!" Addy calls, pulling her back to the safety of the truck and ready to leave the barrels behind. Willow piles back in with her, a new wave of hope in them all with the barrels in the path. She tries to cling to it like the others but cannot shake the feeling that something is off.

That something is about to go terribly wrong.

"Okay, we dropped the trailer, Javi," Addy announces into the radio.

"All right, let's see if it takes the bait."

"Kate, I think something's not right," Willow tries, but the girl is in her own world, turned towards the back window with her fingers crossed. The hope to see everything come to fruition is still there for her while it slowly dies in Willow in a storm that seems more than they ever thought it would be.

"What if there's no tornado? What if it's just a dense wave of hail?"

"Whoo, baby! We just shot up 10,000 feet!" Cheers erupt around her. Willow's fingers tick against the headrest of the back seat. Watching, waiting.

"Okay, that's not a hail wave."

"We did it, Kate."

"It's getting closer," Willow mutters to herself, the dust shroud closing in.

"Sensors rising, 30,000 feet."

"The..." Willow knows the sound of defeat in Kate's voice. "The polyacrylate should be active now."

"Are the winds weakening, Javi?"

"DOROTHY can't tell you that," Willow answers for him with a shake of her head. Her eyes have not moved from the storm. "Lagrangian mechanics. A moving sensor can't give you the exact measurement of wind speed."

"Ah, yeah!" Javi cheers again. "40,000 feet. Your tornado isn't shrinking." Willow can hear his enthusiasm slipping as the data keeps rolling in. "50,000 feet. Holy shit., he goes silent again and it makes her finally snap out of her daze. She jumps forward and decides he will apologize later for tearing the radio out of Addy's hands. "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah. This can't be right."

"Javi?" Willow starts when he goes radio silent. "Javier, where are we at?"

"Sensors just shot up 70,000 feet."

It sends shivers down her spine to hear the numbers. Willow's face goes white, turning to look back at the dust shield that hides a monster. She is crushing the radio in one hand and reaches to slap Jeb on shoulder with the other.

"Jeb, you need to go faster."

"What?"

"Uh, the..." Praveen is shaking next to her. "The NEXRAD velocity is 200 miles per hour."

"That's impossible."

"Jeb, go," Willow tries again, a little louder than the time before.

"Not unless it's an EF5."

"Guys. Guys, whatever's in there, it's big. It's big and it's moving fast."

"Jeb, drive the damn car!" Willow finally screams loud enough that he slams his foot on the gas. They take off down the path, swerving against the much larger wave of debris coming their way. The wind shield wipers begin to scrape, unable to swing back and force under the pressure.

"How did it become an EF5?"

"It's getting closer!" Praveen calls out from his watch on the funnel.

"Oh! Look out!"

Willow braces for impact with one hand on the back of Kate's seat and the other wrapped around Addy's front. The truck slams into a fence post, sending everyone crashing forward. Equipment goes flying- the truck ruined- but Willow could care less about data and their experiment with an EF5 barreling their way.

"Everyone okay?" There is a round of nods that puts Jeb at ease. "We can't stay here."

"There!" Praveen shouts with his finger pointed towards an overpass.

Kate gulps. "Overpasses are the worst in tornadoes."

"Better than this death trap," Willow decides for them. She pushes on the handle to her door and grabs Addy. "Everyone out, let's go!"

They set out towards the overpass, not one of them looking back when they hear the creak of metal. Willow has seen cars in the air before, cows even, and she has no desire to watch it again with her life on the line.

Jeb and Kate lead them in front of her, hands locked together to keep them from being separated. Willow has done the same with Addy; she had reached for Praveen but he had declined in a panic and set out without her.

Debris is picking up around them, getting worse and worse as the tornado continues forward. The same fashion of fence posts that Jeb saved the day came gliding past them in the wind. Jeb and Kate dodge them and Willow receives the blow they missed. It catches on her bicep, slicing through skin with more ease than it should have on a normal day. The force of impact sends it deep with the wound already gushing blood the moment it hits her.

Kate stops in her path the moment she hears her cry. "Will!"

Willow shakes her head; she will handle the wound if it means staying alive. "Keep going!"

Jeb and Kate reach the overpass with Willow and Addy not too far behind. There is no moment of reprieve, even if there is some obstruction of the rain under the stonework. Jeb starts climbing the siding, a steep slope that is slick even in the rain. He reaches the top first with his hand out for Kate next.

Only Kate doesn't grab it immediately; she ends up with a matching wound on her thigh, debris cutting into her during its flight. Willow tries to catch her and keep her going. "Kate, go! We have to go!"

Kate somehow finds the strength to keep climbing, letting Jeb grab her and pull her in between the column. Willow tries to reach next, pushing herself up the slope with all her might.

"Where's Praveen?" Addy asks in all the chaos and it hits Willow. He had been running behind her this entire time; she swore she could hear him. She stutters, wanting to say something, anything-

"Come on!" Jeb yells one last time with his hand out to Willow. She grabs on and shifts on to flat stone. Addy is last, working her own way up the hill. She slips and her own tears only get worse. Willow reaches her own arm out to her, trying to fight against the winds to grab the girl's hand.

"Addy!" Willow calls to her again and she is close, mere inches away from grabbing her hand. Addy pushes, nearly there, until a pole side sweeps her legs out from under her.

Willow did not see Praveen go, but she watches Addy be torn from her life from the very thing she dedicated herself to. Her scream comes out raw, her name on her lips as she disappears in the wind. It is as if she blinked, a moment there and a moment gone.

Jeb grabs her from behind, pulling her in between the railing and the decking. Willow knows he is shouting at her, she can see his mouth moving in the blur of the wind and rain, but she hears nothing.

"Put your arms around the rail!" The shouts finally comes through. Willow follows orders and wraps her hands around the rail as it is her lifeline. Her arms burn under the force of the wind and she is unsure if it is the rain or tears stinging at her eyes now. Kate is next to her, shaking, crying, screaming and she knows she must be an image of terror too. Jeb tucks them both under him to protect them from the debris and uses all his weight to hold them down.

"You're gonna be okay! It's gonna be okay!" He tries to assure them. She can hear the fear in his voice; she will remember the fear in his voice. "Keep holding on! I've got you!"

The weight suddenly disappears and Willow watches the tornado take another. Kate screams at the sight, ready to unravel herself from the rail to catch him. He is gone before she could even risk reaching out to catch him.

"Kate, no, get down!" Willow cries out, letting go of the rail with one hand to keep ahold of her. They are both screaming, both sobbing and crying in fear and grief for all that has happened. The storm picks up around them, the winds growing stronger and stronger as the tornado grows closer.

Willow squeezes her eyes, holds on tight to what she has left, and for the first time...

She fears the storm.

- AUTHOR'S NOTE

you mean, i actually dedicated time and wrote a complete chapter of something? and POSTED IT?

FEEDBACK AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM APPRECIATED. i have been secretly writing in my drafts for the past five years and none of it sees the light of day except this. i want to know what you all think and really need to know if i still got it or need to put the ole' dream to rest.

also, sorry for the javi and willow flirtation. i do NOT know who this fic is actually for if i am being honest and willow is just guiding me.

some changes made on 08.25 but not much so do not stress about rereading

lots of love,

karina