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spikeme4now	Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 2/12	#21	[-]
Posts: 115 (07/01/03 01:39:21) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	* CHAPTER 2 * The two witches looked down at the floor nervously; now that they were alone, they suddenly had no idea what to say to one another. Willow was nervous, as she still hadnt figured out a good way to ask Tara to be her teacher. Having listened to her and Amy talk for the past hour or so, Willow had realized how knowledgeable Tara actually was, and she was both excited and intimidated by the prospect of being taught by her. Looking up at the blonde-haired Wiccan, Willow couldnt help but smile; the girls eyes were rooted to the floor, and she was once again using her hair to cover her face. She looks so adorable, she thought to herself, so shy . . . Willow suddenly wished she could do something to calm the girl down. Tara was painfully shy; yet obviously powerful, and that definitely intrigued Willow; left her feeling as if she wanted to get to know the girl better. Hopefully shed agree to be her teacher . . . Tara on the other hand, found it hard to believe she was alone with this enchanting stranger; that the girl had actually stayed back on purpose. What did she want to talk about? Why had she stayed? Risking a glance upwards, Tara was surprised to find Willows gaze upon her. She smiled nervously at the girl, and felt her heart skip a few beats. Hey, Willow said softly, returning the blondes smile. Hey, Tara whispered back, not knowing what else to say. Willow just smiled in response, as she looked into the girls eyes. Now that their eyes were locked together, she suddenly forgot what shed been about to say. All she knew, was that shed instantly connected with Tara, and that looking into her eyes made her feel like nothing else mattered . . . like they were the only two people who existed on this planet . . . I, uh . . . I hope you dont mind . . . Willow spoke eventually. She couldnt stare into Taras eyes all day . . . It wasnt exactly appropriate behavior between strangers. M-m-mind? Me being here, Willow explained. I mean . . . alone . . . with everyone gone . . . youre not busy or anything, are you? Coz if you are, I can leave, and I . . . I know we all came here out of nowhere . . . kinda ambushed you and everything, and I . . . I wanna ask you something, but there were just too many people, and I . . . I wanna talk more about the magicks, and . . . and you know, I . . . I . . . Its-Its okay, Tara stammered, interrupting the redheads babbling. You sure . . .? Tara nodded in response, not trusting herself to form a clear sentence. Cool . . .! Willows grin widened as she realized something, But I . . . I did it again, didnt I? W-w-whats th-that? The babble-thing, Willow explained. I . . . I kinda talk too much . . . when Im nervous, and I . . . I guess Im kinda nervous now . . . N-nervous? Why was this girl nervous? Im the one whos nervous, whats this beautiful goddess have to be nervous about? Yeah . . . Willow admitted softly, I . . . I dont know why, but I . . . its . . . you . . . with the connection, and the magick, and . . . well . . . I guess you make me nervous . . . and now Im babbling again. Nervous and babbling, thats me . . . M-M-Me too, Tara admitted softly, once again allowing a bit of hair to cover her eyes. N-n-nervous, I mean . . . Only, I . . . I d-d-dont b-b-babble when I . . . w-w-when Im n-n-nervous. I . . . You stutter, Willow finished off with a smile. No wonder she felt a connection with this girlthey were totally alike. Its as if shed met a kindred spirit or something . . . Yeah, Tara smiled back. I . . . I h-h-hate it, Im . . . Im such a-a-a-a d-d-dork . . . No way!!! Willow protested. Im the dork . . . Tara shook her head, and moved to make a protest of her own, but Willow continued talking. No, she insisted. Really . . . I am a dork . . . with the babbling, and the nerves, and I . . . Ive even been known to stutter on occasion, and with the computer thing, you can also call me a geek girl and Im totally . . . I-I-I d-d-dont think youre a d-d-dork W-W-Willow, Tara insisted. Or a-a-a geek. You dont? Youre special . . . Tara trailed off as a blush hit her cheeks. Why did I just say that? Special . . .? Willow whispered, blushing herself. She thinks Im special . . . wow! She doesnt even know me, and yet . . . Tara couldnt believe how bold shed been - calling Willow special . . . what had she been thinking? Im being way out of line here, she thought to herself. Willows blushing, Ive gone and embarrassed the poor girl . . . how could I be so forward? Ive always been quiet-gal, and now Im all with the compliments . . . great move Tara! You shouldve just kept your mouth shut like you always do. See what happens when you decide to talk . . . I . . . I-I-I, uh, she began her apology, Im s-s-s . . . Hey, Willow interrupted, noticing Taras embarrassment, thanks . . . She smiled warmly at the girl, letting her know the compliment hadnt been unwelcome. This girl is so sweet . . . Tara smiled back at Willow, and the two girls shared another moment of bonding. Its funny . . . Willow began a few seconds later. F-f-funny . . .? Ive just met you, she smiled softly, and yet I feel like I know you. Its weird . . . in a good way. Tara felt like her heart had stopped beating. Willows words had caught her off guard, especially since shed just been thinking the same thing. How was that possible? Shed never connected this quickly with anyone before. Lifting a hand to her face, Tara unconsciously pushed her hair behind her earwanting to have a clear look at Willow. I . . . I kn-kn-know w-w-what you m-m-mean, she smiled, her heart skipping another beat. The lovely redhead was looking at her with such affection, and Tara couldnt help but react to it. Willows smile widened in response. I . . . I wanna ask you something, she continued. Okay, Tara replied, reminding herself to relax. Just because this girl feels connected to you, it doesnt mean shes romantically interested. She has a boyfriend remember!!! Youre a really powerful witch, right . . . Willow stated. Tara instantly shook her head. Im n-n-not that p-p-p-powerful, she insisted. Willow smiled at the girls modesty. But you know things, she explained, and youve been practicing . . . for years. With your mom, and . . . Willow paused then, taking a moment to decide how to proceed. What Im trying to say, is that, um . . . I . . . Im not really powerful myself. Ive just got into the magicks over the summer, and . . . Really? Tara was surprised. You . . . you seem v-v-v-very p-p-powerful t-t-t-to me. I do? W-w-when we, uh . . . t-t-touched hands, Tara explained, I, uh . . . I f-f-felt your-your energy, and I . . . Ive n-n-never felt power like that . . . not since my m-m-mom . . . Willow was genuinely surprised, and also a little flattered. No one had ever said she had power before. Amy had always made a point of telling her how little power she had, and everyone else . . . well, they werent happy she was messing with the magicks in the first place. I have power? Tara nodded. Cant you f-f-feel it? No ones ever said I have power before, Willow explained. I mean, sure . . . I know I must have some power, but Ive never been able to do anything big. Oh, except for the curse . . . but thats different . . . Curse? Willow had done a curse? Thats pretty heavy stuff for a first spell. Doesnt she know how dangerous curses are? Its this spell I did, Willow explained. I uh . . . I dont wanna go into detail, but . . . its kinda what got me into the magicks. W-w-what do you m-m-mean? Tara asked in surprise. Curses were not like ordinary spells, they can open you up to all sorts of darkness . . . Although, I dont really sense any darkness in Willow . . . but . . . if shes been opened up to it . . .? When I did this spell, Willow began, I felt like something had been, um . . . unleashed inside me. I felt this power, and I was me . . . but I wasnt me, and I . . . I think I . . . well, I think I kinda awakened something, and ever since Ive tried to tap into it, but I . . . Ive only ever been able to do little things . . . Shes opened herself up to the magicks in a very dangerous way, Tara thought to herself. I hope she doesnt tap into the darkness . . . Amys helped me a bit, Willow continued, oblivious to Taras concern, but mostly Ive been practicing by myself. You know, looking in books and stuff. So anyway, thats kinda what I wanted to ask you . . . seeing as youre like the big knowledge-womanon account of your momand you know thingsmore than me, and . . . and . . . well, you see, I . . . I kinda need someone to, you know, show me things, and I . . . when Amy told me about you, it was weird coz I was just thinking how cool it would be, and then out of nowhere Amy calls and tells me how shes been writing to you, and how she wanted to meet you, and I thought it was more than just a coincidence, and that maybe, um . . . maybe you were the one, and I . . . I . . . thats why I was so keen on meeting you, and, well . . .would you . . . ? W-w-what? Tara asked; feeling a little overwhelmed by Willows words. The girl had been talking so fast, had said so much, and her own thoughts had slightly distracted her, that she wasnt sure shed followed Willow correctly. If she wasnt mistaken, the girl was essentially asking for her help . . . with the magicks. Does she really want me to be her teacher? Why would she want me . . .? Willow smiled ruefully. Typical, she thought to herself. Ive just confused the girl with my babbling. Why do I have to be such a dork? Shes never going to agree to it now. Whod want a nervous babble-queen like me as a student? Im sorry, she began, I . . . I guess I kinda went on a bit . . . She flashed Tara an apologetic grin, but, I . . . what I wanted to ask, is if youd um . . . would you teach me . . . about the magicks . . .? You-you w-w-want me to, um . . . to t-t-teach you? Willows smile widened as she nodded. Yeah . . . would you? I . . . I . . . w-w-why m-m-me? Willows smile faded a little, as she realized Tara was trying to let her down gently. Oh, she sighed, you . . . you dont w-want to . . . I knew it. Th-thats cool, I . . . I dont wanna impose on youI just met you, and I . . . I knew you probably wouldnt want to, so . . . dont worry about it, and I . . . Im sorry to ask, and . . . Oh no, Tara interrupted, realizing Willow had taken her hesitation the wrong way, I . . . w-w-what I m-m-mean is, I . . . Im n-n-n-not that p-p-powerful, and I . . . I d-d-d-dont know how m-m-m-much I could t-t-teach you. But you would, Willow smiled, wondering if shed been mistaken after all, teach me, I mean . . .? If you w-w-w-want me to, Tara smiled back. Hey, maybe if Im around, I can make sure she doesnt stray into darkness . . . although, what would I know? B-b-but Im . . . Im prob-probably n-n-not that g-g-g-good a-a t-t-t-teacher . . . she voiced her thoughts. I bet you would be, Willow replied. I heard you talking with Amy, remember. You seem to know quite a bit about the magicks, and your moms been teaching you since you were a kid. Thats gotta count for something, and I . . . Id really like to know morenot just about how to do spells, but about witchcraft, and Wiccans, and . . . theres so much I dont know, but I wanna know, and . . . Willow, Tara interrupted; seeing the girl was about to spiral off into another ramble. Ill be hap-happy to teach you. Really? Tara smiled. If you want me to . . . I want, I want, Willow replied enthusiastically. Tara giggled at the girls childlike eagerness. Shes so cute . . . Willow couldnt help but chuckle herself. So, she ventured, after their mutual giggling had died down, youll . . . youll be my teacher . . .? Tara rolled the word around in her mind, liking the sound of it. Yeah . . . She smiled shyly at Willow, wondering where they went from here. Shed just agreed to teach this girl about the magicks, and suddenly she felt very conflicted. A part of her was extremely excited over the prospect of spending time with Willow; while another part was terrified shed be a huge disappointment. She had no idea what Willow expected of her, and she didnt have too much confidence in her own abilitiesespecially when it came to showing them to someone else. What had she gotten herself into . . .? Tara, Willow began, noticing the girls apprehension. If . . . if you dont want to, um . . . you know, teach me. You dont have to. I . . . I dont want you to feel like you have to, just to be polite or something . . . Its n-not that, Tara replied. I . . . I j-just feel like, I . . . I d-d-d-dont know how good a-a teacher Id m-m-make . . . You think Id be disappointed, Willow guessed knowingly. Letting her hair cover her face, Tara looked shyly at the floor. K-k-k-kinda, I . . . I . . . Im n-n-not sure w-w-what you want, and I . . . Ive never been anyones t-t-teacher, and I . . . I dont w-w-wanna w-w-waste your t-t-time . . . Unconsciously, Willow reached a hand out towards the shy Wiccan, and rested it on her knee. Tara, she said, getting the girls attention. Tara felt a warmth of electricity seep through her body, as she looked up to meet the redheads gaze. Oh my God, she thought to herself, Willows hand is on my knee . . . wow . . . wow . . . oh, wow . . . You wont be wasting my time, Willow explained; giving the girls knee a gentle squeeze, before moving her hand back. I . . . I have so many questions and stuff, and I can see you know a lot, and . . . and I . . . I dont just want you as a teacher . . . You d-d-dont? Willow shook her head. I . . . I know Ive just met you, and . . . and I dont really know you that well, but I feel like I do, and I . . . I wanna get to know you for real, and um . . . maybe we could um, you know . . . become friends . . . F-f-friends . . .? If you want, she flashed her a huge grin. Ive never connected with someone so quickly . . . and Im not just talking about the energy thing. I feel like, um . . . well, you know . . . I see youre shy, and . . . and hello me too, and I . . . I kinda have a feeling that, um . . . that theres more to it. I mean . . . I think we probably have heaps in common . . . and I know it sounds weird, or-or presumptuous to-to say that, but, I-I kinda feel it, and I . . . I . . . I f-feel it t-t-too, Tara interrupted, her heart beating erratically. She couldnt believe what Willow was saying. Its as if the girl had once again read her mind. How was it possible for this near-stranger to have the exact sort of thought process as her? It was truly amazing. You do? Yeah, Tara smiled. Id l-love to b-be your friend . . . So were friends, Willow ventured. Instant friends . . . Right! Wicca buddies, Willow continued, feeling a little giddy. Instant friends and Wicca-buddies, she repeated. Tara giggled in response. Yeah . . . This is so cool, Willow grinned. Whodve thought Id end up with a new friend and magick guide, all in one day? I woke up this morning thinking about how my best friend was still missing, and how Id love to have someone to show me stuff, and meeting you is like . . . its like fate. I gotta say Tara, Im glad I met you . . . Thank you W-Willow, Tara blushed. I . . . Im g-glad I m-m-met you too . . . She trailed off as she thought of something. W-what hap-happened to your b-b-best friend? Willow wondered how to respond to that. Should she tell her about Buffy, or was it too soon? Much as shed connected with the girl, she still didnt know her that well, and telling her about the Slayer, and Angel, and everything might be a bit much for a first meeting. Although, her inner voice reminded her, even though you dont know her, a part of you does. Doesnt it? You feel connected to her. If shes gonna be your teacher, you shouldnt really hide anything from her. And besides, its not like shes gonna go and expose Buffys identity to the whole world the girls not like that. And even if she did it wouldnt really matter, coz hello, missing-Slayer. She hasnt even bothered to send a note to let you know shes all right . . . Its a long story, Willow explained, deciding to listen to her inner voice. Oh, Tara replied, realizing shed pushed too far. Th-thats okay . . . You d-d-dont have to, um tell me . . . But I want to, Willow interrupted. I just dont wanna bore you, and . . . its complicated, and I dont know how much to say, or what not to say, but if you dont mind listening, Ill tell you. Tara smiled. Id love to hear about it. Willow returned the girls smile, and leaned back in the armchair. Well, I guess Id have to let you know who my best friend is. Her names Buffy, and shes a Vampire Slayer . . . Th-theyre r-r-real? Tara asked, in surprise. Yeah, Willow replied. Youve heard of em? My mom told me about them, Tara explained. But I always thought they were just a m-myth. No myth, Willow replied. We met Buffy during our sophomore year of high school, and we kinda found out she was a Slayer, and weve been friends ever since . . . We? Xander and me, Willow grinned. Xander kinda had a huge crush on her when she first showed up, and he overheard her talking to Giles about vampires, and demons, and her being the Slayer, and . . . Giles? Tara interrupted. Hes her watcher, Willow explained, but hes also the high-school librarian. So W-w-watchers are real too, Tara noted. As real as Slayers, Willow replied. Anyway, thats when we met, and the three of us have been best-buds ever since. So, what happened to her? Thats the complicated part, Willow explained. You see, Buffy met this guy called Angel, and the two of em kinda fell in love, and . . . and . . . Angel wasnt your typical ordinary guy . . . No? He was a vampire. W-w-what? Tara exclaimed. A v-v-vampire . . .? B-b-but I thought vampires were, you know . . . evil, and . . . Oh, they are, Willow assured. Only Angel had a soul, so it made him different. A soul . . . different . . . how . . .? The gypsies put a curse on him by giving him a soul; forcing him to repent for everything hes done as a vampire. Although, being a curse, theres kind of an out clause a side effect . . . Out clause?
spikeme4now	Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 2/12	#22	[-]
Posts: 115 (07/01/03 01:42:13) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	If Angel achieved even one moment of pure happiness, his soul would be taken away from him, and . . . well, the two of em were in love so they, you know . . . and then Angel turned bad and lost his soul, and then . . . Tara suddenly got the gist of what Willow was saying. Thats the c-curse you did, she surmised, recalling what the girl had said earlier. You cursed this v-vampire so that he and B-B-Buffy could be together . . . and thats why shes g-g-gone . . . to be with him. Willow was pleasantly surprised by the girls perceptiveness - by her intelligence. Sort of, she explained. I cursed him, but I dont know if theyre together, or if I was too late, or what happened, and shes been gone all summer, and I have no idea where she is, or if shes all right, or-or if anythings happened to her, and-and I wanna think shes coming back for school, but-but she was expelled, and oh, I just miss her so much. Shes my best friend, and I . . . I wanna know shes all right . . . but she hasnt even called, or written, or . . . or . . . and she could be lying in a ditch somewhere, or worse, and . . . Without thinking, Tara leaned forward and placed her hands on Willows shoulders. She wanted to calm the girl down; her emotions were everywhere. Hey, she whispered, are you okay? No she wasnt; Willow had been holding back her feelings all summer. She missed Buffy, was worried about her, and a part of her resented the Slayer for not being around. What made it worse was not being able to talk about it. Sure, she had Xander and Oz, but . . . well . . . they were guys, and she wanted to appear strong in front of them. She didnt want them to think she was a weak emotional female, and even though theyd be understanding she didnt want their sympathy; she was the strong one the one they could all turn to . . . Although; it was hard being the only girl around two guys, and she wanted to prove she was just as tough as they were. Maybe thats why she was on the verge of tears now; shed bottled up her feelings for so long, and actually having another girl to talk to one shed instantly connected with had kind of triggered her emotions. I . . . she looked into Taras concerned eyes and melted. I . . . she began again, but the tears choked her, and she dropped her gaze downwards. Tara couldnt stand to see Willow in distress, but had no idea what to do. Should she put her arms around the girl, or would that be too forward? Shed just met Willow, and physical contact even of the comfort variety was a definite no-no. But shes so upset, her inner voice told her. The girls lost her best friend, and shes almost crying . . . you have to do something . . . But what? she asked herself. What can I do . . .? She knew the answer, and without a second thought, Tara moved her hands from Willows shoulders and wrapped them around her neck, as she gently guided the girl towards her. Willow instantly went into Taras arms, leaning forward in her chair, so that she could wrap her own arms around Taras back, as she began to cry on her shoulder. Tara didnt say anything as she held Willow close, allowing the girl to release her anguish at will. She knew that nothing she said would make her feel better, so it was best just to be here; to let the girl cry out her tears, and comfort her in silence. As Willow continued to cry softly against her shoulder, Tara couldnt help but sympathize with the girl. As a result, she unwittingly began to release some of her energy. She let it flow around her, as she channeled it towards Willow. Her total need to comfort the girl guided her energy instinctively into the redheads own energy circle, and acted like a calming force. Willow could feel Taras energy surrounding her; comforting her; calming her, and she instantly succumbed to it. She tightened her hold on the blonde Wiccan, and allowed herself to absorb the comfort that was being offered to her. She missed her best friend terribly, was scared that something had happened to her; scared that shed never see her again, but as she continued to let loose with the tears; continued to allow Taras energy to mix with her own, Willow felt herself gradually coming to terms with her emotions. Things arent so bad, a voice told her, and shell be okay. Buffy was the Slayer after all, and she could take care of herself. She had nothing to be worried about the girl simply needed some alone time, shed come back when she was good and ready. . . With that, Willow took a deep breath and absorbed one last sensation of Taras energy, before she pulled away from her. She slowly lifted her head, and unwrapped her arms from around Taras back. The blonde let go of her as well, and Willow used her fingers to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, as she leaned back in the armchair. Thanks, she said huskily, allowing her eyes to meet Taras. I . . . I dont know what came over me. I dont usually cry in the arms of girls Ive just met. Willow grinned. Tara blushed at Willows words, and smiled warmly at her new friend. Th-thats okay, she said softly. I just . . . I-I hope youre okay . . . I am now, Willow replied, unconsciously lowering her voice. Thanks to you. That was some mojo you worked on . . . M-m-mojo? Tara interrupted. The energy thing, Willow explained. I could feel it you calming me. It was so cool. It made me feel . . . peaceful, and I . . . I heard a voice inside my head telling me it was gonna be fine, that shed come back, and that I had nothing to be worried about. It was your energy that made me, um . . . feel like that . . . Really? Tara asked. You f-felt it? Yeah, Willow replied with a smile, I felt it . . . thank you. All Tara could do was smile; she was glad shed been able to help. The girl looked much happier now, and that made Tara happy. The two girls sat there in silence for about a minute, simply smiling affectionately at one another. Neither of them knew what to say, but they both felt as if something significant had just happened. Even though they were practically strangers, theyd just shared their second intimate moment the first being their initial exchange of energy upon meeting one another. Were connected, Willow noted, deciding to speak her mind. Its amazing. Connected? Tara whispered, blushing slightly. What did Willow mean by that? Yeah, she grinned. We have a thing . . . A thing . . .? A magick thing, Willow explained. Its like our energy connects, and . . . and we were meant to meet. Its fate . . . Taras smile widened. Youve said that already, she whispered, feeling warmed by the girls words. Coz its true, Willow smiled. Its . . . Fate, Tara finished, deciding to play along. Right. Willow chuckled with giddiness, as she looked deep into Taras eyes. How was it possible to connect with someone so quickly? And what is it about this girls eyes? Why cant I stop gazing at them? Theyre just so . . . so blue, and so . . . beautiful . . . amazing . . . She let her thoughts trail off, as she forced herself to look away. Hey, Willow caught sight of Taras clock, its almost noon. Lunch time. Tara nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Both her mind and body were in a total state of disarray, and she was doing her best to curb her emotions. Willows gaze, coupled with just having held the girl in her arms, left Tara feeling more than a little flushed. Wanna grab some lunch? Willow asked. My treat . . . my way of saying thanks . . . You d-dont need to-to thank me Willow, Tara insisted. Willow smiled warmly at Tara. I know, she began, but I want to. Youre like my teacher now, and youve just, you know, with the energy, and . . . and, well, I just wanna say thanks. Okay? How could she refuse? Okay, Tara conceded, flashing Willow a shy smile, before allowing her hair to once again cover her face. Great, Willow exclaimed enthusiastically, as she leapt out of her chair. We can make a day of it, she continued. If you want to . . . I mean, youre new in Sunnydale, and you probably havent even been to the mall yet. Oh, and theres the magic shop. Have you been there? Willow asked, not waiting for an answer. I bet you havent. I can show you, if you like, and . . . they know me real well there, and I could, you know, recommend you tell em youre a fellow-Wiccan, so theyll give you a discount, and . . . and itll be fun. So what do you say? You in? What could she say? Of course she was in. Id l-love to. It s-s-sounds like f-f-fun . . . Cool, Willow grinned, reaching out a hand towards Tara. The girl instantly took it, and they both felt the zing of energy as Willow helped her up. They acknowledged the exchange with a knowing look and a shy smile. There we go again, Willow quipped, letting go of the girls hand. Were like lightning central . . . Tara giggled in response. So you ready? Willow asked as Taras giggling subsided. At Taras nod, Willow turned around and headed for the door. Tara followed closely on her heels, closing the door behind her. *** The two budding friends spent the next two hours walking around the Sunnydale mall, looking at clothes; jewelry; candles, and all things Wiccan-related. They didnt talk too much, but words werent really necessary between them. As they walked from one shop to the next, all they had to do was look at one another, to know if they liked what they saw. The main gist of their conversation merely involved Willow informing Tara of her favorite shops, or expressing an interest in a particular item. When they were done with the mall, the girls headed towards the magic shop. Once there, they proceeded to stock up on candles and herbs for their individual supplies. This took them over an hour to do, as they kept getting distracted by pretty crystals, or charms, or books, and would take their time looking around the small shop. When they were finally done, they dutifully made their way back to the college campus. That was fun, Willow ventured, as she stepped into Taras room. Its been ages since Ive had a good day at the mall. She placed her bag from the magic shop down on the bed. With Buffy gone, and . . . no one to shop with but Xander, and Oz, and . . . well, you know what guys are like . . . Tara grinned in response, placing her own bag down on her desk. Yeah, she sat down on her bed. I kn-know what you m-mean. Guys have never r-really liked sh-shopping, have they . . .? At least Ive got you now, Willow replied, moving back towards the armchair. Tara smiled affectionately at her new friend, as the girl took a seat. It was great, she admitted. I . . . I dont re-re-remember the last time I had so much f-fun Me neither, Willow grinned. Thanks Teach, she quipped, eliciting a giggle from the young blonde. Speaking of which. When can I have my first lesson? Im dying to know what you know, and I . . . You can have it now, Tara replied graciously. If you want . . . Now? Willow asked; excited by the prospect. Sure, Tara replied. I . . . I just thought of w-what you n-n-need to do first. Whats that? Youre very powerful, Tara explained. But you, uh . . . you dont know how to, um . . . control that power. Before you can do anything; you need to know how to channel it properly . . . its essential. Without control, not only can you mess up a spell, but you could hurt someone, and that goes against all the laws of good magick, and . . . she trailed off as she noticed the large grin Willow was giving her. What? she asked the redhead with a smile. I just noticed something, Willow began affectionately. Your stutter . . . My stutter? Its gone, she explained. I mean, when you talk about the magicks. Its like youre a whole new person more confident. Its cool. I like multiple-sided Tara. Tara giggled at Willows play on her name. You think Im m-m-multiple-sided? Totally, Willow chuckled. So, anyway . . . about the energy. What do you mean I have to control it? I already know how to let it flow around me and stuff, and I . . . What relaxation techniques do you use? Tara explained. Techniques . . .? Yeah, Tara continued, before you try to use your energy. I-I-I . . . I kinda dont really do that, Willow admitted sheepishly. I . . . I just try to tap into my power, and . . . Then thats the first lesson, Tara interjected. Before you do anything, you need to learn relaxation and control. Tara got up off the bed and moved towards her bookshelf. I have a book on it, she explained, taking a moment to search for it. Ah, she sighed, here it is. She picked up the volume in question, and turned back to face her student. You should read over it, she handed the book to Willow, and practice each of the techniques until you find the one you like best. When youve found a favorite, Ill show you how to focus your concentration and energy. So this is like homework, Willow stated eagerly. Cool! I love homework. Tara chuckled at Willows enthusiasm. Yeah. Homework. Ill have it done by tomorrow, I promise. Theres no rush, Tara explained. You need to choose a technique that suits you, and . . . and everyones different, and theres so many of them. You cant just rush into it. Okay, Willow replied; always the model student. No rushing. Ill go over each technique carefully. Good. So when should we meet? Willow asked Id love to meet every day, but . . . I guess youve got classes tomorrow, and Ive got school, and . . . but I dont just wanna meet on weekends. I wanna see you tomorrow, so . . . could we meet tomorrow . . . if its okay? I know you said not to rush, but . . . even if I haven found a technique yet, I could, um . . . you know . . . talk to you about the ones Ive tried, and . . . maybe we could go over the rest of them together, and I . . . I . . . I really just wanna see you again, even if its just to talk. You see, I-I really like you, and I . . . I want us to be friends, and with Buffy gone, youre the first person Ive felt like I could talk to, and I . . . Tara didnt know what to make of Willows words, but nevertheless felt herself blushing. Shed never had a good friend before, and even though she wanted to be more than just friends with this girl; shed settle for whatever she could get. This girl was definitely someone she wanted to have in her life. You can come here every day after school, Tara broke Willows babble. College classes dont start till next week, she explained. But, if you want . . . when they, um . . . do start . . . you can still come over. If Im not back from a class, you can always come inside and wait for me. I wont mind. Really? Willow exclaimed. I can just come in? You wont mind me being here alone, and . . . Tara chuckled. I trust you. She trusts me, Willow thought to herself, warmed by the prospect. Thanks, she told her sincerely. Youre welcome, Tara smiled, as she moved to sit back on the bed. But what about weekends? Willow asked. What do you mean? Do you wanna meet then too? If you want to, Tara replied. Willow beamed with enthusiasm. Oh, for sure. I . . . Id love to. What time? Any time . . . Great, Willow continued. Hows 9am sound. Its not too early is it? Coz I know some people like to sleep in on weekends, and . . . Nines fine, Tara interjected. The earlier she saw Willow, the better. Cool, Willow ventured, so, we meet every day after 3, and then every morning on weekends. This is gonna be great. I get to learn all about the magicks, and we can talk, and get to know each other. All Tara could do was nod, as Willows words sank into her mind. Were gonna see each other every day. I get to see her every day. She wants to see me every day. Mom was right Sunnydale is definitely the place to make Wiccan-friends. Im so glad I came here . . . Now that theyd sorted everything out, Willow decided she should head off. Shed spent the whole day with Tara, and she didnt want to overload the girl with her company. Besides, it was just after four, and she had to meet the gang at Giles in an hour. With that, she lifted herself out of Taras comfy armchair, and moved towards the bed where the girl was sitting, and also where her bag of magick stuff was. I should go, Willow explained, reaching for her bag. Tara was a little disappointed, but the knowledge that shed see Willow again tomorrow, kept her mood cheerful. Okay, she smiled, as she stood up. I gotta meet the gang, Willow continued, moving to stand in front of the blonde. With Buffy missing, weve kind of been picking up the slack, so we go on patrol every night. Tara didnt like the sound of this. If patrol meant hunting for evil blood-sucking vampires, then she definitely didnt like the idea of it. Willow could get hurt . . . or worse . . . Willow was oblivious to Taras anxiety, as she continued with her goodbyes. So thats why I gotta go. Even if we can only stake half the vamps; thats better than none right? Sure, Tara forced herself to reply. She didnt want Willow to see how anxious she was. She had no right to be over-protective; the girl was not now, nor ever shall be her girlfriend. Once she fully realized this shed be much better off. Willow smiled in response. So, anyway, I guess thats it. Yeah . . . One more thing though, Willow continued. Whats that? I wanna thank you for everything . . . Unable to resist her impulses, Willow put her arms around Tara, and drew her into a quick hug. Thank you, she whispered into the girls ear. Taras skin tingled as Willow pulled out of the embrace; the girls hug had caught her a little off guard. Youre w-w-welcome. Looking into the blondes sexy blue eyes, Willow found herself reluctant to leave. So Ill see ya tomorrow? She turned around, not waiting for an answer. Tomorrow, Tara repeated by way of response. Opening the door, Willow turned back around and smiled at her new friend and teacher. Thanks again, she stated, placing the book the girl had given her, into her bag from the magic shop. Bye, she continued, smiling at Tara one last time, before heading out the door. * As agreed, Willow went straight to Taras after her first day of school. She was eager to begin with the lessons, and had stayed up half the night going over the book shed given her. In fact, shed wandered off into the library during every free moment so that she could read through it some more. It was quite interesting actually, and Willow could see now why Tara had recommended it to her. Even Giles had approved of the book. Hed seen her reading it and had been curious as to where shed gotten it. Shed then been forced to tell him all about Tara, and what shed said about relaxation, and control, and how she was gonna teach her about the magicks. Shed expected Giles to give her his usual disapproving tongue cluck and stare, but to her surprise, none had been forthcoming. Giles had actually been happy that shed found someone with such responsible views on magick. Hed even expressed an interest in meeting Tara, and Willow couldnt wait to introduce them. Tara was her new friend and teacher, and Willow really wanted the girl to be a part of her life; a part of the Scooby gang. She knew it was strange to think like that having just met the girl but with their instant connection, Willow knew shed found someone special . . . a life-long friend, hopefully . . . * When she heard the knock at her door, Tara instantly knew it was Willow. Shed spent the entire day thinking about the girl shed just met, and had been eagerly anticipating her arrival. She still couldnt believe how lucky she was to have met her. Much as meeting Amy had made her feel uncomfortable she was nevertheless thankful for the semi-dark Wiccans entrance into her life. If it wasnt for Amy, shed probably never have met Willow. With that thought, she rushed towards the door, eager to greet her new friend. Hey, she smiled at the redhead. Hey Tara, Willow replied, flashing the blonde a huge grin. Howve you been? Tara moved aside to let Willow through. Great, she closed the door behind her, and then turned to face Willow head on. How was your first day of school? Not too bad, Willow grinned. Although, Oz being there kind of wigged me out.
spikeme4now	Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 2/12	#23	[-]
Posts: 115 (07/01/03 01:45:31) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Why would her boyfriends presence wig her out? Tara thought to herself, giving Willow a quizzical look. Hes not supposed to be there, Willow explained, noticing her friends confusion. He was a senior last year, and now hes back again. It turns out he kinda forgot to show up for classes, and exams, and even summer school, and . . . so there you go. Oh, Tara smiled. But thats not even the worse thing, Willow continued. Its not? What really annoys me, is that Oz is really smart, and . . . and all he has to do to ace a test is show up, but all he cares about is his music, and . . . he doesnt even care about his future, or . . . or anything, and I . . . I worry about him, but I dont wanna smother him, so I dont say too much, but I dont want him to regret things later on in life, and its just so annoying. I totally dont get him sometimes, and I . . . I . . . I know its his life, but I only want whats best for him, and . . . Willow trailed off and smiled apologetically at Tara. Im doing it again, arent I the babble-thing? Its okay, Tara replied. I dont mind. You-you must c-care about him a lot . . . Willow moved towards the bed and took a seat. She then looked up at her new friend and smiled. Yeah . . . I care, but . . . but its frustrating. Oz is my first boyfriend, and I . . . I sometimes have no idea what Im doing how to act. Things are confusing, and without Buffy around, Ive had no one to talk to, and . . . You can talk to me, Tara offered instantly. She took a few steps towards Willow, and sat down next to her. I . . . Ive n-n-never had a b-b-boyfriend, but . . . if you w-w-wanna talk; Im a g-good l-l-listener. Willow smiled affectionately at Tara, genuinely touched by her offer. This girl is so generous, she thought to herself. Shes one of the nicest people Ive ever met. Thank you, she said softly. I . . . I dont wanna bore you, but I . . . I might take you up on that. Removing her book-bag from her shoulders, Willow placed it on her lap. Not now though, she continued, searching around for Taras book. Now I wanna talk about magicks. Thats why Im here, Tara replied, secretly glad Willow wanted to talk about magick, and not about Oz. Shed meant what she said about being here, but her uncontrollable crush on the girl made it a little difficult to hear her talk about her boyfriend. Although, if thats what Willow wanted, shed gladly force down her uneasiness in order to hear the girl out; it would be selfish of her to do otherwise. I love this book, she told her teacher as she opened it up. I havent gotten around to trying any of the techniques, but Ive finished reading it though. Willow stopped flicking through the pages as she came upon the one she was looking for. Here, she pointed, glancing at Tara, and then back at the book. I really like the sound of this one, and I was thinking . . . maybe I could try it now . . . and you could, um . . . you know, let me know if Im doing it right or . . . Tara looked at the technique in question, and gasped in surprise. What? Willow asked, noting the girls reaction. I . . . I . . . I c-c-cant believe it. Believe what? Tara looked into her students eyes with adoration. Thats the first technique my mom taught me, she explained. Its my favorite I use it all the time . . . Youre kidding? Tara shook her head in response. Wow, Willow continued. Thats kinda freaky . . . Yeah, Tara agreed. But in a good way, Willow added. The girls smiled at one another, and took a moment to process the coolness of their situation. This was yet another thing which connected them, and both girls couldnt help but wonder if it really was fate. Their similarities were astounding, and it was too much of a coincidence, to actually be a coincidence. We can do it together, Tara spoke up a minute later. Together? I was thinking about it last night, Tara explained, moving in to her confident mode. Willow was right; talking about the magicks did have a positive effect on her. Why hadnt she noticed it before? Thinking about the connection, she continued. I mean with the energy. N-n-not many Wiccans can connect like that, and I thought it might be easier to teach you if we do things together your energy mixing with mine. Id like that, Willow grinned. It sounds cool. Great. We can start now, if you like. Okay. What do you want me to do? We should lie down, Tara began thinking aloud. She stood up, and looked down at the bed. We could use the bed, she continued. Willow stood up as well, eager to begin. Ill take off my shoes, she ventured, moving to do just that. A minute later, Willow was lying on Taras bed, staring at the ceiling. Tara looked down at the redhead on her bed, and suddenly wondered if this was a good idea. Shed allowed her confidence to take over as shed planned the exercise, but now that the reality of it was upon her, she once again began to shrink into her shell. Holding hands with Willow as they lay on her bed was a very intimate act. Was she ready for it? Could she control herself? It would look weird if she backed down though . . . With that thought, Tara took a deep breath, and joined Willow on the bed. She tentatively reached for the girls right hand, and sighed when she felt their energy connectinglike it had yesterday. Ill start the countdown, Tara whispered, doing her best to keep her breathing steady. Okay, Willow replied, wondering why her pulse was racing. When Tara had laced their fingers together, Willow had instantly felt the girls energy, but she also felt something else. What was it? Why did holding Taras hand make her knees feel like jell-o? It must be the magick thing . . . right? Closing her eyes, Willow forced the confusing thoughts out of her head as Tara began to count downwards from 10 to 1. An hour later, Tara was once again counting only this time the count was from 1 to 10. When she reached the final digit, the two Wiccans slowly opened their eyes, as they re-immerged into full-consciousness. They both felt completely refreshed, and even more connected to one another than before. Theyd felt one anothers energy the whole time theyd been in alpha-level, and even though they were two separate entities, theyd been fully conscious of the others presence the whole time. Willow slowly moved to her side so that she could look at her teacher. That was so cool, she whispered. Tara mimicked her students action, and smiled warmly at her. Yeah, she agreed. I feel so relaxed, Willow continued, so peaceful, and calm, and . . . and yet Im not sleepy . . . you know? That means it worked, Tara explained. You did it right. So what do we do next? Well, Tara thought for a moment. We could, um . . . I know concentration. Concentration? Now that youre relaxed, the next step is learning how to focus your thoughts, how to control your energy . . . how to concentrate. Tara slowly lifted herself up off the bed, and moved to grab another book. There are plenty of techniques here, she explained, taking the book back to the bed. She sat down and handed it to Willow. But seeing as were so connected, I thought we could use the one I do . . . but I think you should, um . . . still read it. You might find something you like better . . . but for right now . . . Willow sat up, as she looked down at the book. Thatd be great, she exclaimed. Ill read over it tonight, but I cant wait to start practicing. So what do we do? Have you ever floated anything? Tara asked. Ive sorta managed a feather, Willow explained, but every time I try it with a pencil, I barely get it off the ground. Im hopeless . . . No youre not, Tara insisted. Thats not what Amy always says, Willow replied. According to her, Im like totally powerless I cant do anything. Tara felt a sudden flash of anger towards Amy. How dare she say that to Willow? She had no right to put the girl down like that. No wonder Willow feels like shes hopeless. Shes got more power than anyone Ive ever met, and shes completely oblivious to it. I have to do something to show her the truth. Ill show you, Tara stood up, and moved towards her desk. Youve got more power than you realize, she grabbed a pencil, before heading back to the bed. You just havent learned to channel it properly. What do you mean? Willow asked, surprised by the conviction in Taras voice. Tara placed the pencil down on the bed in front of Willow. Remember what it felt like just now, when our energy was merged together? Yeah . . .? Well, you kinda have to do the same thing, only your energy has to merge with that of the pencil. Willow chuckled at Taras words. A pencil doesnt have energy, she grinned, thinking the girl was teasing her. Tara smiled back. Everything has energy, she explained, even inanimate objects. Energy surrounds all things, and thats how were able to use our power to manipulate them . . . Willow was a little surprised by Taras words. She knew that energy was everywhere, but she hadnt realized it was inside every thing. Why hadnt Amy told her that? She mustve known; how else could she do the things she did . . .? Youre serious? Willow asked. I never knew that . . . Its one of the first things my mom told me, Tara explained. Im surprised Amy never said anything . . . Thats what Im thinking, Willow replied, feeling a little disgruntled with her old friend. You should be careful around Amy, Tara suggested. She knew it wasnt her place to say anything, but she worried about Willow and all her senses tingled around Amy. The girl had given off some strange vibes when theyd met yesterday, and Tara couldnt help but feel uneasy around her. She, um . . . she m-makes me uncomfortable, she admitted. Whys that? I dunno, Tara replied. Its just that, um . . . when I met her yesterday, she um . . . she had a weird vibe around her, as if her energy was fragmented. Im not saying shes a bad person, but theres a lot of grayness in her power. I feel like shes, um . . . shes struggling with something . . . Willow was impressed with Taras intuitiveness, and couldnt help but believe her. Even though shed known Amy all her life, for some reason, Taras word meant more to her than Amys. Why was that? Admittedly, Amy did tend to make her feel inadequate at times, and she did bring out a negative side of her . . . This led her to believe that Taras observation was probably pretty spot on. Willow decided then and there, that she could trust Tara. All of Willows instincts were telling her shed lead her on the right path. I think youre right, Willow said softly, meeting Taras eyes. Tara was pleased with Willows response, and felt herself blushing as their eyes met. So, she continued, forcing herself to concentrate. Anyway, like, um . . . like I was saying. Energy is everywhere, in everything, and um . . . thats how you should move the pencil. By connecting with it . . .? Right . . . try it. Willow still didnt think she could do it, but if Tara said to try it, then she would. Okay, she replied. But, um . . . what concentration technique should I use? You said something about . . . Ill tell you later, Tara replied. Once youve floated the pencil, Ill show you how to keep it floating, and how to, um . . . move it around. Thats what takes up your concentration. Willow nodded, and then looked down at the pencil. So I should merge our energy . . . connect with it . . .? Right, Tara guided her. You dont literally merge with it, but you, um . . . you touch it with your own energy, let it mix together somewhat, and then use your energy to guide the pencils energy upwards. Its really not that hard, and you have a lot of power . . . so it should be very easy for you. Here goes, Willow took a deep breath. She looked at the pencil on Taras bed and slowly began to release some of her energy. The pencils got energy, she reminded herself. Mix with the pencils energy; guide the energy . . . As the thoughts rolled in her mind, Willow eventually began to feel the energy around her . . . to feel not only her own energy, but the pencils as well. Shed never noticed that before . . . admittedly shed never looked for it, but now that shed found it, she wondered why she hadnt realized it sooner. Tara smiled as she watched the concentration on her students face. She could feel Willows energy being released; could feel it mixing with the pencils, and her smile widened as the pencil began to slowly move upwards. Shes doing it, she thought excitedly. Willows really doing it! I knew she could. Im so proud of her . . . Im doing it, Willow exclaimed, once the pencil had reached her eye-level. I cant believe it! Im really doing it. I knew you could, Tara grinned, feeling just as excited as Willow. I told you it was easy. Youre a natural. So what do I do now? How do I move it? The same way you levitated it, Tara explained. Only you need to concentrate a bit harder. Show me, Willow replied, glancing at her teacher. Tara looked at the floating pencil, and focused her energy. She concentrated for a moment, and then slowly began to spin it in place. Like this, she told Willow softly. You focus on the way you want it to move, and use your energy to set it in motion. See how its spinning . . .? Yeah . . . Well, I mixed my energy with the pencils, and guided it in a circle. The energy surrounding the pencil will keep doing what Ive told it to, as long as my energy remains focused. I dont have to focus on it exclusively, but it will react to any change in my emotions. If I become erratic, then the energy will follow . . . you get what I mean? I think so . . . Then you try it, Tara suggested, ceasing the spinning motion of the pencil. I dunno, Willow ventured. You think I can? Ive never even floated anything before; do you really think I can spin a pencil? I know you can, Tara said confidently. I can sense your energy, remember. You have a lot of power. Spurred on by her teachers confidence, Willow looked at the floating pencil, and focused her thoughts. Mix with the pencils energy; guide it . . . spin it . . . Less than a minute later, the pencil was once again spinning in mid-air; only this time it was Willows energy guiding it. I did it! Willow exclaimed, turning to face Tara. I really did it! She was so excited, that she instinctively reached for her teacher, and wrapped her arms around her neck. Thank you, she told her excitedly, tightening her hold. Tara moved her own hands to Willows back, and closed her eyes; she was so proud of her student. I knew you could do it, Tara whispered into Willows ear. The girls held each other close for about a minute, before they both realized the hug was lasting just a tad bit longer than was appropriate. With one mind, they slowly let go of one another, and looked shyly into each others eyes. Thanks, Willow said again, choosing to ignore her erratic pulse . . . the flush in her cheeks . . . and why it felt so good to be in Taras arms . . . Im just excited coz of the pencil, she told herself. What else could it be? Youre the one who did it, Tara replied, forcing down her own reaction. Im . . . Im so proud of you, she said softly. Willow blushed at Taras words, feeling pleased with them. She couldnt believe how much shed accomplished with only one lesson from Tara. The girl was the best teacher shed ever had. Whats more, Tara made her feel like she could do anything. She was simply amazing. Youre amazing, Willow spoke her thoughts. Youre the best teacher Ive ever had. Tara blushed, and smiled in response, dropping her head downwards. She wasnt used to being complimented, and was now using her hair to cover the blush in her cheeks. We should celebrate, Willow continued. Were all going to the Bronze tonight. You wanna come? The Bronze? Youve never been there? Tara shook her head. Whats the Bronze? Its the local nightclub, Willow explained. We usually hang out there every night, and then we patrol for a bit. Id love it if youd come with me . . . Tara wasnt sure if she liked the idea of going to a nightclub. She wasnt a big fan of large crowds . . . but if Willow was gonna be there . . . Okay, she smiled softly. Id love to come. Great, Willow exclaimed, leaping off the bed. Ill go home and change, and then Ill come back to pick you up in about two hours. Hows that? It should give you enough time to grab some dinner, and shower and stuff . . . Okay, Tara replied with a smile. With that, Willow quickly laced up her shoes and grabbed her book-bag. She then located the two books Tara had given her to read, before heading towards the door. Um, Willow, Tara stopped her before she could go. Whats up? Tara merely pointed towards the still-spinning pencil which was now moving at an alarmingly high speed. You might wanna stop this first, she chuckled. Oh, Willow grinned, realizing shed forgotten all about it. Her excitement had obviously caused the energy surrounding the pencil to become somewhat erratic. I guess I forgot about it, she said ruefully, as she focused on the pencil. It only took her a moment to relinquish her energy, and allow the pencil to fall back to the bed. You did good though, Tara insisted. You pick things up quickly. Willow smiled at her teachers praise, as a blush covered her cheeks. Thank you, she whispered. So, anyway, she continued, moving towards the door. Ill, uh . . . Ill see you in a couple of hours . . .? Right, Tara confirmed. With that, Willow flashed her teacher a huge smile, before exiting her room. END OF CHAPTER 2 Send Feedback by Mail: spikeme4now@optusnet.com.au _____________________________________________________ "I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it." - Spike Willow and Tara Closeness Spikeme4now_Willow_Tara egroup
skeeter451	Re: Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 2/12	#24	[-]
Posts: 349 (07/01/03 01:50:07) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	So cool. I'm loving the Wiccan stuff and Tara's non-shyness around Willow. Susan Skeeter451@mysticmuse.net The Mystic Muse Fan Fiction Site Creative Forum
deixs	Re: Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 2/12	#25	[-]
Posts: 234 (07/01/03 23:39:27) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	That was great!!! I hope there is more soon???? deixs "Don't look back in anger, don't look forward in fear but look around in awareness!"
EvilsGood	Re: Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 2/12	#26	[-]
Posts: 3189 (07/02/03 00:07:17) Moderator Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Loving the slow build. Willow learning magic from Tara, and slowing discovering the attraction... I'm hooked, Irena! _______________________________________________ "Fuck me. It's a baby grand piano!" -- Anthony Stewart Head, Moonlight Rising 2003 Plan C \| Blood of the Banned \| Willow-Kennedy Yahoo Group \| Essence of Amber
lifestyle	Re: Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 2/12	#27	[-]
Posts: 7 (07/04/03 13:45:22) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	hi, hey i love this story! i like the way you describe each others feelings and sights (of this following relationship?) i hope there will be any stuff like this soon, but anyone wrote that there is this fanfic on a other page? kiss lifestyle
spikeme4now	Re: Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 2/12	#28	[-]
Posts: 115 (07/06/03 01:15:55) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Hi Guys I'm stoked with the kudos so far, glad you're all enjoying this. Oh, and lifestyle In answer to your question, yes there will be a relationship described between Willow and Tara. And you can find the archived fic either at my website: Willow & Tara Closeness or on Mystic Muse Cheers, Irena :-) _____________________________________________________ "I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it." - Spike Willow and Tara Closeness Spikeme4now_Willow_Tara egroup
spikeme4now	Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 3/12	#29	[-]
Posts: 115 (07/06/03 01:20:22) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	* CHAPTER 3 * Tara looked up nervously when she heard the knock on her door. Shed spent the past hour going through all the clothes she owned, doing her best to find something to wear. Nothing seemed appropriate though not for a nightclub. Shed finally decided on a pair of pale blue jeans, and an emerald-green blouse. Hopefully she didnt look like too much of a dork. With that thought, she quickly finished applying her lipstick, and moved to let Willow in. Tara was a little startled however, to open the door and come face to face with not only Willow, but Xander and Oz as well. Doing her best to remain calm, she smiled shyly at the two guys, and then rested her gaze upon the girl shed been nervously waiting for. Hi, she said softly, taking a moment to look over her new friend. Willow was wearing a pair of pale blue jeanssimilar to her own, and an endearing red top with a picture of a large flower on the front. She looked simply adorable in Taras mind, and it was all the blonde Wiccan could do not to tell her so. Hi, Oz smiled, bringing the girls attention towards him. Hi, Tara whispered, finding it difficult to speak. She still wasnt totally comfortable around the young man. She could tell he was a nice guybeing Willows boyfriend and all . . . but her instant crush on Willow made her feel a little guilty. Here she was, spending time with this guys girlfriend, harboring a secret crush on the girl, and yet she had the gall to actually look this guy in the face, to smile at him, and even to accompany them all for a night out. What was she thinking? Didnt she have any moralsany decency? Maybe I should just fake a headache and stay home . . .? You ready to go? Willow asked, giving Tara a huge smile. Tara nodded in response. Willows words made all her thoughts of backing out disappear. How could she refuse the chance to spend some time with Willow? The girl looks so adorable . . . so cute. I dont wanna disappoint her now . . . do I? She did ask me to come after all . . . It would be rude of me to refuse . . . right? I, uh . . . I th-think so, she stammered out, still not sure if she was doing the right thing. Great, Willow replied, grinning madly. She didnt know why she was so excited she went to the Bronze all the time . . . and yet . . . this time Tara was coming along. Why should that make things different? It shouldnt take us long to get there, Willow continued, as Tara stepped outside and closed the door behind her, not with Oz driving . . . Cool, Tara said softly, keeping her eyes locked on the redhead as she spoke. So how you been? Xander asked, as they began walking down the hall. Um . . . f-f-fine th-thanks, Tara stammered shyly. Xander smiled at the young blonde, doing his best to look attentive. He was genuinely interested in Taras response . . . well, interested on a personal level anyway. When hed seen Cordy this morning at schoolall his worst fears had been realized. Their meeting had been so awkward, and uncomfortable, and he was now almost positive shed found someone else. Well, he thought to himself as they rounded the student lounge, if Cordys found someone, then I might as well too . . . and this Tara chick is kinda cuteand shes a college gal, and . . . and . . . Ill show Cordy. Two can play at this game. Started classes yet? Xander ventured, in an attempt to strike up a conversation. If he was gonna come on to the girl, hed have to put on his friendly-hat . . . use all his charm. He knew he had a bit of it somewhere . . . Tara smiled back at Willows oldest friend, thinking how nice he seemed. No wonder he and Willow are best friends, hes definitely got a nice-guy vibe about him. I start c-classes next w-week, she replied. So youre still on holidays? Must be cool . . . he trailed off as they reached a set of doors. What better way to impress a gal, then by acting the role of a gentleman? With that thought, Xander moved to open one of the doors. Ladies . . . he grinned, motioning outside with his hand as he glanced first at Willow, and then at Tara. He gave the blonde an extra long look, and was pleased to notice the instant blush in her cheeks. It means she likes me, he thought to himself. Right? He couldnt be sure thoughhed never been very good at reading a girl. Althoughjudging from her shyness, maybe he did stand a chance with this blonde cutie . . . Willow was oblivious to the look Xander had given Tara, as she and Oz stepped outsidehand in hand. However, she wouldve been blind not to notice once shed turned around. Tara was now heading towards her, while Xander looked on with a glint in his eye, and a smile on his lips. She knew that look wellthat was her best friends prowl-look. Shed never forget the first time shed noticed that look. It was during their sophomore yearwhen Buffy had first arrived. Xander had taken one look at the Slayer, and fallen head-first into a massive case of unrequited attraction. She wouldve felt sorry for him, if she herself hadnt already been suffering from the same thing for years. It served him right, shed figured. At least now he knew how it felt to be madly in love with someone and have them notice you only as a friend. She herself would never be as blind as Xander had been. Willow prided herself in being a very perceptive person and she was almost certain that if a friend of hers ever had romantic feelings for her, shed definitely notice it . . . right . . .? I think Xanders got a thing for your new friend, Oz whispered into Willows earalso having noticed the young mans look. Willow turned to her boyfriend and smiled softly at him. She didnt know how to react to Xanders obvious interest in Tara. For some reason the idea of Xander and Tara made her feel a little uneasy. Why was that? She definitely liked Tara more than she liked Cordyso why the unease? She chose to ignore the feeling though, and responded to her boyfriends observation. I think youre right, she whispered, as Tara began walking towards them. Only I dont think he really knows what hes doing . . . Oz gave Willow a quizzical look, not getting where she was coming from. Cordy, Willow explained. Confusion . . . summer . . . he doesnt know where they stand, and you know Xander . . . I think he wants to get back at Cordy, or . . . She trailed off as Tara and Xander reached their sidenot wanting her words to be overheard. Hey, she greeted instead. Willows actions did not go unnoticed by Tara. Shed seen how cozy Willow and Oz appearedwhispering to one another, acting all couple-y, and she couldnt help feeling a little uncomfortable about it. She knew she didnt stand a chance with Willowthat theyd never be more than just friendsbut that didnt stop her from feeling the way she did. If only she could get over her crush . . . Hey, she forced herself to reply. It wouldnt do to let on how she felt. Friendship was all Willow would ever offer her, and she didnt want to do anything to jeopardize it. Hopefully, shed get over her crush eventually; she just had to keep her emotions in check until she did. Lets go, Xander said eagerly, as he came up behind Tara. I cant wait to show you my sexy dance moves. Tara blushed, caught off guard by Xanders flirting. She smiled shyly at him, and then instinctively looked to Willow for some help. D-d-dance? she asked the redhead nervously. Theres g-g-gonna be d-d-dancing? Willow smiled tenderly at the blonde, as they all began walking towards Ozs van. Only if you want to, she said reassuringly. We usually just sit and listen to the music. Oh . . . Tara replied, feeling a little better. Sure, she liked to dance, but she was afraid that Xander would ask her . . . and she didnt really have the heart to refuse him, but if she didnt, then shed give him the wrong impression. Besides, hadnt Willow said Xander already had a girlfriend? Why was he flirting with her? Hopefully hes just being friendly . . . Im probably over-reacting. Its not like I have that much experience with the whole social thing. Who knows, most guys probably act like Xander, and it doesnt have to mean anything . . . Dont worry about it, Willow continued, as they neared her boyfriends van. You dont have to dance if you dont want to. I think Bellylove is playing tonight, and theyre usually not that great to dance to. Slow dance, maybe Our thing, Oz interrupted, giving his girlfriend a knowing smile, before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. As their lips parted, Willow smiled fondly at her boyfriend. Instantly, her skin began to tingle, and she was surprised to sense a kind of electricity in the air around her. She turned her head towards Tarato ask the girl if she sensed it toobut stopped herself. The electric sensation seemed to be coming from none other than Tara herself, and Willow couldnt help but wonder why. Are you okay? she asked Taraconcern furrowing her brow. Im f-f-fine, Tara stammered, surprised by the girls question. W-w-why do you ask? Your energy, she began, I sensed it . . . it seemed kinda . . . You did? Tara exclaimed with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, she was a little scared that Willow would realize why her energy had become erraticbut on the other hand, she couldnt help but be proud of her student. The girl had sensed a change in her energythats quite an accomplishment for a novice witch, new to the Craft. Yeah, Willow answered her teachers question. I, uh . . . I felt a zing, and then I sensed it coming from you, and I . . . Im f-fine Willow, Tara insisted. I guess Im just a b-b-bit excited, she covered. Ive n-never been to-to the Bronze before and . . . Nuff said, Willow grinned, as they finally reached Ozs van. She quickly let go of his hand, as he moved to unlock the van. Youve never been to the Bronze? Xander asked. N-n-no, Tara replied, turning to look at the flirtatious young man. I-I, uh . . . I j-just got here the other w-w-week. I havent had, um . . . m-m-much of a chance to g-g-go anywhere . . . Well, youre gonna have fun tonight, Xander quipped, as he moved to enter the van. Tara blushed, and followed his lead, taking a seat next to him in the back, while Willow took a seat in the front next to her boyfriend. *** Willow and Tara were sitting together on a couch, as they listened to the sounds of Bellylove crooning in the background. Theyd been at the Bronze for about an hour, and were now waiting for the guys to get back with another round of sodas. You having a good time? Willow asked. Tara smiled in response. Yeah . . . its nice here. We come here all the time, Willow interjected. Its like the only cool place in Sunnydale . . . she frowned as a thought came to her. Although . . . I guess thats why theres always a lot of vampiric activity here . . . V-vampires? Tara voiced nervously. Th-theres v-v-vampires here . . .? Usually, Willow began, before noticing Taras reaction, but dont worry though, she reassured, I havent sensed any near us . . . but then again Im not the Slayer, soI guess I cant really sense them . . . but . . . Willow trailed off as she noticed Oz and Xander coming towards them. Hey, she greeted the guys. Drinks! Here you go, Oz responded by handing a cup to Willow. Xander extended his hand towards Tara. One coke, coming right up. He grinned as Tara took the cup. He could see his entendre had not gone unnoticed, and was pleased to realize that he was responsible for the blush in Taras cheek. Oz took a seat on one side of the couchnext to Willow, while Xander plonked himself down next to Tara. So, Xander began, Will tells me youve been showing her a lot about the magicks? Yeah, she replied softly. Only b-basic stuff though . . . Thats gotta be cool, he continued. What kindsa stuff do you know how to do? Can you turn people into frogs? He grinned at Willow as he asked his last question. The Willster here was afraid youd Xander, Willow interrupted him indignantly. Dont you dare . . . What? Tara asked, wondering why Willow seemed suddenly embarrassed. Xander chuckled, and chose to ignore his best-friends plea. Will here has a fear of frogs . . . Willow frowned and glared at her friend. I do not, she insisted, moving her gaze to meet Taras. I just . . . well, I just dont like em . . . thats all . . . Tara giggled at the childlike pout on Willows lips. You dont like frogs? she asked her gently. They used to scare me, she admitted, when I was a kid . . . Tara gave Willow a warm smile, letting the girl know it was okay. Willow smiled back, and instantly began to feel better. So, anyway, Xander continued, oblivious to the connection between the young Wiccans, like I was askingcan you turn people into frogs? Tara forced herself to look away from Willow, so as to answer Xanders question. Im n-not that p-p-powerful, she explained to the young man. That kind of stuff is dangerousdark magick, and I . . . I d-d-dont re-really like to call on the d-d-dark m-m-magicks. Good to hear, Xander grinned. Last thing we need is another witch who likes to change us into small animals. Did you know, Amy once turned Buffy into a rat Yeah, Willow interrupted, but that was only after you blackmailed her into doing a love spell for you, remember? I didnt think anything would go wrong though, Xander replied defensively. I just wanted Cordy to . . . He trailed off, as thoughts of Cordelia washed over himthoughts of his girlfriend with various good-looking cabana boys. She was kissing them, laughing with themlaughing at him . . . He sighed, and leaned back against the couch, letting Bellyloves depressing ballad soothe him. You okay? Willow asked, noticing her friends sudden change of mood. No, he wasnt okayhe missed Cordy. Im fine Will, he sighed. What he needed, was someone to dance withsomeone to help him forget about Cordy. With that thought, he turned to the blonde sitting next to him, and placed his hand on her knee. You wanna dance, Tara? he asked softly, gently squeezing her knee. I-I-I, Tara stammered, suddenly feeling like shed been cornered. Shed been afraid of this. I d-d-dont . . . I . . . I think I hav-have to go to the, um . . . to the bathroom. With that, she leapt off the couch, and headed towards the nearest restroom. Nice going Xander, Willow let out, feeling strangely annoyed. The sight of Xanders hand on Taras knee had left an unsettling feeling in her stomach. Why was that? See what youve done? she continued. What did I do? He asked, genuinely in the dark about his actions. I think you embarrassed her, Willow replied. I dont think shes used to all this attention and you did kinda come on a bit strong. She stood up and turned to face her best friend, and her boyfriend. Im gonna go see if shes okay. Oz simply smiled in agreement, while Xander looked up ruefully. He still didnt know how hed embarrassed the girl though. Ill just have to apologize, he told himself, for whatever it is Ive done. Man, Ill never understand women! *** Willow entered the restroom, desperate to find Tara. She couldnt believe how flirtatious Xander had been, or how annoyed she was with him. For some reason, she felt kinda protective towards Taraand watching Xanders interaction with her, had grated on Willows nerves in a very unsettling way. Tara, are you okay? She asked, moving to stand next to her friend. The girl was just standing in front of the washroom mirror, taking deep calming breathsusing a relaxation technique Willow had read about yesterday. Yeah, Im fine, Tara whispered, turning around to meet her friends gaze. You dont seem fine, Willow returned. I know Xander was being a bit much, and Im sure hes sorry. He doesnt mean to act like thatits just his nature, and . . . Its not that, Tara replied. No? I just . . . Im . . . I d-d-dont w-w-wanna hurt his f-f-feelings. H-hes a n-n-nice guy, but I . . . Youre not interested? Willow grinned. Hes not your type? Yeah, she replied. I mean, no . . . You are interested? Willow asked, surprised by the notion. Oh no, Tara shook her head, What I mean is, I . . . I . . . She trailed off, unsure whether or not to proceed. She knew Willow was a decent, open-minded person, but a part of her was still afraid of the reaction shed receive once the girl found out the truth about her. Its not like she hadnt already come out at home, and she would inevitably come out here too . . . but was now the right time? Well . . . poor Xander would continue to believe she was rejecting himand she didnt want to hurt his feelings. Shed never been attracted to guys, she didnt know why, she just hadnt. It was yet another thing that made her different from the people around her, so shed come to accept it as givenjust like her magick. Besides, no guy had ever expressed an interest in her before, so it had never been a problem. Although, if she didnt reveal who she really was to these people, then she could never hope to have a real friendship with any of them. Well okay, so she wasnt gonna go and reveal the whole demon thing to em . . . but this was different. That part of her nature wouldnt even be an issue for another year or so, and who knows . . . maybe shed find a cure for it by then . . . a way to bypass it. This was Sunnydale after all, and shed heard of stranger things happening . . . You can tell me, Willow told her friend softly, sensing her struggle. Whatever it is . . . Im . . . Willow smiled encouragingly as Tara trailed off. Im . . . Im n-n-not interested in g-g-guys . . . she whispered, as she dropped her gaze to the floor and used her hair to cover her face, I mean I . . . I l-l-like girls m-m-more, and I d-d-dont w-w-wanna hurt his f-f-feelings, but I . . . I w-wasnt sure if I could, um . . . Come out to us? Willow surmised. The girls revelation had caught her a little off guard. Tara was gay . . . the girl shed instantly connected with was gay. What did it all mean? Tara was interested in girls . . . did that mean she was interested in her? Of course not! Just because a girl was gay, didnt mean she was interested in all girls. Although, why didnt it bother herthe idea that Tara might be interested in her? Deciding not to answer her confusing questions, Willow figured she was simply stoked the girl had told her . . . that she trusted her enough to reveal her sexuality. Thats the only reason her stomach had butterflies in it . . . right? Tara nodded in response to Willows question, still scared to meet her gaze. What had possessed her to be so open about her sexuality? She wasnt ready for the look of revulsion she was sure to see in her friends eyes. To her surprise however, Tara felt Willows hand come to rest on her shoulder. Tentatively, she looked up slowly, and was even more surprised by the affection and understanding she saw in the redheads eye. Im glad you told me, Willow said softly. Dont worry though, I wont tell anyone . . . Oh no, Tara shook her head. Its, um . . . its n-n-not a s-s-secret. I just, um . . . I f-f-find it hard to t-talk to p-people. I mean, I can t-t-talk to you, but . . . Willow beamed at Taras words. The girl felt comfortable talking to her. This thought pleased her immensely. You want me to tell Xander to back off? Tara smiled. I, um . . . I d-dont w-wanna hurt his feelings, but its so h-hard to-to . . . Dont worry about it, Willow replied. Hes used to rejectiondeveloped a pretty thick skin by now too. R-r-really . . .? Totally, Willow replied, giving Taras left shoulder a gentle squeeze with her right hand. Tara closed her eyes at the touch, but opened them up immediately. Now that shed revealed she was gayit became even more important to be on constant alert. She was desperate to hide her secret crush from Willow. Much as the girl seemed understanding, she probably wouldnt understand, or accept the feelings she had for her. This was just something Tara would have to learn how to live with. You ready to head back out there? She asked Tara softly. Tara nodded in response. Okay, she smiled at Willow. *** As the two Wiccans made their way back to the guys, Willow turned towards Tara and smiled adoringly. She felt even closer to Tara now. The very fact that Tara had felt comfortable enough to reveal she was gayspoke volumes to Willow. It showed her how much Tara trusted her, and Willow decided then and there, that shed never do anything to break that trust. Not consciously anyway. Xander looked up as Willow and Tara approached them. Hey Tara, he said softly. Im, uh . . . sorry I . . . Tara flashed Xander a huge smile, as she and Willow reclaimed their seats. Its okay, she reassured, turning to face him head on. You didnt d-d-do anything, um . . . wr-wrong. Good! he beamed. I didnt . . .? I just, um . . . I get it, Xander interrupted, grinning widely at the girl. I was too pushy . . . my bad. Youre not interested, I get it . . . rejectionold friend, how Ive missed you . . . he chuckled. Tara giggled at his playfulness, feeling herself relax a little. She looked up at Willow, and the girl smiled knowingly at her. I told you, Willow smiled. The Xan-mans used to it. Its still a blow to the ego though, he pouted mockingly. First Cordy, and now you . . . Xander, I . . . Tara began, feeling the need to reassure the guy slightly. She didnt want him to feel bad about her lack of interest. Maybe she should just tell him? Its n-n-not you . . . Xander chuckled, before she could continue. I know, I know, he grinned. Ive heard it beforeknow it well . . . But . . . Tara protested, realizing shed gone about it the wrong way. Wh-what I m-m-m-mean is, I . . . I . . . She turned to Willow for help, not sure of how to proceed. As Willow met her friends gaze, she could see the distress in her eye. It almost felt as if she was asking for her help . . . Want me? Willow asked. W-w-what? Tara blushed. She was sure shed misheard the redhead. Willow instantly realized how her words mustve sounded, and could feel her own cheeks burning up. I mean . . . to-to t-tell him, she stammered, giving Tara a shy smile. Tell me what? Xander piped up, alternating his glance from Willow and then to Tara. He then glanced at Oz, wondering if he knew what was going on, but the young werewolf merely shrugged his shoulders. Shes gay, Willow explained, locking her eyes with Taras. She wanted to know if it was all right for her to have said that, and at the girls soft smile, she knew shed done the right thing. Gay? Xander burst out, causing a few people nearby to turn their heads. Xander, Willow chided. Could you be any louder? Oh, he said ruefully, sorry . . . Xander turned towards the blonde, and looked at her with new understanding. He wasnt too sure how he felt about the whole gay-thing, but it did make him feel a little betterknowing it wasnt him she was rejecting, but males in general. So youre gay huh? he asked, deciding to be glib about it. You have a girlfriend? he continued, liking the idea more, and more. He wouldnt mind watching this blonde make out with . . . Xander, Willow leaned across Tara, and gently punched his arm. She knew him well enough to recognize his look. Keep your mind out of the gutter, she grinned. A guy can dream, right? He grinned, rubbing his arm in mock pain. So, do you? He turned back to face Tara. Tara could feel the blush in her cheeks deepening; she wasnt used to being so open about her sexuality. In fact, she wasnt used to all this attention either. People were talking with her for once, not at her, or about her, and it would take some time getting used to. N-n-no, she stammered, lowering her eyes to the floor. No girlfriend. Thats too bad, Xander replied. Hey, maybe we can find you one tonight, he continued, a smirk coming to his lips. I bet theres plenty of girls around here whod date you, he turned his head towards the dance floor, looking over the crowd for a suitable candidate. Ill help you find one, he offered graciously. Tara wasnt sure if Xander was being serious or not, but either way, her embarrassment was increasing. She couldnt believe what was happening. Here she was, sitting in a crowded nightclub, openly discussing her love life with near-strangers. Sunnydale sure was different from home . . . Stop that Xander, Willow piped up, noticing Taras reaction. The girl looked like she wanted a hole in the ground to swallow her upshe was that embarrassed. Youre embarrassing Tara. Just coz you wanna see two girls make out, doesnt give you the . . . I was just trying to be helpful, he defended, flashing Tara a huge smile. Didnt mean to embarrass you, he finished off gently, realizing Willow was right. The girl seemed almost physically distressed as she stared at the ground. Tara looked up slowly, acknowledging the guys apology. Its okay, she said softly. Im j-just n-n-not used to, um . . . so m-m-much at-attention. Okay, Xander smiled, Subject change? Tara nodded eagerly, returning the guys smile. A change of subject would be good. It would give her time to compose herself, and maybe shrink into the background and just listen to what they were saying. She never did feel comfortable around large groups. I wonder what shes doing right now, Willow pondered, deciding to change the subject herself. She could see how uncomfortable Tara was, and figured shed give her some space. Who? Xander replied. Buffy, Willow explained. The Bronze just never seems the same without her. Yeah, Xander agreed, and the slaying isnt getting any easier either. I dont know, Oz interjected. I think were kinda getting a rhythm down. Were losing half the vamps, Xander pointed out. Yeah, Oz conceded, but . . . rhythmically . . . We just need to work on our timing, Willow ventured, I think . . . Xander was about to agree, when he noticed Cordelia enter the club with a few of her friends. No, he began, I know what we need . . . A Vampire Slayer? Oz quipped.
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Posts: 115 (07/06/03 01:23:06) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Next best thing, Xander continued. Whats that? Willow wondered, following Xanders gaze. She sighed when her eyes fell on Cordelia, realizing what he had in mind. Bait, Xander confirmed her suspicions. B-b-bait? Tara asked, her curiousness getting the better of her. Cordelia, Willow explained, moving her gaze to the prom queen. Hes r-really gonna use her as b-bait? Tara asked, not liking the idea. Hes used her for worse, Willow quipped. I resent that, Xander grinned. W-well it sounds, um . . . d-d-dangerous . . . Tara continued. Its only Cordelia, Willow explained. You dont like her? Tara asked, noting the undertone in Willows voice. Its not that, she began, well, actually it is that . . . sort of. You see, Cordelias like this way popular prom-queen type person, and ever since grade school, shes made it her job to pick on me. Oh . . . Although, now that shes dating Xanderor was dating him, shes been a lot nicer, and shes even a part of the Scooby gang . . . What? Willow smiled at her friend. Its what we call ourselves, she explained. Were the Scoobieswe help Buffy out with research, and . . . Tara chuckled, understanding the reference. I get it, she interrupted. Its cute. We should go now, Xander ventured. Ill let her highness know what the plan is, and well meet you at your van. Sounds like a plan, Oz agreed. *** A minute later, Xander and Cordelia had made their way to Ozs vanwhere the rest of the Scoobies were waiting for them. Hey guys, Cordelia greeted the gang, her eyes falling to rest on Tara. Who are you? she demanded, before turning towards Xander. Is this your demon-girl-of-the-month? she asked him. Youve replaced me with someone who looks like she does all her shopping at the Salvation Army? I knew you were desperate, but I didnt know youd sunk so low as to . . . Tara was startled by Cordelias choice of words. Demon-girl? Why did she call me demon-girl? Does she know . . . how could she know? Whats going on here . . .? She was just joking . . . right? Yeah, its a joke . . . Tara did her best to reassure herself that Cordelias words meant nothing, but she couldnt hide the look of distress on her facenot from Willow anyway. Hey, Willow interrupted the bitchy prom-queennoticing her friends reaction. Leave Tara alone. Shes a really powerful witch, and if youre not careful shell . . . Shell what? Cordy demanded. Turn me into stone? she chuckled. No, worse, Willow replied. Shell give you an everlasting bad hair-day. Oooh, Im shaking, Cordelia replied mockingly. And how come youre defensive girl? Is she like youre girlfriend or something? What? Oz not cutting it for you anymore? Tara blushed at Cordelias words, realizing why Willow disliked the girl so much. Cordelia sure was a little overbearing, no . . . more like forthright. Tara couldnt really sense anything inherently bad emanating from her. Whats more, she didnt like to judge people until she knew them better . . . not everything was always as it appeared to be. Willow just glared at Cordelia, refusing to let the girl see how furious she was getting. Although, she too couldnt help blushing a little at Cordelias words. Tara as her girlfriend . . . Why did that have a strangely pleasant ring to it? Willow forced down her thoughts, not wanting to dwell in her confusion. She wasnt gay, so why even harbor thoughts of her and Tara together . . . ? Shes like Willows magick teacher, Xander explained. She doesnt have a girlfriend at the moment . . . although I did see this one girl whod be perfect for her. She was moving towards the dance floor as we were . . . You mean shes gay? Cordelia exclaimed. Willows friend is a big ole lesbo? You have a problem with that? Willow asked defensively, her mood shifting drastically. Her protective nature had suddenly kicked in, and if Cordelia thought she would get the chance to say another bad thing about Tara, then she was sorely mistaken. Realizing shed gone too far, Cordelia decided to back off a bit. Shed never seen Willow look this angry before. No problem here, she smiled, turning her head towards Oz. So, you gonna drive me home or what? I cant go out on patrol in this dress . . . its an original. I have to change into my Rambo gear if you want me to . . . Not a problem, Oz interrupted, moving to unlock the passenger side of his van. *** An hour later, Willow, Tara, Oz, Xander, and Cordelia, were walking along a path at the cemetery. Tara was quite nervous, shed never been on a vampire hunt before, and the idea of facing a blood-sucking fiend terrified her. Willow had offered to take her home first, but shed insisted on coming with them. She didnt want to look like a coward in front of Willow, and besidesshe still didnt like the idea of Willow patrolling for vampires every night. However, if she came alongthen at least she could keep an eye on her, do her best to make sure nothing happened to Willow. Why do I have to be bait? Cordelia whined, as they continued walking. Im always bait. Why cant Willow be bait? Hes already seen Willow, Xander pointed out. And could you complain louder so that all the vampires leave? Well, he hasnt seen Tara, Cordy continued. Let the new-girl take a dive. Were not using her as bait, Willow said vehemently. Shes never seen a vampire before, she might get hurt. Willows right, Oz agreed. She wouldnt know what to do. Youve got experience. He stopped walking as they came upon a wide clearing, with bushes surrounding it. I think this is a good spot. Is everyone packing? Xander pulled out a stake, while Willow pulled out both a cross and a stake, and handed the cross to Tara. Lets do it, Oz ventured, satisfied that everyone was weaponed-up. Everyone split up and moved to hide in separate directions. Willow motioned to Tara to come with her however. This was Taras first time on patrol, and she didnt want the girl to get hurt. Come with me, Willow smiled. I wanna make sure youre okay. Tara blushed at Willows concern. Okay, she replied, as they made their way towards one of the bushes, leaving Cordelia completely out in the open. Cordelia looked around the exposed clearing, and decided to follow Xander. She didnt like being bait. Im doing this for Buffys sake, she told him. This has nothing to do with you. Yeah, Xander began sarcastically, like I needed that cleared up. He paused when he reached a suitable hiding spot. Go away, he told her. This is my hiding spot. Where do I hide? You dont hide, he sighed. Youre bait, he waved his arms around, go act bait-y. Whats the plan? Cordelia ignored his directive. The vampire attacks you, Xander explained, annoyed with her presence. And then what? The vampire kills you, he quipped. We watch, we rejoice. Willow sighed as she heard the two arguing from behind the bushes. Everythings a joke with you, Cordelia continued. No, Xander replied, just our relationship. What relationship? Willow sighed again. If they keep this up, Ill stake em myself. She turned to face Tara and rolled her eyes, letting the girl know her frustration. Tara chuckled softly. Shes looks so cute when she does that . . . Oh, thats right, Xander let out indignantly, I forgot. We actually want to bury that piece of the past. Dont we? Cordelia glared at him in response. Let me ask, he continued, ignoring her look, how long did it take you to forget me? Were you still taxiing down the runway, or was it actually in the cab? Oh, yeah . . .! Cordelia yelled out. Mr. Faithful? You probably met up with some hot little Inca Mummy Girl. Yeah! I heard about her. Willow and Tara were so preoccupied watching the couples argument, that they hadnt noticed the vampire Andrew (whod gotten away from them the previous night), had begun to sneak up behind them. Help!!! Willow screamed as the vamp tackled her to the ground. Tara looked on in shock, as the blood-sucker attacked her student. She had no idea what to do, but the sight of Willow in trouble spurred her on. She stopped thinking, and all her instincts kicked in. Ignoring the fear in her veins, she pressed her cross to the vampires back, causing him to let go of Willow as he arched in pain. Aaaaargh, he growled at Tara, deciding to lunge for her instead. Youll pay for that. Tara instinctively began to run as the vampire chased after herall the while muttering a few choice Latin words under her breath. She then turned around as a veil of smoke escaped from her fingersclouding the vamps sight. Andrew rubbed at his eyes, while Tara doubled back so that she could help Willow up off the ground. She put the girls arm around her shoulder, guiding her up so they could make their escape. They were too slow however, and Andrew had quickly turned back after them. He was almost upon them, when Oz lunged at him from the side. The young werewolf had heard his girlfriends screams, and had instantly rushed towards them. He reached out with his stake, but the vamp was too powerful, and pushed him to the ground. Willow and Tara turned back at the commotion, and instantly rushed to Ozs side. Xander meanwhile had decided to lend his hand, and was now struggling with the vamp, as Andrew pushed him to the ground. Needing to help, Cordy decided to launch a back-end attack, and leapt on top of Andrew. This served to push the vamp down onto the stake in Xanders hand, causing him to crumble into a pile of ash. Looking down at Xander, Cordelia felt a huge rush of emotion wash over her. Xander felt it too, and within seconds, they reached for each other, and fused their lips together passionately. This was where they belonged, and it felt so good to be in each others arms againespecially after all that sexy danger. Willow and Tara turned back from the sight of the love-birds reunion, as they helped Oz up off the ground. Are you okay? Tara asked the young man softly, genuinely concerned. Hed done his best to save them from the vampire, and she hoped he wasnt hurt. Oz ran his hands down his sides, dusting off the dirt. Yeah, he smiled at the blonde. No big. Just a little bruised. You sure? Willow asked, looking him over intently. Oz smiled at his girlfriend, and reached for her hands. Im fine Will, he said softly, placing a quick kiss on her cheek. Willow smiled back, and then turned towards Tara. That was some spell, she said, as Oz let go of her hands, and wrapped them around her waisthugging her from behind. You gotta teach it to me . . . Tara grinned at Willows enthusiasm. Okay, she replied. W-w-when youre r-r-ready. Im ready now, Willow exclaimed, grinning widely. Tara chuckled. You n-n-need to practice your con-concentration more . . . Willow pouted. But soon . . .? Tara chuckled again. Soon, she said with a smile. Cool, Willow smiled, realizing Tara was right. Anyway, she continued, you gotta come on patrol with us from now on. Your magicks amazing, and with spells like thatwho needs a Slayer? If you want me to, Tara replied, blushing at the compliment. Great, Willow beamed. Welcome to the Scooby gang. Taras smile widened, and her blush deepened. Shed never been part of a group before, and couldnt help feeling pleased. Yeah, Oz agreed. Welcome to the gang. He smiled at the shy blonde, before continuing. So, ready to head back? Okay, Tara replied, turning her gaze towards Xander and Cordelia. B-b-but what about th-them? Leave em, Willow giggled. Im sure theyll be fine. This was long overdue. With that, they quickly made their way to Ozs van, where he proceeded to drop off first Tara, and then Willow, before heading off home himself. All in all, it had been a very productive night, he thought. Although, a part of him couldnt forget the revelation that Tara was gay. He could see the connection between her and Willow, and his Wolfie-senses tingled whenever the two girls looked at one another. However, as far as he knewWillow was not gay, and she wasnt the type to cheat on him. Hed just have to trust her . . . *** Willow and Tara were sitting on Taras bed the next day, as Willow practiced her energy control. Tara had set the task of maneuvering a pencil around the roomcontrolling its every movement. She wanted Willow to master the ability of controlling her energy, so that when she did finally attempt something more powerful, she wouldnt accidentally hurt herself or anyone else. Control was a big part of magickand everything had to remain in complete balance. Thats why concentration was also important, which is why Tara had given her that book yesterday. Willow needed to keep her mind clear of all thoughts, bar that of what she was trying to achieve. Later, when she became more adept at focusing her mind, shed be able to consciously multi-task her thoughts, but for right nowcomplete concentration on only one thing at a time was her best bet. That in itself was a hard thing to carry outnot many people could focus on only one thought for too long. Most peoples thoughts tended to wander, and they became distracted, until they were no longer even aware of what theyd been thinking about to begin with. Once Willow had mastered the task, shed expand to concentrating on only two things at once, then on three, until eventually, shed be able to concentrate on as many thoughts as she wanted towithout letting her thoughts wander. This way, shed be in total control of her power, and of herself. Although, even Tara had yet to manage more than two simultaneously controlled thoughts at once. However, given Willows innate magickal ability and intelligence, Tara was certain it wouldnt take the redhead long to master the skill. Youre doing great Willow, Tara praised her student, as she brought the pencil back down to the bed. You wanna try something even harder? Of course she did. Willow grinned at her teacher in response. You have to ask? she quipped. Tara chuckled, before replying. Well, its not too much harder than what youve been d-doing. I just thought you might w-wanna try writing with the p-pencil. Tara stood up, and walked to where Willow had dumped her book-bag, and took out a notebook. Im gonna hold this up, she continued, opening the notebook to a blank page, and I w-want you to write your name, address, and telephone number on it. Tara knew how difficult the task would be, but she had every confidence in Willow. In fact, she had more confidence in Willow, than the redhead had in herself. Willow wasnt sure if she was ready to manipulate a pencil that strategically. Shed only just managed to master moving it around the room, but the look in Taras eye spurred her on. Her teacher seemed to have no doubts about her abilities, and Willow wanted to make her proud. Ill try, she ventured, giving Tara a soft smile. You can do it, Tara reassured, holding the book up to face Willow. You ready? Willow nodded, taking a deep breath before she focused her energy. It didnt take her long to levitate the pencil off the bed. A few seconds later, shed moved it slowly towards Tara, so that it was now hovering right in front of her notebook. Tara smiled encouragingly, noticing Willows sudden hesitation. Just concentrate, she guided. Its just like moving it around the room, only n-now youre using sm-smaller movements. Smaller movements . . . Right, Tara replied. Focus your energy, and youll be fine. Taking another deep breath, Willow focused her energy, intermingling it with the pencils. She could feel the energy pouring out of her body, as she concentrated on moving the pencil. Smaller movements, she reminded herself. Move the pencil slowly, focus your thoughts, and dont move it too fast. She was apparently doing something right, because a moment later, the pencil had made first contact with the paper, and was now slowly moving down as it drew the first line of the letter W. Tara remained quiet, allowing Willow to focus in silence. She couldnt help beaming thoughWillow was a natural. Shed known her student could do it, and as she finished the last stroke in the final W of her first name, Tara couldnt contain her elation any longer. I knew you could do it, Tara burst out, causing Willows concentration to falter for a moment. This caused the pencil to cease its writing, and fall to the floordrawing a large line on the paper during its descent. Willow sighed as she dropped the pencil, cursing her lack of control. I lose my concentration for one second, and . . . man, Im totally hopeless . . . Im sorry, Tara apologized, noticing the disappointment on Willows face. I-I st-startled you . . . Willow shook her head. No, its my fault. I shouldve been concentrating harder. Im hopeless . . . Tara put the notebook down on her desk, and moved back towards the bed. She took a seat next to her student, and reached for her hands. Youre not hopeless Willow, she insisted, locking her eyes with the redheads. You just need to practice your concentration. Besides, this is the first time youve tried it, and it takes most people months to do what you did. Really? Willow asked, unwittingly squeezing Taras hands. Tara grinned in response. Really! Im, uh . . . very proud of you . . . you pick things up so quickly. I do? Willow replied, blushing at her teachers words. She looked deep into Taras eyes, and could see the sincerity behind them. You just n-need to practice, Tara continued, as she began to lose herself in Willows gaze. The girl had the most enchanting green eyes, and the sensation of their linked hands . . . the warmth running through her body as Willow squeezed them . . . well, it was causing all sorts of sparkly sensations to run through her body. Practice, Willow whispered, wondering why her heart was racing, why the air in the room suddenly felt so thick, and why she couldnt tear her eyes away from Taras. Tara could only nod, as her breathing became heavy, and her thumbs began to unwittingly form small circles against the top of Willows hand. Yeah . . . practice . . . Willow sighed, taking in the sensation of Taras touch. Mmm, she thought to herself. This feels so good . . . her skin is so soft . . . and her eyes . . . oh God, theyre so beautiful . . . and shes proud of me . . . she thinks Im a good student . . . A sudden knock on the door startled the two girls, and they instantly unlinked their hands. Tara looked away quickly, as she leapt up to answer the door. She just hoped Willow hadnt noticed how flushed shed gotten . . . how close shed been to doing something catastrophiclike actually kissing her students lips . . . Willow watched in silence, as Tara rushed for the door. She couldnt help but wonder why her breathing was so shallow, and why her skin felt all tingly from Taras touch. It had to be a magick thing . . . transference of energy . . . right? What else could it be? She refused to answer the question thoughthe possible answers were just too improbable to contemplate . . . too confusing. Hi Oz, Tara smiled, as she locked eyes on Willows boyfriend. Oz? Willow looked up, surprised to see him here. I thought we werent going on patrol for another hour . . . Tara moved aside to let the young man through, closing the door behind him. I brought dinner, he explained, holding up a pizza box. Actually, dinner was just an excuse; a part of him had wanted to surprise his girlfriend. Ever since hed found out Tara was gay, he simply couldnt shake the feeling that something might happen between the two Wiccans. He knew he was probably just being paranoid, and did his best to squelch his fears. However, he hadnt seen anything wrong in surprising his girlfriend . . . bringing around some dinner. Its not like he was checking up on her. Hed never do that . . . Mmm, Willow smiled, getting up off the bed, a dinner bringing boyfriend, she quipped, taking the pizza box from him. Oz moved to kiss her lips in greeting, but Willow had already turned aroundmoving to sit back on the bed. Willow knew her boyfriend had wanted to kiss her, but after the intense moment shed just shared with Taraa part of her had felt a little uncomfortable with allowing the kiss to take place. This confused Willow, but she forced the thoughts out of her mind. Now was not the time to think about this. Oz felt a little disgruntled by what he took to be Willows rejection, but decided not to make an issue out of it. He was just being too sensitive, he figured. He was already feeling wigged about Willow and Tara, and he was just projecting. Thats all it was . . . theres nothing going on between them . . . right? So, whatve you guys been up to? he asked, joining Willow on the bed. Pencil floating, Tara answered, as she too made her way over to the bed. She took a seat next to Willow, and smiled at Oz. Shes getting really good at it. Willow blushed, opening the pizza box and taking a sliceso as to hide her embarrassment. Not really, she mumbled, as she took her first bite. Mmm, she moaned, nice pizza. Pepperoni and mushroom, Oz replied, taking a slice for himself, your favorite. Willow smiled at her boyfriend, before taking another bite. Try some, she turned to Tara, its really good. The blonde complied, and had to agree with Willow. Youre right, she smiled, its good pizza. The three of them ate in silence for a while, as a weird uneasiness filled the room. Oz could sense that something had gone down between the two Wiccansbut he didnt know what. Furthermore, their shared moment made both girls feel a little guilty, but it was worse for Willow. The girl still wasnt quite ready to admitor even acknowledgethat something had happened between her and Tara. Willow was still in denial about her confusing reaction to the blonde Wiccan, and as such was even more confused as to why she felt guilty. All she knew was that Ozs presence in Taras room didnt sit well with her, and she had no idea why she felt like that. No conscious idea anyway. When the three teens had polished off all the pizza, they decided to make their way over to the Espresso Pump for something to drink. Caffeine always helped keep Willow pepped up during patrol, and Tara figured itd do her some good as well. *** Unlike last night, Xander had offered to play the role of bait, which is why all the Scoobiessans Xanderwere now keeping a low-profile in a back-alley near the Bronze. At the sound of what seemed like a struggle, Cordy picked up her walkie-talkiewhich shed gotten especially for her and Xander. If she had to go with the Rambo lookshe might as well go all out. Come in Nighthawk! she spoke into the device. Everything okay? The gang listened for a response, but when none was forthcoming, they began to get worried. Their worries were increased, as they heard the clash of trash cans. Somethings wrong, Cordy burst out. They all nodded in agreement, as they rushed towards the sounds of fighting. Upon reaching the scene, they spied the vampire they were hunting, and noticed he was pinning a petite blonde girl against a fence. Willow, Tara and Cordelia moved towards the vamp, and dragged him off his victim. Mustering all their strength, they forced the demon into a steel roll-up door, slamming him as hard as they could. The vamp wasnt too pleased with this, and made a dive for the girls. Thats when Oz lunged at him with a stake, but the vamp was too powerful, and used a roundhouse kick to push the werewolf onto the ground. He landed right next to Xander, whod obviously been thrown to the ground himself. Turning around, the vamp made another move towards the girls, only this time Tara was ready for him. Shed already finished reciting the words of her spell, and was now holding her hands up as smoke poured out from them. This forced the vamp to become momentarily disoriented, which gave Willow the opportunity to get close to him. With all her force, she plunged the stake directly into his chesteffectively piercing his heart. She smiled as the vamp turned to dust, and moved to face her teacher. Nice job Tara, she grinned. You too, Tara replied. Good staking. The girls smiled at each other, as Cordelia made her way over towards Xander. You okay? She asked him softly. Cordys question brought Willow out of her daze, and she realized Oz was lying down on the ground as well. Tara realized it too, and the two Wiccans quickly moved towards the young werewolfs side. You okay Oz, Willow asked, offering a hand to help him up. Tara offered her own hand as well, and the two girls quickly helped the young man to his feet. Thanks, he smiled at the two girls. The petite blonde chose that moment to speak up. Shed been watching the proceedings in a state of shock, marveling at the efficiency of the group. Well done, she began, getting the attention of all the Scoobies. I see you guys dont really need me around anymore, she quippedonly half joking. Buffy!? Every onebut Tara and Xander, exclaimed. They were all surprised by the Slayers presence. Hey guys, she grinned. Buffy made a point of glancing at everyone individually for a brief moment, until her gaze landed on the unfamiliar blonde. This girl was obviously a witchbut who was she, and when did she join the Scooby gang? There were definitely a lot of changes during her absence, and a part of her felt a little disgruntled by the gangs efficiency. She was the Slayerthe only one capable of effectively reducing the vampire populationso why did the gang have to be so good at it, without her no less? And who was this blonde witch? Was she dangerous? Had she put a spell on everyoneis that why they were so good with the Slaying? Youre new . . . Buffy spoke to the blonde. Oh, Tara blushed, feeling slightly intimidated. The girl talking to her was none other than The Slayera very powerful and important person, and Tara had never been good around authority figures. I-I-I-Im T-T-T-T-T-Tara . . . She smiled at the Slayer, cursing her tendency to stutter when nervous.
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Posts: 115 (07/06/03 01:26:06) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Willow noticed the girls uneasiness, and moved to her side. She smiled reassuringly at Tara, and grasped her hand. My teacher of magicks, she explained to Buffy, squeezing Taras hand gently. Shes a really powerful witch. So Ive seen, Buffy replied. Is she dangerous? she turned to face Tara. Are you dangerous? Tara shook her head vehemently, feeling slightly afraid. She wasnt dangerous in the slightestunless you count the half-demon thing her dad had told her about . . . but that wouldnt become an issue for a while yet . . . Shes not dangerous, Willow let out harshly, annoyed with the Slayers question. How dare she ask that about Tara? Shed been gone all summer, hadnt even sent a single letter, ignored em all, not even cared enough to let em know she was still alive . . . and now she had the gall to question Tara . . . Willow turned towards her new friend and teacher, and gave her a reassuring smile, as she squeezed her hand again. Dont worry about her, she said softly. Buffys just doing the Slayer thing, she turned back to face Buffy, which she wouldnt have to be if shed been around all summer, she finished off sarcastically. Buffy was taken aback by Willows reaction. The girl seemed almost angry with her . . . shed never seen Willow so defensive. Sure, shed figured the gang would be a little upset with her, but shed expected that they wouldve at least been happy to see her . . . Noticing the awkwardness, Oz decided to break the silence. Welcome back Buffy, he said, extending his hand towards the Slayer. Buffy turned away from Willow, so as to greet Ozdeciding to let the girls reaction go for now. Hey Oz, she shook his hand. Yeah, Cordelia interjected, welcome back Buffy. The Slayer turned towards Cordelia and smiled in acknowledgement, before turning her gaze back to Willow. Her best friend was still looking slightly disgruntled with her, and it gave Buffy an uneasy feeling in her stomach. What had the world come to, when she got a friendlier greeting from Cordelia, than she did from her best friend? Maybe she shouldnt have come back after all . . .? So Buff, Xander spoke up, deciding it was his turn to break the tension. You seen Giles yet? Buffy shook her head, Not yet. I just got back a few hours ago . . . figured you guys might be at the Bronze, so . . . Well, Im sure he cant wait to see you, Xander interrupted. Why dont we go there now . . .? Willow liked that idea. Giles had taken Buffys absence really hard this whole summer, and he deserved some good news. Yeah, Willow voiced her thoughts. Why dont we go and see Giles? Im sure hed be thrilled to know his Slayer is back. She gave Buffy a stern look. Hes been a real sour-puss this summerall concerned and everything. You have no idea how worried he was. Every time the phone rang, oror whenever he got rumors of you . . . I think he used up all his frequent flyer miles in one week, and . . . and . . . Tara could see how distressed Willow was gettingcould see she was about to continue rambling on, so she gently squeezed her students hand. Will, she whispered to her. Its okay . . . Willow paused at Taras words, and smiled at the blonde, silently thanking her. Sorry, she turned ruefully to Buffy, I, uh . . . I guess I got carried away . . . All Buffy could do was nod. Willows words had really cut into hermade her feel a little guilty. She hadnt realized how much her absence had affected Giles. Shed just assumed hed miss her, but that hed be okaythat hed understand she needed some space, and that shed be back eventually. Suddenly, she didnt really relish going over there. Maybe we should wait till tomorrow . . . she ventured. No dice, Xander exclaimed. Hed never forgive usknowing you were back, and not telling him . . . well . . . it just wouldnt be fair. Oz nodded his head. Xanders right. I can drive us all there in a few minutes. Thats settled then, Willow continued, letting go of Taras hand. She hadnt realized shed held on to it the whole time . . . its just that holding Taras hand had felt so right, and a part of her hadnt wanted to let it go. Were off to see Giles. With that, she began walking to where Oz had parked his van, not waiting for a response. Tara quickly followed behind her, as did Oz and Cordelia. Xander gave one last smile to Buffy, before doing the same thing. Buffy watched in silence as the Scoobies headed towards Ozs van, and realized she didnt really have a choice in the matter. Taking a deep breath, she resigned herself to the situation, and quickly joined up with the group. *** On their way to Giles apartment, Tara had asked Oz to drop her off at her dorm. She realized that the reunion between a Slayer and a Watcher was a very intimate thing, and she somehow didnt feel comfortable being around to witness it. Willow had done her best to assure her it would be okaythat she was just as welcomed as any of them, but Tara had remained firm with her decision. She was now lying on her bed, in total darkness, wondering what was happening at Gileswondering if Willow was okay. Shed sensed the conflicting emotions running through her friend when the Slayer had shown up. Whats more, she remembered Willows outburst the day theyd first met, and knew without a doubt, that the Slayers return would now be causing more than a little angst for her young student. Maybe she should call herask her if she was okay? For some reason, Tara couldnt shake the feeling that Willow was troubled. It was as if the connection she shared with the redhead transcended all physical boundaries. Glancing at her clock, she realized it was latebut it had only been an hour since shed been driven back to her dorm, so Willow probably wasnt even home yet, let alone asleep . . . Half an hour later, Tara still couldnt shake her uneasiness. With a soft sigh, she got out of bed, and headed towards the phone. Shed never get to sleep tonightnot unless she knew Willow was okay. Just as her hand reached for the receiver, Tara almost jumped out of her skin. The shrill ring coming from it had startled her immensely. Who could be calling her at this hour? She smiled as she answered her own question, and quickly picked up the receiver. Willow? She spoke softly into the phone. Willow was surprised to hear her name coming from Taras lips. How had the girl known it was her? Howd you know it was me? she asked, voicing her thoughts. Tara grinned from the other end. Magick . . . she quipped. Magick? Yeah, Tara returned. I could sense you needed to talk. Really? Willow asked in surprise, wondering if Tara was teasing her. I was just about to call you myself, Tara admitted. I figured youd wanna talk about Buffy . . . Willow was completely taken aback by Taras words. It was almost as if the girl had read her mindas if their connection ran a lot deeper than she realized. Whats more, Taras obvious concern for her pleased Willowgave her a very warm feeling. You read my mind, Willow said in wonder. Its amazing. Tara blushed at Willows compliment. N-not really, she said modestly. I just re-remembered what you said the other dayhow upset you were about Buffy, and I . . . I figured now that she was b-back, youd, um . . . youd f-f-feel all awkward, and . . . and w-w-want to t-talk about it . . . You figured right, Willow repliedstill in awe of her teachers perceptiveness. Shed hesitated at calling Tara, figuring shed be asleep or something. However, she was just so upset, and her emotions were so tangled, that shed been unable to resist. She desperately needed to talk to someone, and Tara was the only one she could think of. She knew the girl wouldnt mindbeing the person she was, all kind and gentle, and understanding. Thats why shed forced down her guilt at calling so late, and before she knew what she was doing, shed dialed Taras number. Tara grinned into the phone, before replying. S-s-so, she ventured. W-what hap-happened tonight? We talked, Willow replied, only . . . it was kinda, you know . . . uncomfortable. I had no idea what to say to her, and she-she wants to meet tomorrow, but I . . . I dont know if I can, and . . . and, I r-really missed her, but now that shes back . . . You dont know how to handle it? Tara guessed. Willow nodded on the other end of the phone. Yeah . . . she sighed. Youre angry . . . Tara continued wisely, you f-feel like she . . . she abandoned you? Willow was nodding her head vigorously now, marveling at Taras perceptiveness. The girl should become a psychologistshe was totally in tune with human nature. Well, in tune with her nature anyway. She left, Willow sighed, and now she expects things to be all fine and . . . and she didnt even apologize. She acts as if n-nothings wrong and we can all pick up where we left off. She doesnt care that shes practically ruined our lives for the past three months . . . with the worry, and the slaying, and the worry . . . How could she not have called? Doesnt she know how to pick up a phone, or even write a letter? How hard is that? I cant believe anyone could be so selfish. She was my best friend, and she left . . . abandoned us . . . and why didnt she apologize? Doesnt she care about us? No! Of course she doesnt. Shes the big all-mighty Slayer. The world revolves around her . . . were just her sidekicks . . . good for a laugh when shes around, there to pick up the slack when shes gone . . . but not worthy enough to apologize to. I cant believe it. Shes just so . . . so . . . insensitive . . .! Oh, God Tara . . . I missed her so much, I . . . I . . . Tara listened in silence, as Willow vented her emotions. She could tell the girl didnt really need any advice right now. All she needed was someone to talk to; someone whod listen to her. It tore at Taras heartstrings thoughhearing the anguish in Willows voice. She desperately wished the girl was here with her . . . that way she could comfort her . . . hold her close . . . envelop her with a calming energy . . . help her relax . . . Willow, she said softly, as an idea came to her. Willow stopped her rambling when she heard Tara whisper her name. She always loved how Tara spokeall soft, and gentle, and calming. Tara was the gentlest person shed ever met. Mmmm? she inquired. What did Tara want? Are you alone? Tara asked. I mean, are-are you in your b-bedroom? Willow furrowed her brow in confusion. Why was Tara asking her that? Um, yeah . . . she began hesitantly. Why do you ask? Do you have a-a speaker-phone? Tara continued. You want me to put you on speaker? Willow asked, becoming even more confused. Yeah, Tara replied. Please . . . Getting up off her bed, Willow returned the cordless to its handset, and switched the machine to speaker. Here you go, she told the blonde, complying with her wisheseven though she didnt know the purpose behind it. How could she refuse her teacher anything? Thanks, Tara grinned, pleased with Willows actions. She hadnt expected the girl to be so quick to do as she saidwithout even questioning her motives. It showed her how much Willow trusted her, and it left a very warm pleasant feeling in her chest. I want you to do something, Tara began, deciding it was time to fill Willow in on her idea. Its gonna help you relax, she explained. Okay, Willow agreed, wondering what it was. Go ahead and place your demand, she quipped. Im at your service. Tara chuckled at Willows wordspleased that despite her mood, the girl could still dish out a joke. Im gonna guide you, Tara informed her. Help you relax . . . You mean like meditation? Willow asked, suddenly getting what Tara had in mind. Yeah, Tara confirmed. A-a guided meditation. My . . . my mom used to do this with me whenever I got upset . . . whenever my dad . . . she trailed off, realizing she was about to reveal too much. Anyway, it um . . . it should help you c-calm down . . . Okay, Willow grinned, moving towards her bed. She quickly pulled down the covers, and crawled under them. Im lying down now, she told her teacher. Tell me what to do. With that, Tara proceeded to guide her student into a state of calmness. She used the same technique her mom always did, and before long she could clearly hear Willows steady breathing. The girl was asleep. Thats why her mom always used this technique when her dad yelled at her . . . threatened her . . . hurt her . . . After those moments, Tara would be shaking with feartoo scared to even go to sleepwhich is where the mediation came in. She quickly became so relaxed, and so at peace, that she soon forgot about all her troubles, as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Whats more, the next morning shed wake up feeling totally refreshed, as if the night before hadnt even happened. She was glad shed managed to do the same for Willow. She hoped that by tomorrow, the girls emotions would be a lot steadier, and that shed be able to look at the situation with clearer eyes. Goodnight Willow, she whispered into the phone, sweet dreams . . . She chose not to hang up the phone, deciding instead to leave the connection open all night. She walked silently back to bed and crawled under the coversfalling asleep to the sweet sound of Willows steady breathing in the background. *** The next morning, it took Willow a moment to realize where the sound of calm, steady breathing was coming from. Tara had obviously left the connection open all night, and this brought a smile to Willows face. Shes so sweet, Willow thought to herself. She mustve stayed on the phone so as not to wake me . . . now thats what I call thoughtful. She couldnt help feeling all warm and tingly at the thought of it. Willow didnt really want to wake Tara up, but realized they couldnt leave their phone connection going all day. Tara, she said softly, not wanting to startle the girl. Can you hear me? She waited a moment, before continuing. Tara, its um . . . its me . . . Willow. Can you hear me? She could hear a soft rustling from the other end of the phone, letting her know that Tara was stirring. Hey Tara, she spoke again. Morning . . . Mmmm, Tara moaned, still half-asleep. Willow? Yeah . . . Willow smiled, howd you sleep? Tara blinked a few times, taking a moment to register where Willows voice was coming from. Oh, the phone . . . H-h-hi Willow, she said softly, sitting up slightly. Morning. Hey, um . . . Tara . . . thanks for last night. It was, um . . . No problem, Tara interrupted, not wanting to make a big deal about it. Yeah, well . . . thanks . . . Willow insisted, feeling the need to express her gratitude. Youre welcome, Tara replied shyly. It was then that Willow spied the clock on her bedside table, and realized how late it was. Oh no, she sighed. What? Im gonna be late for school, Willow replied. She leapt out of bed, moving immediately towards her closet, in a desperate attempt to find something to wear. Tara smiled, listening in silence to the sound of Willows frantic movements. I should let you go . . . she ventured, crawling out of bed. Willow paused at Taras voice. Oh . . . yeah . . . I guess, she began slowly. Ill see you this afternoon though . . . after school. Okay. With that, Tara hung up the phone, and Willow quickly followed suit. She was left with a really warm feeling in her chest thoughone which remained with her all day. * After school, Willow went straight to Tarasdespite having promised Buffy shed meet her at the Espresso Pump. Even though Taras little meditation thing had calmed her down a fair bit, she still felt a little uncomfortable about meeting with the Slayer. Besides, she reasoned with herself. Buffy hadnt even bothered to ask if she had plansshed just assumed she was free, practically demanded her company, as if they hadnt been estranged for the past three months. The Slayer didnt deserve her courtesy . . . not when she hadnt been courteous herself . . . Although, a part of her couldnt help but feel a little guilty for deciding to stand her friend up. Maybe she should call . . . let her know she was busy . . . tell her they could meet another time . . .? But why should she? Did Buffy call during the three months she was gone? Did Buffy call to let her know she was okay . . . that she missed them . . . that shed be back eventually? No! The Slayer hadnt calledshed been too wrapped up in her own problems to care about the effect her actions had on her friends. It would serve her rightgive her a taste of her own medicine . . . As she knocked on Taras door, Willow couldnt help but wonder if she was being too harsh on her friend. She knew the Slayer mustve felt lousy about killing Angelus . . . and the whole wanted for murder rap wouldnt have been a nice thought to have hovering over you. So why hadnt she talked to her about it? Didnt Buffy trust her? She wouldve loved to be there for her best friend, and it hurt her terribly that she wouldnt let her. Why did Buffy have to shut her out? What was so wrong with her, that her friends didnt even feel like they could talk to her? Sure, she might not understand exactly what Buffy was going through, but she didnt need to understand in order to be there for her. Hey Willow, Tara greeted her, bringing the redhead out of her thoughts. Howre you feeling? Willow smiled at her new friend, deciding then and there shed never shut Tara outnot like Buffy always did with her. Knowing what it felt like to wanna help someone, and then be unable to, Willow didnt want anyone to feel that wayespecially not Tara. Even though shed just met the girl, she already felt as if they were good friends. It wasnt every day you met someone you instantly connected with . . . someone whod listen to your pain . . . whod comfort you . . . after only having known you a few short days. When you share a connectionlike the one she shared with Taratime was irrelevant. She didnt need to know this girl for years, to know she was a good person . . . to know she could be trusted, and to know theyd be friends. In fact, she could sense Tara felt the same way as well. Conflicted, Willow answered Taras questiondeciding to be honest. Tara stepped aside to let the redhead in, before closing the door. What happened? she asked. Willow took a seat on Taras bed, and waited for the girl to join her. She then turned around to face her new friend, before replying. Nothing happened, she began, . . . well, not exactly. Tara smiled at Willow, silently asking her to continue The thing we did last night, Willow continued, it um . . . it was incredible. I woke up feeling so . . . so . . . I dunno . . . refreshed. I still havent thanked you for it . . . not properly . . . in person . . . Tara shook her head modestly. It was nothing, she began. I just w-wanted t-to help you f-f-feel better. Willow grinned widely. Well, it worked, she told her. Only . . . What? It . . . it still doesnt change how I . . . how I feelabout Buffy . . . Youre still angry with her? Tara asked softly, forcing herself not to caress Willows cheek. She could see the intense emotion in her eyes, could sense the girl was on the brink of another explosion, and she desperately wanted to touch her . . . to relax her. It wouldnt be appropriate thougha hug if she was crying . . . maybe. A caress of the cheek for no reason . . . definitely not. Willow shook her head in response. Not angry exactly, more like . . . hurt. I just wish she wouldnt always shut me out, and . . . and I . . . I wanna be there for her, but how can I help her if she wont even talk to me? Dont get me wrong, Im still upset that she left, but a part of me feels like its my fault . . . maybe if Id been a better friend . . . No! Tara exclaimed, giving in to her impulses. Without a second thought, she reached out with her hands, and gently cupped Willows cheeks, locking their eyes together. Dont s-s-say that. She told her. Youre a . . . a g-g-g-good friend, she insisted. Buffys prob-probably just one of th-those people who need to sort things out for themselves. N-not everyone likes to-to talk about their problems. Willow looked into Taras eyes as she spoke, unable to ignore the beating in her chest. The sensation of Taras hands against her cheeks was having a very confusing effect on her. A positive effect mind you . . . one which caused her whole being to feel somewhat energized . . . and yet left her feeling as if she wanted something more. But what did she want? Forcing the sensations to the background, Willow did her best to focus on Taras words. The girl was rightBuffy just needed some alone-time. Althoughwasnt Buffy over her whole I wanna be alone stage? Hadnt she finally come back, asked her to meet so they could talk . . .? And what had she done? Shed stood her up, thats what. She really was a bad friend. I am a bad friend, Willow insisted. Why do you say that? Tara asked, unconsciously rubbing her thumbs over Willows cheekbones. Im kinda standing her up . . . What? Tara asked in confusion. Standing her up . . .? Willow grinned sheepishly, her guilt rising to the foreground. I, uh . . . Im kinda supposed to meet up with her . . . like now. Oh, Tara sighed in understanding. Yeah . . . You dont feel up to it? Willow nodded. I . . . I dont know what to say to her, and I . . . Im a bad friend. Shes gone all summer, and when she gets back . . . finally feels like talking . . . what do I do? I stand her up. Im a bad, bad, friend . . . only I . . . I still dont wanna go. Is that terribly wrong? Am I the worst person ever for not wanting to meet with her . . . for not even letting her know Im not gonna show up? Youre not a bad person Willow, Tara insisted. I mean, it wouldve been nice of you to let her know you werent gonna show up . . . but I think shell understand. She knows its gonna take some time for things to return to normal . . . Does she? Willow interrupted. You dont know Buffy. She can be pretty clueless sometimes . . . I bet she thinks we can pick up right where we left off . . . she doesnt even care about what shes put us through . . . Maybe you should tell her then, Tara suggested. If shes as clueless as you saymaybe she didnt realize how much she hurt you . . . Taras words made sense to Willow, and she wondered why she hadnt thought about it herself. Youre right, she smiled. Maybe I should talk to her . . .? Maybe . . . Tara replied nonchalantly, not wanting to force the issue one way or another. She knew Willow would do the right thing eventually, but she didnt want to push her. You think I should go now? Do you wanna go now? Yes, Willow began, and no . . . Tara giggled. Which is it? Both . . . Willow replied sheepishly. You want me to come with you? she offered. Ill be like moral support. If you feel uncomfortable . . . Ill be there . . . make up a reason to-to leave, or . . . s-say something to-to ease the tension . . . if I can think of something . . . Willow thought about what Tara was suggesting, instantly liking the idea. Okay, she grinned. Suddenly realizing she was still cupping Willows cheeks, Tara slowly released her hold on the girltrying not to make a big show of it. She was a little embarrassed by her actions, but was comforted by the fact that Willow hadnt complained. Lets go then, Tara smiled. With that, the two Wiccans walked out of Taras room, and headed towards the Espresso Pump. *
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Posts: 115 (07/06/03 01:28:46) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Buffy was just about to get up from the couch outside of the Espresso Pump, and begin walking back homewhen she spied Willow and her blonde witch-friend heading towards her. She couldnt help wondering why Willow had brought the girl along, but was nevertheless glad shed shown up. Shed been sure that Willow had decided to stand her upshed been waiting here for almost half an hour. Hey Will, she greeted her friend, and, um . . . Im sorry, but I uh . . . I dont seem to remember your, um . . . your name, she extended her hand towards the blonde. Its Tara, Willow told her gruffly, displeased with her friend. How could she have forgotten Taras name? Shed taken the time to ask the girl if she was dangerous, and yet she couldnt remember her name . . . Its okay Willow, Tara said softly, noticing her friends annoyance. Hi, she smiled at the Slayer, taking the proffered hand. Yeah, um . . . hi, Buffy replied, feeling a little uncomfortable. She didnt feel too good about forgetting this girls name, and Willows reaction didnt make her feel any better about it. Im, uh . . . sorry, I . . . Buffy began as she let go of Taras hand, feeling the need to apologize again for not recalling her name. Th-thats okay B-Buffy, Tara stammered, wanting to reassure the Slayer. Buffy smiled at the girl, instantly warming to her. She seemed very sweet. Well, I wont forget it again, um . . . Tara . . . right? She grinned at the blonde as she nodded her head. So, Buffy continued, turning her attention towards Willow. You wanna get a table? Um . . . okay, Willow replied hesitantly. You grab a table, and Ill get us some mochas, she turned towards Tara, you want a mocha? she asked the girl, knowing she liked them, but wanted to make sure she didnt want anything else. Yeah, Tara replied, giving Willow a soft smile. Id like . . . Great, Ill be back soon. With that, Willow quickly made her way towards the front countereager to get away from Buffy. She could feel all her emotions building inside her as shed been in the Slayers presence, and was afraid shed say something shed regret. Thank God Tara was here with her. If it wasnt for her new friend, shed have definitely put off meeting with Buffyeven though she knew it was inevitable. She couldnt just let her feelings fester, and with Tara around to help keep her calm, maybe shed get through this meeting intactwithout saying something that could ruin her friendship with Buffy . . . for good. As Willow went to get their drinks, Tara and Buffy made their way towards the nearest free table. So, Buffy ventured as they took a seat, you and Willow are . . . friends . . . Yeah, Tara replied. We, uh . . . we m-m-met a-a few d-days ago . . . A few days ago? Buffy asked in surprise. Youve only known each other for a few days? Tara nodded timidly. Y-yeah, um . . . w-w-why do you, um . . . ask . . .? Oh, its just that, uh . . . you guys seem kind of close . . . like youve known each other for a while . . . you know . . .? W-why do you say that? Tara asked, genuinely surprised by the Slayers observation. Oh, you know, Buffy began, the way you two showed up here, looking all chummy, and . . . and how Willow got upset cause, you know, I uh, I didnt remember your name, and uh . . . last night . . . you know, with the hand holding, and Willow acting all defensive . . . I just assumed you were like good friends or something, and . . . didnt she say something about you teaching her magick? Youre a witch right . . .? Tara couldnt help but smile at Buffys wordsshe thought they were close . . . Yeah, she replied. W-when we, uh m-m-met we . . . we connected, and um . . . Ive been um . . . t-t-teaching Willow about the magicks ever since. Shes a n-n-natural . . . very good. Im surprised how quickly she picks things up, Taras smile widened, and her stutter became less pronounced, as she began to get excited. Talking about Willow gave her this weird sense of pride, and she was eager to share her students success. Just yesterday, Willow even managed to write her name with a pencilusing only her m-m-mind to control it. Shes so powerful, but she doesnt even know it, I cant wait to see how she handles floating something even heavier . . . and I bet shell be able to write more than just her name soon. All she needs to do is practice her concentration a bit, and . . . Hey guys, Willow interrupted, placing the mochas on the table. Whatchya talking about? she asked Tara, taking a seat next to her. You, Tara replied softly. I was j-just telling Buffy about the pencil thing . . . about how powerful you are . . . Im not really that powerful, she said modestly. I did drop the pencil, remember . . . Only after I-I distracted you, Tara returned. Yeah, but I shouldve been concentrating harder . . . if I had, then it wouldntve mattered. I shouldnt have gotten distracted . . . . But youre just starting out, Tara reminded her. You can already do so much, and itll take time to . . . Uh, guys, the Slayer interrupted, feeling a little like a third wheel. Shed watched the banter between these two witches, had seen the affection they had for one another . . . but this was about her. She wanted to put things right between her and Willownot sit and watch while her best friend interacted with her newest friend. Remember me? she continued. Slayer . . . not heavily into magicks . . . dont know what youre talking about . . . Oh, Tara smiled sheepishly, realizing theyd left the Slayer out of their conversation. Sorry . . . Dont apologize, Willow said, directing her words more towards Buffy than at Tara. We had plans first; Buffy just assumed Id be able to make it . . . as if my whole life revolves around her. She turned to face the Slayer, putting on her most sarcastic tone. Oh, look at me, Im the Slayer, and now Im back, so you should all stop what youre doing . . . stop youre lives, coz, you know . . . they revolve around me. Who cares if youve got plans . . . I dont. Why should I care if . . . Stop it, Buffy interrupted, forcing her tears away. Why was Willow acting like this? Shed never seen Willow act so mean before . . . so sarcastic. What had she done to deserve this from her? Why are you saying this? she demanded. What did I do . . .? Buffy stood up from the table, deciding this had all been a bad idea. Maybe I shouldnt have come back . . . I should leave . . . Right, Willow began sarcastically, coz we all know how good you are at that. Why are you attacking me? Buffy sobbed, unable to hold back her tears any longer. Im trying . . . Trying? Willow exclaimed. You just said you wanted to leave . . . I dont call that trying! It looks so much like giving up to me. I just wanna make things easier . . . For who? Willow returned. You guys were doing just fine without me, Buffy continued, latching on to some of her self-pity. We were doing the best we could! Willow burst out. It's not like we had a lot of choice in the matter . . . Sorry that I had to leave, Buffy sighed, but you don't know what I was going through. Well, I'd like to. Willow replied. You wouldn't understand, Buffy told her dismissively. She didnt have to understand, Willow thought. She just wanted Buffy to confide in her. Why didnt she trust her enough to talk to her? Well, she began slowly, forcing down tears of her own, maybe I don't need to understand, she explained. Maybe I . . . I just need you to talk to me . . . How could I talk to you when . . . This isn't easy, Buffy, Willow interrupted, not giving her friend a chance to make up some excuse. I know you're going through stuff, but . . . so am I . . . I know that you were worried about me, but . . . No! Willow exclaimed, marveling at Buffys ego. Not everything revolves around you! I don't just mean that, she explained to the egotistical slayer. I mean, my life . . . you know . . .? I, uh . . . Im having all sorts of . . . Im dating, Im having serious dating with a . . . werewolf . . . a-and Im studying witchcraft and killing vampires, and I didnt have anyone to talk to about all this scary life stuff, she paused, as her tears consumed her, and you were my best friend, she sobbed You have no idea how much I missed you, Buffy replied, her own sobs mirroring Willows. Everyone . . . I wanted to call every day . . . That doesn't matter, Buffy, Willow cried. It doesn't make it okay that you didn't. I couldnt, Buffy insisted. I just couldnt. I was in a bad place, and I . . . I . . . she began sobbing uncontrollably, her anguish consuming her. I missed you guys so much . . . oh Willow . . . I missed you, Im so sorry, I . . . I . . . Willow couldnt stand to see her friend this upset, and her own tears quickly followed suit. I missed you too Buffy, she sobbed, every day . . . The two girls looked at each other with such pain and anguish, that Tara couldnt stop the tears that were now reaching her own eyes. She sorely felt for the two estranged friends, but had no idea how to make things better for them. The best thing she could do was stay out of this . . . let them sort their feelings out for themselves. Although, as she continued to look at the scene progressing in front of her, Tara found herself remembering what Willow had just said. She was dating a werewolf. Oz was a werewolf. Why hadnt Willow told her Oz was a werewolf? Well . . . at least she knew now. Im sorry, Buffy repeated, Im really, really sorry . . . oh, Willow . . . please forgive me. I missed you so much, and I . . . I just want things to go back to how they were . . . I cant stand you being mad at me . . . Im so sorry . . . Me too, Willow sobbed, I missed you too . . . she was no longer angry with her friend . . . more hurt than anything else, and with that, she stood up and moved towards the Slayer. Buffy followed suit, and within seconds, the two girls were in each others arms, sobbing like crazy, telling one another how much theyd been missed . . . over, and over, and over. They cried for about a minute, before they eventually pulled away. Tara smiled as she watched Willow and Buffy look at one another. It gave her a really warm tingly feeling to know their friendship had been restored. Im sorry, Buffy said again, looking deep into Willows eyes. I know, Willow smiled. Buffy smiled back, and the two girls continued to look at one another. Welcome home Buffy, Willow said a few seconds later, realizing shed yet to properly greet the prodigal Slayer. Thanks, Buffy replied, as she sat back down again, deciding shed had enough of the mushy stuff. So, she began, taking a sip of her mocha. Tara says youre like getting all powerful with the magicks and stuff. Way to go you . . . Willow grinned, Im getting better, she responded modestly. I mean, Im not a full-fledged witch . . . that takes years. I just did a couple of pagan blessings, a teeny glamour to hide a zit, and . . . yeah, the whole pencil thing with Tara. Does it scare you? Buffy asked. It has, Willow admitted. I tried to communicate with the spirit world, and I so wasnt ready for that. Its like being pulled apart inside . . . plus I blew out the power for our whole blockbig scare. I wish I could've been there with you, Buffy sighed. Me, too, Willow replied softly. I really freaked out. I am sorry, Buffy apologized yet again. Its okay, Willow replied graciously. I understand you having to bail. I can forgive that. Mmm . . . I have to make allowances for what youre going though, she continued smugly, a-and be a grown up about it, she finished off, giving Buffy a really smug look. Buffy grinned in response, recognizing her best friends expression. Youre really enjoying this whole moral superiority thing, arent you? Its like a drug, Willow smiled. Fine, Buffy giggled, okay, Im the bad. I can take my lumps . . . for a while. All right, Willow conceded. Ill stop giving you a hard time. She took a sip of her mocha before continuing. Runaway, she quipped. Buffy looked at her friend in surprise. Will . . .? she burst out, wondering if shed changed her mind, and decided to go back to being angry with her. Willow smiled at her friends reaction. Im sorry, she giggled. Quitter! Buffys eyes widened, as she realized what her friend was doing. Whiner, she returned, with a glint in her eye. Shed missed their playful banter. Bailer, Willow responded. Harpy! Delinquent. Tramp! Willow looked at her friend with mock offense. Bad seed, she countered. Witch, Buffy grinned. Freak! Tara watched in silence while the two girls playfully teased one anotherenjoying their camaraderie. She was glad Willow had made up with her best friend, and was happy to sit quietly and sip her mocha, as both Slayer and Witch continued to catch up. *** After her conversation with Willow and Tara, Buffy felt a whole lot better about being back in Sunnydale. It was good to have sorted things out with her best friendshed really made her realize how much shed hurt everyone. This is why shed made her way over to Xanders directly from the Espresso Pump. She knew hed just given her a brush off when he said he was busy last nightbut she was determined to speak to himto let him know how sorry she was, and to clear the air like she had with Willow. At first, Xander had been a little surprised to see her, but they were soon talking things through, and after a somewhat heated discussion, Buffy had patched things up with her other best friend as well. She then went over and apologized to Giles, before going home to her mom. She spoke with Joyce at length, and kept in mind her conversation with Willowmaking sure to let her mom know how sorry she was for all that had transpired. A couple of weeks later, life was almost back to normal for the Slayer, as she sat on a couch at the Bronzesurrounded by all the Scoobiesincluding the newest member Tara. Sure, there had been a Zombie problem a week ago, on account of an old mask her mother had stuck up inside the housebut theyd done the Scooby thing, and Buffy had eventually managed to save the day. Right now thoughlife was pretty good for the Slayer. Shed just been accepted back into high school, she was chilling out with her friends, and even if Willow was being less than obvious about trying to set her up with Scott Hopethings were still great. That should have been her first sign that something was about to go down. Whenever life became too good to be true in Sunnydalesomething always happened to throw a monkey wrench in the works. The gang had been watching the dance floorcommenting on the highly unfashionable dance-stylings of a 70s reject, and his slutty dance partner. The guy was so horribly out of date with his movements, that Buffy instantly realized the guy was no friend to sunshine. When he guided his dance partner outside, Buffy put down her drinkletting her friends know of her thoughts before making her way towards the exit. After an awkward encounter with Scott Hopewhom she was forced to let down gently, Buffy was now looking around the deserted back alley of the Bronzewondering where the couple could have gotten to. The Scoobies followed Buffy outside, and upon hearing a girls voice, and the sound of something breaking, they all rushed towards the commotion. When they reached the scene, they were all surprised to see the girl holding her own in a fight against the vamppushing him up against a crate, kicking him, knocking him to the pavement with ease. Its okay, I got it, the girl told the Slayer, as Buffy moved to help her. Im Faith, she continued, shoving the guy into a nearby fence. Im gonna go out on a limb here, Oz ventured, and say theres a new Slayer in town. Tara looked at Oz in surprisewondering what he meant. New Slayer? Wasnt there only supposed to be one? She kept her mouth shut though, realizing now was not the time for questions. She merely watched in silence, as this Faith Slayer quickly brought the vamp to submission, before taxing a stake from Buffy. Thanks B, Faith ventured, after shed staked the vamp. Couldnt have done it without you. With that, the dark-haired Slayer walked past the open-mouthed Scoobies, and headed back towards the Bronze. The gang stared after her for a moment, before following her back. They were all desperate to find out what was going on. END OF CHAPTER 3 Send Feedback by Mail: spikeme4now@optusnet.com.au _____________________________________________________ "I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it." - Spike Willow and Tara Closeness Spikeme4now_Willow_Tara egroup
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Posts: 46 (07/06/03 10:55:38) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Hey!! ummm....i don't like sounding needy or something...but i NEED the SOON-PROMISED 6th chapter....pretty pwease????? with a cherry on top??? ~Arwen Hear That Baby? You're My Always... Willow
skeeter451	Re: Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 2/12	#34	[-]
Posts: 349 (07/06/03 11:35:09) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	I can assure you that she's working very hard on it. And please, don't mention cherries. I've got a very bad taste in my mouth at the moment about those. ----Susan Skeeter451@mysticmuse.net The Mystic Muse Fan Fiction Site Creative Forum
deixs	Re: Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 2/12	#35	[-]
Posts: 234 (07/06/03 23:13:01) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	As always a great update! I hope there is mor soon! deixs "Don't look back in anger, don't look forward in fear but look around in awareness!"
Arwen276	Re: Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 2/12	#36	[-]
Posts: 46 (07/07/03 11:10:56) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Cool!! I'm eagerly awaiting then!!! and Ohhhh sorry about the cherries thing....how 'bout strawberries then? or perhaps blueberries? no? raspberries maybe? any berry? you name it!! geez didnt know you were so picky cheers! ~Arwen Hear That Baby? You're My Always... Willow
skeeter451	Re: Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 2/12	#37	[-]
Posts: 349 (07/07/03 11:21:32) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Sorry about the cherry thing...has nothing to do with the wonderful folks at Plan C. Imitation may be the highest form of flattery, but blatant rip offs are another matter entirely. ----Susan Skeeter451@mysticmuse.net The Mystic Muse Fan Fiction Site Creative Forum
lifestyle	Re: Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 2/12	#38	[-]
Posts: 7 (07/07/03 11:29:10) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	hi today i've read the last part of the 5th chapter... i can only say, it is great! i hope there will be more soon, because it is one of the best Willow and Tara fanfictions, i've ever read. kiss lifestyle
EvilsGood	Re: Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 2/12	#39	[-]
Posts: 3189 (07/07/03 12:09:32) Moderator Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	*Quote:* And please, don't mention cherries. I've got a very bad taste in my mouth at the moment about those. NOW I understand this. And don't worry, babe. I got yer back. _______________________________________________ "Fuck me. It's a baby grand piano!" -- Anthony Stewart Head, Moonlight Rising 2003 Plan C \| Blood of the Banned \| Willow-Kennedy Yahoo Group \| Essence of Amber \| Moonlight Rising
spikeme4now	Re: Fic: A Fluke Between Two Wiccans - Chapter 3/12	#40	[-]
Posts: 115 (07/10/03 05:53:41) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Hi guys... Thanks again for all the kudos... Oh, and the 6th chapter of this series is almost done. I've only got a little bit left before the first draft is finished...and then the beta stage can begin. But, to tide you over, why not read chapters 4 and 5...which I'll be posting now. . Cheers, Irena :-) _____________________________________________________ "I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it." - Spike Willow and Tara Closeness Spikeme4now_Willow_Tara egroup

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