Good morning One and All - well it's afternoon here in 'sunny' England - but who's checking. I come bearing the next part, refills for those beer attachments, more cookies yes some sugar ones this time. I figured it may be to early for pizza, but later for sure, and alas I can't bring oreos, those particularly nummy treat aren't as common over here as they are elsewhere - but please - anyone bring some because I love them and want to try anything new

Okay enough from the rambling one here's the next part
The Gift Of Sorrow cont..
Dawn wasn’t quite sure when she’d fallen asleep. She should have expected it, even though she was used to running on very little these days. Not that she was going to complain it was all worth it now.
A soft light was coming in through the light curtains over the far window and it urged her to open her eyes. As she did she felt sleep pushed away instantly as warm tears welled up to replace it. Blue eyes watched her, blue eyes on a soft angelic face that was now turned towards her.
"Tara?" She whispered softly when she saw long eyelashes blink over those watchful eyes in a slow motion.
"I’m beginning to believe that must be my name." The soft reply breathed out from between the Wiccan’s dry lips.
"It is." Dawn felt her lip quiver. "Do you need water?" She instantly remembered that it would be the one thing the blonde would want.
"That would be nice." Tara nodded her head very slightly.
Dawn rolled back off the bed, hurrying to shuffle across the carpet to the bathroom. Catching herself in the mirror the sight of happy tears hanging in her eyes made her stop. She’d dreamed of this, dreamed of there being a way for all of this pain to stop, all of the horror that Warren rained down upon them to be over and here she was on the brink of everything being okay.
Quickly she filled up the glass, her hand shaking with barely controlled excitement. She rushed back to the bed, barely registering the other spell caster sprawled out on her bed in a deep sleep.
"Here, I told Madalene I’d go get you bottled water later." She held the glass out.
Tara made the effort to raise her hand for the glass, but finding the limb still to heavy to hold aloft a slightly pained frown crossed her face.
"I’m sorry." Her blue eyes looked down as she apologized.
"No, it’s okay I can help." Dawn moved to help her drink almost the entire glass. "Do you want anything else?"
"I don’t think so." Tara replied honestly, her mind was a complete blur of incomplete pictures and thoughts, feelings and fears, none of which she could properly get control over.
"How do you feel?" Dawn questioned softly putting the glass on the side and slipping down to look at Tara in awe.
"Strange." Tara settled on the word as a fair assessment of everything.
"I bet." Dawn smiled at the wonderfully ‘Tara’ assessment. "We missed you so much."
"Buffy." Tara suddenly whispered the Slayer’s name as she looked at Dawn.
"She’ll be back in a few hours." Dawn filled in.
"No." Tara closed her eyes trying to focus on something in her head.
"Do you know who I am?" The teenager whispered biting her lip.
The kaleidoscopic jumble that swirled around behind her closed lids just made the Wicca feel worse so she eased her eyes open again.
"I don’t know your name." Again Tara’s tone was apologetic. "But…"
She paused again, clumsily she raised her hand and brushed it even more clumsily against the side of Dawn’s head over her hair as if remembering this was something she would do to the young woman beside her, something the brown haired youth liked, drew comfort from.
"Yes... I’m Dawn." Her lip trembled and the tears she’d been trying to hold down finally sprang free.
"Dawnie." Tara whispered unprompted.
"Oh Tara." Dawn didn’t even think as she pushed herself forward hugging into Tara’s body. She didn’t think that the poor blonde might not want the contact or that it could cause her tired body pain. It was just that Tara was back, Tara knew who she was even just a little... it would all be all right now.