ok, i cant remember what chapter i'm at. lol... i'm running out for a bit now but wanted to give you all a little present. when i get back i'll edit and correct all my mistakes, i'm sure there's plenty.
hope you like....
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CHAPTER 22, i think...
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“So, this is cabin number seven,” Faith announced as she walked in, hands on her leather encased hips, so not impressed by the digs at all. Not only had she endured two hours of driving in Giles’ cramped little car up curvaceous mountains and dips, she had to actually sit there and listen to his choice of music during the awful ride: Opera. She never understood what people liked about a bunch of moaning and whining in incredibly high pitched voices. But Giles was British after all and all he did was whine and moan in a high pitched voice that she figured it was sort of familiar to him.
By the time they got to Camp Flutie she was so itching to get a slay out of her system that she was willing to run into the woods and fight the first wild animal she found out there. Well, that, or find some young impressionable hunk and show him what exactly a Slayer was and how much stamina they possessed.
Buffy simply ignored the younger Slayer and pointed out her bed to Giles. “This is where I sleep and this is were Willow sleeps.” She continued. “Isn’t the floor spotless? We spent all day yesterday cleaning up.”
Ok, so it hadn’t been all day but much of their Saturday was spend getting ready for Visitors Day. All the cabins and staff members were given certain sections of the camp to be cleaned and then they were rated in competition. The prize was a night out at the local movie theater to be announced later that day during lunch.
“Yes, yes.” Was all her Watcher was able to mutter as he took off his glasses and wiped them with his handkerchief. He knew no matter what he’d still be staring at rows of bras hung out to dry and feminine products bursting from under the camp beds when he put them back on.
“So, where are the boys?” Faith asked as she plopped down on Buffy’s bed and took hostage her stuffed dog, Mr. Gordo.
“Don’t touch Mr. Gordo!” Buffy yelled as she ran over towards Faith and grabbed her oldest plush toy in the world from her hands.
“Chill out.” Faith chuckled, always knowing how to get a rouse from Buffy.
Maybe she shouldn’t have eaten the whole bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken on the way over to the camp. Not only had it made her queasy during the ride over but it had been the only request Buffy had asked of Giles. She had certainly been quite pissed off about that. At least they still had donuts.
“Why are you here?” Willow asked Faith as she watched the two Slayers. It came out a bit more harsh than she had hoped. She was never able to hide her animosity against the black haired Slayer though. No matter what.
“Gee, I missed you too, Red.” Faith replied sarcastically as she stood up.
“Don’t call me Red.” Willow told her for the millionth time.
She didn’t know why she always felt so hostile towards Faith. Oh, right, she had slept with Xander, threw him out of her room right afterwards, broken his heart and hers in the process. Even though Willow had been dating Oz at the time she was still a bit in love with Xander and the fact he’d slept with Faith had hurt her more than she’d ever expected. She had cried in the bathroom stall of the school when she’d figured it out. That and the fact Faith seemingly oozed lack of manners or morals.
“Ok,” Buffy grabbed a hold of her best friend and began to push her towards the front door of the cabin trying to diffuse the situation, “Let’s go join the rest of the visitors for the camp tour.”
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After meeting, greeting and touring with the visiting parents of their campers they finally reached the stables where Tara was just about to finish her discussion with her previous group.
Her blue eyes peripherally caught the fiery cooper color of Willow’s red hair coming up the path and she quickly began to blush. It took her a few seconds to control the erupting feeling coming from inside her chest and quickly finished of the safety speech she was in the middle of.
“A-any questions?” she asked her audience once Willow, Buffy, Giles and Faith reached the opening. The four hung back until Tara had finished talking and dismissed the group of parents and campers.
Willow’s proud face shone brightly. “Hi!” she beamed at her girlfriend, “Giles, this is Tara. Tara, Giles.” She said pointing between the two.
“H-Hi.” Tara nervously smiled and nodded her head hello. She couldn’t help but be amazed at meeting Giles. She’d heard all the stories about the Watcher’s Council from Willow and to actually meet such a distinguished
scholar she was pretty much left speechless.
“I’ve heard much about you.” The Watcher registered the affable girl in front of him. “Buffy, tells me you are Wiccan, practitioner of the arts.”
“Tara's a really powerful witch.“ Willow grinned. It was incredible how much her face lit up when she spoke of Tara.
The blonde couldn’t help but blush further under the compliment. “Not really.“ she said modestly.
“No really.” Willow looked at Tara with her resolve face. “You know you are.” She softly leaned over towards Tara’s beautiful face and added, “That skanky, slutbomb over there with Buffy is Faith.” She whispered in to her lover’s ear as she watched Faith scan the barn.
The rush of warm Willowbreath in her ear drove Tara mad. “O-oh.” She muttered quietly, trying desperately to control her rising temperature.
Even though Faith’s slayer hearing had heard Willow’s description of her she simply crinkled up her nose and yelled, “Damn, it smells like crap in here!”
“It’s hay.” Willow pointed out.
“Hay. Whatever. It’s still horse crap.” She mentioned. “I’m just telling it like it is.”
Buffy rolled her eyes, “Thanks, Faith.”
Faith turned around and looked at Tara, eyeing her up and down. Her strut over towards the bashful blonde exuded her “want, take, have” attitude. She held her hand out to Tara, “I’m Faith, skanky slutbomb.” She smiled lasciviously and winked.
Tara’s eyes widened This was Faith, eh? “Um…” she didn’t know what to say. Instead, she lamely shook the Slayers strong hand.
“Quite a limp grip you got there, Tar.” She laughed. “Maybe you should take up swimming. Build some muscles.” She scanned her shapely body, “More muscles.” She could see Willow’s eyes fuming with hatred and the redhead mentally throwing thorns towards her.
“Tara,” came Beth’s voice from behind the group.
The blonde’s head whipped around to the barn opening to see not only her cousin and brother but her father as well. “Dad! H-hi.” Tara warily moved towards them a bit nervous to the fact Willow and her father were in the same room together.
“Well. There's my girl.” Her father hugged her, albeit a bit too formal.
“It's such a s-surprise.”
“Yes.”
“H-how come you came?” Tara winced at the sound of her own voice, she was trying so hard to control her stutter. This always happened when addressing her father.
“I wanted to see where you worked.” He explained as looked to the four in front of him.
“Oh.” She said after her father’s words registered. He wanted to see where she worked? She suddenly realized he was staring at the motley crew. “Oh, these are friends... this is Mister Giles, he- uh…”
Buffy came in for the rescue not understanding why Tara would introduce Giles at all, “He’s my guest. I’m Buffy. Hi.” She waved at Tara’s father.
“Hello.” He said looking over from the petite blonde to the redhead with burning cheeks to the leather clad black haired girl whose mouth was curled up in a fleshly grin.
Giles, dressed in his formal tweed suit, held out his hand, “How do you do.”
“Pleasure.” was all Mr. Maclay said as he shook the Watchers hand.
Tara’s eyes nervously darted everywhere except Willow’s green. The redhead was a little surprised at not being introduced to Tara’s father. She looked over at Mr. Maclay and Giles not caring to listen in on their small talk. She’d seen photos of him in Tara’s house but in person he seemed even more austere. His rugged stance, his cold, calculated speech gave her the oogly mooglies. How was it Tara came from such a person? How was it she was the complete opposite of this man?
Faith noticed Willow’s fallen face. She also noticed Tara’s eyes finally pleading gently with Willow and Willow sadly half smiling in understanding. The Slayer chuckled quietly at the obviousness of it all.
Mr. Maclay turned back to his daughter. “Well, I don't mean to interrupt your plans, I know we've come on you kind of suddenly. But I thought we'd have lunch together.”
Tara nodded in wonderment, “Yes s-sir.” Lunch? He wanted to have lunch with her? Who was this man and were was her real father?
“Good, I look forward to spending some time with-” But before Mr. Maclay could finish his sentence the beeper strapped around his leather belt vibrated. He quickly checked the message. “Oh dear.” He muttered aloud. His gaze turned to the group. “Forgive me for running out- One of my patients is about to give birth.”
Tara didn’t know what was going on but she silently thanked all the gods and goddesses she knew for this interruption. She feared it would have been disastrous if her father had stayed for lunch.
“Nice to meet you all.” He waved casually and headed out without a second look at his daughter.
Beth meekly smiled at Tara and wandered off after her uncle. Donnie did as well, adding a “See ya.” as he ran off to catch up with his father and cousin.
Willow could feel Tara’s stress and tried to allay her turmoil. She searched to find something comforting to say but what came out instead was an astonished, “That's so weird. Your dad.”
“Y-yeah.” Tara sighed.
“He seems… nice.”
She smiled, knowing what Willow was doing. Sweet, caring, always looking out for her Willow. “He’s okay. You know. Dad’s are always...” She rolled her eyes a bit, making light of it.
“Are you ok?” Willow asked, sensitively running her fingers up the back of Tara’s arm as their gazes remained locked.
“Yes. Thanks.”
Faith glanced over at Giles and Buffy, “So, Willow’s not driving stick anymore?”
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TBC....
"She has magic fingers." Then, as though the words had just echoed back to her and sounded not at all right, she perked up and glanced around at the others. "On the keyboard." Tara, The Wisdom Of War...
by Jennpurr » Sun Aug 04, 2002 10:46 am 
How funny. 
to her need to release her pent-up frustration on some unsuspecting animal or boy at the camp. Also cracked-up with the image of Giles trying to avoid looking at "rows of bras and feminine products".
Tara shouldn't have to live with that. I'm glad you are not making her dad the abuser though, physically anyway. Thank you. Too much violence in this world today.
at: 8/4/02 11:07:44 pm