ok, so i dont know how this came to me but it did. so here it is... as for Flutie
chapter one should be ready soon. hehe....
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Tara was occupied patterning her batch of Sunday morning pancakes, a ritual ever since Kerith was three years old. She and Tara would get up early in the morning, at sunrise, and cook Willow’s favorite: blueberry funny shaped pancakes. Usually breakfast was served in bed but today was a special day and Kerith was supposed to be setting the dinning room table.
“Kerith, please put that down already and set the table. They’ll be here any minute.” Noticing her daughter was completely immersed as she read over a notebook, Tara rolled her eyes, exasperated. “What are you reading?”
“Mom’s journal.”
Kerith’s nonchalance about it completely drew her attention from the stove full of hot cakes. “What?” she asked her daughter, shocked.
Kerith simply giggled as she continued reading, “Sassy eggs? Wiggling like little boobs?”
Tara’s eyes widened, “Kerith!” She quickly dropped the spatula with a clamor on the counter and ran towards her daughter. “No!”
Expecting her mother’s reaction, Kerith quickly jumped off the stool she had been sitting on and ran around the kitchen island in her effort to get away and continue reading. “Life goes by so fast and I want to remember everything.”
Tara choked back, “Kerith!”
“Even if it’s Tara that remembers I had French toast and not a bagel like I had previously thought.” She said, going for her second lap around the kitchen.
“Don’t! That’s private!”
Kerith’s eyes never left the page, “Aww! She’s writing more about you.”
“Really?” Tara instantly stopped running after her daughter, the island continued to separate the two of them, “What did she write?”
Kerith looked at her mother and half smiled, “It’s private.” She mocked.
“Kerith Elizabeth Alexander.”
This was the exact moment an oblivious redhead entered the kitchen. “Ooh, full name usage.” Willow chuckled, “What did she do?” she asked as she ran her fingers through her damp hair.
Silently, Kerith and Tara tag teamed. They quickly ran towards each other and stood shoulder to shoulder, Kerith hid the journal behind her back. Both couldn’t help but smile nervously.
“Nothing.” Tara squeaked.
Kerith almost burst out laughing at her mother’s trembling voice, “Yeah, nothing. I was just teasing mom.”
Willow saw right through them. “Really? Then why do you both have the same mischievous look on your similar faces?”
Tara’s eye’s glanced sideways over to her daughter, “Because I, uh…”
Kerith wouldn’t let her take the rap. “It was me. My total bad.”
“What?” Willow innocently asked as she opened the refrigerator to grab the pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice.
“I…“ Kerith winced, she was at a loss for words. She so wished she knew how to believably lie right about now.
Tara understood her dilemma and she also noticed the pancakes were in danger. “The pancakes. They’re burning.” She fidgetly smiled at Kerith. “Now, honey, why don’t you run off and I’ll finish here.” She said as she walked over to the stove and turned it off. The hot cakes were all crackly and smoky. “You can go and return the… book… In it’s place. Now.”
Tara’s stress on the last word wasn’t lost on the 15 year old, “Yes, ma’am.” Kerith grinned at her as she walked away. She made sure to obscure the journal from Willow’s view as she exited the kitchen.
But Willow’s eyes were transfixed on Tara as she greedily gulped down a glass of juice. The blonde was busy scraping the burnt pancakes and the little crinkle of her brows as she concentrated on her task at hand were quite a sight for green eyes. Willow loved watching Tara. It was something she never grew tired of.
After setting the empty cup down on the island she walked over to her lover and hugged her from behind. “Hey. Don’t worry, sweetie, we can eat something else. We have bagels and eggs.”
“I know,” Tara said a bit sad.
“What’s wrong?” Willow asked as her hands gently held the blonde’s waist and twirled her around.
Tara quickly smiled, enveloping Willow with her arms and kissing her. “I was really looking forward to pancakes though.”
Willow rubbed their noses together. “We’ll make another batch. Hungry Buffy and Xander will just have to wait.”
“You’ve seen those two when they’re hungry. It’s not a pretty sight.”
“Then let’s get to it, baby.” She grinned. “We’ll do it together.”
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“Make a left here.” Xander indicated with a chin shrug.
“Ok.” The car quickly veered.
“No, Kerith! Your other left! That’s a one way street!” Buffy shouted from the back seat.
The brakes were abruptly applied and all the upper body’s in the car flew forward. “Sorry! Sorry, I’m just really nervous.” The teenager behind the wheel explained.
“It’s just driving.” Buffy answered as soon as she freed her chest from the constricting seat belt. She sat back after readjusting it and took in a deep breath. “That’s going to leave a mark,” she whispered aloud.
“It’s just driving for you.” The strawberry blonde replied. “Not for me. This is huge.”
“Right cause I’m having a heart attack here.” Xander said as he fanned himself with a napkin. It had been a half hour of this already and he was really, really getting car sick.
“Uncle Xander, don’t be so dramatic.” She said as she glanced over to him sitting shotgun.
Buffy blinked, “Uh, Care Bear, you just ran a stop sign.”
Kerith gasped in shock, “Did not!” She quickly turned her upper body behind her and looked through the back window. “Oh my god, I did.” She said with a soft giggle.
Xander’s hands were holding on to the dashboard for dear life. “Hello! Eyes on the road in front of you!”
“Sorry!” Kerith squeaked as she turned back around. Her eyes scanned the emtpy street in front of her.
“I think I’ve had enough for today. The week actually. Maybe the whole month.” Xander voiced as he opened the window and stuck his head out. “I think I’m going barf.”
“Pull over.” Buffy said as she leaned forward in between the two front passengers.
Kerith did as told, only she miscalculated the distance and went over the curb. “Oops.” She voiced as they all jiggled in the car.
Xander looked over to her and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, oops.” He quickly unbuckled himself and opened the door. The first thing he did was fall on his knees and kiss the ground.
Buffy chuckled as she too stepped out of the car, “Come on, Xander, it wasn’t that bad. Much better than last week.”
“Why did we tell Willow and Tara we’d teach their daughter to drive?” he asked as he sat down cross legged on the pavement.
“Because it’s quality time for all of us. You, me and Kerith, and Willow and Tara have their own time. Everyone wins.” She said happily. “Now I’ll ride shotgun. You get in the back. Let’s roll people.”
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“No this is momentous, Buffy.” Kerith said quite excited with the discussion.
“You are so Willow’s daughter.” the Slayer chuckled. “Momentous.”
“Do you know what this is?”
“Torture?” Xander asked from the back seat.
“Ha, ha.” Kerith stuck her tongue out at him via the rear view mirror. “This is freedom. I don’t have to beg either mom to drive me anywhere anymore. I can do what I want. I don’t have to schedule around them. I can just get in, rev up and go. Anywhere. Two continents even!”
“Maybe this was a bad idea,” Xander joked.
“No.” Kerith shook her head. “Can you imagine me going out on a date with my mother having to drive me?”
“Date?” Buffy quickly turned to Kerith.
“Who said date?” Xander asked, perking up from the back seat.
“There’s a date involved here somewhere?” The Slayer asked quite curious.
“No.” Kerith’s voice cracked.
“Liar.” Buffy grinned, “So tell! Who’s the guy?”
“Or girl.” Xander said as he leaned in between the two girls in the front. “We want the details either way.”
“I’m driving.” Kerith kidded. “I need to concentrate.”
“Oh, you little minx.” Buffy tickled the teen. She stopped as soon as the car crossed over the dividing line. “Sorry.”
“Ok, back to the date thing.” Xander uttered absolutely oblivious to the fact his car was accidentally on the wrong side of the road.
“Drive on the right. We’re not in England.” Buffy mentioned as she laughed at Xander’s gossipy nature.
“His name is David.” Kerith brought up.
“And you’ve actually seen him? He’s a real boy, right?” Xander asked recalling horrible memories of Willow’s first ‘boyfriend’.
Kerith looked at Xander like he was crazy. She had never heard the story about Moloch and Willow. “Duh, he’s in my class.”
“And?” Xander prodded.
“Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you guys about. Should I ask him out or should I play all coy and drop hints and wait for him to ask me out? I’m not very good at this sort of stuff. Last time I crushed I dropped anvils. Didn’t work.”
“Well, what did your moms say?”
“Hello, can you imagine if I talked to either one about this? Willow spaz and Tara blush. Talking to them would be just horrible. That’s why I have you two.”
“Aw,” Buffy held her hand over her heart, “You’re so sweet. So, tell me more about him.”
“He’s cute.”
“That’s a plus.” Xander grinned.
“And he’s smart too. He’s in all my AP classes. Plus, he already took the SAT. He got a 1600.”
“Is that good?” Xander asked, “I don’t really remember.”
“That’s a perfect score, Xan.” Buffy replied, “Is he nice?”
“Yes. And he’s shy. Really, really shy. It’s so cute. He’s got these blue eyes that are just so…” Kerith smiled. “Dreamy.”
Buffy couldn’t help but think of Willow and how she would describe Tara. It was so similar. “Sounds like you should have a go at it. Seize the day. You never know.”
“Yes, carpet diet.” Xander misquoted, “And as a guy who went to high school once upon a time I would have loved it if someone had asked me out on a date.” He suddenly realized how that sounded. “Not that I didn’t date in high school. I dated a lot. Buffy, tell her.”
Buffy laughed, “Yeah, Inca mummy girl, giant man eating mantis-“
“Ok, that’s enough.”
Kerith laughed, “No! Tell me more. I haven’t heard these stories.”
Xander rolled his eyes and groaned as he leaned into the back seat. It was going to be a long ride home.
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TBC
by Rocktoddy » Mon Jun 10, 2002 2:44 pm 
That was great Rane! I love Tara chasing a 15-year-old Kerith around the room, then stopping when she finds out Willow wrote more about her. 
Wonderful!!
at: 6/17/02 11:47:21 pm
We finally know what Willow really had for breakfast... French toast!!!
I'm looking forward to the next chapter. 
THATS IT!?!?!?!?!?!