New Short Fic: "Special"

[sam darls]

Aww great update . Yes, babies can be handful..and I work with them..hehe. Love sammi xx

"Sometimes things happen between people that you don't really expect. And sometimes the things that are important are the ones that seem the weirdest or the most wrong. And those are the ones that change your life." - Jessie Sammler (Evan Rachel Wood)

[ApplesauceHorsies]

Awww, DW! That was *such* a nice update! You handled Joshua's tantrum very well--I can just picture Willow and Tara helping each other to take care of him; the scene just fits perfectly. Awww, this is so sweet!!!!!

-AH

Et je saigne encore, tout ce rouge sur mon corps, je te blesse dans un dernier effort

[littlecrazy80]

Loved the update! Willow´s little white lie made me chuckle.

And Tara kissing Willow was just wow!



*lil´c*

"Okay, we’re here, we’re queer, let’s kick this shit into gear," Five by Five (Taras Shadow)



SweetAmber

[DarkWiccan]

It was 8’o’clock that night and my class was on a fifteen minute break. I had left Josh at home in Tara’s capable hands and I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about how wonderful she was with him, and how he seemed to have really taken to her after only two days. All this kismet had to mean something, it just had to.



I leafed through a packet that I had received in the mail that day. It was from SNAP (Special Needs Advocate for Parents) a not-for-profit organization that assisted parents of special needs children with ways to increase the effectiveness of their medical insurance company, especially when it came to obtaining authorization for and payment of the care necessary for a disabled child.



Most insurance companies, including my own, tended to baulk at paying for tests and procedures that a normal child usually wouldn’t need, but were regular business for a child like my son. Secondary health issues are not uncommon with children diagnosed with MR (Mental Retardation) and Joshua was no exception.



It was discovered when he was a year old that he had a mild heart arrhythmia, and there was a completely unrelated concern that he might develop epilepsy as he grew older. I was becoming a pro at dealing with my reaction to “the look” on J.J.’s doctor’s face every time I took him in for a visit.



I used to lie awake at night, wondering what I had done wrong while I was pregnant, or even just after he had been born, to cause my son to have the problems that he does. I thought that maybe it was because I hadn’t originally planned on keeping him that I didn’t take care of myself well enough, or him, while he was inside me. Or maybe because I was such a young parent I had done something to hurt him when he was still an infant to cause brain damage.



I would tell my fears to my mother, and to the doctor, and they both always said the same thing. That it wasn’t my fault, that these things just happen, and that I shouldn’t worry myself about it, or beat myself up over it. That I should just focus on what I can do for my son now, and not dwell on what made him this way.



Easier said than done.



I looked up from my reading to see one of my classmates, Kim, standing over me. I sighed inwardly, not wanting to deal with her that night. Kim was a nice lady, in her mid-forties, who was returning to school after growing tired of working secretarial jobs her whole life. She was gay, and she was interested in me, which made things awkward because I was certainly not interested in her. For several reasons, her age for one, not that I have anything against dating older women in theory, it’s just that I have never been attracted to anyone outside of my own age group. Another issue was, well, her butch status. And wow, did she take that title seriously, right down to the buzz cut and the Harley. I had always found myself drawn more to softer feminine types, like Tara. I smiled as I thought of her sitting at home with Josh, I glanced at my watch, she was probably putting him down to bed at that very moment. I couldn’t wait to get home and see them both.



“Hi, Willow,” said Kim, pulling me unwilling from my thoughts.



“Hey, Kim,” I acknowledged her politely.



“What’re you looking at?” she asked.



“Oh, just some information for my son,” I explained. I found it odd that with Joshua, I had the patience of Gandhi, but with this woman, I went from zero to annoyed in less than five seconds. I felt terrible for it; she was only trying to be nice after all, but her motives bothered me.



“For Josh?” she queried, “How is he?” She had “that look” on her face, that look of profound concern and pity. I hated “that look”. My son wasn’t dying of some deadly disease for chrissake, he was just retarded. There was no reason to start behaving like Sally Struthers on one of those “Save the Children” campaign ads.



I decided to do away with this problem once and for all. “He’s fine,” I answered sweetly, “he’s at home with my girlfriend right now. She’s probably busy tucking him in to bed as we speak.” I would be lying if I were to say I didn’t take some pleasure in watching the color drain out of her face.



“Oh,” she said, trying to suppress her shock and disappointment. “Your girlfriend?” I nodded. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”



“Sure do,” I affirmed. Okay, well maybe she wasn’t my girlfriend yet. But with any luck, hopefully that would change soon. And even if it didn’t, Tara never needed to know about my little white lie, and if she were to somehow found out, I was sure she would at least play along. In my mind, it was a fool proof plan.



“But I thought that Josh stayed with your mom on school nights,” Kim questioned, her eyes narrowing a little in suspicion.



I grumbled internally, kicking myself for the one night everyone in the class went out for drinks afterwards and I had ended up telling Kim way too much about my private life. “They take turns,” I hastily explicated.



“Oh.” It seemed all she could say.



“Alright everyone,” said the instructor from the front of the room, “let’s go ahead and turn to page 521.”



Kim trudged back to her desk and I breathed a deep sigh of relief at knowing that her repeated advances were hopefully, finally, something of the past.



I got home at around 10’o’clock and found Tara watching television on the couch, with Josh curled up fast asleep against her, his head on her leg. She absentmindedly stroked her hand over his back, soothing him even in his dreams.



“Hi,” she whispered, looking up to me. “I hope you don’t mind. He didn’t want to lie down in his room…”



“It’s fine,” I whispered back, walking around to the front of the sofa and crouching down so that I could gaze at my son’s sleeping face. “How was he otherwise?” I asked, running my fingers lightly through his hair.



“Great,” she assured me, “he ate all of his dinner and played quietly with his cars here in the living room for most of the evening.”



“What did you make for him?” I questioned.



“Spaghetti-O’s,” she explained, “I found a few cans in the pantry.”



I smiled, “Yeah, that’s his favorite. I leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. He shifted a little, nuzzling his face against Tara’s thigh. “I should put him to bed,” I announced, standing and gently picking him up in my arms and carrying him down the hall and to his room. I set him down on his small bed and pulled the side rail up, so that he wouldn’t fall out if he rolled over in his sleep. I pulled the covers up over him, and touched my hand to his head softly and with adoration.



It is impossible to describe what it feels like to love someone so completely and unconditionally. Your every breath is for them, your every thought, your every move, your every motivation; all for them, because without them, your life has no meaning. The meaning of my life, was to love and care for my son, and I did both to the full extent of my being.



Satisfied that his sleep had not been disturbed, I turned to leave Joshua’s room, only to find Tara blocking my path by leaning in the doorway. She seemed to be gazing at me with a similar look of adoration to that I gave my son.



“You are a wonderful mother,” she said softly and sincerely.



“Thank you,” I blushed. “I try to be the best I can be for him.”



“You are,” she emphasized seriously. I blushed again and ducked my head a little, not used to such compliments. She smiled and stepped aside, out of the doorway, so that I could move past and back down to the hall. She followed behind me and once we were back in the living room, started to pick up her book bag and jacket, preparing to leave.



“Going so soon?” I inquired, the disappointment evident on my face.



“Yeah,” she shrugged, “It’s late and I’m kind of tired. I just think I’ll head home to bed.”



“Sitting up with Josh isn’t going to be a problem, is it?” I asked, fearful of her answer.



“No, not at all,” she quickly assured me, “I just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night and I was hoping on catching up on it tonight, that’s all.”



“Okay…”



“If it was going to be a problem,” she went on, “I never would have offered in the first place.”



“Alright,” I said, believing her. I walked over to the door and opened it for her to go. “I’ll see you in the morning?”



“You bet,” she nodded, smiling lopsidedly. I felt my heart melt at the sight.



“Well… goodnight,” I stated.



“Goodnight,” she echoed, stepping through the door to the outside and heading toward the stairs.



I shut the door behind her and leaned up against the wood, my hand still resting on the door knob. I sighed as I thought about how wonderful she was and how I couldn’t wait for it to be the next day. A sudden rapping on the door startled me out of my reverie. I opened the door again to find her standing on the other side.



“Forget something, “ I asked, trying to understand her reappearance.



“No,” she said, followed quickly by, “Yes…sort of…”



“Um…” I was baffled.



“I was just worried…”



“Worried?”



“That this might be too soon,” she continued, explaining, “But I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight if I don’t…”



“Don’t--”, I was about to say, “what” when she suddenly stepped forward and placed her hands on either side of my face, drawing me to her, her lips pressing against mine soundly in a kiss. After recovering from the initial shock, I felt myself relax into it, my hands coming up to rest against her back. She didn’t venture to deepen anything, and neither did I, content for now just to enjoy the pressure of her lips on mine. After a long moment, she pulled away, our lips parting with a semi-audible pop.



She stepped back out of my arms and gazed at me happily. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow…”



“Yeah…” I was at a complete loss for words.



“Night,” she said, giving a cute little wave and turning to go.



“Night…” I shut the door again, locking it this time. I pivoted and faced the interior of my apartment. I stood perfectly still, until a sudden wiggle of joy spread through my body, starting at my toes and working it’s way up to the top of my head. “Yes!” I exclaimed under my breath, not wanting to wake Joshua, and skipped through my apartment, shutting lights off as I went, until I made it into my bedroom and collapsed backwards on my bed with a satisfying plop.



Tomorrow was going to be a wonderful day.



*****

TBC...

Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 4/15/04 6:15 pm

[ApplesauceHorsies]

*squeal* Kiss-age!!! Whooooohooo! And em, I wouldn't like Kim very much either.

Yay on Willow for the little white lie...which I assume, due to aforementioned kiss-age, won't be a lie for much longer. Whooooohooo!

-AH

Et je saigne encore, tout ce rouge sur mon corps, je te blesse dans un dernier effort

[russ]

Sorry I haven't commented earlier on this story, DW. It's very well titled, special indeed. You've brought W/T together in what I think is a unique way. At the same time as you're telling a beautiful "first meeting & falling in love" story, you're teaching us a lot about life for special needs kids and their parents. It must be especially hard for a single parent to deal with these issues. Your Willow is a wonderful, dedicated mother. It's interesting having the story told in the first person Willow, making Tara as much a mystery and adventure to the reader as to Willow. A great job, as usual.



Russ

[shuyaku]

< --- I know that isn't exactly concise, verbal feedback, but quite honestly it is the most accurate way to describe how your writing and this fic in particular make me feel.



I think it is fairly safe to say that many of us have (or have had) a ‘Kim’ in our life – that overbearing person that has a crush on you or just wants to get in your pants and won’t take “NO!” for an answer. My ‘Kim’ is actually named David (I know, go figure – Hello, gay now!). Anyhoo, so Willow’s little story about her girlfriend taking care of Josh and its immediate effect on Kim was perfect. The only thing that could top that would be Tara dropping Willow off for class and planting a big, wet one right in front of Kim. The logistics of that don’t really fit easily, but it would be fun





-shuyaku

Oh God, Willow—you’re giving me the gift of Karen Carpenter. Just when I think I grasp the full extent of your love." - Tara

"Why do birds suddenly appear? It’s because, you are queer…" - Willow (Gods Served and Abandoned by AntigoneUnbound)

[Puff]

I have the biggest grin on my face now after reading that update. It was so wonderful and really easy to picture the events in my head. Thanks for this story DW I'm enjoying it so much

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So, the day started and I knew my name and had my pants on. So far, so good. Yay.
Amber Benson

[Kieli]

You evil, evil woman! No wonder I didn't hear from you all day!

Time flies by when the Devil drives.
It's not the pace of life that concerns me, it's the sudden stop at the end.

[mollyig]

Lovely update. I really liked Willow's assurance that Tara would be her girlfriend, and Tara's boldness in coming back to claim a goodnight kiss. There is that utter conviction when you find the person you're meant to be with, and you've captured it very well.

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"Love is just like breathing when it's true" Indigo Girls

[snuggle79]

Absoluteley gorgeous! I loved the kiss.

Woo Hoo on that! And Boo on Kim, lol. I liked Willow's little white lie, hehe.

And btw, i love how you describe Willow's love for her son. That's really special.



s79

I look at horses and I see really big ponies.

The greatest thing you'll learn, is just to love and be loved in return.

[WillowPowered]

This has quickly become one of my favourite fics. You are very talented.



Jill

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Willow - Say, you all didn't happen to do a bunch of drugs did ya?



My Home Page | Amber Powered | Alyson Powered



There is a little bit of Amber in all of us.

[DarkWiccan]

Replies:



sam darls -- Ain't that the truth! And you work with babies? That is so cool. I love babies, well, kids in general, if you can't tell by most of my story lines.



Applesaucehorsies -- Thank you. I felt it was important that we, and Willow, got to see how Tara handled Josh both during his good times and his not so good times to further emphasize the blonde's uber-temperate nature. I think it worked Glad you liked the kiss. I kept heming and hawing about it as I was writing, unsure if it was too soon or not. Ultimately I felt that it needed to happen now and I am reasonably comfortable with my decision. I have never had these two fall for each other so quickly before... so it's yet another interesting exercise in plot development. I like exercises, they're good for you



littlecrazy80 -- Thank you



russ -- I work with special needs individuals everyday... and finally I just decided, that's it, I have to write about these amazing people and their daily triumphs and struggles, as well as the people who care for them, from parents to caregivers and even organizations. Yet another exercise I have given myself on this fic is making Willow the intensely dedicated, loving, nurturing mother. In my other "mommy" fics, this title generally fell to Tara. Not that Willow isn't a dedicated, loving mother in those stories, but she is more the... erm...for want of a better term "father-figure" making her outward parental appearance a little more reserved. In this story she wears her intense love for her son entirely on her sleeve, to the point where it is almost a physically tangible sensation to the reader (at least I hope it is). Tara, conversely, is more the reserved, yet still doting, parental figure.



shuyaku -- I agree with you. We have all had a "Kim" in our lives at some point. Willow probably shouldn't have told that lie... but I doubt that it will come back to haunt her in any capacity. Sometimes a girl's just gotta do what a girl's gotta do.



Puff -- I do my best to try and make it easy for my readers to visualize the scenes in my stories because I feel that the more vividly you can see the picture, the more you are able to enjoy the story. The tricky part is not "over-describing" or "under-describing" and it is a fine line, let me tell you



Kieli --Sorry, girl. I got really busy at work... yes, was also trying to finish this update on my breaks so... I'll get in touch with you today...k? Still love me?



mollyig -- I agree. W and T already know that they are meant to be something beyond friends to each other. I wouldn't go so far as to say that they are in love with each other... yet. But they (particularly Tara) isn't wasting anytime tiptoe-ing around their obvious attraction to one another.



snuggle79 -- Thank you!



WillowPowered -- Thanks! I hope that it stays that way



Cheers!

DW

[Oracle Of Magic]

DW, I am at a loss for words. That was, well, perfect. I know that is not the constructive feedback you like. I am literally at a loss for words. I love reading it from Willow's POV. And Tara is such a sweetheart, that is shining through. I love how you have Tara kiss Willow first. I thought it would be the other way around, and once again, you suprise me. "Special" leaves me with a huge case of the warm fuzzies. Ok, so maybe not at a total loss for words, but wow. The emotion you have captured, it's unlike anything I have read before, in a wonderful way.



Blessed Be,

Sarah

[Insanity]

HEY!!! You Can't leave us hanging here.. with this promise at the end....

Quote:

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And so began one of the most amazing nights of my life.

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BTW.. this is a great story an I like it very much!



Go on!



Insanity

"Nobody messes with my girl!"Tara, Bargaining

[DarkWiccan]

Wow..I am really on a roll here... I am almost done with the HRTM update as well.. but this story just seems to be demanding to be written... so here's another section for you to enjoy ... I hope.



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Friday had been a very long day. Work had been slow, making the seconds excruciating as they had ticked by. The worst part about being an administrative assistant was that you had no identity outside of merely being an extension of your boss. Unless of course your boss screwed up on something, and needed a scapegoat, then suddenly you were very much your own person. I sighed and gripped the steering wheel to my car a little more tightly. I was just glad that the day was over. TGIF was certainly not an understatement at that moment.



Despite my exhaustion, I couldn’t stop the grin that crept onto my face as I pulled into the care center parking lot. Tara was waiting out in front, holding J.J. in her arms in anticipation of my arrival.



That morning had been a very interesting experience. Instead of waiting for me and Josh down by the car as she had the day before, Tara had showed up on my doorstep just as I was finished feeding my son his breakfast. Joshua still required being spoon fed, so our routine in the morning still took awhile to complete.



When I had let her in she immediately went to Josh’s side, keeping him entertained while I hurriedly finished getting ready and cleaning up. It was sort of cute really; we didn’t exactly know how to behave toward each other after the impromptu kiss the night before. We were almost like a couple of school kids to each other, suddenly bashful and shy, blushing at anything that could even be remotely interpreted as innuendo.



Before I had dropped them off at Easter Seals, I invited Tara to dinner that night with Josh and I. Friday nights we usually went to Shoney’s, a sort of end of the week ritual celebration. I thought it would be nice to include Tara in yet another aspect of our life. I was very pleased when she had readily agreed.



We arrived at Shoney’s and were quickly seated by one of the back windows. I situated J.J. in the highchair they had provided and pulled a couple of his toy cars out of my purse, placing them on the table top for him to play with. He didn’t show an interest at first, but I knew he would eventually. His reactions were usually delayed as result of his condition.



Tara and I chit chatted for a little bit about the day we each had had while I tried to get my son to eat a small portion of tomato soup, and of course we spent a while talking about Joshua (my favorite subject). Finally our conversation turned to her. As attracted to her as I was, she was still a mystery to me and before I allowed anything serious to develop, I needed to have a better idea of who I was starting to fall for.



I asked her how she had come to work with the intellectually disabled. Tara explained that it had started out as nothing more than a desperate need for work right out of high school. She had been in a hurry to move out on her own, all too aware of the financial burden she was on her mother, but also eager to move west and try new things. Tara related that she was originally from Albuquerque, had spent her entire youth there, but admitted that she never really like the town, and once she had hit eighteen, she was out of there as fast as she could go.



Tara had moved to California with nothing more than a bag full of clothes, a few personal possessions and enough cash in her pocket to buy her a week’s worth of nights at a cheap motel. She had applied for every job within walking distance of that motel and had been turned down for every one, except for the last: an adult care facility.



“They were hiring for client attendants,” she explained, “people to work one on one with the individuals living in the home. They had asked me if I had an issue working with intellectually disabled people. I said no. Then they asked me if I had issues with toileting, and I said no. I remember thinking to myself, why are they concerned with me being able to use the bathroom?”



I nearly spewed my iced tea across the table at her comment, finding it absolutely hysterical.



“Well,” she went on, “I realized when I started work the very next day that ‘toileting’ actually meant assisting others with going to the bathroom. I was mortified. I almost walked out.”



I understood where she was coming from; I couldn’t imagine helping a grown man, disabled or not, use the restroom.



“But I really needed the money,” Tara admitted, “I only had enough left to get me through two more days at the motel, and that was only if I didn’t buy anything to eat. I had to find an apartment right away, and I could only do that if I had a job. So I kept it. At the time Palo Verde was running a special where the first month was free and no deposit was required if you had a job and could verify your employment.”



“They do that sometimes,” I confirmed.



“So I moved in, got a bus schedule and the rest is history,” she concluded.



“So you worked in the group home for…” I drifted off, hoping she would fill in the blank.



“Four years,” she replied, seeming to marvel at the number herself.



“And you just decided one day that you wanted to work with kids instead?”



“Pretty much,” she shrugged, “it all really started with Blondie the Therapy Dog.”



“Oh, I love Blondie,” I interjected, “her trainer sometimes brings her to visit the kids at Easter Seals.” Blondie was a lovable German Shepard that had been trained as, among other things, a therapy dog. She frequently visited hospitals and other facilities where people couldn’t necessarily keep pets of their own.”



“I know,” Tara smiled, “she also visits the group homes. During one of her visits, I started talking to her trainer and we ended up having a great conversation. I asked her if she wanted to join me for lunch, and she said she couldn’t because she had to take Blondie to visit the kids at Easter Seals.”



“And suddenly your interest was sparked,” I grinned flirtatiously.



“Yeah,” Tara nodded, her cheeks turning a little pink under my gaze. “So… um… I had heard of Easter Seals, but I wasn’t exactly sure what kind of services they provided. So I asked Charlene, Blondie’s trainer, and when she said they dealt with MR kids something just clicked inside me and I knew that’s what I wanted to do.”



“So it’s like your calling,” I suggested.



“More like… my accidental calling,” she chuckled. “I never lay awake at night in my bed dreaming that one day I would work with special needs kids.”



“What did you dream of instead?” I asked.



Her expression became wistful for a moment as she recollected childhood dreams. “A painter,” she said, a sad smile caressing her face. “I always dreamed I’d be some famous painter living the bohemian lifestyle in Greenwich Village, painting provocative and shocking paintings of nudes in watercolors.”



“You still can,” I encouraged her.



“Maybe…” she said, letting the word hang mid-air.



We fell silent for a few moments. I returned my attention to my salad, pecking at a few neglected croutons. I looked up from my munching and noticed Tara staring intently at my son in his seat. She seemed to be paying particular attention to the movements of his hands. Curious to know what she found so fascinating, I began looking at him as well.



Joshua was playing with his cars. Or at least, he was trying to. He would stare at them intently before reaching out an unsteady hand and grasping at them, usually missing. I was used to the behavior. I had always attributed it to his mental slowness and arrested development. But the look on Tara’s face suggested it might be more. I became very concerned.



“What is it?” I asked, worry evident in my voice.



Tara pulled her attention away from Josh and looked at me, letting out a breath as if she was trying to find the right words to say. “I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she began, “exactly what kind of diagnosis your doctor gave Josh. His file at work just says mild MR.”



“That’s all it is,” I responded, trying to do my best to keep my defensiveness regarding Joshua at bay.



“Remember how I was playing patty-cake with him the other day when you came to pick him up?” she asked. I nodded. “Well, I was doing that for a reason. I had noticed earlier that day that he seemed to have a lot of trouble with his eye/hand coordination, so I was playing patty-cake to see if it was as bad as it seemed.”



“Please tell me what you are trying to say,” I stated firmly. When it came to the welfare of my son, I absolutely did not put up with people beating around the bush.



“The general inability for him to stand on his own, the poor eye/hand coordination, the slight tremors in his hands,” she listed off the symptoms she had recorded. “Willow,” she said seriously, “I think Josh may have a form of cerebral palsy.”



“Don’t say that, “I said, dropping my fork in shock.



“I could be wrong,” Tara admitted quickly, “I’m not a nurse or anything like that. But I’ve worked with a lot of people with it and… I think you should at least get him tested.”



“He doesn’t have cerebral palsy,” I countered, “cerebral palsy is usually diagnosed by six months old. Josh was only diagnosed with MR. If he had…that… they would have known back when he was originally tested.”



“Okay, okay,” she soothed, putting her hands up in surrender. “I was just pointing out what I had noticed. I wasn’t trying to upset you.”



I suddenly felt terrible for my behavior, it was clear that she was only trying to help. She really seemed to care a lot for Joshua, and here I was punishing her for her concern. “I know,” I acquiesced, “I’m sorry. I just get sort of… crazy… sometimes when it comes to Josh.”



“I understand,” Tara replied. I could tell that she really did.



“You ready to get out of here?” I asked, noting that neither one of us had seemed interested in our food for a while.



“Sure,” she said. I paid our check and we left to head home.



And so began one of the most amazing nights of my life.



*****

TBC...

Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 4/18/04 1:17 pm

[Kieli]

I am very much in agreement with my dear Insanity (who is actually not a Kitten but an evil minion that has been sitting on my shoulder and preventing me from writing...sorry Insanity-Kitten!)....you sure cain't leave us there...I still love ya, DW but this update withdrawal pain t'aint funny!

Time flies by when the Devil drives.
It's not the pace of life that concerns me, it's the sudden stop at the end.

[TemperedCynic]

Willow has tough times ahead with J.J., and I hope it gets easier for her in the future. It certainly will get more complicated with the lucious blonde in her life now. And the next few chapters look to be a lot of fun too!!! Keep going, DW.

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More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly. Woody Allen (1935 - )

[Puff]

Ah that dangling off a cliff feeling that I know and love is back...that was an evil place to leave it I like the shy and flirty stage that they are going through, they are just so cute together.

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So, the day started and I knew my name and had my pants on. So far, so good. Yay.
Amber Benson

[WillowPowered]

Now see that is classified as teasing, so not fair.



Jill

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Willow - Say, you all didn't happen to do a bunch of drugs did ya?



My Home Page | Amber Powered | Alyson Powered



There is a little bit of Amber in all of us.

[Tigerkid14]

Awesome story!



Awesome update!



The ending needs work.(you know, like, more story?)



Keep up the good writing.



~Tigerkid

[BethanyB3]

Hi D,



Yep, I know I am suppose to be reading your other fic, but what can I say I saw this and it really got my attention. It is such a different path. Besides at least now I'm up to date on at least one of your current fics. Oh, by the way check your mail for the post post beta.

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"Making the decision to have a child - it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body." ~ Elizabeth Stone

[YunaMaClay]

Okay the was evil.... Really like the story though.... can't wait to read more



Have fun,

Patricia

Okay, I may be short, I May have pointy ears, I may look like a really f**cked up impersonation of Link, but damnit I deserve some respect-- Hope

[Sheba]

Hey DW...been meaning to tell ya...this is another fab fic!



I can't believe u ended the chapter there...

[snuggle79]

Evil cliffhanger! But the rest was great



s79

I look at horses and I see really big ponies.

The greatest thing you'll learn, is just to love and be loved in return.

[littlecrazy80]

This story is awesome. Please update asap.



*lil´c*

"Okay, we’re here, we’re queer, let’s kick this shit into gear," Five by Five (Taras Shadow)



SweetAmber

[Insanity]

Quote:

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I am very much in agreement with my dear Insanity (who is actually not a Kitten but an evil minion that has been sitting on my shoulder and preventing me from writing...sorry Insanity-Kitten!)

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Me??? Evil? That's not even possible *eg*

I'm totally innocent, thruthful and loyal. And no damned curse comes over my .. ups...



And I'm surely not responsible for Kieli not writing....

But sure as hell this story is one of the reasons I'm not writing as much as I should...



Insanity

"Nobody messes with my girl!"Tara, Bargaining

[ApplesauceHorsies]

You made me cry again, and don't be sorry. They're happy tears. I have CP as well, and to see that addressed in your story is just so....well, cry-inducing. It lifts my heart to see you address my own disability in non-judgmental terms. Ah, it's too much! Happy tear overload! I loved it. *goes off in search of 'happy-tear-tissues'.



-AH

Et je saigne encore, tout ce rouge sur mon corps, je te blesse dans un dernier effort

[Oracle Of Magic]

DW, This last update was, amazing. You have truly brought the characters to life. And little JJ is such a sweetie, poor baby. I love the setting of Willow and Tara's first "date". And how it included JJ, it showed how much they both love and care for him. I know I am rambling on about this one aspect. But it really is amazing.



You have managed to create an original character, that is both lovable and real. That is a rare talent, my friend. And poor Willow, I can feel the roller coster of emotions that she is riding. She is falling in love with Tara, and scared for her child. A beautiful mixture of the two. I am awaiting your next update.



Blessed Be,

Sarah

[Mikaelah Braenna]

I have to agree, cliffhangers are evil ... especially this one, DW!



Update soon, please?!



~Mikaelah

Willow: "Where would you go? If you felt lost and alone? ..."

Tara: "To You..."

~~Truly and Forever~~