Fic: No More

[TheWhiz]

Wonderful update!

So Tara is now being integrated into the Scoobies!!

"I am a whiz...If ever a whiz there was"

[spazz07]

Fully caught up and am enjoying your take on how Tara got there. It's good to finally see her spending time with Willow and it was nice to see Willow wanting for Tara to be a part of the scoobies.



Great update and can't wait for more.



Cheers

Nath

If life was meant to be a bed of daisy's we'd have chicken crap thown on us all the time.

[BoredNow99]

Coming late to this but it's a cracking read.



You've got a real handle on the characters and the way they talk.



I'm loving this, and waiting not as patiently as I should be for an update

- Em

"They were fluffy indigenous kittens. Until ME came along." - What Willow meant to say in Pangs.

[Lynz]

Hey I sat and read all 19 chapters this afternoon, and wow! I loved all the tension surrounding Tara and her plan to escape from home to go somewhere *safe* lol, Sunnydale the hellmouth haven

Such an interesting way for Willow and Tara to meet and now Oz and Willow have broke up,the seeds are already sewn for Tara to get involved. It's cool she's now going to be introduced to what it is the scoobies do (hehe scoobies do/scooby doo!....anyone?! ok now i'm laughing to myself..... )

*coughs* anyway, can't wait for the next update!



Lynz

x x x x

I'm very seldom naughty - Willow, Restless

[TwiLightJoy]

Title: None officially - Part 1 is No More, Part 2 is A New Life, and Part 3 is Demons

Author: TwiLightJoy/Joy C

Email: twi_light64@hotmail.com

Distribution: Email me, and I will say yes.

Feedback: More more more!

Setting: Just before Amends



Tara untied and hung up her apron, then pulled her lightweight Army surplus jacket on. She did a quick cross-and-stake-check and found that both items were still in her jacket pockets. Good to go. Time to head home.



It had been actually pretty easy to accept the whole idea of vampires. Knowing that magic was real, and demons were all too real, vampires really weren’t all that much of a stretch. Just taking the proper measures became habit after a couple days, and it had now been almost two weeks. She still hadn’t run into a vampire on her own, but according to Buffy, Xander, Willow, and Mr. Giles, it wasn’t that uncommon. It was much better to be prepared for the ever-present chance of vamp encounter.



Since the day Willow and Xander had taken her to Buffy, they had invited her into their circle. Most times she stuck with Michael and Amy, but she also joined the ‘Scooby Gang,’ as Xander called them, in the library or for lunch, and even a few times at the Bronze. As far as the group’s social life went, Cordelia was still not speaking with Xander. Or rather, they just traded bitter barbs in the hallways. Buffy had this really confusing relationship with a vampire, Angel. Oz had remained on the fringes of the Scooby Gang, talking mostly only to Buffy and Mr. Giles. He still avoided Willow, and Willow still seemed almost as upset about that as before. How lucky could the guy be, Tara wondered on many occasions, to have Willow fall for him? She was honest, sweet, devoted, intelligent, funny – in short, as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. If only … if only Willow could at least come to see how special she was to the blonde witch.



Tara had, in her spare time, been reading up and practicing some spells on her own and discussing magic with Amy and Michael, but still hadn’t brought the topic up with Willow or the other Scoobies, despite the fact that Willow had hinted that she knew Tara was a witch. For now, Tara preferred it to be private, and unfortunately, the times she was alone with Willow had been all too few. Perhaps that would change. Hopefully it would change.



The fair-haired young woman waved good night to Denise and headed out the back door of the Espresso Pump, taking a deep breath of the night air. She pulled a dark knit cap out of her inside jacket pocket and pulled it down snugly. It was actually pretty warm out for mid-December, and Tara was pretty excited for the whole holiday deal. Solstice/ Hanukkah/ Christmas/Kwanzaa. Tara’s family had been Christmas people, but it didn’t really hold many stereotypical special memories for the witch. Mostly because her family really only got together a few times a year, Christmas being one of those times. So “holiday memories” usually just meant getting yelled at for something or other and being punished too harshly, not to mention in front of everyone. At least when her mother had been around, there had been something to look forward to.



The Wiccan crossed the street, walking past the old magic shop. Another aspiring merchant had purchased most of the old store’s inventory and a newer, bigger magic shop had opened around the corner. Other than that, downtown Sunnydale looked pretty much like it usually did this time of night – sort of bleak in spite of the glitzy holiday decorations, almost like a ghost town. And there were worse things than ghosts on the street, she knew. Things she would rather not meet up with. Tara picked up her pace a little bit, the soles of her scuffed boots making a steady tamp, tamp, tamp on the sidewalk.



Past the jewelry store, the bakery, and several clothing stores she continued. Icicle lights hung in the windows of a few shops; others were lined with garlands and multicolored running lights. It was sort of eerie, actually, the stillness of the seemingly abandoned streets that Tara knew harbored more kinds of monsters than she cared to think about. She wanted to hurry up and get home. One more street, she reminded herself. Work was really not all that far from home, but having to return late at night inevitably made the walk seem longer. Maybe she would buy a bicycle.



A pair of cats yowled and hissed in the alley the young sorceress passed, the noise so close and sudden it made her stop in her tracks. One of the cats hurriedly dashed out of the alley and directly in front of Tara, and she heard a lone and distant ‘tamp’ from behind her. Her blue eyes went wide as dinner plates as she hunched her shoulders and reached a hand into her pocket, clutching at the smoothly sanded pine of the stake. She slowly turned around and saw – absolutely nothing. Only an empty plastic bag that rustled its way across the street on a sudden current of air. The petite witch narrowed her eyes and peered into the surrounding shadows suspiciously. Still nothing.



Turning her back on the nothing, Tara continued heading toward her building, the intersection of Court and Main now fortunately very close. She kept her hand on the stake and kept her pace measured, though if there was someone following her, they would undoubtedly know that she was aware of their presence. She listened for footfalls on the street behind her as she went, but her breathing had begun to come harsher, her pulse rate increasing. Her hand felt overly warm and damp inside her pocket as she tightened her grip on the stake.



Unable to take it, the girl spun on her heel, expecting to see someone, or at the very least a shadowy figure. Again, the street, sidewalk, and shadows were devoid of anything she could perceive. She turned back around and jogged for the spot-lit green and yellow sign reading “Court Street Apartments” on the building’s tiny, scrubby lawn.



Tara reached her left hand into her pocket, fumbling for her keys on the stairway. Finally she managed to pull them out and slip the front door’s key into the lock, opening the door and quickly pulling the key ring out to shut the door with a solid metallic bang. Leaning back against the door, she let out a long, deep sigh and pulled the cap from her head. She started up the stairs with heavy steps, now pretty tired out from the little evening jog she’d had.



She made it up the flight of stairs and into her apartment, dropping her cap and sliding out of her jacket, letting it fall to the floor as she pushed the door closed with one foot. With a deep exhalation, Tara plopped onto the couch and reached for the phone.

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[Zahir al Daoud]

I just saying over and over--I love this fic!!!!

"O Let my name be in the Book of Love!
If it be there I care not of that other Book above.
Strike it out! Or write it in anew, but
Let my name be in the Book of Love!"
--Omar Kayam

[LeatherQueen]

Ooh, wonderful update! I'm just thoroughly loving this story.

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[mollyig]

I like that Willow intuited that Tara was a witch, and that she had her resolve face on when Xander didn't want her to get involved in the scoobyage!



Am concerned about Tara going home late at night by herself. So who is she phoning then?

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[spazz07]

It's good to see that Tara is starting to become part of the scoobies and without being Willow's right arm. She is making a name for herself by herself. Still though Willow could use a right arm



Cheers

Nath

If life was meant to be a bed of daisy's we'd have chicken crap thown on us all the time.

[tkheaven]

Willow could use a right arm, with five fingers...preferrably attached to Tara *ahem* I am happy to see Tara in with the Scooby Gang. I wonder who she's phoning..

Tk's new and improved "GrrArgg"

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Tara was similarly riveted, her body on slow burn as Willow's lips parted and her mouth opened, the food slipping inside and being consumed. Never in her life had Tara ever wanted to be a chicken casserole so badly...Later that night..."It's good to be a chicken casserole," Tara murmured, before passing out. ~ Answering Darkness by Sassette

[TwiLightJoy]

It looks long, but it's a lot of dialogue. Don't be scared.



“H-hello?” a groggy sounding young woman’s voice answered.



Oh, sleepy voice! How cute! Tara thought, feeling reassured already. “Willow, I’m sorry for calling so late,” she said quickly. “You sound-” completely adorable! “-tired. Were you asleep?”



“Mmm.” A muffled thump was heard in the background. “Whoops. Mostly. Tara? What’s going on?”



Tara ran a hand through her hair. “I, um, actually, I’m not sure. I was coming home from work, and it - it felt like something was following me.”



Willow quickly sat up in her bed. “Was it a vamp? Are you okay?”



“Yeah, I’m fine. I mean, a little shaken, but nothing … I didn’t see anything.” Geez, way to make with the credible reason for a late night phone call. “I did hear something, though, a couple times. And you know that feeling, like there’s someone watching you? Plenty of that.”



“You had the wiggins. That’s what Buffy calls it, anyway,” Willow said. “Well, if it was a vampire, then you know it can’t get you now that you’re home.”



Tara bit her lower lip anxiously. “But if it wasn’t a vampire?”



“…Oh. Good point. See, that’s not so good.” A slight pause and rustling noises. “Not to say that you’re in danger! I mean, you probably aren’t, but you might be. Argh. I’m probably not helping much.”



“No, no, you are. It helps to talk to you,” the fair-haired witch admitted. “The apartment is just a little lonely when I get home at night.”



Tara could practically see the Willow-smile. “I’m glad I help.” Then comes the practical advice. “So just um, I’d say to keep your doors and windows locked and your shades drawn. I’m sure you’d do that anyway, but it kinda makes me feel better to make sure you do it.”



Tara chuckled over the line. “Then I’m glad I can make you feel better. I’ll make sure I do that for you.”



“Okay. I’m not sure you should call Buffy, she might still be out patrolling. But we’ll have a Scooby thing in the library tomorrow before homeroom, I’ll make sure they both know.” Willow yawned quietly. “Mmm. Oh, and you might want to…”

“Want to what?” the blonde asked after Willow’s voice trailed off.



“Oh, um, just … nothing.”



“No, Willow, what is it?” she inquired gently. “If there’s something else you think I should do, you can tell me.”



“It’s just that, I’m not sure if it’s something you … can do,” Willow stated hesitantly.



Tara’s face showed slight confusion. “What is it?” she repeated.



“A warding spell. If you can do that, I mean, it would be a good thing to help repel anything that might want to get in,” the flame-haired witch said uncertainly. “But like I said, I’m not sure you can do one.”



A smile of understanding spread across the Wiccan’s face. “Oh, that’s what that was about. I haven’t been able to find a good time to tell you, so I’m kinda glad you brought it up.” She walked around the small apartment with the cordless phone, checking the locks as she went, until she ended up in her bedroom where she sat on the bed. “Yeah, I can put up a ward around the apartment easy.”



“So you are! I thought you were um, a, a witch. I got these vibes from you. Plus you hang around with Amy and Michael a lot. And the magic shop, you said you were there one time,” Willow presented her evidence gleefully before getting back on topic. “So yeah, um, I’d also to the spell.”



Tara laughed again. “I will, Willow. Now you should get back to sleep. And I should take care of the warding and get to sleep myself.”



Willow yawned again in spite of her excitement. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea, sleeping. I’ll see you tomorrow at the library, okay?”



“Okay,” Tara smiled. “Thanks again. And sweet dreams!”



“You too,” the other witch answered. “Night, Tara.”



“Night, Willow, bye.”



“Bye!”



Both women hung their lines up at the same time, and Tara couldn’t keep a smile off of her face for the rest of the night. In fact, when she woke up the next morning, she was still smiling. And for some reason, she couldn’t stop singing or humming to herself. She tried to quit doing it, but by the time she arrived in the Sunnydale High library, she was whistling a melody that she made up as she went along.



“Tara, good morning,” Mr. Giles said from behind the counter. “Buffy and Willow should be right along, and Xander is bringing donuts. Just, ah,” he gestured to the central table with his glasses, which he then began to polish, “just have a seat there.”



Within moments of taking her seat, Xander strolled in through the wooden double doors of the library with Willow following him. A plain white box was set in the middle of the table, and the boy opened it with a flourish. “May I present, breakfast.” He grabbed a chocolate one and plopped into a chair, leaning back to eat.



Willow and Tara both leaned over the box, looking over the sweet-scented pastries together. “Ooh, maple bar!” Tara exclaimed, reaching in for it. “My favorite.”



“Save a jelly for me,” the librarian piped up, still organizing the return cart of books that had been dropped off.



Willow looked over her shoulder and grinned at Giles. “Don’t we always?” Turning back to the donuts, she selected a creme-filled, chocolate frosted one and seated herself between Xander and Tara. The students all ate their donuts, waiting silently for the Slayer. “So Buffy’s on her way?” Willow finally asked.



“Buffy’s here,” the Slayer announced as one of the doors swung open and she passed through it. “Snyder delay-age. Ooh, and donuts. Buffy wants donuts!”



“Buffy needs to stop speaking in the third person,” Xander observed as the blonde chose her donut from the box.



Giles stood up behind the counter. “Oh, do save the-”



Buffy turned, a powdered jelly donut with a bite out of it in one hand. “Save the what?” she asked after swallowing the bite.



“…Jelly,” he finished, disappointed that he’d lost his favorite donut.



Xander raised the box to show Giles the contents. “Not to worry, G-man, I got two of them.”



The man brightened and stepped out from behind the counter to take the donut. “All right, then, let’s get started. Patrol went well last night?”



“Staked three vamps,” Buffy reported cheerily. “Then on the way home I got jumped by this slimy, spiny thing. It was a world of ick.” She wrinkled up her nose.



“And I take it you, you eliminated it?” the Watcher inquired.



“Yup. Beheaded, showered, went to bed.”



Giles nodded, still holding the powdered donut sort of defensively, and looked toward the other students. “And the rest of you? Willow tell me you had an, an encounter of sorts, Tara?”



Tara nodded. “It wasn’t, I didn’t actually see anything. But I’m pretty sure I was followed from work to my building. I heard footsteps behind me, but every time I looked, there wasn’t anything I could see.”



Giles took this in. “It may have been something invisible,” he speculated, “or perhaps something with natural camouflaging. Or it may be that it was merely, merely hiding. Buffy,” he directed, “please walk home with Tara tonight, keep an eye and ear out for anything suspicious. We shall meet back up tomorrow morning for a report.” He glanced at his pocketwatch. “And I’m afraid it’s nearly time for the first bell. I’m sure you’ll stop in again later in the day. And Xander?”



“Yeah?” the young man responded quizzically.



Giles smiled. “Thanks for your anticipation with the jellies."

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Edited by: TwiLightJoy at: 7/8/02 6:30:51 pm

[LeatherQueen]

Oh see... now that was lovely. And good to see Tara so happy and humming after her phone call with Willow.



Wonderful update!

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[Ittybittykitty]

You gotta love the Jelly anticipation and the frostedness!

Meri-SCREW THE SYSTEM!
Me-I will not, who knows where it's been?!

[Kerrison]

Absolutely awesome update. I love watching Tara become more and more integrated into Scoobydom.



-Kerry

"What a curious thing to be so upset about. Nature delights in diversity. Why don’t human beings?" -HBO Southern Comfort

[spazz07]

Aye, it's great to see Tara a part of the scoobies already. She really belongs. Willow finally knows for sure about Tara being a witch so we may be able to see them casting a few spells together now



great update.



Cheers

Nath

If life was meant to be a bed of daisy's we'd have chicken crap thown on us all the time.

[Mix]

Ahh, the person she phoned was Willow. That was so sweet, and the fact that Willow wasn't mad but worried just made it all the better!



Ohh gotta love the doughnuts. Now please excuse me for being English here but by jelly do you mean Jam? if so wouldn't Giles say Jam? what with him being from England an all! Sorry it's your story and you can do what you want I'm now going to answer my own question and say that maybe he's been in America too long and has picked up some of the lingo



M *crawls off to hide under a rock somewhere*

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A pocket full of Goldfish.

It didn't work out!!

[xita]

That's awesome. The scoobie gang is so much better with Tara around. Everyone is so nice.... you know the way it should be. And w/t on the phone together are adorable. sigh..

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What's this? Bag of tricks?

Pack of lies

[tommo]

I really like the group dynamic you've created here, and how well Tara fits into that. I love the flow of the banter between Buffy and the Gang; that worked so well for me. The second part was a nice contrast with the first part, which was mainly narrative and you're exploring Willow and Tara's friendship really sweetly. Lovely stuff.

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This...won't hold me...forever...

[mollyig]

I like that it was Willow that Tara phoned. Now that her suspicions as to Tara being a witch are confirmed, I'm guessting it won't be long until the ever eager to learn Willow suggests practicing spells together.

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[tkheaven]

Tara humming and smiling all through the next morning. Oh I loved this update...had me smiling throughout the reading. Can't wait for the next installment...

Tk's new and improved "GrrArgg"

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Tara was similarly riveted, her body on slow burn as Willow's lips parted and her mouth opened, the food slipping inside and being consumed. Never in her life had Tara ever wanted to be a chicken casserole so badly...Later that night..."It's good to be a chicken casserole," Tara murmured, before passing out. ~ Answering Darkness by Sassette

[jdcioffi]

Hey, I just discovered this gem of a fic today and -- yes -- I read it all in one sitting.



This is wonderful -- I always love Tara at Sunnydale High stories. And I especially love how you integratenot only eps but some of the more minor characters.



Good job -- and I'm anxiously awaiting more. (Can't wait to see how you hook W/T up!)

JD

"I smell the smelly smell of something that smells smelly!" (SpongeBob Squarepants)

[TheWhiz]

Great updates!

Lovely to see Tara becoming part of the gang & building a friendship with Willow. You've captured the characters here extremely well.

"I am a whiz...If ever a whiz there was"

[WillowLikeWhoa]

Where's Faith, dammit!



J/K. I love the fic, it's great so far.



Kittens, you might be interested to know that I, Michelle (Joy's own girlfriend), do not even get to read this fic until it's posted. I'm as much in the dark as the rest of the Kittens about future chapters. *^_^* Joy is evil.

~Michelle~
My Website

[TwiLightJoy]

Mix, I believe Giles refers to them as jelly donuts in one of the episodes. Maybe he has been in America too long. Everyone else, thanks so much for the kind words, and I am glad you are enjoying the story. I was especially anxious about the dialogue between the Scoobies, as I've never written Giles, Buffy, or Xander before I began this fic. I'm glad it works. And Michelle, Faith is coming soon, I promise!



Tara pulled her chair out and sat down across from Amy. “Hi,” she said with a greeting smile for her friend.



“Hi, Tara,” Amy replied. “How’s your day going?”



Tara furrowed her brow in thought as she reached for her apple. “Mmm, it’s been a little weird. Did, have you seen Michael today? He wasn’t in History this morning.”



The dark haired witch shook her head. “I called his house during my study period, but I only got the machine. I’m kinda worried; it isn’t like him to cut school. At least, not without letting me know about it.”



“Maybe he just had a doctor’s appointment or something, and forgot to tell us,” Tara suggested hopefully. “Or it was a dentist appointment, and he mentally blocked it.”



Amy sighed. “I hope you’re right. Anyway, how was work last night? Was Mary there?” she asked with a suggestive grin.



The Wiccan shook her head. “It was her night off, and exactly why are you grinning at me like that?”



“Come on, Tara, she only has the biggest crush on you. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice that!”



“Me? Um … n-no,” she said, her cheeks taking on a pink tint. “What would anyone see in me?”



Amy winked. “Why don’t you ask her that? I’m sure she has an endless list of things to like about you.” She nodded her head towards where Mary sat, and Tara followed her gaze.



To her surprise, the girl with the wavy chestnut brown hair had been looking in Tara’s direction and offered a smile and a wave. Tara waved back, then turned back to Amy. “Wha – how – why didn’t you tell me!?” she hissed urgently, having been completely clueless.



Amy raised her eyebrows incredulously. “Well, I find it kind of hard to believe that you had no idea. I mean, you see the girl here, at the GSA meetings, and at work. There had to have been indications that she wanted to spend more time with you somewhere. Not to mention, she was kind of obvious about it.”



“Well, yeah, but I thought she was just being friendly!” Tara exclaimed. “I didn’t know she-”



“Oh, here she comes,” Amy interrupted.



Sure enough, Mary approached the little table by the window. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she smiled at the two witches. “Hey, um, mind if I sit with you?”



“No, not at all,” Amy answered quickly, moving over to let her take the seat directly across from Tara.



Tara aimed a light kick at Amy under the table, but instead hit her shin on one of the support bars hidden beneath. “Ow!” she yelped, pulling her leg back toward her body and simultaneously shoving her chair backwards with her uninjured leg. She overbalanced, and her chair tipped backwards in slow motion, her blue eyes going wide as she felt herself falling. She landed with a crash, feeling bruises forming not only on her shin, but also on her lower back where the chair back rammed into her and where she’d bumped her head on the floor.



The entire cafeteria turned toward the sound and saw a girl with a bright red face and long golden hair struggling to get up without having her skirt slip any father upwards. The students burst into applause, making her turn even redder in the face. Another girl with dark wavy hair hurried over to the blonde’s side to help her up, the third table-mate also rising to help.



“Oh, god, Tara, are you okay?” Mary asked with concern, extending her hands to help her up.



Amy knelt on her other side. “Come on, let’s get you up.”



“You’re going to shoot me, right?” Tara asked, gingerly getting up with her friends’ help. “’Cause that was really, really embarrassing.” One hand went to the back of her head, the other to her shin.



Amy righted the chair and grabbed most of Tara’s lunch, quickly wrapping it in napkins and putting it in her own brown paper bag. “We’ll get you out of here. Do you need to go to the nurse?”



“I-I don’t think so,” she answered haltingly. “Just, let’s go.”



Mary reached out to steady the fair-haired female’s smaller frame, and Tara allowed the waitress to assist her. Together, the trio walked out to the courtyard, taking a seat on the nearest unoccupied bench. Mary hovered closely over Tara, trying to make sure she was all right. “I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.”



“What makes you think that?” Tara inquired, lifting her skirt slightly to study the mark on her shin. “It was just me being clumsy. It happens from time to time.”



“Whoa, Tara, what’s that scar from?” Amy wondered.



Quickly, Tara dropped her skirt, hiding both the spreading purple bruise and the two-inch long scar on the side of her leg. “Um, um…” She fumbled for a scar story. “It, ah, I was climbing this tree a couple years ago, a-and I slipped. See, clumsy me.”



Amy nodded and opened up the paper sack with their lunches in it. “Mary, want some food? I’ve got a PB&J and some Doritos,” she offered. The short haired witch handed Tara her apple again.



“I’m okay, thanks. As long as you’re all right, Tara?”



Tara blushed. “I’m fine, Mary, it’s not your fault,” she reiterated. “Don’t worry about me.”



The brown eyed girl nodded. “I’ll try,” she smiled. “I better, um, get going now. I’ll see you tonight though. Bye, Amy, Tara.”



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“I still can’t believe I fell out of my chair, in front of everyone!” Tara squeaked. “Now they’ll all laugh at me for the whole rest of the year!”



“Aww, that’s not true,” Willow said, placing a hand comfortingly on the light witch’s forearm. “They’ll forget about it as soon as the next person falls out of their chair.”



Xander shook his head. “You know, some people still make comments about the time I fell off the risers in the fifth grade holiday concert dress rehearsal.” Again, he belatedly noticed that Willow was giving him a look. “Bitter, bitter people, with grudges. I’m sure they’ll forget all about it before the week's out, Tara.”



Tara half-smiled at the Scoobies. “Thanks. You’re the best.”



“So we’ll be back at 11 to walk you home, okay?” Buffy reminded the Wiccan. “Or, I will be, anyway. These two, I’m gonna try to convince to stay home. If there’s too large a crowd, the creepies tend to avoid. Not that we want to attract creepies, we just want to make sure we can find something out.”



“Right,” Tara affirmed with a smile. “I’ll see you then.”

IttyBittyKitty: "creme filled though...a little subtle there?"
TwiLightJoy: "There are reasons for everything, I tell ya! Chocolate-frosted reasons!"
IttyBittyKitty: "that is quite enough of YOUR sass!"

[jdcioffi]

Excellent update -- you've got me hooked. So I shall check every *checks watch* fifteen minutes for an update.



JD

"I smell the smelly smell of something that smells smelly!" (SpongeBob Squarepants)

[Ittybittykitty]

How is it that you know what happens to me when you live like 3000 miles away. The exact same scenario played out between me and this girl, only I was Mary and she was sexy and had all the right...well... uhm, overshare? BTW I love the new sig, very classy~! *Throws a pair of boxers out the window randomly*

Meri-SCREW THE SYSTEM!
Me-I will not, who knows where it's been?!

[Zahir al Daoud]

Every time I read this I just wanna go awwwww.



Often, I do.

"O Let my name be in the Book of Love!
If it be there I care not of that other Book above.
Strike it out! Or write it in anew, but
Let my name be in the Book of Love!"
--Omar Kayam

[frenchrose888]

I just realized I haven't been giving this fic, and you TwilightJoy, the feedback you both deserve.

So first things first : I really like your style. You write the smuck baity scenes so incredibly well, be it at the beginning in the Maclay house, or when Tara was walking home. It's gripping. And the Scooby interaction is all so sweet and funny, very very season 3.*g* And I just love how the affection between our girls slowly but surely is growing, it's all so natural, it's a pleasure to read really.



Now on this update, poor Tara, I wish she never had to invent scar stories. I wish she never got any scars, period. That was very touching. And Mary, my poor, poor girl - I understand the whole 'crushing on Tara' thing - trust me, I really, really do - but it just won't do, this witch's taken.



And what's up with Mickael not being at school ? Can't wait to read more.



Rose

'Magic, thy name is Tara.' - Mariacomet, The Stone Circle.

[mollyig]

Poor Tara, clueless to Mary being smitten, and then falling off her chair. Glad Willow was being so supportive, and that Buffy is on escort duty. We don't want a horrible beasty jumping out at our Tara, now do we.

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[Kerrison]

Awww. Very cool.

Reminds me of when I fell in teh cafeteria b/c I slipped on an icecream wrapper. I only slipped to my knee, but it was still humiliating. Poor Tara. Good thing she has friends to help her. That would have made a big difference in my school!



Xander's right, though. People remember the stupid shit for a long long time.



-Kerry

"What a curious thing to be so upset about. Nature delights in diversity. Why don’t human beings?" -HBO Southern Comfort