Fic: Vignette Series

[VampNo12]

Sassette this was a wonderful part that speaks of destiny. As I read this part I could feel the loneliness of Tara, who was longing for a friend. I loved the imagery of the weeping willow tree protecting the roses, and how this applies to Willow her future soul-mate. Having this red-head ask Tara to give her a name (ie Rose), gives a sense of belonging/connection (ie W&T are destined for each other). Finally, this secluded spot Tara has found has given her a friend, and thus she no longer alone in the world, there is someone out there waiting for her. I really enjoyed this part, and look forward to the next update!

Edited by: VampNo12  at: 5/14/02 1:26:15 am

[tommo]

Ah, the simplicity of this is just so endearing. I sometimes feel like it wouldn't matter when or where Willow and Tara met; they'd always have that connection. And you write it so beautifully. Thanks.

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"Smut now." - Dark Madfic Tommo

[Ressick]

*smile* This makes me happy. Thank you!



Res, who remembers dreaming like that a lot as a little boy...

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http://www.ressick.net

"I'm very seldom naughty." ~ Willow

[frogfear]

ahhhhh yes - a shelter from the storm.



This is indeed a happy place. You write W & T so well Sass - Thank You

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"I'm a blood sucking fiend - Look at my outfit !"

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[Bobos Mom]

Leaping in, and catching up (all I do is play catch up lately). What a lovely little update for our girls. So many good things. The flowers, the tree, the childish babble. Wonderous. It's bright and sunny here. You matched my mood completely, Sass. I have a feeling it's going to be a great day.

BM

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TARA: Willow and I always know how to find each other!

ANYA: With yoga?

[Karzia]

Oh man I already lost the "toaster" how many "tradining stamps" is this gonna cost me this time.



The warm fuzzy feelings are building again.I am just gonna give up and let the warm good feelinds this brings wash over me. Lovely story, simple and sweet, the way love should be.

T: "I think we can safely say we've lost our Library privileges"

"Final Exam" by: Tommo

[Catwalks]

awwwww so sweet



thank you so much for sharing such a wonderful and loving tale - it's nice to have a distraction from the Villains on the show!



B



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"Dude! like you're getting in the Boob light alright!" - AB Stuff photoshoot

[Grimaldi]

Sweet!!



its cool that you linked this to the dream that Tara had in AD of when she first met Willow. babbling 8 yr. old Willow is so cute as it shy 8 yr old Tara.

Better to be hated for who you are than loved for who you're not

If there are any questions, you may direct them to that brick wall over there.

Teas'n, pleas'n, roll over baby, hang up the phone

[Sassette]

**mollyig: Thank you *G* Honestly, once I had the idea that Tara dreamed of meeting Willow when she was a little girl, and that they were bestest girl-type friends, I really wanted to work it into AD ... there was just no way to do that, though - so, it's a vignette *G* It's kind of fun, getting to work in not only blank bits from the series, but things I wanted to put into AD but couldn't.



**TX: Okay, that's true - I don't always update when you tell me to And you're welcome - I'm glad you liked it.



**VampNo12: Thank you - and I'm glad you liked the imagery ... I just love the idea that Tara had something when she was little to drive the loneliness away, because if not, you start thinking of her as a little girl, and it's just so damn sad. And the idea that the 'something' was Willow? It just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy - and I'm going to write up as many of my warm and fuzzy W/T thoughts as I can *G*



**tommo: I totally agree -- Willow and Tara would've connected no matter when they met ... and thank you *G*



**Ressick: I'm happy that you're happy *G* And you're welcome.



**frogfear: You're welcome *G* I love writing W/T ... they're just so sweet - and you know they were the cutest little girls in the whole wide world.



**Bobos Mom: Oh, yes - I'm planning on having a good sunny day. I'm going to go to my mom's after work, watch the episode, then write something All Happy, All The Time. So it's all good.



**Karzia: All of them. Get used to it. LOL ... yes ... give in to the sunshine ... give in to the W/T love ... let it take over.



**Catwalks: Yeah, for me too - muchly needing of the distraction. And so I shall write more after the episode tonight.



**Grimaldi: Thank you *G* You know they were adorable kids who grew up to be lovely young women in love *happy sigh* Awww, now >I'm< feeling all warm and fuzzy again *G*

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[Puff]

Great new story Sass So you are saying that Willow and Tara have some kind of connection I love how it seems to me that they were always meant to be together. Thanks for showing that so well.

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You know, it's a real deal relationship and that's why people can relate to it
Amber Benson

[jdcioffi]

Young Tara is so sweet ... and I loved the sunflower field. I can see a little blonde head bobbing between the flowers ...



... this was such an endearing piece. I'm loving this series.



JD

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

[LeatherQueen]

Oh god that was adorable, Sass!! Thank you for this. And thank you for giving Tara a friend to think about and dream about in what, I'm sure, was a very dreary landscape for many years.



God, this was cute. Hee... bestest girl-type friends.

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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

[Sassette]

**Puff: A connection? But what? And you're welcome. *G*



**jdcioffi: Heh... young Tara is like 4th season Tara, only she doesn't know yet what everyone believes about her, so her natural good-nature hasn't been stomped on - still shy, but not to that extreme. And oh, such a sweet kid *G*



**LeatherQueen: Yes indeed *G* Bestest Girl-Type Friends. Forever and ever. And you're welcome - I'm glad you thought it was adorable ... that's exactly what I was going for.



-Sass

[Tiggrscorpio]

Aww Sass, now I'm all warm and fuzzy. That was dreamy!

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She's my everything!

[Katharyn]

Simple destiny.



Pure fate.



Love it, love it, love it.



Oh it was beautifully written too*S*



Katharyn

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You hear that baby? I am going nowhere.

[WebWarlock]

Sass.



I loved 1 and 2, but 3 was so good. I am at a loss for words, I really am.



Please tell me you won't stop writting. I am finding now I could care less what ME does, I have the Pens and wonderfull people like Sass who will keep the W/T alive for as long as they can.



I love reading about Tara's past. Even if most of it is kinda sad.



Warlock.

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Web Warlock

The Other Side & ShadowEarth Games


Liber Mysterium: The Netbook of Witches and Warlocks

[Sassette]

**Tiggrscorpio: Thank you *G* And I shall continue to deliver up unto the kittens as much warm and fuzziness as I can, as often as I can.



**Katharyn: Funny how destiny and fate are a recurring theme in W/T fic in completely different stories by completely different fic writers, isn't it? They just belong together - it's easy to see. And thank you.



**Web Warlock: Fear not, for I shall continue writing. I adore delving into Tara's early life - and I'll probably do more of these dream sequences later ... because 8-year-old Disney W/T pre-puberty friends fic is still W/T fic! And thank you ... I'm really glad you liked the story.



-Sass

[witchbitchwillow]

heya,



this fic was lovely. little willow is soo sweet and taras just well adorable. i had an image of them running through fields playing with "fields of gold" by eva cassidy playing in the background. he he he anyays bac to reality.



love ellie x x x x

*thats me as a vampire im so evil and skanky and i think im kinda gay*

*no candles? well i brought one its extra flamey!*

Edited by: witchbitchwillow at: 5/14/02 1:23:21 pm

[bulldog tidnab]

*sigh* this is so cute. and i loved the AD link here. Now if i could just figure out how they are connected. Hmmm.



You've gone and given me the warm tinglies again Sass. And i've changed my mind. I do love you , but not in a prison way. More of the worship-you-as-the-fic-goddess-you-are kinda way.



yep yep yep. How i do loooove the Sassverse.



*Fawn*

Il est dit, elle me tient.

[Blue77]

How did I miss this thread until now??? Wow, they were all awesome and really well written. Have to admit I liked part 2 the best, it wasn't all the kissing honest, it was just that I always thought they got together then and that would have been the perfect way ... God, I would have loved to have seen that on the show!!!



Amazing ... what will be next? Well, whatever it is bring it on!!



Blue

"She should have died hereafter: There would have been a time for such a word ...

...it is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

Shakespeare/Macbeth

[The Rose24]

This is sooooo adorable. Write more soon?

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.

Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

Willow: Hi, um Tara. I was wondering maybe you want to go out some time for coffee? food? Kisses and gay love?

[xita]

God I loved this. For all the obvious reasons but Tara pretending to be a sunflower... priceless.

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"Everything is turning out so dark..."

"No, it's okay. Lost is good. Willow and I always know how to find each other!"

[Sassette]

**witchbitchwillow: Heh ... I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the song - I'll have to look it up. But thank you ... I'm glad you found it lovely.



**bulldog_tidnab: Awwww ... thank you *G* I love you too ... and feel free to fawn anytime you'd like - I do so adore a good fawning.



**Blue77: Yeah, I figured smoochies would be a favorite *G* And next is ... well, actually, I can't tell you. Because that would be telling.



**The Rose24: Yes, I shall write more soon. After doing the weekly TV thing with the family, then discussing, it's gotten to be rather late, so I'm going to get some sleep, but I should have the next vignette up in the morning if everything goes to plan.



**xita: Thank you *G* Sunflower Tara just seemed ... right somehow *shrug* I'm glad you liked it, and I'm glad that I was right that an 8-year-old bestest-girl-type-friends W/T fic is still a W/T fic and therefore appropriate for this board And because it can't be said enough - thank you xita, for being such a fantastic Ms. Moderator Fantastico. I love having this board to read and write fic on ... so thank you.



-Sass

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[Sivi27]

Is there a Sass-fanclub out there? You know, some website where I can Paypal in about 5 dollars and become a legitimate groupie rather than just a stalker? No, seriously. You can write them at any age, in any situation, anywhere in the world, and they are still Willow and Tara and I love it. You have a talent for "awwwwww", Sass. And sometimes "mmmmmmm". Sometimes "Oh WOW". You just have a talent, and many, many free mochas awaiting.

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[WebWarlock]

I was just thinking that I would also like to see W/T in the future as well. Maybe something when they are in there 40s or so.



Mostly because I love the idea of them being together forever.



Warlock

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Web Warlock

The Other Side & ShadowEarth Games


Liber Mysterium: The Netbook of Witches and Warlocks

[frenchrose888]

Sass, I love you, but then again you probably knew that by now.*g*



This was so sweet, and never before today had I been so happy my parents decided to call me Rose, cause now I'll have warm W/T snuggly feelings everytime someone will say my name.*g* (let me tell you, it will sure beat the old 'Duh, Rose like the Titanic chick?' routine...*sigh*)



Thank you for this Sass, and expect some more gushing once I've read the latest AD update.



Rose

" Well, Xander is a guy, so... kinda not a surprise that he likes to watch... girls. Why are we talking about this ?" - Wilow, Entropy

[Sassette]

**Sivi27: Fan Club? Website? Money? Nope, nope, and nope. However, I never have and I never will consider any kitten a stalker ... unless, of course, anyone shows up at my house with a camera And thank you *G*

**Web Warlock: 40's? Plan on it. This one is actually future, but near future. And yes - they'll be together forever.

**frenchrose888: LOL ... I'm glad I could make 'Rose' a happier name for you *GGG* And you're welcome.

Series: Vignettes
Number: 4
Title: Morning
Author: Sassette
Feedback: Can be sent to pink_overalls@yahoo.com
Summary: Willow wakes up earlier than usual
Spoiler Warning: None … set in the Future! Ooooohhhhh …. Aaaahhhhh….
Disclaimer: I didn't create these characters. I do, however, love them, and as they reside in my heart, they belong to me. I'm not making any money off of them, though.
Rating: PG-13

Morning
Part 4 of the Vignettes Series
by Sassette

Willow’s eyes blinked open quite without her permission and she frowned, groaning as she turned over onto her stomach, burying her face into the pillow. She grumbled nonsensically into the fabric for a moment until she really needed to breathe, then turned her head sharply to gain access to much-needed oxygen, bits of her red hair falling into her face.

“Oh, God, no,” she whimpered, her eyes falling on the digital alarm clock on the bedstand.

It was early.

Too damn early.

No sane person was awake at this hour.

Which, of course, proved unequivocally that Tara was insane. But in a good way. In the best way. In a delightfully quirky wonderful way, Willow mused, a small grin quirking her lips despite her attempts to keep hold of her awake-too-early bad mood.

But how could anyone think of Tara and not smile? Five years later, and she certainly couldn’t, and so happily gave up the effort as a lost cause and let the smile grow, a light laugh escaping her. Not that anything was funny – no, waking up too early without the side benefit of having a Tara in the bed with her was no laughing matter – but she was happy.

Deliriously so.

She stretched and yawned for a moment, shaking her head to get the hair out of her face, then settled back into the warm bedcovers. But it was no use. She was awake now, and once awake, there was no going back, even though Sundays were the only days she could sleep in, and she had been using that opportunity for a little extra sleep for a year now, and she needed the time. With a huff of breath, she pulled herself upright and clambered out of bed, groaning when her knee creaked, protesting the movement.

That, Willow decided like she did every morning, was really the worst. One lucky hit by a had pretty much shattered that knee, requiring all kinds of reconstructive surgery. Tara had taken the opportunity to pamper her shamelessly while she had been recovering, and now the tiniest hint of a limp and a few aches in the mornings and during bad weather were the only indications anything had ever been wrong in the first place. And if that was the worst, Willow would gladly take it.

Tara was, of course, already awake. How anyone could get up this early on the weekend, Willow honestly had no idea, but Tara had risen early on Sundays ever since Willow had surprised her with a house. It was just a fixer-upper, and nothing to get too excited about, or so Willow had thought at the time, but when she had driven Tara here, she had ooh’ed and ahh’ed over every little detail. And when Willow had told her it was theirs, Tara had cried.

Only once had Willow attempted to rise early with her lover to watch the sun rise and to find out exactly what it was Tara did with these Sunday mornings, but after taking on look at Willow’s grumpy morning-face, Tara had laughed and sent her back to bed. And so it remained a mystery, with Tara refusing to explain anything beyond the word ‘gardening’ unless Willow wanted to get out of bed on Sundays and see for herself.

Willow’s grin shifted and changed into a slight smirk, her eyes gleaming as she remembered half-jokingly telling Tara that she would go back to bed only if Tara joined her – and the truly wonderful and amazing morning that followed.

Definitely worth getting up for.

Smiling at the memory, she picked up her pajamas, which were lying on the floor where Tara had tossed them the night before, and slipped them on, then grabbed a robe and wrapped it around her.

She made her way to the window, easing back the curtains and peeking into the back yard, expecting to see Tara there, kneeling in her garden and tending to her flowers.

The sight that greeted her was that, but so much more.

A red-gold hazy glow lit the back yard, the sun just barely rising over the treetops in the distance, outlining Tara’s profile and making her hair gleam brightly. The mist lingering along the ground gave the whole thing an otherworldly appearance, drifting upward and burning off as a light wind waved strands of Tara’s hair around her face.

Willow’s breath caught at the sight, and a soft smile stole across her face, her eyes greedily drinking it all in, taking a mental picture of this moment and tucking it into her heart for safekeeping.

She watched for a few long minutes, until she realized that Tara’s lips were moving, and she had no idea what she was saying. Carefully, Willow cracked open the window, the faint sound of singing just barely reaching her ears, teasing her mind with the fact she could not name the song.

Go join Tara? Just watch some more? Or leave Tara in peace to continue her usual Sunday morning gardening?

Willow frowned thoughtfully. After four years of living together, they had each set up in their own mind when and where it was okay to interrupt the other. Without being told, Tara never stopped Willow’s work when her office door was shut, though Willow certainly wouldn’t have been bothered if she had, and Willow never ever bothered Tara when she was painting.

It was funny, really, how alike they were, yet so different at the same time. Willow would lose herself in lines of code, the almost arcane syntax pulling her in, just as Tara lost herself in lines and curves and colors. These things were sacrosanct, and shared only to the point where each appreciated the others gift in their chosen life’s work.

Which brought Willow to her problem. She had always seen Tara’s garden as a living work of art – so interrupt, or not?

She looked on, biting her lip as her brain raced itself in circles, weighing the pros and cons of going down there and joining Tara in the garden. A light shiver shook Tara’s form, and Willow realized with a start that Tara wasn’t wearing a jacket to ward off the cool morning chill, and she grinned. Surely, bringing Tara something warm to wear couldn’t be considered interrupting?

With a grin, she went to the closet, throwing it open and grabbing a jacket, leaving the bedroom and practically flying down the stairs, and to the kitchen.

And there was the door to the porch, giving her pause. Slowly, she eased it open, slipping outside onto the porch, Tara’s song reaching her ears easily now, though she still didn’t recognize it. Quietly, she crept down the stairs, a loud creaking noise alerting Tara to her presence.

A half-smile graced Tara’s features, and her eyes seemed to take on a warm glow as she turned her head and saw Willow standing there, a jacket in her hand.

“It’s early,” Tara said softly, her half-smile blooming into a full grin, and Willow’s reservations about bothering Tara while she was working melted away under the warmth of that smile.

“It’s cold, so I thought I’d bring you this jacket, which you should be wearing, because that’s what jackets are for. It felt all lonely and sad sitting in the closet, when its one purpose for existing is to keep my baby all warm and snuggly on chilly Sunday mornings, but here you were, kneeling on the cold ground without it, and so I thought I’d help it out so it could help you ward off snifflies and colds and other not good things,” Willow said, a little smile quirking her own lips. She moved to Tara’s side, kneeling next to her and slightly behind her, holding out the jacket and waiting patiently until Tara rolled her eyes and slipped her arms inside.

“Thank you,” Tara said softly, half-turning to kiss Willow lightly.

“Good morning,” Willow said softly, wrapping her arms around Tara and hugging her, just because she could.

“Good morning,” Tara greeted in kind, turning more fully and slipping into the embrace. Her hand slipping up, cupping Willow’s warm cheek, stroking the soft skin there with her thumb. “You never get up this early,” Tara said softly.

“Maybe I had a dream where you, the fair damsel in distress, were fighting the evil warriors of colds and flus, and only I, and my trusty jacket, could save you,” Willow said, turning her head to nuzzle Tara’s hand, kissing the palm lightly.

“My hero,” Tara said softly as Willow turned her head back to face Tara. “How can I ever repay you for saving me from the dastardly evil warriors of colds and flus?” she went on, batting her eyelashes outrageously.

“I believe smoochies are the usual payment for heroic services and daring rescues,” Willow said seriously.

“Smoochies? Are you sure? Not, coffee, or, umm… muffins?” Tara teased.

“You made muffins?” Willow asked, her eyebrows shooting up and a grin crossing her face. “I love your muffins.”

“Oh, well then, I’ll just go get some for your payment,” Tara said, starting to rise, only to find herself unable to move when Willow’s arms tightened around her, keeping her in place.

“Oh, no,” Willow said, shaking her head vigorously. “I love your muffins, but I need your smoochies like I need air – they’re completely essential to a happy well-balanced Willow.”

“Oh, well, we can’t have a Willow that isn’t functioning properly,” Tara murmured, her eyelids growing heavy and sliding half-shut as she tilted her head slightly, leaning in ever-so-slowly.

“That would just be … wrong,” Willow whispered back, her own eyes closing when Tara’s lips captured hers, sliding together, then apart, then together again.

Willow sighed against Tara’s mouth, as Tara kissed her slowly and thoroughly, giving her the sweetest smoochie-payment for daring rescues and miscellaneous heroic services in the history of good guys rescuing fair damsels in distress.
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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[jdcioffi]

"tucking it into her heart for safekeeping."



That is such a great line. I enjoyed all of it, but that line brought out a huge smile and a *sigh*.



Touching, really ... and it only leaves one thing to be desired ... more.



JD

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

[mollyig]

I love the harmonious household you've given them, as its exactly what such a loving couple deserve.



This made me sigh contentedly a couple of times, so you've done a brilliant job (as usual!)

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

[TrueXena]

*sigh*



Just beautiful Sass. Thats how a morning should start.



*sigh*

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Tara: "C-can you just be kissing me now?" - in 'Entropy'

Tara: "Its good to be a chicken casserole." -in 'Answering Darkness' By: Sassette

Tara: "Evil's....good." - in 'Seeing Red' (shooting script)

Edited by: TrueXena at: 5/15/02 8:51:11 am