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Series: Vignettes
Number: 5
Title: Empty Nest
Author: Sassette
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pink_overalls@yahoo.com Summary: Willow and Tara get ready for a special event
Spoiler Warning: None
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
Empty Nest
Part 5 of the Vignettes Series
by Sassette
“Honey, have you seen my earring?” Tara asked, as pulled her sweater on over her head.
“Which one?” Willow called out from the bathroom down the hall, peeking out the door and aiming her voice towards their bedroom.
“The dangly one,” Tara called back absently, opening and then shutting little drawers as she searched all the places she could have left the elusive piece of jewelry.
“Well, that narrows it down,” Willow said with a smirk, walking into the room, running a brush through her hair. “Just how many dangly earrings does one woman need to own?”
“Are you gonna’ help me or not?” Tara asked, shooting an impatient look Willow’s way.
“I’m sorry,” Willow said, immediately contrite at the annoyed tone of Tara’s voice.
“No, I’m sorry,” Tara said, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just …”
“Nervous?” Willow said, hazarding a guess.
“A little. I mean, I want everything to go perfectly, y’know?” Tara said softly.
“Here,” Willow said, finding the earring Tara was looking for in plain sight and handing it over. Tara closed her eyes and huffed, mentally kicking herself for missing it. “And of course you want it to go perfectly. But sweetie – what could go wrong?”
“This from the girl who had to help blow up the school and kill the commencement speaker at her graduation?” Tara asked, raising an eyebrow at Willow.
“Well, yeah, but that was a special case. High school graduations go off every day without a hitch. Well, not >every< day,” Willow clarified needlessly. “I mean – high school – graduation. Kind of a June thing, really, but still – many many high school graduations happenings all over the country, and no bloodletting.”
“This is Sunnydale,” Tara pointed out, tilting her head and putting on her earring.
“Well, yeah, but there were a billion gazillion graduations right here in Sunnydale before mine, and none of those had the mayor turning into a demon,” Willow said. “Nothing can go wrong. And just in case, Buffy took an axe with her, Xander and Anya are bringing crossbows, and you’ve got your witchy stuff.”
“What are you bringing?” Tara asked curiously.
“Oh! I almost forgot! I gotta go get it!” Willow said, jumping a little, then hurrying out of the room.
Tara watched her go, a bemused look on her face. She would find out soon enough, she supposed, and it was really kind of cute how Willow got all show-and-tell instead of just ‘tell’ when she asked a question. Tara put her hair up, fastening it neatly with pins as she thought of all the other fun situations in which Willow used her very special show-and-tell skills, the memories bringing a dreamy smile to her face.
Willow bounded back into the room, her excitement bubbling over with every gesture as she seemed completely unable to stand still, a small silver object in her hand.
“So what are you bringing?” Tara asked again, smiling at Willow.
Willow beamed back, thrusting her hand out and displaying her prize. “Digital Camera,” she said. “And see, it does stills >and< video, and it’s the size of a credit card,” she said, standing next to Tara and proudly pointing out all the little buttons and features on her new toy. “It’s so exciting,” she went on. “Our little Valedictorian, up there making with the speeches and being all academic.”
“So if demons crash Dawn’s graduation, Buffy, Xander, Anya and I will fight it off, and you’ll take pictures?” Tara asked, an amused look in her eye.
“Well, I figure someone has to take pictures of our little graduate anyway, and if there’s demon activity, I can sell the shots to the National Enquirer. We’ll be rich!” Willow said.
“’Ex-Cheerleader and Friends Vanquish Demon at High School Ceremony’,” Tara said, envisioning the headline.
“Right next to the most recent Elvis sighting, or pictures of an ice cream cone that miraculously melted into the shape of the Virgin Mary,” Willow said with a little grin.
Tara let out a little sigh, causing alarm bells to ring sharply in Willow’s brain. This was not a happy Tara. Between the sigh, the snapping, and the fact that Elvis and the Virgin Mary >always< made Tara laugh, Willow could only guess there was something wrong.
“Something wrong?” Willow asked, deciding to get right to the heart of the matter.
“Wrong? Oh, no,” Tara said unconvincingly, sitting on the bed to put on her shoes. “What could be wrong?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Willow said, sitting next to Tara and affecting a thoughtful expression. “Little Dawnie, graduating from high school. She’s all grown up now.”
“I just … I, umm,” Tara started to say, then stopped as she choked up, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Hey, hey!” Willow said, panic striking her heart at the miserable look on Tara’s face as she immediately pulled her into an embrace. “No crying,” Willow almost begged, tears stinging her own eyes as she rubbed Tara’s back in slow soothing circles. “No crying allowed during the happy festive graduation-type activities.”
“She’s grown up so fast,” Tara sniffled into Willow’s shoulder. “She’s taller than me now, and she doesn’t ask for funny-shaped pancakes, and she’s going to be off at college doing her own thing.”
“Well, she had to grow up sometime,” Willow said softly, turning on the bed so she was completely facing Tara and getting one leg behind her. She scooted backward until her back hit the headboard, pulling Tara with her. “And it’s not like she’s moving clear across the country – she’s just going to be on the campus at UC Sunnydale.”
Tara curled up, resting against Willow’s chest, her head tucked under Willow’s chin. “I know – I’m just being silly.”
“No you’re not,” Willow assured her, tilting her head and kissing the top of Tara’s head softly. “It makes me sad, too. I’ll miss her,” she confessed. “But she’ll just be over at the dorms. Just a phone call away.”
Tara nodded her agreement with the sentiment, snuggling into Willow and letting herself relax in her arms. “And we can visit?” Tara asked softly.
“Of course we can visit – Dawnie’d love it if we visited,” Willow said confidently.
“We wouldn’t be cramping her wild college style?” Tara asked.
“Well, we probably would,” Willow said with a little grin and a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “But we’re family. We’re supposed to embarrass her.”
Tara let out a laugh at that, turning a little to get her arms around Willow’s waist and hugging her tight. “We’re a family. I like being in a family.”
“And families are forever,” Willow said firmly. “We’re not losing her, y’know. She’s just – she’s starting her adulthood.”
“I know,” Tara said. “I … we’ve just all been so happy here. Together. I’m … I guess I’m kind of scared, that things are going to change so much.”
“They will change,” Willow confirmed, rubbing Tara’s shoulder slowly. “But change isn’t always bad. Not that Dawn not living here is good, but it’s not bad. Things have to change to grow. Besides, Buffy will still be here – she loves funny-shaped pancakes.”
“When’d you get so smart?” Tara asked lightly.
“I was born this smart,” Willow said solemnly, earning another laugh from Tara.
“Yes you were,” Tara agreed, reaching up and kissing Willow lightly. “And I certainly love you for it.”
“Oooh … if it gets me more Tara-Smoochies, I’ll have to be born smart more often,” Willow said with a little smile.
“Mmm … how about Tara-Smoochies just for being Willow?” Tara offered.
“Oh, that sounds good,” Willow said happily. “In fact, I think I’m going to be Willow right about … now.”
Tara sat up completely, leaning in and pressing her lips to Willow’s in a slow sweet kiss. She lingered there for a few long moments, opening her mouth for her lover and letting their tongues brush gently together several times before pulling back, a crooked smile crossing her face as she bit her lower lip softly.
“Ready to go?” Willow asked, a peaceful loving look on her face.
“Yeah, we don’t want to be late,” Tara said, kissing Willow lightly once more before standing, offering her hand to Willow.
Willow slipped her hand into Tara’s, squeezing it gently before they made their way out of the house and into a new phase of their lives.