Buffy stood in the doorway to the bathroom and looked down at the blonde who was leaned against the side of the tub seeming to be quite captivated as she flexed and moved her toes.
“I hear you needed a taxi.” The Slayer offered softly causing the blonde to look up.
“How’s Will?” She asked softly.
“She’s okay, we got her to take her pills.” Buffy moved in and sunk down to kneel near her.
“How long before she’s asleep?” Tara inquired.
“Um... half hour maybe less.” Buffy tried to fill in. “The pills are pretty strong but if she’s been upset sometimes she fights them.”
“How ok is ok?” The Wicca leaned back a little harder against the tub side.
“Okay means she didn’t hurt herself, she’s settled now and compared to most from what Dawn told me you eased her back in record time.” Buffy leaned over and rested next to Tara.
“I’m not sure it had much t do with me.” Tara shook her head and looked back down at her feet.
“Why would you say that?” Buffy questioned looking sideways at her.
“I didn’t stop it happening so why should I have been the one that helped her through it, in fact it was my fault.” Tara’s blue eyes dropped lower.
“Why do you think it’s your fault? Cause you fell?” Buffy reached over to the towel on the floor. “Tara, she’s had massive freak outs over smaller things.”
“But I should have prevented this one.” Tara sighed softly.
“As far as I’m concerned you’ve already worked miracles. I mean Willow on her way to brush her teeth without a five minute discussion about how it’s necessary.” Buffy smiled trying to catch blue eyes. “That is a miracle.”
“I should have woken Dawn.” Tara refused to meet her eyes.
“I didn’t want you to get a swelled head but the Dawn asleep before midnight. That is your second miracle, one more and we can put you forward for sainthood.” Buffy kept trying to lighten her mood.
“I’m sorry Buffy.” Tara eventually turned to look at Buffy. “I’m just feeling sorry for myself I think.”
“Do you know what we need?” Buffy questioned with a sudden inspiration.
“A holiday?” Tara replied with a slightly lopsided smile.
“I was going to say ice cream.” Buffy laughed lightly.
“Just as good, but I don’t want to be a bother, with the stairs and everything.” Tara felt the burden of her situation anew.
“This is me.” Buffy shook her head and switched over to put her arms under the blonde and in a sure move picked her up. “Stairs is nothing, now a mountain I might want a moment.”
“Do you think Willow be ok without me?” Tara hung on a little.
“I could put you in with her and bring it up if you wanted?” Buffy checked as she moved out into the hallway.
“I don’t want to disturb her, if it’s best she goes to sleep it might be better if I leave her until the medication kicks in.” Tara offered for Buffy’s comment.
“She’ll be fine.” Buffy walked past the door and made her way down the stairs. “You up for a stool or the couch?” She checked before going all the way into the kitchen.
“It’s harder to fall of the couch.” Tara sighed again.
Buffy smiled and moved in to settle the blonde on the large fluffy cushions before she went into the kitchen and fixed them both large bowls.
“I’m hoping you still love chocolate sauce.” The Slayer smiled as she brought the bowls back through one was covered in dark sweet sauce.
“Still lots of taste bud jumping for joy at the mere mention.” Tara admitted as the words did literally make something inside her happier.
“I thought I heard you two in here.” Madalene emerged from the dining room. “How are you doing?” She questioned Tara as Buffy settled down with their treat.
“Feeling sorry for myself, Buffy is helping by feeding me ice-cream.” Tara replied honestly.
“Ice cream always makes things better.” Madalene agreed coming to sit down on one of the chairs.
“And convincing her that she has no reason to feel sorry for herself.” Buffy added quickly.
“I just feel so helpless.” Tara admitted glancing between the two women before looking down at her bowl of ice cream.
“Tara I have to honestly tell you here that you’ve only been risen for three days. That you’re even able to move is fantastic.” Madalene tried to be supportive.
“Thank you.” Tara smiled gratefully at the spellcaster. “And I don’t know if I was like this before, but I’m kinda feeling pretty…” Tara [paused. “Lacking.”
“I’m sure it’s just due to the adjustment.” Madalene underlined.
“Oh yeah... definitely.” Buffy mumbled through a mouthful of ice cream.
Tara ate some of her ice cream in silence for a moment not managing more than a few mouthfuls before she put down her spoon.
“When did Xander go home?” She asked nursing her bowl.
“This is his home.” Buffy stopped and looked up from her bowl.
“Ice cream, I’m missing out on ice cream.” Anya’s voice called from the stairs stopping all conversation for the moment as the vengeance demon walked down them and came into the living room.
“Anya, where did Xander go?” Buffy questioned her immediately.
“He went after her.” Anya nodded towards Madalene. “He probably got side tracked by chicken or pizza.” The demon shrugged and perched on the arm of the chair next to Tara.
“He went after me?” Madalene looked at the demon surprised.
“Chicken yeah Xander loves chicken.” Buffy’s eyes narrowed as she looked out the window into the dark sky.
“So do I get ice cream? I’ve been looking after the three of them for over an hour now.” Anya protested looking at Buffy.
“Come on Anya, I’ll help you get some.” Buffy gave Tara a ‘help me’ look and moved over with Anya into the kitchen. She wondered why suddenly the demon was incapable of rummaging for ice cream herself.
“I’m taking it I missed something.” Tara looked at the spellcaster.
“We had a slight misunderstanding.” Madalene smiled softly.
“You and Buffy?” Tara clarified.
“Yes, but we worked it out. They all love you so much they are even afraid I could be a threat.” Madalene laughed lightly.
Tara looked briefly off towards the kitchen before turning back to look at Madalene.
“But you’re not a threat are you?” She asked quietly fixing Madalene’s eyes with her own.
“Not that I know of.” Madalene held the blue gaze without flinching.
“Why did they think you were?” She asked curious.
“There’s been a couple of incidents that has Buffy thinking there is someone or something that is after me.” Madalene explained calmly.
“Incidents?” Tara frowned.
“Nothing that you need to worry about.” Madalene reassured her. “Buffy says she’s going to take care of it.”
“Willow’s asleep.” Neither Tara nor Madalene had noticed the teenager’s arrival as Dawn appeared in the room. The dark haired young woman crossed over and snuggled onto the couch beside Tara.
“I have ice cream.” The blonde smiled and offered Dawn her bowl.
“Chocolate mountain explosion cool.” Dawn took the spoon and helped herself to a large mouthful.
“I’m merely saying that unlike popular thought, I believe that it is ice cream rather than chocolate that can be as satisfying as sex.” Anya stressed as she walked in from the kitchen not even blinking when she caught sight of Dawn.
“Dawn can you be any more of a thief?” Buffy tried to ignore Anya as she held up the bowl she’d dished out for the teenager.
“Tara offered.” Dawn objected.
“You don’t have to coddle her.” Buffy grinned at Tara as she handed over the new bowl. “We weren’t sure if you wanted any?” She motioned to the second bowl that Anya was carrying for Madalene.
“Thank you.” The spellcaster smiled at the thoughtfulness and took the offered indulgence.
Tara smiled softly and leaned back a little into the couch cushion, just basking in the strange familiarity there was to this situation. It all seemed so natural, them all gathered around eating ice cream. Though the two missing Scoobies did draw a red flag in her mind.
“So if Xander lives here, where are you managing to fit everyone?” She asked looking over at Buffy as she and the Slayer where the only two not really eating.
“Well for the moment you and Willow get your room, Mads can have mine and I bunk with Dawn.” Buffy summed up. “Xander offered to give you the basement Anya if you want to stay too, he can take the couch.”
“Me, stay in the basement, I’m a vengeance demon again. My time of sleeping in basements is over.” She scowled firmly.
“You get the basement or the couch.” Buffy looked back at her unmoved by the plea.
“I’ll have the bed, but I insist that Xander takes all his smelly unmentionables out of there first.” Anya huffed loudly. “Where is he anyway, its been ages?” She pouted.
“I don’t know.” Buffy shook her head looking out the window again. “You guys okay to hold down the fort while I go look?”
“We can cope.” Dawn replied nodding brightly as she glanced between Buffy and Tara.
“You sure?” The Slayer moved and shrugged on a coat as she poised the question directly to Tara.
“Positive.” Tara smiled and nodded.
“Back soon.” Buffy nodded and went out locking the door behind her.
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