Willow appraised the living room from the middle of the stairs and reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear she carefully went down the rest of them.
“Did I miss my invitation to the happy morning party?” She pulled at the edge of the sparkly dog t-shirt she wore and smiled as she reached the doorway. When she’d awoken Tara had been sleeping peacefully and she’d convinced herself she was going to have a good day.
“Will!” Buffy was the first to tune into the redhead’s voice having noticed the movement on the stairs seconds before everyone else. “No you got an invite it just doesn’t kick in till you were de-cuddled.” She explained and then looked up the stairs beyond her friend. “No Tara?” She added.
“Still sleepy.” Willow’s smile faded down slowly. “I was going to get her some breakfast.” She pointed to the kitchen.
“What’s on the menu Wilster?” Xander smiled his encouragement to the redhead.
“I was thinking cereal and toast.” Willow listed off. “And maybe juice.”
“Sounds great, you need a hand?” Buffy asked softly not wanting to offend her friend but wanting her to know that it was ok to be unsure.
“That would be nice.” Willow nodded brushing her hands over the pockets of her slightly baggy jeans. “Does anyone else want anything?” She questioned softly when no one responded immediately.
“No, I think we’re all good.” Buffy answered before anyone could. “Dawn’s in the kitchen I’m sure she’d lend a hand if you asked her.” She offered softly knowing that it would be good for her best friend and sister to have some time together. Time when the youngster didn’t have to be on edge in fear of what disaster might happen.
“Okay.” Willow nodded and began walking towards the kitchen. As she entered Dawn was already busy pouring out juice having collected up her morning pills. “Hi.” She stopped just inside the doorway reaching to adjust her shirt again.
“Willow.” Dawn turned and gave the redhead a smile.
“Buffy said you could help me.” Willow smiled back softly. “I was going to get breakfast for Tara.”
“Of course, anything.” Dawn nodded eagerly as Willow explained what she was doing. “What are we fixing her?”
“I thought toast and cereal.” Willow explained her theory. “She likes both of them.”
“She does.” Dawn agreed feeling a bit goofy as her moves and expressions seemed a bit too exaggerated.
“And juice.” Willow came in further.
“We have apple and orange and that strange mixed one that Buffy drinks.” Dawn put the glass down and crossed to the fridge pulling it open for Willow to examine.
“Ewww.” Willow made a playful face. “What would you like to bring her?” The redhead came over peering in.
“She likes either, her favourite is…” Dawn paused and then continued in a ‘Tara’ accent. “What ever Willow is having.” She grinned.
“I’ll have apple.” Willow laughed at the imitation.
“Great.” Dawn pulled the carton out and put it on the side next to the orange one.
“I can get the bread.” Willow moved around the counter and opened the breadbox.
“So any ideas what you and Tara might do today? The weather is still nice, we could put sun chairs out on the back lawn and you could sun bathe.” Dawn suggested.
“That would be nice.” Willow nodded as she carefully took out two pieces of bread and eased them into the toaster. “Did you want toast too?” She turned back to the teenager.
“Yes, please.” Dawn nodded. “So…” The teenager hesitated for just a moment. “So how are you feeling?”
“I feel okay.” Willow took more bread out. “How do I look?” She turned playing with the edge of her t-shirt again.
“You look great.” Dawn nodded enthusiastically.
“How are you feeling?” Willow smiled and questioned back.
“I’m good.” Dawn took a swig of the orange juice she had already poured.
“Maybe tomorrow we can convince her to make us pancakes.” Willow kept her smile.
“Do you think?” Dawn beamed and looked at Willow bright eyed.
“We’d have to make sure we have all the stuff she needs, you know how she likes to use that Soya milk.” The redhead appraised thoughtfully.
“We can go shopping, mass shopping.” Dawn enthused and started to make a mental list.
“Remember when we went shopping that time and we did the cart racing in the frozen department?” Willow giggled lightly.
“And Buffy told us we were being childish and then joined in.” Dawn took up the story. “And, and then that old lady told us that they go faster if you take the frozen peas out.” She laughed.
“Didn’t matter, I still beat you.” Willow stuck her tongue out at Dawn. “Tara said so.”
“She lied!” Dawn put her hand on her hip indignantly.
“She let you buy those cookies because you lost though.” Willow mimicked the pose.
“Yeah which is why I didn’t make a fuss.” The teenager pointed out the obvious. Willow was still smiling as the toast popped and she turned to replace it with the new pieces of bread. “So is Tara still asleep?” Dawn asked as she took two bowls out for whichever cereal Willow chose.
“She is.” Willow nodded as she pulled out a butter knife and got the jam out of the cupboard. “Dawn, can I ask you a question?” Her voice went slightly softer.
Dawn looked around for a second checking that indeed the redhead was talking to her.
“Me?” She pointed to her own chest.
“Yes, you are Dawn.” Willow turned around.
“Well yes,” Dawn tried to cover her surprise with a goofy smile. “Of course you can.” She added making it clear that Willow could ask her anything.
“Do you understand how she came back?” Willow’s face held a curious and confused honesty.
“Honestly?” Dawn thought for a moment and then shook her head. “No.” She admitted.
“Okay I was worried it was just me.” Willow calmed more.
“Oh no it’s not just you, in fact I think the only one who has a real clue is her.” Dawn nodded out of the kitchen window towards the back garden where Madalene was just visible. The Spellcaster was cross-legged on a blanket in the middle of the grass.
“Who is she?” Willow looked out at the back of the Spellcaster’s head, knowing she knew nothing more really than the woman’s name.
“She’s Tara’s cousin or something.” Dawn replied casually. “It happened to her too.”
“She’s a witch isn’t she?” Willow appraised quietly.
“She is.” Dawn nodded and looked out of the window at the silent woman.
“She seems so deep in thought all the time.” Willow appraised in a slightly distracted way as the second set of toast popped and she put jam on it.
“Yeah, I think she thinks too much.” Dawn admitted and shrugged as the train of thought turned in her head. “And I think Xander’s soft on her.” She added with a grin confiding in Willow this unspoken secret that she had harboured for a few days.
“Xander?” Willow turned and then laughed. “That’s funny.”
“He still loves Anya though which means they wont ever get together.” Dawn summed up the honest truth.
“I think the fact she’s gay might stop that too.” Willow added without missing a blink as she cut the toasts into triangles.
“Gay?” Dawn whispered literally lowering her head and turning to Willow in secrecy. “Really?” She looked at the redhead all wide eyed.
“Oh, I mean... I think... I could be wrong.” Willow turned to Dawn and blushed a bit.
“Oh poor Xander.” Dawn giggled. “Everyone he likes is either gay, demonic or destined to be single.”
“I could be wrong.” Willow repeated giggling with the teenager’s appraisal.
“I doubt it, I mean you know Tara was.” Dawn pointed out. “Remember…” She began excitedly. “How you used to come in having been in class with her before you got together and you’d be all floaty and happy but wouldn’t let on why and then when you finally got together.” Dawn raised her eyebrows on the word finally.
“I told you.” Willow smiled softly as she remembered the long talk she’d had with the surprisingly open and understanding young woman. “Don’t you think she is?” She looked back through the window in the door.
“She could be.” Dawn appraised the witch again. “What makes you think it?”
“I don’t know just this air she gives.” Willow shrugged.
“Like Tara?” Dawn inquired genuinely interested.
“No, she’s much different than Tara.” Willow shook her head literally staring out the window now. “She’s more resolved, more rage against the storm but still gentle like something taught her a great lesson once.” She blinked slowly.
“I think she’s sad and lonely.” Dawn admitted her honest impression of the spellcaster. “She…” The teenager paused as if ashamed of what she was about to say. Willow shivered and turned back to the teenager waiting.
As Willow looked at her Dawn shook herself a little changing her mind about her sentence instead falling silent.
“You were going to say something.” Willow prompted softly.
“I…” Dawn began again looking at Willow for a sign that she really could say what she felt, looking for the ‘old Willow’ the one she could say things to.
“You can tell me.” The redhead stepped a bit closer. “I know I’m not me most of the time but its getting better.”
“She reminds me of Buffy.” The teenager admitted sadly. “Alone, different, misunderstood.” She looked down despondently at the floor and shivered. “It’s not right for anyone to feel like that.” She added concerned.
“It must be hard for her.” Willow nodded and reached out to hug the teenager closing her eyes as she did so. “Should we bring her breakfast?” Her simple feeling mind tried to find a simple answer.
Dawn hugged Willow so tightly back that in the back of her mind reason screamed out at her to loosen the grip, but she couldn’t. She held Willow, one of her ‘mommies’, one of the two people that had taken care of her when everything in her world had fallen apart.
“I love you Dawn.” Willow whispered tightening her grip as she felt the teenager cling onto her.
“I love you.” Dawn replied tears filling her brown eyes. “I can’t believe I have you, both of you back.” She whispered nuzzling her head into Willow’s neck.
“You could come out with us and sunbathe later.” Willow leaned her head into Dawn’s.
“You two need time.” Dawn pulled herself together a little realising that maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. After all she didn’t want to appear needy and push Willow further away with guilt.
“We have all the time in the world.” Willow remembered Tara’s words and shared them trying to make Dawn feel better.
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