Yeah so blame Mariacomet for this update, her fic inspired me.
Anyway, here is the next part for those interested, and I hope someone out there still is

I am the worst updater in the world I know.
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Tara steps back, shock and confusion evident in her eyes, she’s sure she heard wrong. “I have to do what?” she asks.
“Baby,” Willow says, her voice breaking, “you have to ask them to take you back.”
Tara removes her palm from Willow cheek, then looks down at the hand as if it was a foreign being, “Willow…how could you ask me that…no, of course not, why would I do that?”
“They’ll take them back,” Willow persists, “they’ll make the memories go away!”
Tara nods, understanding coming into her eyes and with the understanding a conscious decision to make her lover understand. “You value our love so little?” she questions softly.
“I…what?”
“Do you think so little of my feelings for you?” Tara questions again, this time more adamantly.
Willow’s gaze is now filled with confusion and hurt, “Tara, I….NO.”
“Then why do you believe that I would give you up?”
“Baby, I can’t see you hurt, I can’t see you remember…”
“Willow, yes, it hurts, it hurts knowing what my fa…” she trails off. “What that man did to me, it hurts realizing what m-momma tried to keep me from remembering with her spell, God sweetie it hurts.”
“See!” Willow interrupted. “Tara, I can’t stand for you to…”
“But,” Tara continued, “It would hurt me a thousand times more if I lost you again.”
“These,” she points to her head. “These memories are worth it. They’re worth it if it means that I get to be with you sweetie. Don’t you understand that?”
Tara moves toward her lover again, this time grabbing her shoulders, “Don’t you understand how pivotal you are?”
Willow looks into Tara’s eyes, her lower lip trembling, “Tara, I...”
“Willow, you are it for me,” Tara continues, her eyes filling with tears. “You are the sun and the moon. You are the axis the world spins on. You are my world. N-nothing, nothing matters more. Nothing means more to me. And if that means that I have to remember what happened to me, if that means that I’d have to remember and relive it ten-fold, then sweetie, it’s worth it.”
Willow is crying freely now, the tears falling steadingly down her face.
“I know for you it’s been three months,” Tara continues, “But for me, sweetie, for me we were just making love a couple of days of ago. We had just found each other again, and on that night, I promised, I SWORE,” she says adamantly, “ that I would never let you go again, I swore by the gods, that I would remain by your side as long as you’d have me. And I’ve faced the gods, I faced death and I’m facing my childhood demons but that promise still holds. The only thing that will keep me away from you is if you tell me you don’t want me.” She paused, and then pleaded softly, “Please don’t tell me you don’t want me.”
Willow looks into Tara's eyes, into the desperation and need in those blue eyes, and her resolve breaks. “Baby, oh god, I’m sorry,” Willow says as she pulls Tara into a hug. “I’m so sorry. Of course I want you! Life without you is nothing, it’s grey.”
“Then don’t ask me to go back, don’t ask me to try to go on without you!” Tara pleads desperately, her tears now having free reign.
“NO.” Willow says as she pulls Tara deeper into her arms. “No, no, no. God I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Forgive me baby, I love you, I love you so much.” She says and starts kissing Tara’s face - her lips an affirmation of her love.
Tara’s cries become bigger, her sobs now overtaking her completely.
“Shh, baby,” Willow says, “It’s okay, I’m sorry, you don’t have to go back okay? You’re staying here; you’re staying here with me.”
Minutes later and the women are on the floor, Tara holding on to Willow’s waist; Willow’s back leaning against the side of the bed. The tears have shed their course and now the dam is thinning, the water almost out. Tara sniffles and burrows her head more readily into Willow’s shoulder. Willow continues holding on tightly to her lover with one arm while the other’s hand softly smoothes Tara’s hair.
“Tara,” Willow begins softly. “I’m…I know I’ve said this, but I’m sorry baby. I just, I hate that you remember.”
“It hurts Will, oh God it hurts,” Tara replies brokenly. “What he did to me, I see it all now and it’s like a movie, it’s clear and it’s perfect and I remember every single detail. It’s terrifying.”
“Baby…”Willow cries softly. Her fingers running through the blonde’s hair.
“I don’t think I can face this without you,” Tara says.
“You won’t have to,” Willow replies and kisses Tara’s forehead, “Anything you face, you won’t face alone. Never again.”
Tara turns her face up and looks into her lover’s eyes. They both lean forward, desperately needing the contact. Their lips touch, reconnections are made, and reunions of souls are solidified.
Willow pulls back, “You’ll tell me?” she questions.
Tara nods, “Everything.” She begins kissing her lover again, this time her tongue peaking out, seeking purchase, seeking an opening. “Later.” She whispers into Willow’s lips. “Right now I need…”
The front door slams and Buffy’s voice carries up the stairs. “TARA!!”
The lover’s break apart as they hear the slayer’s footsteps. The bedroom door opens and reveals the bruised and battered body of the Chosen One. Her lip is bloodied, her shoulder bruised and her eye is blackened. She looks around the room and quickly finds them sitting on the floor.
“We have to move!” she yells. “Now!”
“What?” Willow scrambles up. “Buffy, what’s going on?”
“I was coming back from the shop, ran into this guy down the block, tall, blonde, handsome. I’m thinking okay, hello cutie and start walking toward him, only; he sees me and out comes this big sword. He calmly tells me that I’m holding the defector and that if I don’t get in the way no harm will come to me, only, hello? No idea what he’s talking about! But then he mentions you,” Buffy points at Tara. “So I try to stop him and then this,” she points to her bruises, “happens.”
“I managed to get a few shots in edgewise but I don’t think I slowed him down for long so we need to get moving!” Buffy finishes.
Willow reaches down to pull Tara to her feet when the house begins to shake. Buffy runs toward the window and sees the man walking toward the house. “He’s coming!”
Tara runs toward the window sees the light surrounding the man, sees his wings. She steps back, the fear in her eyes evident. “It’s begun.”