Fic: Pathways and Patterns (Sequel to This Look of Love)

[LadyCallie]

EEEEPPPP! I hate visions for the future! I hate them!!! They mean something bad will happen. Everytime, it's always bad. Just once I'd like to see a fic have a nice fluffy vision. Just once.





Donnie, you're a sick SOB. Buffy's is soooo gonna kick your ass. And I'm gonna be so glad when she does.





Okay, wasn't expecting Brenda to up and move. Where's she going?



-LC

(cute siggy Osiris)

~*~

RealLiveTara is my RealLiveGirlfriend!*swoons*



"It doesn't have to be a really frenchish french, I just wanna feel your tongue."- my grilfriend last night.



"I don't wanna come out of the closet. All my clothes are in there!" -Me

[Lonewolf22]

Urn of Osiris: Great update, but I hate the cliffhanger, I'm REALLY, really glad that Willow was able to reach Tara, I absolutely loved the "I love you's" that they gave each other, and I hope that they reach each other again. What happend to Brenda? Where is she going? Is she coming back? I really hope that Abbey is OK. I can't wait to read more.



Lonewolf

[deixs]

Great update but i have to admit that i halso dislike the cliffhanger!!

I wonder who brooke the connectin between Tara and Willow?



Stef

[JennY]

I love this fic. I can't wait till Donnie gets his. Grrr! I hate that guy!

Edited by: BytrSuite at: 11/9/02 3:31:29 pm

[Tara22]

ooooooooh Urnie....



wow... that was amazing!! aw wow...you sure are the queen of cliffhangers lately girlie... *sigh* must know what happens and must see some Donnie butt kicking....



oooh!! thanks SO much for the wine and cheese *sniffles* you truly are a friend Urn what, with all the hacking of chickens just to rescue the poor defensless cheese... so noble.



ooooh... and I am raising every single body part possible to the longer Crayon Breaky Willow...



omg!! I can't wait for more!! connect the dots? woah.... mmm does that involve tongue?



Thanks again Urns!!!



GO YOU!!!

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"Oh, sorry. Uhh, I forgot that that doesn't seem normal, to the rest of society. It's just, we, well, we both really like cows. Really like them. To the extent of wanting to buy one, when we're older." - The Crying Game (by Vix84)

[Urn of Osiris]

Good Morning, Afternoon or Evening..........whichever applies.



The next chapter is written and off so as soon as it's edited I will put it up.



So I'll reply to the lovely feedback.



Lostsoul..........Whoa.....simmer down.......... More CBW on the way.



SlayerSyd........your vote has been counted and it excites me to know you went back and found the hidden fun. I hope you enjoy the next installment.



Rai.........*hands tissue*.....dry your eyes now. Much CBW fun ahead. Ohhh I did kinda torture with the last one. So sorry. Oh and you with the pouting...how about some CBW cheer? I'll make it all better soon....not to soon.



LC...........Oh the yawny guy worried me. I was worried CBW wasn't satisfying your need. But then I read your feedback and realized well the opposite. How's the head (cold) and the fairy research. Side note....Have you ever seen Lady Cottington's Pressed Fairy book? By Terry Jones. OMG just so very funny, in an OMG kinda way.



It's just a dream LC, Don't start crying again....no headaches........Fluffy vision? I'll try to get one in there for you. OK.

Ass kicking that made me chuckle. Brenda, she found her spine so let's see what she does with it.

Oh the sig, glad you like.



Ashley..........Oh glad you liked it. Sorry but I can't have them finding each other so quickly. Do you really want it all to end so fast? No, I didn't think so. Hmmmm and Brenda what could she be up to? More is on the way.





Grimmy.........I knew you'd hate that Abbey woke up, but it'll work out. Oh and you go on with trying to figure it out. I can tell you it is not the magic chain theory. I promise Willow will figure things out.

As far as the GPS technology goes.......Tara and Buffy don't get it either. It has more to do with the inability to activate the bare bones software. Plus did you think I would make it that easy. Yes, time is progressing slowly. I hope that works out so I can get in all the details I want to.

Oh you really do make me smile.





lil' c.........Hmmm brenda will do something but I can't tell you just yet. As far as T and W go, They will find each other and it will be very exciting. I hope.





BV........Oh you liked the mind chat, good. Cool. Well I can't let it happen that easily. I know how you feel about Abbey, she'll be okay.



Molly........Did you stop riding the bus? oh sorry I've missed your wonderful poems. There is a reason for the loss of connection, aside from extending the story I think Willow would think she let her down but she'll work through it....all I can say now.



Sonya........Fear not, it'll be ok soon. Not completely, or very soon....but it'll all work out in the end.

Oh you brave Fan Fic warrior you. Does a writer proud! I never know how cliffy the ends are until I get the feedback because I know what's coming next. It is hard to judge the impact on the reader. I am happy you'll stick with the job though.

I promise I will not burst your bubble. I feel the very same way about the fics here at pens. S7 is just another razor sharp slice to our already battered hearts.

Tara lives! always will for me.





Lonewolf.....Should I apologize for the cliffyness, sorry. Well the inability to connect will be explained so hang in there. I was trying to get in every bit of want and need into that small conversation. They'd say I love you, just to touch souls for a moment. Brenda well I can't spill my plan, but I think you'll be happy with it. Abbey has her family, she'll be ok.



dexis........I'm beginning to notice a pattern in the dislike of the Cliffhanger. I'll try to ease the tension soon. I'm glad you are wondering, and there will be an explanation.





JennY........I'm so happy to feel the love. As far as Donnie goes, it'll work out.





Chel.........Amazing, wow thanks. I know I hear my cliffs are making you all a bit anxious. I'll try to ease the tension soon. How about some CBW to get you by. Will that help? Anything I can do to defend the honor of your cheese. *does dance*





OK, now that my poor fingers are achy.........the update.



Crayon Breaky Willow Part 12



Tara slipped tenderly behind her lover, brushing the wisps of hair from her shoulder, eyeing the freckle. “Will..sweetie this one’s new?" Tara traced her fingers over the sweet dimple in her neck, leaving a red trail across the alabaster skin.



Willow watched the line snake slowly across her chest. “Mmmm, smells like cherries.” She closed her eyes to the sensation, feeling the heat of her lover’s touch burn across her heaving flesh. “Whatcha makin’ there.”



“hmmm, think I found a new constellation.”



“But I’m not the night sky.”



“Maybe not, but you are the most heavenly body.”



Willow arched herself into the tender lips of her lover, feeling the moist flesh of her tongue trail eagerly from point to point. Searcing with experienced senses, for the places of passion across her skin.



TBC



How's that?

Take care all........

edited for pathetic spelling

Urn of Osiris

__________________**
Anyone else waiting for it to go poof? My thoughts on S7

Edited by: Urn of Osiris  at: 11/11/02 4:45:16 am

[Tara22]

do you NEED to ask Urnie!? That was the most...ugh! wow!!! yes.. *squeaks* tension eased...



ooooh... and I did notice that mention of tongue... of course it wouldn't get past me!



LOVED the heavenly body line!!



and mmmmm... smells like cherries



GO YOU and the defense of cheese!! *hugs*



LOVE THE NEW SIG THINGY!!

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"Oh, sorry. Uhh, I forgot that that doesn't seem normal, to the rest of society. It's just, we, well, we both really like cows. Really like them. To the extent of wanting to buy one, when we're older." - The Crying Game (by Vix84)

Edited by: Tara22  at: 11/11/02 4:47:19 am

[LostSoul]

LOL. Sharon you are so close to stepping over the smut line. LOL.



I give you one more fic before you just leap over the line. LOL.



Or should I say skip?



You could be right up there with Triscuit in no time. LOL.

LostSoul

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[LadyCallie]

You're so sweet Osiris. My cold is pretty much the same...hmm maybe I should share with Donnie DumbAss..... *AAACHUUOOO*



Thank that you bastard. Ha.



And yes I have read the Pressed Fairy Book....it's one of my girlfriend's favorites in fact. Disturbing in a really funny way. I have to say it's not something I'd want to own though.



And yes, CBW is so keeping me , never at all



I love these guys.

-LC

~*~

RealLiveTara is my RealLiveGirlfriend! *swoons*

"It doesn't have to be a really frenchish french, I just wanna feel your tongue."- my girlfriend last night.

"I don't wanna come out of the closet. All my clothes are in there!" -Me

[Miss1234Kitty]

Lovely update! GBH is no longer broken. As for making the CBW updates longer... what do you think I'd say? *tee hee*



Tara and Willow's connections are so lovely! I'm really looking forward to more updates.



Gem

[pacou]

Wow, so finally cherry is on



Great new part of CBW! And this one was looong!







Okay, I havent read Pathways and Patterns so far, but you know, not much time



Anyway, thanks for the updates, event if I only know parts of them



-Viv-

[Urn of Osiris]

Hello all, thanks for reading. I'm noticing from feedback that CBW seems to be entertaining. Oh so happy to hear that. But I'll pause now for a bit of Pathways and Patterns.



Enjoy! And this one is cliffy as well but you'll also get the first glimpses......Oh read, I don't want to spoil.





Chapter 24





The silent calm of the wilderness evaporated slowly into the shadows as the whispering winds of night spread across the ground. The chill snaked like fingers between the weathered cracks, pressing the bitter edge of nightfall into the darkened room.



Willow watched small tears slip slowly down her daughter’s cheek. “Shh Abbey, it’s okay. Mommy is coming; she’ll find us…always.”



Tiny green eyes bulged with fear begging to wake from the terror of the surroundings. The redhead struggled against her racing heart, feeling with every beat, the growing intensity of her anger. Her mind flashed quickly through her history with magic, searching for an incantation. Every thought returned her to the desolate space of the cabin.



“Abbey girl?” The child nodded, acknowledging the voice of her mother. “Roll over so I can unwrap your hands.”



Slowly she inched her body over, wincing as the coarse fibers of the rope webbing rubbed against her arms. They lay together, back to back; snaking their bodies closer struggling to connect flesh to flesh.



Willow twisted her arms contorting herself close enough to reach the binding. Her fingers spindled around scraping against the seams of tape, flicking against the edge, desperately trying to release her daughter.



Abbey blinked at the sight of the cabin walls. Slowly scanning the room, silently wondering where she was. Her eyes clamped hard, forcing the desolate image from her mind. Over and over she begged to be safe. Begged to be in the warm comfort of her mother’s bed. Begged to be in the soft embrace of the slayer’s arms. Begged to be anyplace but between the dank walls of the haunting room.



Tears fell freely as the dark reality reappeared before her opening eyes, her sadness twitching against the coarse ropes.



Willow desperately unraveled the tape, freeing the binding from her wrists. The tiny body rotated in an instant catching the red head off guard. Throwing herself around her mother, smothering her tape covered lips across the soft skin of her face. Abbey pulled it sharply unaware of the pain that would follow. Her screams echoed through the cabin, squeezing through the cracks in the walls, billowing out into the desolate night.





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“Hey!” Anya pointed into the adjoining room. “Hey!….Hey!” The group of people crowded around the door, forcing Anya through the opening. The blonde staggered catching her balance against the table.



“What?” Xander stared with confusion, shifting his eyes back and forth across the room.



Dawn looked down at the bed, “Where’s Brenda?”



“Hello! That’s what I was saying.” Anya snapped at the crowd, pointing out the very obvious. “She’s gone.”



“Well where the hell did she go now?” Dawn moved through the group stopping in front of the sleeping child. “She left him here? How could she just leave him?”





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A hard course of shadows stretched across the darkened path. The tall umbrella of light flowed overhead dimpling the ground with a patchwork of luminescence. Seconds paced the pause between broken glances of gloom, marking the call of distress, screaming for help like a seaman’s code.



Pounding footfalls beat a steady rhythm, trampling the edge of the past, fronteering a way to the future. Left and right each shoe clomped down on the street, unsteady, unsure of a destination.



Her arms pumped a frightened pattern shifting against her tiring pace, her head screaming for freedom, her body fighting against gravity. The beat of her heart throbbed against the desperate run. Struggling to erase every image of violence and pain, she forced the ragged pace.



Without knowing, without needing, without conscience; running into the night.





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“Why isn’t it working?” The slayer stared coldly at the flickering screen. “Password…it wants a password.” She turned the laptop toward the blonde; shouting frustration with the glare in her eyes.



“I don’t know the password. What key did you hit?” Tara thought for a moment running the possible choices through her mind. “Try Abbey’s birthday.”



The slayer pounded the numbers into the machine. “Nope, not it.”



The blonde nipped at her bottom lip, shuffling a list of dates through her mind. “Try mine.”



Buffy entered the date. “Hmm, nope…not doing it either.” The screen flickered and flashed at the improper entry. “I’ll try Will’s.” An alarm sounded at the third incorrect entry. Green text flashed a warning on the screen. The program shut down.



“Oh goddess, we need to restart.” Tara buried her fear struggling with the stubborn computer in front of her. Momentarily distracted from the looming thoughts of her wife and daughter. Lost, if only briefly, in the complexities of the cyber unknown. “Oh Willow…what would you use.”





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“So what do we do with him?” Anya stared coldly at the sleeping child. “Call Tara.” They backed out of the room, quietly closing the door.



“What is she thinking?” Xander smirked. “Because we need to be looking for her too?”





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“Mom, where are we?” Innocent eyes glared unknowingly at her mother. She scanned the length of the red head’s form taking in the desperate situation. She was smart, knowing that this was not a game, all to aware of the danger they were in. Still her 5-year-old mind focused on the positive. “Can I call to mommy?”



“I tried Abbey girl.” Willow stared at the child, franticly trying to hide her fear. “Untie my hands, and you and I can try together.”



She picked at the folded edge of the tape seam, anxiously unraveling the wrappings. Willow felt the adhesive grip the finite hairs on her wrist, wincing at the sudden pain. Abbey felt the twitch against her fingers stopping immediately.



Her tiny face crumbled. Filling with pain and shame. Willow recognized the look, so many times in their blossoming relationship; she’d seen that same expression in her wife.



Through tears she asked, “Did I hurt you mom?” Her face folded against the bend of her arm.



Willow forced the tape, ripping it sharply from her skin, immune to her own pain. “Never!” She wrapped herself around the child. “Never…I love you and you didn’t hurt me.” Her heart raced with anguish, watching the devastation grow in her daughter’s eyes, fearing in that moment their relationship had changed. Feeling in that solitary exchange the separation between innocence and knowing.



Willow pulled away looking into the fragile expression. “I’m going to get us out of here.” Forcing a smile, Willow unwrapped the binding from their ankles.



Abbey stared at the thick length of chain. “What about that?”



“I’m not sure yet.” Willow forced a smile. “One thing at a time.”





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“Stop.” Tara grabbed the slayer by the shoulder. “We’re doing this wrong. She wouldn’t use such obvious dates and if we keep this up we’ll get locked out of the program.”

“What do you mean?” Buffy stared with confusion wondering how Tara knew anything about Willow’s programming.



“I’m pretty sure too many incorrect passwords will lock us out.” Tara watched Buffy, the wrinkles of her forehead bending deep with confusion. “Basic security measure.”



Buffy smiled. “And you know this because?”



A sparkle of love spread slowly across her face, “I’m in love with a babbling hacker.”



“I’ve noticed that. It’s really sorta hard to miss.”



Tara turned toward the window, staring out into the darkness. “Where are they Buffy? I don’t really know Donnie, I never did. He could have taken them anywhere.”



“Think for a minute Tara. What’s the password? Once we have that, we’ll find them” Buffy held her shoulders forcing the blonde to focus on her wife. “You know Tara. You know everything. Your heart knows everything about her, listen to it.”





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“Tara’s phone goes right to voicemail.” Anya ended the call, frustrated by the technology. “These things never work when you need them.”



“Should we go out after her?” Xander watched dawn shake her head as Anya nodded. Making the tough choice. “Dawn, you stay here with him, we’re going back to the apartment.”



Xander raced out the door, without hesitation, Anya following quickly behind them. Dawn shifted a few strands of hair, tucking them tightly behind her ear. She watched the child, remembering her mother’s death. How alone she felt, knowing she’d never have the comfort of her warm embrace.



She rested on the bed beside him. Wondering how he could sleep through all the commotion. Realizing he’d probably witnessed more and slept through worse. She closed her eyes, drifting off, wishing, and hoping they’d all return.





“So.” Buffy stared at the blonde, watching her face change with each passing thought.



Tara stared at the computer watching the warning screen flash. Knowing in that moment exactly what the password was. Frantically she tapped the keys of the laptop. Her pinky slipped to press enter.



“What’s the beeping?” Buffy watched as the screen flickered blue.



Tara turned toward her, biting nervously on the soft edge of her lip. “Low battery.”





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Willow worked quickly unwrapping the tape from their ankles. Abbey lowered her legs over the edge of the framework, slowly dropping to the floor. The bitter chill of the night air drifted down among her feet. Sending an icy shiver through her tiny frame.



The red head dropped the bundled tape to the floor, rubbing the raw flesh around her ankles. The cold Steele of the chain held tight against her skin. “Abbey lets try to lift the bed from the floor and see if we can get out of here.”







TBC

Urn of Osiris

__________________**
Anyone else waiting for it to go poof? My thoughts on S7

Edited by: Urn of Osiris  at: 11/12/02 4:25:18 am

[samiamiguess]

Oh Urn, love the build up. I really hope this won't have a lasting effect on Abbey and Willow's relationship. But you know what, I REALLY want to know what that password is!!!

(I find peoples passwords and usernames really intriguing.)



thanks for the update.

sonya

p.s. LadieCallie "Donnie DumbAss" like it, he shall forever be known to me as such.

Edited by: samiamiguess at: 11/12/02 5:46:45 am

[mollyig]

I think having Abbey with her is helping Willow to focus not on the situation she's in, but in finding a way out of it. Similarly, Buffy being with Tara is helping her to try to clear her mind of the anxiety she feels at her girls being missing.

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

[Cindipitude]

yay!

yes actual feedback from me hehehe.

I've gotten too used to the instant feedback in chat

This was really great...I felt so bad for Abbey when she pulled that tape off..but I think that together they will be able to get through anything.



Curious about the password.....I have my own thoughts but as I have completely blabbed my guesses in feedback before....well I'll keep it to myself just in case.



God help Donnie. He hurt Abbey.



Great job!



Cindi

[deixs]

I want to know the password, too!!!!

Tara and Buffy have to hurry!!!!

I wonder what brenda is up to???



Stef

[littlecrazy80]

Why is it impossible for Willow and Tara to do the mindtalking thing?

Buffy and Tara have to hurry!!!



*lil´c*



Unter den Blinden ist der Einäugige König.

[RaiStarr]

Man! You are such a great writer! I have to say though, with the not knowing what Donnie's gonna do, and the missing Brenda, and the gang all scattered, and the low battery warning, and most especially little Abbey's growing trauma... I'm liable to start wailing again. Got the pouting going on for sure!

I SO can't wait for more!



Rai

[LadyCallie]

Okay Osiris.... you know I'm a nosey lady (and damn proud of it)....what mushy password did Willow use?



This chapter moved, but are we getting any closer to togetherness??? I'm getting this feeling that Abbey might have to go out on her own...what kind of phyco has that king of chain hanging around?! *thinks* Oh poor Tara! She'd just loose it if she found Abbey and not Willow. If she's anything like my girlfriend (and she really is) she loves Abbey with all her heart, and if she had to choose between them she would go mad trying to pick, but logically Tara knows (and she does, but it doesn't cross her mind) that she could live without Abbey. But not without Willow.



Oh sweet darling ship. *sigh*



Lovely Osiris, thanks.

-LC

~*~

RealLiveTara is my RealLiveGirlfriend! *swoons*

"It doesn't have to be a really frenchish french, I just wanna feel your tongue."- my girlfriend last night.

"I don't wanna come out of the closet. All my clothes are in there!" -Me

[barnabasvamp]

OMG...You keep teasing and I bet you have had a "password" in mind since you started this fic!

Well, at least Willow is in a position to help the 2 of them until Tara can "come" to the rescue....

BV

"In front of total strangers won't you kiss me, Flowers for no reason but you miss me - OOH, I wanna be in love"

Melissa Etheridge-Skin

[MissQuirky]

Urn, you're too good at the angsty-ness, dammit!! But the update was great! The suspence ya put us through is driving me crazy, its like i wanna scream 'Figure out the damn password' to the screen but i've learned it doesn't help.



I will try and patiently wait for them to get rescued, which i'm not sure how long that will be, but i'll be a good girl for ya!



~Ashley~

Willow: We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens. But it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know... insane.

Tara: I said quirky.

[Tara22]

ooooh Urnie!



That was just as amazing as ussual!



oooh... They NEED to figure out that password!



and poor Abbey...



I have to say I aboslutely loved

Quote:

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I'm in love with a babbling hacker

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sooo good!!



GO YOU URNIE!!!

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"Oh, sorry. Uhh, I forgot that that doesn't seem normal, to the rest of society. It's just, we, well, we both really like cows. Really like them. To the extent of wanting to buy one, when we're older." - The Crying Game (by Vix84)

[Lonewolf22]

Urn of Osiris: Great update, I really hope that Tara has the right password. Like everybody here I feel so sorry for Abbey, she shouldn't be going through any of this. I hope they find Willow and Abbey soon. I can't wait to read more.



Lonewolf

[Grimlock72]

sure, NOW there's an annoying password on it as well... grmbl... lets hope Willow picked a password that Tara can guess.



If they don't find them, just go over to Donnie's place and wait for him to come him. He'll expect to be fed dinner around 1800 probably



Lifting up the bed to get the chain loose... now why didn't I think of that ? For some reason I thought it was embededded in the wall, good think it isn't . Once that chain is loose it makes for a nice weapon too btw.



Grimmy

"You hurt Tara," Willow said too calmly. "The last one who tried that was a god. I made her regret it." -- Unexpected Consequences by Lisa of Nine

[LadyCallie]

Grimmy- I thought the bed was bolted to the floor! But good thinking: Chain= Whack Whack. Only problem is if it's still attached to her leg.



And speaking of that evil chain, I had the horrid thought that it could have been worse...it could have been barbed-wire. *glup*



-LC

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RealLiveTara is my RealLiveGirlfriend! *swoons*

"It doesn't have to be a really frenchish french, I just wanna feel your tongue."- my girlfriend last night.

"I don't wanna come out of the closet. All my clothes are in there!" -Me

[4evaWill]

I want to know the password too!!!!!!!



Nosy Gem.



I've been distinctly lazy in replying lately, but let me assure you I am loving this fic more than every. You capture Willow and Tara's devotion to each other so well, and I adored how Willow was reassuring Abbey in the last fic.



I don't like Brenda though. Some part of me is hoping that Tara and Willow will adopt her little boy, but another part of me is hoping that she will come back for him. Being abandoned by a parent isn't something that any amount of loving aunts can fix, even if that loving aunt IS Tara.



Gem



Edited because I have a small brain and ONCE MORE I didn't notice when Cath didn't sign out. Drat. Sorry. This is Gem, not Cath.

Edited by: 4evaWill at: 11/13/02 2:30:13 pm

[Urn of Osiris]

Hello people, have a few replies for you and then a bit of Crayon Breaky Willow.



Just one blanket statement since I created a bit of a stir with the password. It wasn’t meant to torture you at all. I have to say that the e-mail messages and chat questions have been great fun and it’s been wonderful to hear your thoughts. Hang in there It will come up and you will find out what it is.





Chel……..glad you liked it. A bit of tongue just for you. And the sig. LOL had to do it. Thanks glad you liked the story too. oh the quote. Isn’t Tara cute.



LS …….No smut, just tender W/T love.



LC……..Pressed Fairy book, disturbing yet oddly fascinating. oh the mushy password, well I certainly will not spoil it. But you will know it very soon. Togetherness is coming. Wow you are having a bit of stress about them being separated. Breathe You with the barbed wire thoughts, wow rip flesh much? Oh no bleeding. Bad bad bad.



Chain=whack whack



Gem……. Cherry is on and I guess longer CBW is good as well. I’m sorry I just had to laugh at you posting in your gf’s name. thank you for all your very sweet words. As far as Brenda goes well it’ll all work out in the end.



Sam I am…….. I think you’ll enjoy the way they take care of each other. As far as the password goes you’ll have to wait for it. It’ll come out but not yet.



LittleM ……yes things will start to come together for Willow and Abigail. Tara and Buffy well they have their work cut out for them.



Molly……… you are absolutely spot on. J



Cindi………wow what an honor, you grace my fic with feedback. *hugs* I know chat is so…um…instantly gratifying…..*tickles feet. They will get through everything, I promise. No worries thanks for not blabbing.



Dexis…….. oh so many questions. Password…….coming soon, Tara and Buffy going as fast as they can……Brenda……oh well I can’t tell you yet. Did any of that help?



Lil c……..well there is a reason for the no mind talking thing. It’ll be explained. Buffy and Tara will be distracted very soon.



Rai……..WOW great writer, thanks. I am enjoying telling the story. Oh please no more wailing, you’ll dehydrate. And the pouting. That’s very bad. I’m working on the update, tweaking it now.





BV……. Hey, teasing? Me? Certainly not. Oh there will be much coming together and rescuing.



Ash……oh dear, screaming at the screen? I’m not trying to cause stress, really. Oh and a good girl….wow that’s very GOOD of you.





Lonewolf…….Tara knows the word, and you will too, very soon. Hang in there.



Grimmy……you with the dinner an 1800, that just cracks me up. You and the weapons, are you Mcgyver?







Crayon Breaky Willow part 13







“Tara? What happened to your crayon?” The red head giggled, watching the soft hands slip slowly down her chest.



“Oh crayon, right.” The warm scented edge of color trailed slowly down the sharp heaving pulse of her breast, pausing at each freckled point. “I can feel you. Your heart is racing against my touch.”



“No, because…because of your touch. Touch me…please baby, touch me.”



The blonde moved passionately down, her soft flesh hovering over her hallowed naval. The heat of her palm against the candied wax melted in heart shape, encompassing the savory space. Her lips fell soft against the burning want, sampling her lover’s sweet desire.



TBC

Urn of Osiris

__________________**
Anyone else waiting for it to go poof? My thoughts on S7

[Tara22]

hehe...um.... *coughs*



I don't think that even one of those jaw emoticon faces is enough to show my....er...reaction to this update.....



oooh Urnie!! you rock!! Go you!!



*sniffles and hugs* tongue!? just for me! aaaw.... you're a real pal!!



*jumps up and down and wiggles it* more update soon?! I know you will! yes I do! yes I do! <--- see check out how much faith I have in you!!



Thanks for that Urns!!! <--- to brighten your day (or night)

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"Oh, sorry. Uhh, I forgot that that doesn't seem normal, to the rest of society. It's just, we, well, we both really like cows. Really like them. To the extent of wanting to buy one, when we're older." - The Crying Game (by Vix84)

[LadyCallie]

A "bit of stress" is about a hundred bits short of the total count. Blame it on the extreme girlfriend missage. It's been almost 4 months since I've seen my beloved, been touched (most of the time it's the small touches I miss the most- holding hands in the car, a soft touch on the back when walking past, a kiss on the forehead, the feel of her hair running through my fingers....) by my darling, buried my face in her neck and basked in her scent, spooned beside her in bed, rolled over and found her warm body beside me....



*eyes fill with tears* So you can see why I don't want anything to happen to Willow and Tara. Even though I'm not with my soulmate right now, others deserve to be happy! *sob*



Anyone have a tissue?

-LC

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RealLiveTara is my RealLiveGirlfriend! *swoons*

"It doesn't have to be a really frenchish french, I just wanna feel your tongue."- my girlfriend last night.

"I don't wanna come out of the closet. All my clothes are in there!" -Me

[Urn of Osiris]

Since it has been awhile I figured I should say the previous disclaimers still apply.







Well here you go. I hope you all enjoy.









Chapter 25









The red head ran her hands along the splintered edge of the rustic bed. Feeling the full weight of the aged wood against her soft skin. Her arms ached with each flexing motion, straining the muscles of her back, over and over. The cold steel of the chain dragged across the floor holding her securely to the ground, reminding her of the desperate trap.



Her eyes cast down toward the tiny blonde, feeling the sharp sting of failure, knowing in that moment she was letting her daughter down. Fearing what the images would do to her heart, her fragile innocent vulnerable, Tara-like soul.



“We can’t lift it mom, it’s too heavy.” Abbey fell to the floor exhausted from their heaving; wondering so many things. What had happened? Where was she? Could they find their way home?



Willow scanned the darkness, slowly taking in the shadows of the room. She squinted, adjusting to the space, filling her with the hollow of their vacant dungeon. Her eyes stopped, instantly recognizing the clump on the floor. “Ab,” She pointed across the room. “Go get your science bag.”





The tiny blonde grabbed the bag from the floor, leaving a path of tiny footprints with each small step. Her fingers slipped off the end of the strap, noticing the dividing slice. “It got cut.” Her eyes dropped as her lips turned down. “My bag is broken mom.” She lifted the edges attempting to reconnect the seams.



Willow held out her hands offering a comforting hug. Abbey ran into her arms collapsing with fear. “It’s ok. Really sweetie, we’ll get out of here.”



Abbey looked up at her mother searching for some sign of hope. “How?”



“Dump out your bag and lets see what you’ve got.”



The contents spilled out over the floor. They feverishly swiped across them pushing aside the magnifying glass, digging under the notebook, shuffling across the PDA. Willow quickly grabbed the light, giving a quick spin to the handle, turning it on. Abbey smiled at the comfort of the heavenly glow. They sorted through again, pulling out a pocketknife and a granola bar. Willow ripped the package with her teeth. “Here Ab, have a bit of this.”



“Oh, mommy would be mad at you for using your teeth.” The tiny girl looked up, complete innocence and adoration shining in her eyes. She bit the crumbling snack watching her mother open the knife.



Willow laughed at the jagged edge of the mini saw. “Well I think you’d be ten by the time we cut through with this.” She folded it, looking through the room for something helpful. Her mind raced with ideas, running every scientific solution over and over in her head.



She noticed a space in the window, a gap just large enough for her daughter to squeeze through. Standing atop the wooden framework of the bed, she looked out into the silent darkness. A sharp rush of adrenaline warmed the chill from her body. Beneath the window she noticed a large box, close enough for the child to climb down on. She looked at her daughter wondering if she was asking too much.



Abbey knew exactly what she was thinking. “I can make it through there mom.” Her eyes glancing between her mother and the small opening. “What should I do?”



Willow stopped, surveying the cabin, assembling their escape in her mind. “If you can find a long stick, a thick one,” Willow made a circle with her hands. “We can make a lever to lift the bed.”



Without question, Abbey nodded hoisting her tiny body through the window opening. Swelling with the rush of purpose her fear eased, focusing on her task. Carefully she slipped her leg over the edge dropping down onto the box. Willow lowered the glowing light, watching helplessly through the opening. Her heart split with emotion; desperate fear for her child’s safety, smothered by grand pride in her unquestionable bravery. “So much like Tara.”



The blonde pointed the beam, shining it over the trees beyond the edge of the rocky ground. Along the edge of the tall blades of grass she saw what she needed.



Abbey felt a warm sensation fall over her body, a sudden rush of strength and love, a confidence that strengthened her soul. “Mommy.”





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“Low Battery?” Buffy looked at the blonde. “What else is going to go wrong?” The slayer watched Tara reach into the back seat, pulling out a power cord.



“Really Buffy, it’s Willow.” Shaking her head, “Did you really think she wouldn’t have a power cord for the car?” Tara smiled. “Now let’s see how this…..”



Feeling the air escape her lungs, gasping to recover from the loss, she opened her mind to the sensation. “Abbey.” The name slipped from her lips. Her body eased against the soft fabric of the car seat, relaxing into the comfort of their connection.



Buffy watched a hopeful smile fill the blondes face. “Where?” She looked out the window scanning the darkness.



“Shh.” Tara closed her eyes. “Abigail, where are you?” Her fingertips pressed against the slayer’s mouth



“I’m with mom. It’s very dark and she’s locked inside and we can’t get her out but she sent me to find a big stick and I just found one, and it’s very big, almost to big to carry but she can reach it and I’m pushing it through the window to her.” Mentally she paused, gasping for breath. “Mommy, where are you? ‘Cause me and mom really need you.”



Tara laughed listening to the thoughts of her daughter fill her mind. Slowly she grabbed Buffy by the hand, squeezing hard with excitement. “Oh Goddess Buffy, she’s talking to me.”



“Abbey?” The slayer felt the grip tighten around her hand, squeezing the color from the tips of her fingers.



“Yes.” She listened to the sound of her child babbling, watching the excited slayer bounce in her seat.



“Mommy.”



“”Oh yes baby.” Tara’s eyes flooded with tears overwhelmed by the realization that her daughter was free but her wife was trapped.



“Are you coming to find us?” Abbey forced the end of the stick into the cabin feeling the red head’s hands reaching for her. “We’re going to make a lever and get the chain off.”



Willow listened to her daughter babbling in the darkness. “Abbey, who are you talking to?”



“Mommy.”



In the same instant, Tara responded to her name, Willow questioned her reply.



“Abbey, can mommy hear you?” The red head widened her eyes with excitement, wondering how they connected.



Tara heard the child cry out in her mind. “ Abbey what’s wrong?”



She mashed her palms to the side of her face, focusing on the two conversations. Answering in her mind and with her voice. “I can hear you both and you need to be quiet. It hurts.”



“Abbey.” Fear took hold of her senses. Willow reached for her daughter, pulling her up through the window. “Ab, tell mommy we are in a cabin. An old cabin at the edge of a forest.”



The child replayed the words through her mind slipping slowly back inside. In the same instant the connection disappeared, leaving them alone again in the dark room.



“I can’t feel mommy anymore.”



Willow watched the sparkle fade from her daughter’s eyes. Slowly she lowered herself toward the child, offering the comfort of her warm embrace. “It’s okay baby, let’s see if we can move this bed.





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“She’s gone Buffy.” Tara let go of the slayer’s purpled fingers.



“What did she tell you?” Buffy opened the ashtray, removing the lighter. She fumbled plugging the power cord into the socket.





“Willow is locked inside somewhere. She didn’t say where. She said something about a stick and putting it through the window.” Tara slammed her hands against the steering wheel, forcing the horn to blast, the sound echoing back against the car, forcing her thoughts in opposing directions.



The sound brought her back to their breath-taking moments together in the cave. The tender touch, The feel of her lover’s hands rolling across her burning flesh, the heat of desire bursting from every pore of her body, the culmination of days of frustrated temptation. “Willow.”



“We’ll find them.”



Tara glared, finding the confidence only love could bring. “Yes, we will.”





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“What did mommy say Abbey?”



She really didn’t have a chance to say anything.” The child watched her mother wedge the seat of a chair into the framework of the bed. Quickly she forced the solid limb under the side pressing the full force of her body against the angled wood.



“It’s working mom.” Abbey watched in awe as her mother used all of her physical strength to raise the bed a few inches from the floor. She tugged the chain sharply, pinching it beneath the leg.



Exhausted, the red head released the limb. “Well we got it half way.” Willow rested herself on the floor, pressing her feet flat against the solid framework. “Help me pull it out Abbey.”



Driven by pure adrenalin, they tugged the chain from under the leg of the bed, slowly, inch-by-inch slipping it free, the sudden freedom throwing them backward against the floor.



Abbey stared at her mother, amazed at what they’d just accomplished.



“Okay, let’s get the science bag and get out of here.”





TBC

Urn of Osiris

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Anyone else waiting for it to go poof? My thoughts on S7