I am so happy i've got this board to come to, i tells ya' my stupid calculus class is the worst thing invented on this small planet i call home, except you know, war and disease and such. bah! bah i say to all things tangenty! hmmm sorry there, getting off topic....but being on topic, the story is now coming along nicely, and i'm getting to the point soon...so i hope you enjoy this crazy and i mean CRAZY update, because, well, its just......how do you say.....CRAZY. and such, and alike. i think i was really bored one night and thought, "hey, let's just make things even more strange!" and so, here it is. ENJOY!
Washi-yeah, they realize it! if only they would realize that they both realize it and thus realize their plans for the future...does that make sense? ah well, yea, buffy's cool in my world. i'm glad you like her too.
Sappho-yes willow and taraness will ensue, it just you know, takes a whole heck of alot to happen in my world, i guess. oh i'm happy to know college is fun; i'll be looking forward to it. well i hope you get a chance to keep reading and replying, i love hearing from you, and everyone.
Tempest Duer-ah! See, i told you i'd update frequently, and now, you got to speed read! whoo to that, i'm glad you're replying again, though, i missed my pocket fiend. i mean friend, friend. oh lord, if i left willow and tara to figure it out in this world, i'd have to make this story twice as long, or have a hurricane hit. either way, it wouldn't be pretty.
bluewillowwitch-well then, you work person you, i feel low down and ashamed that i can be tired after a 7 hour day at school. i guess, complaining about my situation isn't valid unless i look at others' first. and hey! no 3 day non-sleep days for you missy! i'll come to your house, and threaten you with apricots not to work so long! and beware, i'm good with dried fruit.
the vamp nurd-HEY! I DO TOO! it's just, hard to think with that image, especially with it being stuck in there for days on end. DAYS I SAY! I'm glad you enjoyed, and i'm happy that Buffy is looking good as the balancer of T & W. oh dear you're struggling for breath? what'd i say that made you laugh so much? hmmm...you know what always makes me laugh for no apparent reason? umpa loompas....and i don't know why. is there an umpa loompa near the vecinity of your computer? there might possibly be...
sam darls-yea, the realization has kicked in, and so now must the kicking of these two into action begin. KICK I SAY!
snuggle79-no no, lil' luci's fine. in fact, i'm okay with the satanistic title; i don't look good in white. oh lord, i really want to just scream it at tara, but i can't quite do that, can i? because then she'd be like: "where'd that huge voice come from?" and i'd be like: "Whoops...sorry! wrong reality!" hmm...'cookie's fortune' well no, no, that's not what i was going for. but anymore hints and i'd be killing what surprise there is left. i'm glad i've got you curious, only trouble is, can i KEEP the curiousity? hmm....alright pandora, i'll just tell you one last thing: *whispers* it's coming soon.....
The Rose24-yes, time for those two to talk! i say let's put them into a chamber for 24 hours....but, alas, that is not the way it shall be....yet. yeah, i guess the one big fault i now see about this story is how in the heck they couldn't have talked that much together...i guess my excuse is that willow and tara DID talk....just always on a business level, and were too afraid to broach any other topic...ergo the nervousness of talking now.....
foreverpiper-whoo you love zee update, so i'm happy now! oh, yes, you can be my assistant, in fact, you should be my co-hija del diablo person......that'd be cool. and i think i have met lucifer, on several occasions, just in lots of human forms...like past teachers and such....
Grimlock72-yeah, they're just a confusin' bunch. i should smack 'em and then pull them together in a big hug. that's what i call group therapy. hmmm yeah, as i explained to The Rose24, i always thought subconsciously that the two did talk, and hang around each other, but always on a business level since both could feel the tension, and didn't want to do something stupid. I've done that personally for 8 months non-stop, and it wasn't even requited!
AH! You see the thingy of what Tara must do, you know, you're a real bright one.....and yes, a small 'hi' would be nice, but in my world, everything's big i guess. Ooooo someone's guessing closer to the truth than anyone else yet....that's pretty schnazzy...
now you see, there's something that i don't normally tell anyone about my buffy watching habbits, but i've never seen the first 6 episodes of season six. you're probably wondering how in the heck i've survived let alone understood any of s6 onward, but i had a friend who got me into it just after they showed s6 (and explained everything), and reruns are a pain, and the dvds aren't being speedy......and...and...i'm still getting over this....so i don't really know what happened to the buffy character....whatever it was, i'm glad you like my buffy! and i accept that compliment full-heartedly!
Ah, well i'm kind of worried just in general. i'm a worrier, and also after lurking for a year or so, i'm worried that i won't meet the mark for fic on the board. that's why i'm always so amazed at the response i get. i won't hide then, although i did like camping for a bit. it was fun in a sort of "diliverance" kind of way. thanks again for reading.
Okay dudes, i can garrante, that i don't know how to spell guarantee...and so, without much further adieu, here is chapter 15!
Chapter 15
The next few days had been tense. Nothing new was added to the list of soap opera updates, but all three women felt an emotional pressure building up. It was almost impossible for any of them to broach the subject now, for fear it would explode in their faces as one big emotional-bomb. Buffy herself, while not a star-crossed depressor, was the referee between the two colliding forces of Willow and Tara. She liked Tara; she was never rude to her, appreciated her input and opinions, and completed all her work. She loved Willow, as any true friend can. She was pinned between the two. She had become a translator of Willowish and Taran. It was insane, but slightly more entertaining than the latest computer games.
What she had seen though, in each woman, clued her into a possibility that was too awesome to pass up. If indeed it was true, well, none would be the better catalyst than herself, would they? She just had to wait for the right moment. That was all she needed. One instant in which she had all the power played to her and Buffy could twist their fates into what she believed by now should have already occurred.
That moment had arrived late one working afternoon. The temperatures had risen to a hot and humid day. Fans were echoing throughout the WAMK building and the general dress code became ‘I-don’t-care-how-little-you-wear-as-long-as-you-don’t-show-me’. Willow however, had managed to keep herself adorned in black slacks, a white-collared blouse and black boots. She wasn’t going to let an early fall heat wave take her back to summer so quickly. And also, she looked damn good in her slacks.
The only problem was while the construction workers had moved on the beams and wires were left behind. As the construction manager had explicitly told Willow they “were to remain in her office until work around the perimeter of the foundation had been completed in case an unprecedented accident occurred on the last work-sight”. Willow had distinctly pointed out that after how long they took there shouldn’t be any possibility for ‘accidents’, but was yet again defeated and forced to coincide with the rules of the man who carried the staple gun. She was rushing about throughout the whole day. A new client had come in and was becoming the pest of the company. As usual Willow was putting in her best efforts to complete the job on time without any difficulty. But there was one problem.
Her exhaustion had started to catch up with her. The endless nights of minimal sleep, tossing, turning, and anxiety had finally started to take their toll on the redhead. She was restless, fidgeting around her office filling out forms and signing the latest contracts while at the same time fighting the ever present want to sleep. She go could from wired to tired in zero seconds. So she decided to take things into her own hands, perhaps have a little help from the modern miracle of science…
When Buffy had walked in for her normal 11 o’clock chat time with her boss on Thursday morning, (that is, right after her 10 o’clock and 9 o’clock chat) she found instead of her friend a strange bee buzzing about the room in a frenzy to put away even more papers in any place she could find.
“Yo, Willow. I think it’s time to take a break now?” Buffy said what she thought had been the billionth time this week. When Willow didn’t respond choosing to instead continue whispering to herself filing away everything she could get her grasp on, including her banana peal which Buffy had to pry away from her, Buffy decided that this had to end soon. Before the redhead became a casualty of heat and her own insanity.
“Hey, Willow? Slow down, okay? Calm down…come here, and breathe for me,” Buffy said slowly grabbing her pulling her towards her desk to sit. Buffy pulled out the chair and simultaneously began to fan Willow on the face.
“Okay, I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do, okay?” Willow didn’t seem to really be there. It was as if talking to a five year old.
“I’m going to call the nice taxi man, and I’m going to get you a ride home, okay?” Buffy said as slowly as possible.
“Don’t need one. I’m fine. Not sick anymore!” Willow slurred.
“Sick? Oh, you mean you were sick and now feel better? Well, that’s what happens when you sit down, after like 50 hours of working.” Buffy said logically.
“NO. Silly Buffy, I took some ‘ah these,” Willow said pointing at the bottle lying sideways on her desk. It read in bold letters VALIUM. When Buffy saw the label her eyes widened.
“Will, how many did you take?” When Willow didn’t respond she grabbed her and shook her slightly. “How many did you take?”
“Gees, Buffy, I didn’t take that many,” Willow said shaking her off, “I only took two, which is what my doctor prescribed to me if I ever felt anxiety or was really upset. It kinda backfired though, I feel really good now, but also really tired,” Willow said goofily.
“Okiedokie, it’s time for you to go home!”
“What? Buffy, get out of here, go on, leave, before I fire you! Hahahhaa….” Willow was starting to chuckle hardily leaning on her desk head down.
At that moment in time Willow’s own personal assistant had come to report the latest about the new client. Buffy looked up almost grateful that Tara had now come in; perhaps she could help the situation. But when she saw the distraught and upset look in her eyes, she knew it had just become worse.
“Buffy, what’s wrong with Willow?” Buffy scrambled back out beneath the beam and over the two wires to Tara, trying to make it seem as though nothing was wrong.
“Oh her? Oh she’s just playing a game with me. She’s such the little drama queen sometimes, right now she’s pretending to be a little kid,” Buffy said nervously.
“Silly Buffy!” Willow said laughing with a post-it stuck to her forehead. When she saw Tara she became a little more serious, but still was giggling.
“YES! Silly Buffy that’s me! See, she and I have made up names to go along with the game. She’s Wacky Willow and I’m Silly Buffy,” She said ripping off the post-it to Willow’s discomfort then turning to Tara once again.
“Buffy, what’s wrong with her?” Tara said trying to get to the point as soon as possible.
“Well…she had a little accident with a valium pill…or two,” Buffy said delicately.
“She’s drugged?!” Tara said completely worried.
“No, well, yes, she is, but she was only trying to calm herself down. You know how she’s been working, Tara, she’s just overwhelmed, I think this was her ‘solution’ instead of taking time off.”
Willow’s “solution” had led the redhead to stare blankly at the four walls of her office. They were big walls. Very big walls. Did Buffy know how many different kinds of holes there were in one brick? So far she had counted 247. That was a lot of holes. Were there animals that drilled these holes like in sea rocks? Or was it some strange person who wanted Willow to think there were animals that lived in bricks?
“Okay, well what are we going to do?” Tara asked urgently.
“Well, I was thinking of calling a taxi for her, but I dare not leave her alone in her house with pointy objects, and I also have a lot of work to…” Buffy stopped for a sec. A plan was forming, an idea had sprung, and Tara had been left waiting for an answer.
“What? What is it Buffy?”
“Well, I was just thinking, maybe you could, you know, take her home in your car? You’ve been there yourself; you could just look after her. I mean, you are her personal assistant, and you wouldn’t have anything further to do if she’s out. It would work out perfectly, that is if you’re willing,” Buffy said with a hopeful look at Tara.
“Y-y-yes, I guess I could do that.” Would Willow want her intruding like this? What if she woke up seeing Tara completely thrown, scared, and getting the wrong idea. She'd be nothing more than a common kidnapper. She'd be a Willownapper.
“And besides, Willow would need some one to help her in her time of need, like what she did for you?” Buffy said trying to push the final buttons in Tara. It seemed to work because a new look had come into Tara’s eyes, a protective and strong look that was all business. The first one that she caught a glimpse of was more of pity and longing combined with fear, now it had changed into a fierce and caring glow.
“You’re right, I’ll take her home,” Tara said exhaling. Willow, however high she might have been, had heard the last line. She may have been medically stoned, but she still remembered her fear of being around Tara, and how she felt for the girl.
“NO! I don’t wanna leave! I want to stay here, it’s safe here!” Willow said clutching the corners of her desk.
“We should probably get her out before the whole office starts to notice the, uh, ‘change’ in Willow,” Buffy said tying to move things along. But Willow had heard that as well, this might mean she would seriously have to go home with *gulp* Tara. When Buffy started to move towards her, she shot straight up about to yell yet another strong command, when she hit her head point blank on the wooden beam overhead. She sat immediately back down stupefied and stunned.
“WILLOW!” Tara and Buffy yelled in unison.
Willow didn’t respond. She felt dizzy. More so than when the Valium kicked in. And this wasn’t a good dizzy; this was oh-that’s-so-painful-I-can’t-even-feel-it-dizzy.
The two women climbed over the wires and pulled Willow out one arm in each hand.
“I’ll hold fort here, Tara, you take her home. Are you sure you can manage?” Buffy asked breathlessly.
“Yes, I’ll be fine, it’s Willow I’m worried about,” Tara said scared to death looking over at her tired, weak and now bruised Willow. Her Willow.
Tara and Buffy had managed to walk Willow out of the offices without too many questions arising among the workers, and safely made it to Tara’s car wherein they placed the redhead comfortably next to the driver’s seat. She drove off in a hurry towards Willow’s apartment. Buffy had walked back slowly to her desk, thinking about all that had occurred barely minutes ago.
On the positive note, this was going better than she could have planned. But on the other hand, Willow might have a concussion. It was probably best not to get her hopes up, yet. Getting these two together took one almost mortally wounded and the other scared out of her mind. If she had been this difficult to set up, she’d be a spinster her whole life.
Hey, now, i hope you enjoyed that. and wha? there's a new reply all of a sudden out of nowhere that i shoud reply to now...ah well here goes:
hiding? hiding who? *looks around confused* i'm not hiding! i'm just placing myself in a spot that hides me. Now in what crazy world is THAT hiding? i be right here.
and now, i be there *points at inviting room that contains comfy bed to sleep in* and hey,*speaks in heavy brooklen accent* you, yeah i'm talking tah you, you tempest duer person you, let me tell you something: thanks.
-elizabeth
Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed I did see my own precious jewel sat smiling by me.
And when I awakened I found it not so; my eyes like some fountain with tears overflowed.
Hey bardgirl, thanks for letting me rave, and I do love college. It's superb fun. I didn't mean to sound like it was getting me down, it has been the best bit of my school life. I just don't have enough time to do everything that I want or need to do. Too many places to go and people to see. 
Plus *cough* homework to do. 
Anyhoozers, I still love your story and will check as much as I can for updates. Used to be able to every day but now it'll be every other day, hopefully.
thebardgirl 
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Thank you sooo much. Yeah, I wok alot and am a full time student on top of that. I can't do less, I'm the only employee. 
It's no big! Wrk is good for thestamina. I learned I ca go 3 days withno sleep. 
and 
are so cute! 
more. Update soon, please? 
Love sammi xx
. Maybe Willow could take a small vacation, she surely has enough leave left to spare.
more. 
*Looks off dreamily* But sadly I can't. 
Oh and fruit dry or other wise is not a good threat. I love fruit. I go for it before he chocolate. I would catch it and have it as a snack. 
lmao! Willow on valuim!! it jsut cant get better than that!! that was just...great 
it makes me forget I'm sick! 
You know I think a cold shower would take care of that for you.