by AntigoneUnbound » Wed Mar 19, 2003 12:29 am
Gods Served and Abandoned
Disclaimers:
I’m borrowing these wonderful people because they deserve a better fate than the study in deterioration that has served as their original habitat for the last two years.
Spoilers:
Up to season 5. I’ve played slightly with the timing of a certain Big Bad’s appearance, with some implications for Dawn’s entrance.
Rating:
R for now; if it changes, I’ll give heads-up.
Distribution:
Sure, with acknowledgement.
Feedback:
Even more sure! Bring it on!
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Part 20:This update has a qualitatively different tone to it. I hope it works for you. I felt like a brief change of tone was warranted, but I'd like to know your thoughts on the subject.
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It was a quiet, contemplative group that climbed into the SUV and headed down the old country road. Willow, whose years on the Hellmouth hadn’t prepared her for such non-demonic carnage, found herself fighting back tears as she looked at Tara. Her beloved, so strong—so powerful—throughout the entire day, now looked exhausted and vulnerable.
Her whole world has just been ripped apart, and the two people she most needs to talk to are dead. How can she bear it?
She had watched Tara stand up to her father, and stand up to her brother. She had watched her learn horrific things about the woman she had idolized, the only person who had nurtured and protected her before she left home. She had watched her learn that the man she had called "Daddy" for so many years wasn’t, and then learn that her actual biological father was dead. And through it all, Tara had held on tight to Willow’s hand as she stepped unflinchingly into the innermost chamber of family secrets and betrayals.
It’s not fair. She’s already been through so much…too much…
As they pulled onto the highway that would lead them back to Sunnydale, Giles half-turned in his seat and asked, "Tara, do you want to talk about any of this? Or would you prefer some time to yourself?"
Willow felt a sudden squeeze on her fingers as Tara replied, "Actually, what I most want to do is to thank you all. I can’t even begin…" She shook her head slightly and continued. "I can’t even begin to tell you what it means to me—you coming with me like this, all of you. Taking time away from work, away from school…"
She gave Anya a little grin. "Away from the joys of capitalism."
Nodding, Anya said decisively, "Profit without principle is an insatiable temptress who corrupts the only possession that truly endures—the soul."
"Whoa," Xander broke in, staring at his girlfriend. "Who said that—Eleanor Roosevelt?"
"I did," Anya replied, tossing her head. "Just one of the many things you’d know about me if you asked me something besides, ‘Will you wear this and pretend to be a virgin?'"
After a moment of collective silence that was, Willow suspected, accompanied by some truly mind-bending visuals, Tara said diffidently, "So, uh, anyway—thanks, everybody."
"Yes," Giles exclaimed quickly. "Staggering though it is to imagine that this is the more comfortable conversation, I would like to echo Anya’s sentiments…er, the first sentiment, that is, not the second."
"I should hope so," Buffy commented dryly. "If Xander’s asking you to wear some flimsy little outfit, not to mention the whole ‘virgin’ thing—"
"If you finish that sentence, I will hurtle myself from the car in hopes that the resulting brain injury precludes my ever having to remember this moment."
"Guys," Dawn interjected, "we were asking about Tara, remember? The one who’s been through, like, five life-times of shock in one afternoon?"
Smiling gently at the girl beside her, Tara replied, "Actually, it feels sorta good to laugh again. The last few hours have felt like something out of a soap opera, without the requisite skimpy clothing and snifters of brandy."
"Really?" Willow asked gently. "I mean, I totally get it if you do; I just don’t want you to feel like you’ve used up your daily ration of kindness from others."
"She’s right," Xander said, nodding. "I know you’re not much for the spotlight, Tara, but you’ve got a long way to go before you have to turn in your room key at the Open Arms."
"Thanks, Xander," Tara answered softly. "It’s just—there’s just so much to take in, and think about…I think I sorta need to watch the high-light reel in my head again before I can really talk about it and try to make some peace with it all." Turning to Willow in the darkness, she gazed at her intently and pressed two fingers against Willow’s heart. Silently, she mouthed, "Later" to her partner.
Willow took Tara’s fingers into her grasp and lifted them to her lips, nodding a silent understanding. At the end of the day, any day, it’s always the two of us. As it should be.
"I hope that’s OK with everybody," Tara added a moment later. "I mean, you came all this way with me, and stood up for me—I hope it doesn’t feel like I’m tuning you out or anything. I’ll definitely be bending some ears in the near future."
"I can only speak for myself," Buffy replied, "but I’m definitely pissed. I mean, jeez, Tara—after the day you’ve had, you certainly owe it to us to share every single thought and feeling you have." Catching Tara’s eye in the rear-view mirror, she grinned. "No, I understand," she continued. "Sometimes the mental cacophony gets a little overwhelming."
"And sometimes I wonder how you can use ‘cacophony’ in one sentence and then infer when you should imply in the next," Dawn added, winking at Tara.
As Buffy pulled to a stop at a red light, Xander glanced out the window at the brightly-lit neon of the "Coastal Cowboy Bar ’n’ Grill," announcing happy hours every night from 5 till 7 and karaoke every Friday and Saturday starting at 9. "Hey Tara," he asked, "y’ever been in that fine-looking establishment?"
Grinning with something akin to genuine amusement, Tara replied, "As a matter of fact, I have. I used to hang out there sometimes, the summer after I graduated."
"You’re kidding!" Dawn exclaimed, leaning over Tara (and taking her time doing so, Willow noted) to get a better look at the place. "You hung out at a bar and grill?"
"Yeah," Tara nodded, as the light turned and Buffy pulled away.
"By yourself? Did you pick up women?" Dawn’s curiosity was growing.
"Actually, um, my friend Kerri and I went there a lot."
This oughtta take the attention off of her family…
"Kerri? Who is this Kerri person? And why haven’t we ever heard of her?" Xander inquired with feigned paternal disapproval.
"Kerri was this skanky ho-dyke that Tara cut her lesbian teeth on. So to speak," Willow added, frowning.
"Kerri was a very nice girl who was one of the few bearable people in this entire area," Tara corrected her gently.
"And just how exactly did you bear her?" Xander’s curiosity was running neck-and-neck with Dawn’s.
Willow fixed him with a warning glare as Tara replied, "I met her at the county library, in the Women’s History section. She had gone to a different high school. Anyway, she started talking to me and we became friends."
"Orgasm friends?" Anya asked quickly.
"No!" came the duet from Tara and Willow. "Like I said," Tara continued, "we hung out a few times over the summer, and yes, she plays for our team, but we were never a couple."
"But you fooled around some, right?" Xander asked, pulling ahead slightly in the Vicarious Titillation race that was picking up speed on California Route 132.
"There were some smoochies and, um, you know…mostly smoochies," she finished lamely. "Hardly on a level with costumes and counterfeit virginity," she added pointedly. "She went East for college; we e-mail every now and then." Willow knew all of this but was nonetheless intrigued to see where it had all taken place.
"And I’m guessing you did karaoke too, huh?" Buffy piped up from the front seat.
"Oh, right," Willow scoffed. "Tara used to get all gussied up and grab that microphone like—"
"Yeah, once or twice."
Willow felt her jaw bang off of the floorboard and hastily scooped it back up to her face. "You did? You never told me!" As Tara shrugged, she continued, "What did you sing?"
"Well, the first time, I did ‘Come to My Window,’ by Melissa Etheridge."
I would dial the numbers just to listen to your breath…
The image sucked all of the air from Willow's lungs.
"You’re serious, aren’t you?" Dawn asked incredulously. "How in the world did you end up doing that?"
"Well, I lost a bet the first time, and the second time, Kerri said she’d give me her entire collection of Out magazines if I did." Willow realized that Tara, though usually averse to being the center of attention, was relieved by the temporary suspension of high angst.
"So what did you sing the second time?" she asked.
"Um…You know, I’m not sure I remember," she hedged.
"Bullshit on a Kaiser bun," Willow rejoined promptly. "You never forget anything, so give."
"Oh, it was one of those ’80’s hits," Tara replied faintly. "You know, all overwrought and melodramatic…"
"And which was referred to on the radio as…?" Buffy persisted.
"Dyuthnkimseksy," Tara finally mumbled, after a long pause.
"What?" Anya prodded her. "You sang some Russian tune?"
Tara sighed. "I sang ‘Do You Think I’m Sexy?’"
The din in the car was terrific and sustained.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Xander whooped, practically leaping out of his seat onto Tara’s lap. "We’re talking ‘If you want my body, and you think I’m sexy’ here? Followed immediately by ‘If you really want me, just reach out and touch me’?"
"No," Tara retorted, "I sang the Mormon Tabernacle Choir version: ‘Do you think I’m sexy? No, because that would be wrong.’"
All further consideration of this revelation was interrupted as Buffy hit the brakes with her usual lack of subtlety and careened into a convenience store parking lot with a squeal of tires. Weaving through parked cars and around gas pumps, she barely paused at the edge of the parking lot before pulling back onto the road—heading north.
"Good Lord, Buffy," came Giles’ exasperated shout as he clutched the grip above his window. "What in God’s name are you doing?"
"Some things in life should never be passed up," the Slayer replied calmly. "Such things include free mochas, hot sex—you’re excused from that one, Dawn—and hearing one’s friends sing karaoke at out-of-the-way dives hours from home."
"You’re going back?" Willow asked, agape, as Dawn squealed with delight.
"That’s the plan," Buffy nodded with a grin. "Unless Tara doesn’t want to. She gets right of first—and only—refusal."
Willow watched in amazement as her beloved first stared at Buffy in disbelief, and then slowly broke into a wide grin.
"As long as I’m not the only one singing," she stipulated, laughing.
"Are you kidding? This group, pass up a chance to make a scene? No way!" Buffy was grinning wickedly.
"But Buffy, it’s already after nine," Giles pointed out with a sigh. "If we do this, we won’t get back home until the middle of the night."
"Good point," Buffy mused. As Giles began to settle back into his seat, she added, "Looks like we’ll have to stay. Tara—anything in the way of motels around here? Not too Norman Bates-ish?"
"Just a few miles up the road from the bar," came the quick reply. "We were almost there before you went slave to the rhythm and turned around."
"Great. It’s a Friday, so no school missed, and we’ll be back in the Dale of the Sun before noon."
Willow could scarcely believe what was unfolding before her, but as Tara turned to smile at her, she could see the first traces of relief and relaxation edging into her expression.
After the day she’s had, I’m not surprised she just wants to laugh for a little bit. And if this helps her do that, then I support its nomination and election.
Buffy tooled the car into the bumpy, pot-holed lot of the Coastal Cowboy and cut the engine. Soon, the group had settled around a long table toward the back and ordered drinks and munchies.
"What’s with the celery that comes with Buffalo wings?" Xander mused a few minutes later, biting into the latter and ignoring the former. "Does that make them healthy? ‘Here—these vegetable slices will negate the arteriosclerosis’?"
Steering a French fry through an immense pile of ketchup, Dawn said, "So let’s get with the singing, gang. I wanna hear this group rock the house!"
Willow turned to the Watcher, who was taking a long slug of draft beer. "G-Man, we’ve heard you sing. I think you’re the one to start this tune-fest."
Giles choked slightly on his beer and looked at her as if she had suggested he trade in his tweed for bib overalls and take up professional wrestling. "I most certainly shall not," he managed to reply haughtily. "Someone has to retain some sense of dignity."
"Oh come on, Giles," Anya complained. "You’ve got dignity out the ass. You could stand to eliminate some of it, if you get my drift."
"I’ll leave that to you," he maintained. "I shall enjoy my drink and pretend that I’m here as your guardian on a supervised trip from the group home."
"You could sing something British," Buffy cajoled. "You’d be quite the exotic attraction, right here in River City." She thought for a moment, brow furrowed. "I’ve got it!" she exclaimed. "How about ‘I’m Henry the 8th, I Am’?" Turning, she slammed her palms onto the table and exclaimed, "Second verse—"
"Same as the first!" Willow and Xander sang out in unison.
"Bloody idiot-savants," Giles mumbled into his frosted mug. "Save the world once a year like clock-work, but damned if I can take them out in public."
Sensing that this particular dog wouldn’t hunt, Willow turned her attention to the others. "OK, who’s gonna bite the big one? Ain’t gonna be me, for lots of reasons," she added.
"I’ll go," Anya said excitedly, clearly getting into the spirit of things. She tossed back the rest of her vodka tonic like so much 7-Up and started to push back her seat.
"Ahn, honey, you sure you’re up for this?" Xander asked with a worried expression.
"Of course, Xander," she smiled, looking at him quizzically. "Don’t you want to hear me sing?"
Ah, Xander, my friend—you know the question’s rhetorical, right?
"Of course," he said weakly, after a moment’s hesitation. Grabbing her arm as she headed toward the stage, he added pleadingly, "Sing something nice, OK Ahn? Something—something sweet, to show your love?"
Anya’s eyes grew moist. "Oh, Xander—you want me to serenade you! That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said. Of course I’ll sing something just for you."
"Something sweet," he attempted to clarify as she made her way toward the stage.
Moments later, following a hurried consultation of various options, she took the microphone and turned toward the group, her eyes seeking out her lover. Showing a surprisingly melodic voice, she began:
"I love myself, I want you to love me…
Stealing a glance at Xander, Willow saw a tiny smile of relief and affection nudging his lips.
He had, she realized, no idea what was coming.
When I’m feeling down, I want you above me…
She saw the smile waver just for a moment.
I search myself, I want you to find me;
I forget myself, I want you to remind me…
He was frowning slightly, as if trying to place the lyrics. Looking at the others, she saw that Tara and Buffy had already done so and were gaping first at the stage and then at each other, unable to believe their wondrous good fortune at hitting the mortification mother lode on the very first strike.
I don’t want anybody else,
When I think about you I touch myself.
The bar erupted into wild applause and whistles as Giles spat out a mouthful of beer. Xander just stared at his girlfriend. "Words all gone. Xander no have words."
He simply shook his head as a greatly enthusiastic Anya sang, "I get down on my knees, I’d do anything for you." Moments later, she left the stage to great applause and skipped back over to the table.
"Did I surprise you, Xander?" she asked, breathless with excitement.
Xander managed an affectionate smile and took her hand. "Though it should be a complete impossibility by now, yes, Ahn, you did." He kissed her, to the appreciative cheers of their fellow patrons.
"Hey Tara," Dawn exclaimed, "you’re the pro at this scene. Isn’t it about time for you to head up there and work a little down-home magic? No pun intended," she added.
Oh yes…Yes, it’s definitely time for her to work her magic.
Tara looked around uncertainly. "What should I sing? And no, Xander, I’m not taking a stroll down musical memory lane, so just put that idea out of your head." Turning to Willow, she explained, "I’d really like to sing you a love song, Sweetie; on the other hand, it’s been a long day and I don’t know that I’m up for an old-fashioned gay-bashing."
Buffy looked up from her potato skin. "Tara, are you really worried about that?"
"Well, it's crossed my mind," she answered reluctantly.
"And you think that I’d—what—just sit back and watch? If you wanna sing something to your girl, this is the place to do it. I got your back."
"And I got your front," Dawn piped up eagerly, only to look down quickly when she caught Willow’s raised eyebrows.
"How about something stylish and classy?" she asked Willow, running her fingers lightly over Willow’s cheek.
"You could sing the alphabet song to me and I’d throw my room key and underwear up on the stage," Willow replied helplessly, feeling her heart do that funny flipping thing it so often did when Tara looked at her like that.
Nodding, Tara looked back at the stage and took a final gulp of soda. "Wish me luck," she murmured, standing to make her way toward the stage. Without hesitation, she chose her song and then turned to take the microphone. As the last bars of the opening died away, she looked over at Willow and winked.
Chances are, ’cause I wear a silly grin,
The moment you come into view,
Chances are you think that I’m in love with you…
Willow felt her heart begin to squeeze almost painfully as Tara’s sweet voice floated over the noisy crowd and lazily brushed against her cheek. It seemed almost impossible that this beautiful woman was singing to her.
In the magic of moonlight, when I sigh, "Hold me close, dear,"
Chances are you believe the stars that fill the skies are in my eyes…
She caught the surprised expressions on her friends’ faces and realized that they had never heard Tara sing before.
Listen to her…Isn’t she beautiful?
Guess you feel you’ll always be,
The one and only one for me,
And if you think you could…
Well, chances are your chances are awfully good…
Willow knew she was crying and didn’t care.
Well, chances are your chances are awfully good.
Somewhere during the song, the bar patrons had recognized that Tara’s voice had more going for it than just enthusiasm, and the more sentimental of them found themselves nodding at the time-burnished lyrics. A few people shook her hand and smiled at her as she returned to the table. Taking her seat, she entwined her fingers with Willow’s and leaned forward to kiss her.
If we get killed, we go out in style—serenaded and stuffed with chicken wings and cheese fries.
As it turned out, however, the audience had focused its attention back onto the stage as a slightly bow-legged man with dark blond hair and a loud shirt took the microphone and proceeded to do irreparable damage to Frank Sinatra’s "My Way."
"Wow," Buffy marveled. "His way really sucks." Turning back to Tara, she said, "You have a great set of pipes there, girl! Why didn’t you tell us you could sing?"
Tara blushed and looked down, as Dawn gazed at her in almost slack-jawed adoration. It’s official: Key or no Key, I have to take that girl out of commission.
As Tara continued to reap more praise, the man on stage finally stopped doing it his way and reluctantly left the stage. Dawn abruptly stood up and announced, "OK, I think the time has come." So saying, and much to Buffy’s profound chagrin, she pushed away from the table and made her way quickly to the stage. Like Tara, she seemed to know exactly what she was looking for.
As she clutched the mike nervously, she looked back at the table and grinned—a huge, goofy, "Can you believe I’m doing this?" kind of adolescent grin. Suddenly, the unmistakable notes bounced forth from the amps and heads started bobbing of their own accord.
We are family,
I got all my sisters with me…
Looking quickly at Buffy, Willow saw her best friend’s eyes widen in surprise. A not-quite-sad smile slowly made its way across her face.
Everyone can see we’re together,
As we walk on by…
Feeling the tell-tale pricking at her own eyes, Willow saw Giles rest his hand gently on Buffy’s back for the briefest of seconds. Everyone at the table exchanged quick glances, before Tara suddenly joined her voice to Dawn’s as she came to the chorus.
We are family,
I got all my sisters with me.
We are family,
Get u everybody and sing…
Willow knew that Dawn had heard Tara’s voice above the noise of the bar. She looked back and beamed at the blond woman who was smiling at her encouragingly.
Livin’ life is fun and we’ve just begun
To get our share of this world’s delights…
Willow wanted a "Pause" button just for this moment, because she knew that before long, Dawn wouldn’t be able to sing this song with such unthinking enthusiasm. Before long, the real world would call each of them and demand their undivided attention.
No, we don’t get depressed,
Here’s what we call our Golden Rule…
She tried desperately to take a snapshot of the moment.
Have faith in you and the things you do,
You won’t go wrong—oh no—this is our family jewel…
And then they were all singing, joining Dawn for the chorus…
We are family,
I got all my sisters with me…
And because it just seemed ridiculous not to, Willow stood and grabbed Tara’s hand, pulling her to her feet; and Willow had awful rhythm, she knew—
Come on everybody and sing…
—but it didn’t really matter, she realized; what mattered was that they were all there, on this wild night after this wild day, and they could sing a song like "We Are Family" and mean it, in the very best sense of the word—
I got all my sisters with me…
—and Buffy was dancing and beaming at Dawn, and Xander and Anya were twitching and writhing in their own inimitable way, and now even Giles was grinning like a fool and if she didn’t know better she’d swear she saw him mouthing the words—
We are family…
—and she knew that it couldn’t last forever but that only made it that much sweeter.
Beside her, hands clasped tightly in her own, Tara smiled at her through glistening eyes and Willow knew she was thinking the same thing.
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To Be Continued
Edited by: AntigoneUnbound at: 3/18/03 10:45:23 pm