Three whole updates! Well, it's all in one, but it's three episdodes that I had intended to post separately. Uh - big shock on the way. Cliffhanger warning. *Evil laugh*
Gem
“Tara, please sit down,” Dawn begged as she watched the blonde wiccan pace around the living room. “You’re making me dizzy.”
With a frustrated sigh, Tara perched on the edge of the couch, wringing her hands in her lap. After a moment, she glanced up and saw Dawn gazing at her anxiously. “I’m sorry, Dawnie,” Tara apologised guiltily. “I’ll try to calm down.”
“I wouldn’t mind if it weren’t for the fact that you’re wearing a hole in the very expensive carpet,” Dawn reassured her. “Besides, it’s another hour until we need to go and collect them. You’re worrying so much that your head’s gonna explode.”
Tara crinkled her forehead in confusion, wondering how Dawn had managed to come up with
that particular metaphor. “Well, it could happen,” Dawn said defensively. “It could,” she protested in response to Tara’s raised eyebrows.
“No, not that,” Tara told her, gazing thoughtfully at the brunette. “I was just thinking how alike you and Willow are.”
Dawn’s eyes lit up in a way that Tara couldn’t quite understand. “Really?”
“Really,” Tara confirmed.
Dawn looked at her, and Tara looked straight back, realising for the first time how grown up she had become. A little voice inside her said that sixteen year olds should be worrying about boys and school, not nervous breakdowns and the end of the world. In her short life – after all, she was technically two years old – she’d seen her mother, sister and friend die. She’d watched her mentor try to kill her and her friends. Dawn herself had killed her first ever crush. Another part of Tara said that Dawn was going to be exposed to these things whether they hid them from her or not. It would probably cause a lot more damage if she lived on the Hellmouth and was denied the right to fight for her home and life.
“I don’t know what it is, exactly,” Tara struggled to explain. “You’re both so smart, and you’re so… determined. I remember Buffy told me, when Will and I had split up, that Willow gave up the chance to go to a good college in order to stay here and fight the good fight. I can picture you doing that. Not that I want you to,” she hastened to explain, “because I hope that you’ll go out and make a life for yourself besides putting yourself in danger every Friday night. I know that you’ll do what you want to do, and not what you think you should do. That’s what Willow did, and I love her for it.”
“You love her for everything,” Dawn reminded her dryly, before turning serious. “You two have always been my idols. You’re so different, and that’s why you kinda – I dunno, mesh? No person can have every possible attribute but together you two do. Willow’s so smart – not that you aren’t, too,” she reassured Tara quickly, “but, you know what I mean, and you’re so homely and mommy-like. You two are like the best parents anyone, including me, though no-one could replace Mom could ever ask for.”
“There’s Buffy, as well,” Tara reminded her gently, well aware that Buffy’s slayer hearing was picking up their entire conversation from the kitchen.
Dawn shook her head. “Buffy’s my sister, and she’ll never be my parent. I don’t want her to be either. A sister’s enough for me, but I don’t think I could manage with a sister who won’t be a sister any more.” She frowned. “Did that make sense? I think I got lost somewhere in the middle.”
“Yes, it made sense,” Buffy told her as she came out of the kitchen, slinging a dishtowel over her shoulder.
“Were you eavesdropping?” Dawn asked accusingly.
Buffy looked sheepish. “No, of course I wouldn’t,” she lied indignantly. “Because that would be wrong, and non adult-y like, and setting a bad example to the younger ones and all. So of course I would never eavesdrop, and – I’m sorry.”
Dawn frowned in confusion. “What, for eavesdropping? It’s okay, I’ll forgive you.”
“No – well, not entirely. I’m sorry that I haven’t been a proper sister, and if you’ve got parents in our favourite wiccans, then I’ll be a Buffy-sister with parental responsibilities such as grounding and chores.”
Her sister rolled her eyes. “Dork.”
“It’s hereditary,” Buffy shot back. “Now go help Anya dry the dishes,” she insisted, throwing the dishtowel at the brunette. Dawn opened her mouth to protest, caught Tara’s eye, and headed into the kitchen meekly. “How did you
do that?” Buffy demanded once she had caught her breath. Tara shrugged. To be honest, she had no idea. Buffy sat down beside Tara, and cuffed her lightly on the shoulder. “Thanks.”
Tara cuffed her back, well aware that the Slayer wasn’t exactly comfortable with the range of emotions flying around at the moment. “You’re welcome.”
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When they eventually reached the airport, Tara was close to resembling a nervous wreck. She and Dawn stood at the floor-length windows and watched as the plane landed, but when the passengers began to exit the plane, the four found themselves pushed to the back of the throng of anxious friends and family.
“I can’t see,” Tara complained, peeking over Dawn’s head. “Dawn, move over, you’re taller than me.” Dawn complied, aware that Tara was far more anxious to see Willow than she was.
Anya rolled her eyes. “Tara, you’re a witch,” she pointed out, amidst loud hushings from the others as they received an alarmed glare from the woman beside them. “Just do the floaty thing that you did at your birthday.”
It wasn’t just at my birthday, Anya, Tara thought wickedly, but considered the idea briefly before discounting it. Too many people could notice – besides, what if Willow came out just as she was using magick and it set her back? “Too risky,” Tara said briefly, and stood on her tiptoes.
A flash of red caught her eye, and Tara spun to see it, only to see an elderly woman leaving with her husband. Dissatisfied, Tara turned again to the exit, and was rewarded with a small glimpse of Giles, though Willow was nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, there she was. Looking very tired and leaning slightly on Giles, but it was still her Willow.
Moving almost in slow motion, Willow turned to see Tara, and her breath caught. She’s alive.
She’s alive.
She’s alive.
“Thank you,” Willow whispered, dropping her bags to the floor. Tara stood still, no further than ten metres away. No woman seemed to want to move, instead happy with drinking in the sight of each other, both safe and desperately happy. Who moved first, they never knew – Dawn always swore that Giles had physically pushed Willow towards Tara.
Clutching Willow in her arms, Tara closed her eyes. Thoughts were too much to consider right now. All that she needed to know was that she was here, alive, and Willow was in her embrace. She’d never been happier.
The two women rocked from side to side, neither willing to release the other, as the rushing crowd respectfully avoided the two, even strangers aware that something magickal was taking place. So involved were they in trying to give Willow and Tara privacy that they didn’t notice the two witches slowly start to raise off of the floor until they were hovering in the air, still so tightly entwined that they seemed to be one.
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Buffy shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot as they waited – patiently in Giles’ case, impatiently for the rest of them. She’d greeted Giles by flinging her arms around him, and he had lifted her off the floor. There had been no pleas this time. She hadn’t begged him to stay longer, or to move back to Sunnydale. It would be his decision. Dawn had greeted him in a similarly enthusiastic manner, as had Anya. Xander had reverted to a manly handshake. Now they stood waiting for Willow and Tara, and Dawn was clutching Giles as though she never wanted to let him go.
“We should probably go home,” Tara whispered into Willow’s ear as they embraced.
“Home,” Willow sighed happily, snuggling further into Tara’s arms. “That sounds nice.”
Tara giggled. “Yes, it does,” she murmured, tightening her arms around Willow’s body. She started to pull away, uncomfortably aware that they were attracting stares, but somehow not caring as long as she was with Willow.
“Just a minute,” Willow whispered. “I wanna hold you some more.”
“I’ll hold you all you like when we get home, baby,” Tara said. “Right now, though, it’s late. Dawn has school in the morning and we should eat something.”
“I’m gaining weight,” Willow pointed out. She pulled back and frowned. “You’re not, though. Okay, we’re going home to get some yummy food goodness for Tara.” Tara positively beamed, and Willow rolled her eyes affectionately. “Later, honey. First you need to eat some real food.”
As they turned towards their friends, Willow slipped her hand into Tara’s, their fingers entwining naturally. Tara smiled at her and squeezed the cold hand. Suddenly, she frowned, and concern crossed her features. “What is it?” Willow asked, alarmed.
“Are you okay?” Tara queried, stopping abruptly and pulling on Willow’s hand to get her to pause as well. “You look very pale, honey.”
Willow frowned. What was Tara talking about? She felt fine. Okay, a little woozy, maybe, but not too bad… and suddenly the floor seemed very near.
Dizzily, Willow let herself stumble and fall, trusting that Tara would catch her.
Tara: There's just so much to work through... and can you just be kissing me now?