Summary: The Scoobies were all once given advice that made an impact on their lives by a certain blonde-haired Wicca.

Pairings: Hints of Willow/Tara, Spike/Buffy, Anya/Xander.

Disclaimer- I do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer. The rights belong to the always-awesome Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I just own the very laptop this was written on, a box in the corner of my room and pretty much every TV series you could imagine. However, the last one is a lie.

Advice Given Part One: Xander (Set maybe a little while before the events of Entropy).

"Xander?"

The dark-haired member of the not-so-famous-with-the-humans-but-very-with-demons Scooby Gang looked up to stare into the sapphire-blue orbs that were the eyes of Tara Maclay, official member of their increasingly branching-out group and girlfriend to his best friend Willow Rosenberg.

"Oh," He wiped the final remaining tear from the corner of his eye, sniffling a little, "Hey, Tara. What's up?" He asked, trying to put some of his usual confidence in but his tone was wearily and croaky.

The blonde furrowed her brow slightly. She had never seen Xander like this. Not Xander. He was always so bright, energetic to the point where you were on the verge of sanity. Never had she seen him cry. But after the events of his and Anya's failed wedding it was to be expected that he had to show some sign of being upset.

"I just came out for some air," She replied as she took a seat by him on the porch of the Summers residence, "Dawnie's caught up watching TV to notice me."

Xander sharply nodded, "R-right."

"Xander, ar-"

"I didn't want to."

Tara raised an eyebrow in confusion, "You didn't want to, what?"

"Leave her there...on the aisle. I wanted to, Tara. Christ, I wanted to," Xander said, fresh tears spiking in his eyes, "I just couldn't do it...marriage is a bad thing. It never ends well." He thought of his father and mothers' clearly doomed-from-the-start relationship and this caused the tears to splash down his face.

Tara looked at him, eyes softening. She couldn't be mean with him, lash out at him like the others most likely would. It was her duty, she was basically the mother of the group, "I know that, Xander. I really do."

"No you don't," He gruffly muttered, "They all said that but then they ate out at me."

Tara this time frowned, her hand reaching over and clasping his, "I do mean it. Xander. Only a fool would be blind to the love you clearly have for Anya. She loves you to, she's just hurt because you broke her heart and humiliated her." She paused as she saw him cringe at her choice of words, "But deep down, she still loves you. You have to prove it to her." She squeezed his hand tightly, "Go find her. Tell her how much you mean to her."

Xander looked at her, eyes misty with tears, "I-I should?" His frog-like voice asked her, as if needing her blessing.

Tara gave a lop-sided smile, "Yes."

"But...I don't know if I wanna get married," Xander frowned.

"You'll just have to try extra-hard in making her forgive you," Tara released her hold on his hand.

"Thanks, Tara," Xander managed a weak smile before his strong arms went around the small witch and he hugged her tightly, "I mean it. Maybe I should sort all my girl advice with you?" He then added, "You got any tips on pleasuring woman? Maybe share some experiences with Willow?"

Tara was glad to see some of his old humor back but swatted him on the head playfully, "Our sex life is our business. You'll have to convince Willow to tell you."

"Aw..." Xander stood up before getting serious, "Wish me luck?"

"You won't need it," Tara gave a tiny grin as she watched him walk off.