Kennedy couldn't believe her eyes. The red head that she so desperately wanted to get to know had turned into a guy. Not just any guy, either. It was the man that she killed just last year in a fit of grief and rage because he had shot her everything. And now, they were in the back yard and that red head was waving a gun at her. The words weren't making much sense. She knew that if she didn't do something, her potential new girlfriend would be lost to her forever.
What was that she just said. I was there when she killed her. "You mean Warren." Now the confusion ensues. Willow's not even sure what she's saying. She really believes that she's going to turn into that evil man.
'Not if I can help it, damn it!' Kennedy stared at the red head, watching her fall to her knees and than sit on the ground. The red head's tears were flowing freely. She was begging her former world for forgiveness. Forgiveness for possibly moving on with the dark haired slayer.
She shuddered at the thought. This was all her fault. She had attacked too quickly. There was no better way to describe it. Kennedy had gone on the prowl for Willow the moment she had laid eyes on her. But she had never been in love before. Crushes and other little things, but never in love. And she was. Kennedy had fallen for the witch almost the minute she had laid eyes on her.
"You didn't do anything wrong. This is just like in the fairytales." Slowly, she came closer to the witch, the most powerful person she had ever met. She felt even more powerful than Buffy.
Kennedy watches as Willow pulls back. "What are you doing?"
The pain and the fear on her face nearly break Kennedy's heart. The woman has been through so much. Especially the last year. 'I don't know how she went on living after losing her everything. If I can't bring Willow back, I'm not sure what I'll do. I love her so much already. But I can't tell her that. Not yet. It's too soon.' She smiles at the red head. "Bringing you back to life." Quickly, she leans in and their lips meet. 'This is for Tara. She wouldn't want you to suffer like you are. She would rather be alive and with you, but she wouldn't want you to hurt the rest of your life just because she isn't here. This is for me. I hope that some day you will be able to love me the way I love you. If not, at least you can maybe learn to live again. This is mostly for you. You deserve to be able to love again. Even if that loving isn't with me. You deserve more than just going through the motions.'
Finally, having satisfied her hunger for the taste of the witch, she pulls back. A huge grin makes its way onto her face. "I am good."
She watches Willow as she feels her face. "It's really me?" The hope in her voice and the possibly happiness make Kennedy's grin even larger.
"Yeah. Are you all right?" The question seems to hang in the air forever as Willow looks around. She looks up to the bedroom window. Dear God! That's the window that the stray bullet must have gone through. Will she ever be all right again?
Willow finally had a little half smile on her face. "I have no idea."
Kennedy helped the witch to her feet. "I'll make you some tea." Willow leaned her head on Kennedy. Kennedy held tight to the woman that she was definitely now in love with as they walked into the house. Just to make this woman happy, she would do anything. Even if that meant that they could never have a real relationship and only be friends. 'Please let her want more than friendship. She is like a goddess. I need her. She'll only make me stronger in anything I do. Especially fighting this big evil. Please let her be able to love me too. And keep the love she has for Tara.' The two disappeared into the house, Kennedy using her strength to hold up the weakened witch.