Disclaimer:Joss Whedon is responsible for the creation of the characters Oz & Tara; I do not own them.

Life with out her was a bit bleak, barren like a wasteland wrought with drought. I would stay awake some nights, crying, reaching out for her warmth only to find myself alone in my bed, far from the red haired beauty.

The buzzing of my alarm is what awoke me from my very peaceful, very warm dream of her, my Willow... though we became friends in the end she would always be mine, yet after what she did to me I couldn't really forgive her. That dream was the same as it always was. I was telling her that it takes a lot of time to regain trust when it was broken… at the end, I would say more like ask if she could just be kissing me now...

Climbing from the bed I put Isis down onto it, she had been laying on my head again. Isis is the baby that Willow gave me, our kitten.

Taking the goods needed to make myself human once more I moved out of my door towards those bathrooms, and the thoughts of a nice hot shower were distracting me as I ran right into something solid, hard, and very warm. Raising my hazel eyes up, I smiled if only just a bit of a smile.

I had run over my new close friend and study partner, Oz… the man who almost killed me once because of Willow, she was not just mine but his as well.

I was startled when his hand reached up to brush my hair away from my face, and he returned the smile. His palm felt warm against my cheek, I swore I was blushing now, because I suddenly felt hot all over.

"Morning, sleep well Oz?"

"I'm still alive, so I'd have to say yes. You?"

"Like a log" Oh what a lie, yet did he know?

"See you around then, I have class." he gave my other cheek a kiss before jogging away. Did he know?

Did Oz even know that my heart was his, always; from the first time, he said hello...

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Sappy yes, but hey, it's a ficcie for me and my new boyfriend… I am his Tara he is my Oz, he had my heart from hello.

When I first wrote this fiction I was young and very stupid. I've grown up, perhaps for the better, that relationship was for the balls it gave me to take control of my life.