"The moon to the tide

"The moon to the tide
I can feel you inside

I'm under your spell
Surging like the sea
Wanting you so helplessly
I break with every swell
Lost in ecstasy
Spread beneath my willow tree"

She drew in power unbeknownst to herself. Her entire body shook, and a small silver light enveloped the Summers' residence, her home. She didn't realize the power she contained, especially when joined with her beloved. She just knew it felt good.
As Willow came forward, from finishing her off, she had a small sweat on her forehead and a huge grin on her face. Tara looked at her and smiled back, never knowing the difference.

Back in the lair, Rack watched with a look of content on his face. He seemed to enjoy the union, even though he had nothing to do with it.
'Little bitch doesn't know her own strength… Willow picks them all so well. If only they knew. A powerful magick has been used, and they don't even know it. Willow, you should have known better then to mess with her head…' Rack thought to himself, a huge smile spread across his face, and he shown his rotten teeth off. "Tabula Rasa, baby."

The next morning, Willow woke up, stared at the ceiling.
'What have I done? I violated my own love's mind to get what I want. I looked to the dark arts, tainted her mind, her body, her flesh. Her aura was changed last night, and a power unleashed that everyone could feel. I felt it rush through me…' she wondered to herself, her thoughts being played across her face.

She got out of bed, and leaning over to kiss Tara, stopped, and looked at how content she was with everything.
'She seems happy.'
She walked out of the bedroom, leaving Tara to sleep. A quick glance at the clock on the way out, realizing it was almost noon. Walking downstairs, she found Buffy, sitting at the table, flipping through a Cosmopolitan while poking at the donut on her plate.
"Buffy?" Willow said with an undertone of worry and sadness.
"What's up Will?" Buffy replied robotically.
"Buffy, I have a problem… I have been…" Willow began to tear up, her eyes just becoming wells that were overflowing.
"Will? You can tell me anything, you know that?" Buffy said, putting down the magazine and pushing away her half-heartedly eaten donut.
"I know." Willow said, looking at Buffy, her face turning red with embarrassment. "I have an addiction to magic." She stated, tears streaming down her face.
"What do you mean Will?" Buffy asked.
"I have been using it for everything. Getting dressed in the morning, avoiding red lights in traffic, getting things I need from other areas of the house, doing the dishes, getting what I want…" She started, and was quickly cut off.
"What do you mean by getting what you want? I haven't seen a million dollars laying around in small unmarked bills, or Angelina Jolie in your closet…" Buffy asked.
"Remember that argument I had with Tara?"
"Yeah, the one you guys talked through…?"
"Well, not exactly. There was this spell, Tabula Rasa… I used it on her. She doesn't remember that argument."
"WILLOW!" Buffy said, covering her mouth.
"I know… I know…" Willow said, furrowing her brow and putting her hand on her forehead, her red hair dangling down in front of her face.
"Well, we know you have a problem. How do you reverse the spell?" Buffy asked, trying her hardest not to smash anything.
"I am not sure." Willow said.
"Well, let's go over it. There are consequences you know… what you put out will return to you, three fold, or so that old lady in The Craft said." Buffy joked.
"Okay. Let me go get the book, and the ingredients, be right back." Willow darted back upstairs into her room, oh-so-stealthy like, and grabbed a book out from under the bed, and a shoebox full of herbs, candles, and crystals. She passed by Tara, looking at her, and smiling. 'She looks so peaceful.' She walked out, closing the door silently, and ran back downstairs, and to the kitchen. Before she entered, she stopped, hearing Buffy talking to someone.
"She doesn't realize what she has done." A male voice said.

"What do you mean? She knows exactly what she did with that spell." Buffy retorted.
"You felt it last night; the power surging through the air. You could taste the power, sweet…"
"Like strawberries?" Buffy said.
"That's my girl."

Willow realized who it was in the kitchen. Rack, the Dark magic dealer.
"Shut up! She isn't your girl and never will be again!" Buffy Yelled. There was a crashing sound as something hit the wall.
"You little girl. She is just as bad as me you realize; dabbling with forces she doesn't know about, ignoring the fine print. Last night, a major shift in energies; the fabric of life even, and you go siding with her." Rack said. "You do not know my power, the extent of it , so don't fuck with me, of that pretty little face will have more then just a bruise on it."
Willow walked into the kitchen and put down her book and box, and looked at him. Her eyes flickered dark.
"You came into my home and messed with my friends. And for what, might I ask?" Willow said, her voice deepening with a primordial rage.
"Tails are twitchy girlie, and you can't reverse it now. You messed with the natural order of things, and now is time to pay." He replied, disappearing in a plume of energy, his final words echoing through her head.
Willow looked at Buffy, and helped her get up off the floor, noting the red mark across her face.
"He caught me off guard." She stated angrily. "Let's try to reverse this."
Willow sat Buffy and herself down at the table and started reading through the text, pulling up the ingredients as she named them off.
"Lethe's Bramble- the herb needed to aid in the forgetfulness spell. Said to grow along the river of Lethe in Hades and closely related to the rose family, a crystal to be used as the vessel to contain the memory, and a candle, kinda like a censure."
"Okay, so what crystal did you use for the spell?" Buffy asked. Willow looted through her pockets and pulled out a dark green crystal. "Oh! Pretty! It's green!" she said.
"It was not always green. It turned that way once the bramble was done burning. When the final embers went out, the spell took place and the memory of the argument was placed into the crystal." Willow said. "The only thing is, how do I get it back out?"
"Do the spell backwards?" Buffy asked?
"A few spells can be done in reverse, but in this case, no." Willow replied.
"Are there any other instructions; or how about an 'Oops' Section?" Buffy asked, excitedly.
"No." Willow said, staring at the crystal on the table. "The memory needs to come out, somehow though."
"I GOT IT!" Buffy said, pounding her fist onto the crystal, crushing it. A plume of green smoke flew from the shattered pieces and the crystal returned to its plain color.
"Well, that was easy." Willow said, closing her book.

Upstairs, Tara lay asleep, as the green smoke enveloped her; she woke up, and clenched her stomach. Her eyes shown a great emerald green and she began screaming. A few moments later, Willow came in through the door, Buffy soon in step.
"Baby?" Willow said, reaching out her hand to push the hair out of Tara's face. Tara jerked away.
"What did you do?" She said, glaring at Willow.
"I… I…" Willow said, afraid of what might happen. Afraid to loose the control she had with the magics. Afraid of the inevitability of Tara's leaving. "I have a problem… I need help… Tara… I am so sorry!" Willow began strong, but ended in heavy sobs, sprawled out on the floor.
Tara's look of anger quickly faded and was replaced with a look of pain. She again clutched her stomach, and it began to swell. Her moans turned into screams as the bulge grew to about a quarter size of a basketball.
"OH MY GODDESS!" She yelled threw clenched teeth.
"Tara!" Willow yelled, staring as her stomach grew at such a rate. She held her hand over her mouth, while her jaw hung slack. Buffy, backing up in case Tara's stomach exploded, had a look of fear across her face.
It stopped when her stomach reached the size of a basketball, and Tara stood there, clutching her stomach and dripping in sweat.
"I realize what you have done." Tara said. "You made me pregnant… but how?" She asked, looking for some sort of an explanation to the new abnormality.