Seeing Bed
What Should Have Happened After Seeing Red
Description: Willow/Tara fic. A retelling of the episode Villains.
Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy are not mine, sadly. They belong to the good people at Fox, the WB, UPN and of course the God of all things Buffy, Joss Whedon.
Spoilers: Season Six, Seeing Red
Rated: PG-13
"Your shirt ..." Tara said, staring at the stain the covered her lover's heart. She never had time to realize that the blood was her own.
Willow caught her as she slumped to the ground. "Baby. Come on Baby!" she coaxed. There was no response. "Tara, oh God. Tara!" The red head screamed in fury at the injustice of it all. She felt the magic swelling within her.
She pushed the swell down, tears running down her cheeks. Her first had been to resurrect Tara. That thought was immediately followed by shame. How could she allow herself to plunge back into everything she had been against? How could she betray Tara's final wish? She nuzzled the fallen girl closer to her, praying that the warmth of her body would awaken that of her lover's. Her attempts were in vain. Willow rocked back and forth crying, lost in the depths of despair.
"Oh God." Willow looked up to find Anya staring at the blood-soaked couple in horror.
"Call an ambulance," the redhead ordered. "I can't .. I can't leave her."
Anya nodded in understanding. She picked up the phone. "Hello. No I will not be put on hold!" Unnoticed by Willow, she shot a bolt of power through the phone. "Send an ambulance. Two people have been shot."
"Two?" Willow asked. "I haven't been shot, this is just -"
"Buffy was hit. On the front lawn. By Warren."
A cold chill ran down Willow's spine. "Warren. Is he still...? Is she...?"
"He's gone, for now. Buffy's alive but barely. Xander's looking after her."
"Then why aren't you with them?"
"Because I didn't come here for that. I was called here by you."
Willow, traumatized as she was, could not possibly miss the implications of Anya's words. "You're a demon again." Anya nodded. "When?"
"When do you think? Right after the wedding that wasn't."
"And you can help me?"
"I can try. Your wish is my command."
Red hot anger sizzled at her very core. "Warren is going to pay dearly for what he did to us all. I wish his intestines would-"
"Willow!" Anya silenced. "Think carefully what you wish for. The wish can be anything. *Anything*. You're my friend, but I have to grant what you ask, even if you ask stupidly. However, if you were to make a more useful wish..."
It hit her then, the solution. Willow looked Anya in the eyes and clearly stated, "I wish Warren been caught and gone to jail last night with the others."
Anya smiled with relief. "Done."
The world swirled around Willow, who found herself sitting on her bed. Tara came in the door. "Things fall apart, they fall so hard."
Willow, wasting no time, went to her lover, holding the blonde's beautiful hands in hers. "Then we'll just have to put them together again." She kissed Tara.
Tara kissed her back, savoring each second, parting only long enough to catch her breath and ask, "How did you know?"
It was too difficult to explain, so Willow chose not to. She gave Tara a sly smile and led her to the bed, humming all the while "A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes."
