Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone created by the great Joss Whedon.

AN: This is my first Tara/Willow story, ever, and believe me when I say that it's been a long time coming. I've wanted to write for the couple ever since I first saw "New Moon Rising". So as always, please enjoy the fic (it's going to be kind of long…)!

Welcome this New Change.

"You are a goddess," Kennedy smiled, feeling her new power coursing through her.

"And you're a slayer…"

Kennedy left the room, leaving Willow to fall over in magical bliss, passing out as her friends fought to save the world.

Willow awoke in a very familiar place. The house was old, but not ancient, and the décor left something to be desired. She looked out the window and saw rain staining the earth and the clouds over head purging the sun. "How did I-"

A friendly voice cut her off, "-get all the way from Sunnydale C-A to Westbury, England? It's simple sweetie," the woman took a sip of her tea, "magic."

"Sister Ella? But…"

"What are you thinking? That you never left here? That Giles left you with us this whole time, and your friends are one blow from caving in while you're on vacation, or that you just dreamed it all up?" The wicca smiled, "my child, if only things were as simple as a dream."

"But, my friends…oh god." Willow stopped as she felt a power surging through herself, "I can feel them, all of them. The slayers…"

"You helped save the world. You, Xander, Giles and Buffy, yet again, successfully thwarted evil. But you can't know that, not yet."

"How then? How am I here, when I was just…"

"You are here while time is frozen. This is the space between." Another woman came into view then, she was slightly older then the wicca in the hallway that they were standing in. "So you can't possibly know what you've done. Back there, you're still asleep."

"I passed out, but I did, all the slayers. I mean – the potiental slayers, they're all-"

"Are now given free reign with their newly harnessed power?"

"Well, I was going to say 'awaken', but since you put it like that…"

"Sister Moira," the first lady spoke to the second, "I haven't told her yet."

"What?" Willow fought, questioning the ladies of the coven, "What is it that you're not telling me? Why am I here, and not with my friends? Did I cross a line again? Do I need to be punished?" The redhead babbled.

Sister Ella brought her hand up to stop the babbling witch, "Your life, Willow, has become misshapen, if you will."

"Look sisters, I know I screwed up a lot with the magicks, but this, it doesn't feel evil…so can I go now?" Willow asked, turning around to walk to the front door.

"Stop." The powerful wiccas stopped the redhead, pulling her back with magic. "Sister Moira, if you'd be so kind." Sister Ella held out her hand broadly towards Willow as a bright gold orb formed in Sister Moira's hand. "We need to show you and explain."

Willow looked into the magical orb levitating from the sister's hand. "That's me," she observed as she smiled down at a younger version of herself, "And I'm in the magic box, well, before I destroyed it…and I'm with…" she pulled back to study the two elder women's faces, "Tara?"

Sister Moira closed her hand, making the orb dissapate in front of the now distraught redhead. "You've come a far way since wanting to mame and destroy, Willow. We had to be sure you could achieve what you did before we could bring you here."
"I don't-" Willow stammered, "What does this have to do with Tara? Was that an alternate universe or something? Cause I've seen what that path is and it leads all to badness."

"It's not an alternate universe, Willow. This is the past. Tara is still there, as you all were."

"So, she never died?" Willow asked painfully, her voice beginning to betray her confidence, "Is she stuck there?"

"Tara is dead. In this time deminsion, she has crossed over, but not her soul. The First," Sister Moira shifted her gaze from her hand to the redhead, "they explained this to you, but not in words you could piece together in the messy puzzle." She took Willow's hand, "They told you, because of what you did, she could not come to you."

"Right…because I killed Warren…" Willow kneeled down beside the wiccas, "because I brought shame to her."

"They were right, to some degree," Sister Ella kneeled beside Willow, "but mostly only about the part where she couldn't come to you through them. I wager you're very confused by all of this, so let me explain." Sister Ella snapped her fingers and they were in the living room of the old house, the two older wiccas seated across Willow. "As I was saying, The First has to be able to grab onto a soul when a body crosses over. With Tara, her soul was kept safe, with you."

"I don't-I don't understand." Willow's face paled.

Sister Moira's hand went over and touched Sister Ella as she looked to her for conformation, "We are willing to send you back, child. Save the love of your life and change the course that you are on now."

"What?"

"You heard me. The events of the past year would never as occurred as such if you knew what you know now then. The First would have never sieged this opportunity if…"

"The Beljoxa's Eye told us…"

"We know. But we have planned things in motion for it all to be prevented. The death of and of your friends must be abolished at and rate. Buffy nor Tara can die."

Willow thought for a long moment, "When I asked Osiris to bring Tara back, he said it was a natural death."

"My child… there's no such thing as a natural death when it is of a murderous act or that of a suicide. Both deaths can be prevented, no lives lost and no balance to equal out since the person or persons were killed by human hands."

"Warren…" Willow stated, "But I killed him.."

"You have redeemed yourself in a way that the rest of us would only dream of."

"It's all so surreal. You're telling me that-"

"You become a White Witch, Willow."

Willow looked up, astonished, shaking her head, then continuing. "So you're saying that I went all Glenda Good Witch and now I get the one thing that I've wanted most of all? Why now…?"

"We had to be sure that you could learn from the magic. Tara was always your anchor, but you delved into the dark arts even with her. We had to see if you could contain it without her." Sister Ella came over to Willow then, "You must trust yourself before we can take you back."

Willow closed her eyes, then slowly reopened them, "And Kennedy? What about her?"

"We do not deal in matters of the flesh, dear, just matters of the soul." Sister Moira crooned out, annoyed by the younger witch.

"I know she wasn't my soulmate, or life partner, or anything close to what Tara and I shared, but she was with me."

"The women of this coven had to, how do you say, put a substitute in. Someone who was strong enough, body and soul, to help you and defend you when it mattered. You, otherwise, were never suppose to meet Kennedy."

"But will she be happy?" concern for the young slayer fillying Willow's features, "I do care for her…"

"You are not her soulmate. Your destinies were mashed together because of something that cut between your timelines." Just as she finished, the grandfather clock in the room chimed.

"Ella, sweetie, it's time." Sister Moira called.

"Alright Willow. You will remember all of the future. Change the coarse of history and save your soulmate by changing death." She finished, then pressed her hand to Willow's forehead.