AN: I can't believe I'm starting another one. I'm working on two other fanficts and one original piece. I must be nuts. But if you were to ask any of my friends, they'd say the same thing. Well, here's another Willow and Tara one. It's basically gonna be just the two of them, but mostly from Willow's point of view. Some from Tara as well. I'll have the others in when I need to. It's going to start right when they first meet in 'Hush'. Only I'll have thoughts (in italics) and other things and some of my own stuff added in, of course. Hope you enjoy.

Willow sat in front of the group. The wicca group. The one that she had had such high hopes for. That was until she actually started to attend the group. All these women seemed to be about was peace to the earth and woman power and all that. Which, was of the good, but so not what she had been looking for.

And now, they were going on about women's shrines and lemon buns and getting out the newsletter. This was all too much for her too bear. Who did these woman think that they were anyways? They were not knowledgeable when it came to the real wiccan lifestyle. And definitely not knowledgeable when it came to being a real witch.

"You know, there are other things that we could do." Willow ventured tentatively. She was certain that her even mere suggestion would leave the rest of them laughing at her.

"What do you mean?" One of the woman asked her.

"Well, there is the wacky notion of spells." There was a little bit of laughter. Willow looked around the group. She saw a blond girl look up at her the minute that she said the word spell. But her attention was quickly drawn back to the woman who had asked her what she meant.

"Some stereotypes are not very empowering." The same woman said with much disdain.

Another one chimed in. "And afterwards, maybe we could all fly around on our broomsticks." More laughter chorused throughout the group.

Willow's attention was drawn back to the shy blond. She stuttered as she tried to talk. It was so sweet. "M-maybe w-we could..." She trailed off quickly as the others in the group continued to laugh at her and give her looks.

"Guys!" The first woman tried to get everyone's attention. "Tara, you were saying?"

The blond simply shook her head and stared at the floor. A little pang shot throughout Willow. How dare these women treat her with such disregard. She's a human being too. She has feelings. And she is beautiful. That thought made Willow take her gaze off from the blond. What just happened? Why am I feeling this way?

*****

Willow sat at her desk. The day before had been strange enough with the no real witches in her wicca group. Well, maybe one. That blond, Tara? She seemed open to the possibility of spells. But the rest, what a joke. And now there were these bad guys called the gentleman running around. And they liked to take people's hearts. Willow was trying to do research, but with everything happening, she was having a lot of trouble concentrating on any of it. I think I'm really trying to figure out what's going on in my head. Am I really attracted to that girl? Or just sympathizing with a fellow shy girl.

That's when the pounding startled her. There was a banging again. But she could not tell if it was from her door or someone else's. What if it's the baddies? What if they are trying to get me to open the door. I could very well be the next victim.

Sighing, Willow slowly got up from the desk. She slowly opened the door. There was noone there so she stepped out into the hallway a little. That's when something hit her. Tara! The blond girl from wicca group. The one that had seemed so different from the rest.

Stunned, Willow looked deep into the other girl's eyes. Such a blue. I've never seen blue eyes like those. And there is such a fear in them. I've got to do something to protect her. The two finally got to their feet.

That's when Willow felt the full force of pain from her ankle. It had hurt the minute she had fallen, but looking into the blond's eyes had distracted her from the pain. Just what I need. My ankle to be sore when we're running for our lives. She felt the blond's arms around her and help her to move faster. The support was amazing. The blond kept her going until they were now trapped inside the laundry room with nowhere to go.

If only I could float something bigger than a pencil. She looked over at the blond who was looking at her. She was looking at her as if waiting for her to make the first move. I've gotta try. It may not work, but I've got to try. She could feel her mind working hard to gather all the magick inside of her. She focused it all on the soda machine. If I can only move it, it would be enough to keep the baddies out. Hopefully.

Willow didn't notice the blond looking at her, trying to figure out exactly what she was trying to do. Finally, it dawned on the blond what the other woman was trying to do. She knew exactly what she needed to do.

The redhead felt fingers begin to touch hers. She looked over at the blond. The blond smiled shyly and nodded towards the soda machine. Their fingers finished intertwining. They gripped each other's hand even tighter. Willow could feel this force flow throughout her body. She had never felt so much power. But there was something else that she was feeling.

She watched in amazement as the soda machine seemed to effortlessly fling itself against the door, blocking the path the bad guys had been trying to use to get to them. That's when the redhead looked at the joined hands. That wasn't just magick I was feeling. She looked up into those blue eyes again. They were so sad. Yet they held a strength she had never seen. This girl is amazing. So totally amazing. I think there is a reason that we are meeting now. I need her in my life.

*****

Buffy and her friends were taken care of. They were dealing with the fallout of not being able to talk. A lot had happened to each of the scooby gang over the last couple of days. Some good things, some not so good. But for Willow, there was the possibility of something very good coming from it.

"You were there, looking for me?" Willow asked as she indicated a spot that she and the blond could sit.

"You were different from the others." Tara smiled brightly. "The others didn't really seem to know..."

Willow smiled as she finished for the blond. "What they were talking about?" They both shared a little moment. Both women looked into the other's eyes for a few minutes.

"I think if they saw a real witch, they'd probably runaway." There was that bright smile on Tara's face.

"So, have you been practicing long?" Willow kept feeling herself getting lost in those deep blue eyes of Tara's. What is wrong with you Rosenberg? Why is a girl getting to you so much? She is, isn't she? She is so different from anyone I've ever met. And I think she's exactly who I really need in my life right now.

"Always." The nicest shade of red comes to Tara's cheeks. "My mom was too. She had a lot of power. Just like you."

Hold it right there! I'm not that powerful. "Me? Not so much in the way of power. Most of my potions come out soup. Besides, friends in danger, I'm nothing special." Not like you. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. And there is something about you. Something very special indeed.

"Oh, but you are." There's that reddening of the cheeks again. And the shy laugh and smile.

How do I respond to that? Willow smiles big. The girl thinks I'm special. And that makes me happy. Happy for the first time since Oz left me. Oz! I, no. She looks intently at the blond girl who sits, waiting for the redhead to make the next move. I can't, can I? The question lingers for several minutes. It seems so much like when I first met Oz. Am I really falling for a girl? This amazing woman sitting next to me? Her smile grows even bigger. She knows that she has to be bold so that this girl will not slip through her fingers.

"Would you like to come over sometime." She watches the blond carefully for a reaction. "Or we could meet at your place. We could do some spells together, if you want to." Oh, goddess, please let her say yes. I need her in my life. The void left by Oz seems to be filling in just by her mere presence.

"I'd l-love to." Tara adverts her eyes from the redhead.

Instinctively, Willow puts her hand on the blond's making her look at her again. There is something in the other's eyes. A look like she is afraid that the touch means more. Or is it that she's afraid that I mean less. I hope that she wants this too.

"How about tomorrow. Around six? We can order pizza." Willow smiles. "The only way I may have to cancel if something else comes up with some friends of mine. But I want you to be the one that I spend time with." So bold, Rosenberg. What are you thinking? Weren't you just this morning attracted to boys. What is happening. She looks into the blueness of those eyes. Something wonderful.

"I-it's a date." Tara's face reddens more. And the two part. Both anticipating their next meeting.