Waited
Part 4 (of 7) - Willow and Tara
Tough Love
Willow sat on a cushion on the Magic Shop's floor, not really paying attention to the music that played in her headphones. She was still thinking about the fight she'd had with Tara earlier. She couldn't believe that the blonde witch had said her power frightened her. She had been really hurt when Tara had told her she wasn't sure how she would fit in her life. Willow knew that she didn't really think the redhead was going to "go back to Boystown," but the fact that she had considered it gave her a sick feeling. Tara didn't trust her.
Willow shook her head, trying to erase the fight from her memory. It had been just that. One fight. They'd never had one before, and who was to say it would ever happen again. She still hated that they'd had it, but no relationship is perfect, right? The redhead turned up her music and looked out the window, hoping her lover would come to find her.
**Hit the ground
weighed down again.
You walked out
But I'm sure you're my friend
I waited
But I must be too dumb to be proud
Because I waited, I waited**
The witch smiled slightly, knowing that sitting here, waiting for Tara to show up like this was silly. She knew as soon as she saw the blonde again, all would be forgiven. When it came to loving Tara, Willow truly had no pride. She would do anything for her love. Willow walked over to talk to Giles about the fight.
"At least it's over now," Giles said offhandedly, and Willow panicked.
"Over? How could it be over? I just found her!" Her heart wrenched at the idea that her newfound love had run its course.
"The quarrel is over," Giles said, in explanation.
Willow sighed in relief at Giles' meaning. The thought of losing Tara now, after such a stupid fight, made her think maybe she should go look for Tara instead of waiting for her to come to the Shop. After a few more minutes of talking with Giles, the redhead was convinced, and was about to ready herself to leave, when Giles walked over to the back door with a peculiar expression on his face, still giving her advice.
"This too," he said, opening the door, revealing one of Glory's henchmen, and closing it against the creature's head quickly, knocking him down, "Shall pass."
"Oh! That's one of Glory's minons," Anya appeared, having come running at the noise.
"Yes, how very helpful." Giles questioned the decomposing being on its purpose for spying on them, but to no avail. The Hobbit-with-leprosy refused to talk about anything helpful, just continued to praise his beloved God. Finally, Giles asked the girls to get some twine to tie him up with and the moment their backs were turned, there was a crunching sound and a cry from the creature. The girls turned, confused, and Giles explained sheepishly, "He changed his mind."
The grotesque being implied that Glory knew whom the Key was and was retrieving it at that very moment. Anya, Giles and Willow all looked on with shock lighting their faces.
"We've got to call Buffy," Anya said, turning to get the phone.
"Too late. Too late," the minion said, still gasping for breath, "Glorificus will find the witch and there's nothing you can do to stop her."
"The witch?" The ex-demon had sounded confused, but Willow understood almost immediately.
"Tara," she gasped. She had forgotten about the blonde witch in all the commotion, and suddenly her heart tightened again at the thought of losing her to Glory.
That had been fifteen minutes ago, and now Willow was trying to find her love at the fair they were supposed to go to. She weaved through people, trying desperately to do a spell to help her find Tara, to help her protect Tara. Her mind was cluttered with worry and doubt and guilt of sending the blonde off alone, and the words refused to come. The only words that would form in her head were those from the song she'd been listening to earlier.
** I waited
But I must be too dumb to be proud
Because I waited, I waited**
It was then that she saw Tara, sitting alone on a bench, a vacant look on her face. Willow finally reached her side.
"Tara, are you okay?"
The blonde looked at her for only a second, and the hope that she was still in there filled Willows heart.
**Woke to sounds
I prayed you were there
I fell back down
But I'm sure you still care**
"It's dirty. It's all dirty. And all over me. Dirty, dirty, bad. Bad!"
Willow's heart broke then, as she clutched her altered lover to her, and tears stained her face. "Tara, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry…"
**It must have been good, this can't be for good.**
The two witches sat there, the redhead rocking the blonde like a baby, whispering comforts in her ear, crying as much for her guilt as for her lover's pain.
"I should have found you, Tara," She kissed the other girl's cheek, just below her empty eyes, "I shouldn't have waited, I'm so sorry."
Part 4 (of 7) - Willow and Tara
Tough Love
Willow sat on a cushion on the Magic Shop's floor, not really paying attention to the music that played in her headphones. She was still thinking about the fight she'd had with Tara earlier. She couldn't believe that the blonde witch had said her power frightened her. She had been really hurt when Tara had told her she wasn't sure how she would fit in her life. Willow knew that she didn't really think the redhead was going to "go back to Boystown," but the fact that she had considered it gave her a sick feeling. Tara didn't trust her.
Willow shook her head, trying to erase the fight from her memory. It had been just that. One fight. They'd never had one before, and who was to say it would ever happen again. She still hated that they'd had it, but no relationship is perfect, right? The redhead turned up her music and looked out the window, hoping her lover would come to find her.
**Hit the ground
weighed down again.
You walked out
But I'm sure you're my friend
I waited
But I must be too dumb to be proud
Because I waited, I waited**
The witch smiled slightly, knowing that sitting here, waiting for Tara to show up like this was silly. She knew as soon as she saw the blonde again, all would be forgiven. When it came to loving Tara, Willow truly had no pride. She would do anything for her love. Willow walked over to talk to Giles about the fight.
"At least it's over now," Giles said offhandedly, and Willow panicked.
"Over? How could it be over? I just found her!" Her heart wrenched at the idea that her newfound love had run its course.
"The quarrel is over," Giles said, in explanation.
Willow sighed in relief at Giles' meaning. The thought of losing Tara now, after such a stupid fight, made her think maybe she should go look for Tara instead of waiting for her to come to the Shop. After a few more minutes of talking with Giles, the redhead was convinced, and was about to ready herself to leave, when Giles walked over to the back door with a peculiar expression on his face, still giving her advice.
"This too," he said, opening the door, revealing one of Glory's henchmen, and closing it against the creature's head quickly, knocking him down, "Shall pass."
"Oh! That's one of Glory's minons," Anya appeared, having come running at the noise.
"Yes, how very helpful." Giles questioned the decomposing being on its purpose for spying on them, but to no avail. The Hobbit-with-leprosy refused to talk about anything helpful, just continued to praise his beloved God. Finally, Giles asked the girls to get some twine to tie him up with and the moment their backs were turned, there was a crunching sound and a cry from the creature. The girls turned, confused, and Giles explained sheepishly, "He changed his mind."
The grotesque being implied that Glory knew whom the Key was and was retrieving it at that very moment. Anya, Giles and Willow all looked on with shock lighting their faces.
"We've got to call Buffy," Anya said, turning to get the phone.
"Too late. Too late," the minion said, still gasping for breath, "Glorificus will find the witch and there's nothing you can do to stop her."
"The witch?" The ex-demon had sounded confused, but Willow understood almost immediately.
"Tara," she gasped. She had forgotten about the blonde witch in all the commotion, and suddenly her heart tightened again at the thought of losing her to Glory.
That had been fifteen minutes ago, and now Willow was trying to find her love at the fair they were supposed to go to. She weaved through people, trying desperately to do a spell to help her find Tara, to help her protect Tara. Her mind was cluttered with worry and doubt and guilt of sending the blonde off alone, and the words refused to come. The only words that would form in her head were those from the song she'd been listening to earlier.
** I waited
But I must be too dumb to be proud
Because I waited, I waited**
It was then that she saw Tara, sitting alone on a bench, a vacant look on her face. Willow finally reached her side.
"Tara, are you okay?"
The blonde looked at her for only a second, and the hope that she was still in there filled Willows heart.
**Woke to sounds
I prayed you were there
I fell back down
But I'm sure you still care**
"It's dirty. It's all dirty. And all over me. Dirty, dirty, bad. Bad!"
Willow's heart broke then, as she clutched her altered lover to her, and tears stained her face. "Tara, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry…"
**It must have been good, this can't be for good.**
The two witches sat there, the redhead rocking the blonde like a baby, whispering comforts in her ear, crying as much for her guilt as for her lover's pain.
"I should have found you, Tara," She kissed the other girl's cheek, just below her empty eyes, "I shouldn't have waited, I'm so sorry."