Author's Note: This fic is based off a challenge that I saw and liked. (Translation: plot bunnies everywhere.) For reference, here's the challenge:

Challenge:
Willow performs a spell and instead of erasing Buffy & Tara's memory it makes Buffy & Tara think that they are in love.

Pick at least three out of seven:
1. Willow trying to reverse the spell but that backfires and she falls in love with ? (you pick)
2. Buffy & Tara end up together
3. A song by one of these groups, Default, Nickelback, Bif Naked, Edwin (or Edwin & The Pressure) or The Moffats. (Notice a Canadian theme)
4. Tara in leather
5. Whipped cream & Strawberries
6. Buffy confessing to the gang that she loves Tara.
7. Tara & Buffy get there memories back and still love each other.

"Tabula Rasa, Tabula Rasa, Tabula Rasa..."

"Sorry. Everybody's sorry. I know that you guys are just trying to help...but it's just, it's too much. And, and I, I can't take it any more. If you guys...if you guys understood how it felt...how it feels. It's like I'm dying, it-"

Suddenly, without warning, Buffy collapsed, much to everyone's surprise and dismay. Except for Tara, who had also fallen to the floor, dead to the world. "Tara!" shouted Willow, now worried that her spell had somehow backfired.

"What just happened to those two?" asked Spike in a sneering tone of voice.

"It was probably Willow," declared Anya tactlessly. "She probably performed another spell to keep Tara from complaining about her magic use."

"Anya!" hissed Xander. "What have I told you about not talking about things that don't concern you in public?"

"This *does* concern me! Willow's turning into Black Magic Girl, and no one has the guts to say anything about it!" Regarding her fiancé, who was holding onto Willow protectively, Anya added bitterly, "Not like you would say anything, Xander Harris. You'll always defend her, no matter what. Same with Buffy I bet you're still in lo-"

"Don't even go there, Anya," muttered Xander, as mist began to cloud his vision.

"Oh, I'll go there," answered the ex-demon boldly. "There's no reason why everyone shouldn't know that you're afraid to marry me, probably because you're still holding a candle for Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Willow the Lesbian Witch."

Giles, who had been patiently waiting out the storm while attempting to prepare a makeshift bed for both Buffy and Tara, finally reached his boiling point. "Enough! Buffy and Tara may be in serious danger here, and neither of you are helping!" Noticing the large grin on Spike's face, the Watcher added, "Wipe that smile off your face, Spike, before I throw you out."

"Oh, sod off," replied the vampire. "I'm helping your precious little Slayer-see?" True to his word (for once), Spike had found a couch and had placed Buffy on it. "So what if red put a hit on Glinda and Goldilocks here? You can fix it, right?"

"Perhaps," answered Giles. "But with Willow not admitting to anything, and Buffy and Tara unconscious, we may simply have to wait for them to wake up." Had he bothered to look at Willow, Giles would have noticed that she was not only sporting an expression of guilt, but one of extreme nervousness.

"So, that's it? We just wait?" asked Dawn, who had been silent until now.

"It would appear so."