A/N: It's set right after wrecked, another T/W. I'll have the next part up as soon as I can. Let me know what you think.
Weigh On My Mind
Part 1
Tara Maclay ran up the path to the summers house and rattled on the door, not caring if she woke up the whole of Sunnydale.
Finally the slayer opened the door, "Tara, what-?"
"Where is she?" Tara asked as she walked through the door into the hall. "Is she ok?"
"She's safe." Buffy answered then herded a tense witch into the living room where she paced. "Tara, what's going on?"
Tara paused to look at her for only seconds, "I felt it, the pain. Willow's pain. I can still feel it, she's being ripped apart inside. What the hell happened?"
Buffy had never felt so intimidated by sweet, sensitive Tara. "Willow went off the deep end and went to see some guy called Rack and then almost killed herself and Dawn."
Tara stopped dead, "Dawn's ok though?"
Buffy sighed, she didn't want to answer that question. "Her arm is fractured and right now she's knocked out by pain killers." She cringed at the bitterness in her voice.
Tara put her hand to her forehead more on instinct as she swallowed back the lump in her throat. Dawnie was hurt and it was Willow's fault from what she could gather. Soon she felt a hand on her back and looked to see a sympathetic pair of eyes.
"You ok?" The slayer asked gently.
Tara's facade of focus and stability crumbled, "This is all my fault." She said quietly.
Buffy didn't even try to hide her shock, "What? No, no it's not. This is... it's bad but it's not your fault."
Tara shook her head, "I left her. I left her with no where else to turn. Why am I so stupid? Now Dawnie's hurt."
"Willow had choice's. And she screwed up. She knows that. This will take a long time for her and Dawn to get over and blaming yourself won't help."
"Buffy, what am I going to do? I... She won't even want me here but I need to make this better, her better. The magick tore her up inside and now she's just... lost." This time the tears made there way out.
Buffy led Tara to the sofa and put a comforting arm around her. "Willow wants you here, trust me, Tara, she loves you more than anything. The fact you can feel what she's going through shows that you two are as connected as ever. Help her find her way back."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, each processing their conversation until Tara felt enouh confidence to turn and hug Buffy, "thank you, I'm going to go talk to her."
Buffy smiled and returned the hug, if anyone could make this mess right it was Tara. "Help her see her way back."
Tara nodded and dashed up stairs. She slowed down as she passed Dawn's room and considered whether or not to go in. She decided against it, seeing Willow was ok was top of the list.
She gently pushed open their bedroom door, it was always their bedroom, always would be.
As she peeked in she saw a very messy and tangled bed but no Willow.
Weigh On My Mind
Part 1
Tara Maclay ran up the path to the summers house and rattled on the door, not caring if she woke up the whole of Sunnydale.
Finally the slayer opened the door, "Tara, what-?"
"Where is she?" Tara asked as she walked through the door into the hall. "Is she ok?"
"She's safe." Buffy answered then herded a tense witch into the living room where she paced. "Tara, what's going on?"
Tara paused to look at her for only seconds, "I felt it, the pain. Willow's pain. I can still feel it, she's being ripped apart inside. What the hell happened?"
Buffy had never felt so intimidated by sweet, sensitive Tara. "Willow went off the deep end and went to see some guy called Rack and then almost killed herself and Dawn."
Tara stopped dead, "Dawn's ok though?"
Buffy sighed, she didn't want to answer that question. "Her arm is fractured and right now she's knocked out by pain killers." She cringed at the bitterness in her voice.
Tara put her hand to her forehead more on instinct as she swallowed back the lump in her throat. Dawnie was hurt and it was Willow's fault from what she could gather. Soon she felt a hand on her back and looked to see a sympathetic pair of eyes.
"You ok?" The slayer asked gently.
Tara's facade of focus and stability crumbled, "This is all my fault." She said quietly.
Buffy didn't even try to hide her shock, "What? No, no it's not. This is... it's bad but it's not your fault."
Tara shook her head, "I left her. I left her with no where else to turn. Why am I so stupid? Now Dawnie's hurt."
"Willow had choice's. And she screwed up. She knows that. This will take a long time for her and Dawn to get over and blaming yourself won't help."
"Buffy, what am I going to do? I... She won't even want me here but I need to make this better, her better. The magick tore her up inside and now she's just... lost." This time the tears made there way out.
Buffy led Tara to the sofa and put a comforting arm around her. "Willow wants you here, trust me, Tara, she loves you more than anything. The fact you can feel what she's going through shows that you two are as connected as ever. Help her find her way back."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, each processing their conversation until Tara felt enouh confidence to turn and hug Buffy, "thank you, I'm going to go talk to her."
Buffy smiled and returned the hug, if anyone could make this mess right it was Tara. "Help her see her way back."
Tara nodded and dashed up stairs. She slowed down as she passed Dawn's room and considered whether or not to go in. She decided against it, seeing Willow was ok was top of the list.
She gently pushed open their bedroom door, it was always their bedroom, always would be.
As she peeked in she saw a very messy and tangled bed but no Willow.