Title: Half of my soul and all of my heart
Author: ladydewinter
Email: ladydewinter@gmx.net
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: W/K first, but I don't really like them...so W/T eventually :-)
Setting: The story takes place roughly after The Killer in Me, so spoilers up to then.
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, Kennedy, Anya et. al belong to Joss Whedon and ME and - hey you know whom they belong to. The story however is mine. Oh, the title is taken from a book called "Magic's Promise" by Mercedes Lackey.
Feedback: Yes, please!!! This is my first story ever, so I wanna know if I should keep on writing or rather do something else :-)
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: Anya finds a prophecy about the First that involves Xander, Willow, Anya and Tara. So they have to get Tara back...How? You'll see...it might take some time, but it should be funnish ;-)
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They were sitting in Buffy's living room doing research. Anya had gotten a couple of ancient volumes via her demon connections. After she and Giles had found out that it was because they had brought Buffy back from the dead that the First had been able to gain power, she decided to do some extra work so that she didn't have to blame herself. Actually, she mostly blamed Willow, but she didn't say anything. Willow had looked devastated when they had told her about the consequences of the spell. Anya knew she didn't have to do the blaming, Willow could do that all by herself.
So now Anya was sitting there with them. Sometimes she asked herself why she was doing this. It wasn't as if she had to help them. But a part of her wanted to be useful, able to help. And a part of her wanted to be with Xander. She couldn't believe what she had just thought. It was humiliating. After all he had put her through, she still wanted to be with him. This was when she hated love most. It left her so helpless. She decided to concentrate on the research, these thoughts wouldn't improve anything.
That was when she found it. She read it once again, twice. And nearly cried because of frustration.
"An, what's up?" Xander asked, noticing the strange look on her face. "I think I found something. But I think it's...bad. As in it is really useful, but not to us, because, well, it's too late now."
"What is it Anya?" Willow asked, annoyed. She had been feeling guilty ever since Anya had told them that it was their - no wait, HER - fault that all this was happening, and she was desperate for anything that could be a solution.
"Well, it looks like a prophecy, only one that is...it doesn't sound as fancy as some others do." "Maybe the guy who wrote it didn't feel poetic enough," Dawn suggested. "Or maybe he had been left by his girlfriend and-"
"WHO CARES?!" Willow interrupted angrily. "Sorry, guys, but...please, Anya, read it out. I-"
"You know patience is a virtue, right? Okay, here we go..."Three are two who should not be. Four who made them be will return the power, and the First will flee.""
Everybody was looking at her expectantly. "I'm wondering what the other prophecies sounded like. I mean, it's not that this is - understandable? I guess Yoda could have-" "Shut up, Andrew, we're not discussing stylistics." Dawn said, but she didn't look that angry. In fact, Andrew decided, she looked kinda cute. And she was the Slayer's little sister.
"Don't you guys get it?" Anya demanded to know. "Doesn't look like it, anyways....Come on, isn't it obvious?" "Enlighten us, Anya, please." Giles, who had been sitting at the desk decided it was enough. "Well, what happens if a slayer dies?" "A potential is activated" came the chorus from the potentials. "Right, and how many times did Buffy die?" Anya didn't wait and answered the question herself. "Twice. So, with her being alive, that makes how many Slayers?"
"Three..."Giles said slowly. "But where is the third? I was wondering about that the whole time, but maybe the disturbance of power was that great-" "Three Slayers. The question remains, who are the four. Well, if you're honest, we know who the four are - or were. It's Willow, Xander, me - and Tara. And Tara - "
"Is gone."
***
"Hey, we're back and - What's with the gloomy look?" Buffy asked, Spike standing right behind her. They had just come back from patrol. Buffy had to admit she really liked patrolling with Spike. It was fun, and she felt oddly at ease when she was with him. She wouldn't have thought that would ever be possible again, after what had happened last year...She had a rough idea about what her feelings possibly meant, but she couldn't think about it right now. The others were all sitting in the living room, there were books everywhere and they were looking as of someone had died.
"Did something happen? The First? Did it - ?"
"Anya found a prophecy. About the Slayers, and the First." Giles stood up and started cleaning his glasses. "That's good, right? I mean, it has to be, has it? Come on, guys, tell me, what is it?"
"Willow, Xander, Anya and Tara brought you back, and now there are three slayers and the First is on the loose and only the ones that brought you back can stop it. And as Willow's girlfriend is dead-"
"Wait," Buffy interrupted Andrew. "Three? There aren't three of us, there is just me and Fai- wait, did you just say that we can't stop the First without Tara? But that's not possible, I mean, that means we don't stand any chance-"
"We don't know that, Buffy, you have to calm down. We will find another solution, I'm sure-" Anya spoke up before Giles could finish his sentence. "If you ask me, I guess, there is another solution." "What do you mean?"
"Maybe there are several, I got one idea that isn't really a good one, as it would involve getting rid of at least two Slayers, and as we don't even know where the third one is I guess we'll just skip that suggestion. What I was really thinking about was bringing Tara back." Hearing that, Willow stood up and left. "Why did you have to say that? You hurt her!" Kennedy looked at her angrily and went after Willow.
"Anya, you know this just isn't possible. Even Willow wasn't able bring her back, and -" "Sorry Giles, I think I didn't use the right words or I messed up. But for making things right again, I need to talk to Willow first." "You sure that is a good idea? It will just upset her. We haven't ever really talked about-" "Right, Harris, that's what you're good at. Not talking about things! Just- let me deal with this. Trust me. I won't hurt her, at least I hope." Anya turned around and folled Willow and Kennedy.
***
Willow was in Buffy's room. In their room. She was standing at the window, looking outside. She remembered everything...how they had made love, kissed...how happy they had been. She still didn't understand how that could have happened. How anybody could have let this happen. But here she was, all alone...and Tara was gone.
What on earth did Anya think she was talking about? She had tried to bring her back, tried so hard, she had begged, and then her rage had almost consumed her...her and the whole world, that is. There were times now she could forget about this feeling of emptiness, utter loneliness...she could forget about it, but it would always be there. She liked Kennedy, liked her a lot. But she wasn't Tara. No one was. And although she had felt devasted after Oz had left, she knew this was different. What Tara and she had had was special, real special, and no one could even think of replacing her or meaning as much to her as Tara had - did.
Tara...Willow closed her eyes. Oh Baby, I wish you could be here with me, or I could be with you. I don't wanna be here alone anymore, I-
"Willow?" That was Kennedy. Willow desperately wanted her to go away. She knew Kennedy wouldn't understand. She had the feeling Kennedy didn't want to understand about her and Tara. For her, Tara was just Willow's ex. Ex in the sense of former girlfriend, not in the sense that they had split up or anything. Well, they had, but hey - what about the making up ...making out...
Kennedy interrupted her mindbabbling again. "Is everything alright? I hope Anya didn't upset you too much. Sometimes I could just-"
"Don't. It isn't her fault..I believe. And she didn't say it to hurt me. She liked Tara a lot."
"Yeah, as if anybody didn't. I mean, she seems to have been a semigoddess or something. At least that is what you might think if you hear everybody talking."
"Who is talking about Tara?" Willow didn't get it. Why did Kennedy sound that aggressive? And when did they tell her about Tara?
"Well, Dawn told us a bit, and Buffy...forget it, I don't care. I just want you to be alright."
"You don't care? I care. I care a lot. And I'm not alright. I don't think I will ever be again. You don't understand any of it, Kennedy. Just don't talk about it, right? You don't get it, just -"
"Willow, I really need to talk to you right now." Anya was standing at the door.
"Didn't I tell you to leave her alone?" Kennedy turned around and glared at her.
"No, actually you asked me why I had to say this thing about bringing Tara back. Could you please leave us alone?" Anya walked toward her and started shoving her out of the room.
"Don't! Hey, leave me alone, get off me..."
"Ouch!" Anya shouted. "Don't hit me, I'm human now...again. Nothing to slay here, potential! Just leave us alone."
"I won't lea-"
"It's okay, Kennedy, I don't mind. Just stop this, go. Please." Willow sounded exhausted. She felt like she couldn't stand it anymore... the fighting, Kennedy's protectiveness..it just didn't seem real. She felt like crying.
"Right, I don't wanna be in your way." With a last nasty glance in Anya's direction, Kennedy left the room. "Don't you dare hurt her!"
"Why is anybody so worried that I'm going to hurt you? The last time we were fighting, you hurt me...anyway, that's not what I wanna talk to you about."
"What is it then?"
"How much did you love her?"
Author: ladydewinter
Email: ladydewinter@gmx.net
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: W/K first, but I don't really like them...so W/T eventually :-)
Setting: The story takes place roughly after The Killer in Me, so spoilers up to then.
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, Kennedy, Anya et. al belong to Joss Whedon and ME and - hey you know whom they belong to. The story however is mine. Oh, the title is taken from a book called "Magic's Promise" by Mercedes Lackey.
Feedback: Yes, please!!! This is my first story ever, so I wanna know if I should keep on writing or rather do something else :-)
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: Anya finds a prophecy about the First that involves Xander, Willow, Anya and Tara. So they have to get Tara back...How? You'll see...it might take some time, but it should be funnish ;-)
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They were sitting in Buffy's living room doing research. Anya had gotten a couple of ancient volumes via her demon connections. After she and Giles had found out that it was because they had brought Buffy back from the dead that the First had been able to gain power, she decided to do some extra work so that she didn't have to blame herself. Actually, she mostly blamed Willow, but she didn't say anything. Willow had looked devastated when they had told her about the consequences of the spell. Anya knew she didn't have to do the blaming, Willow could do that all by herself.
So now Anya was sitting there with them. Sometimes she asked herself why she was doing this. It wasn't as if she had to help them. But a part of her wanted to be useful, able to help. And a part of her wanted to be with Xander. She couldn't believe what she had just thought. It was humiliating. After all he had put her through, she still wanted to be with him. This was when she hated love most. It left her so helpless. She decided to concentrate on the research, these thoughts wouldn't improve anything.
That was when she found it. She read it once again, twice. And nearly cried because of frustration.
"An, what's up?" Xander asked, noticing the strange look on her face. "I think I found something. But I think it's...bad. As in it is really useful, but not to us, because, well, it's too late now."
"What is it Anya?" Willow asked, annoyed. She had been feeling guilty ever since Anya had told them that it was their - no wait, HER - fault that all this was happening, and she was desperate for anything that could be a solution.
"Well, it looks like a prophecy, only one that is...it doesn't sound as fancy as some others do." "Maybe the guy who wrote it didn't feel poetic enough," Dawn suggested. "Or maybe he had been left by his girlfriend and-"
"WHO CARES?!" Willow interrupted angrily. "Sorry, guys, but...please, Anya, read it out. I-"
"You know patience is a virtue, right? Okay, here we go..."Three are two who should not be. Four who made them be will return the power, and the First will flee.""
Everybody was looking at her expectantly. "I'm wondering what the other prophecies sounded like. I mean, it's not that this is - understandable? I guess Yoda could have-" "Shut up, Andrew, we're not discussing stylistics." Dawn said, but she didn't look that angry. In fact, Andrew decided, she looked kinda cute. And she was the Slayer's little sister.
"Don't you guys get it?" Anya demanded to know. "Doesn't look like it, anyways....Come on, isn't it obvious?" "Enlighten us, Anya, please." Giles, who had been sitting at the desk decided it was enough. "Well, what happens if a slayer dies?" "A potential is activated" came the chorus from the potentials. "Right, and how many times did Buffy die?" Anya didn't wait and answered the question herself. "Twice. So, with her being alive, that makes how many Slayers?"
"Three..."Giles said slowly. "But where is the third? I was wondering about that the whole time, but maybe the disturbance of power was that great-" "Three Slayers. The question remains, who are the four. Well, if you're honest, we know who the four are - or were. It's Willow, Xander, me - and Tara. And Tara - "
"Is gone."
***
"Hey, we're back and - What's with the gloomy look?" Buffy asked, Spike standing right behind her. They had just come back from patrol. Buffy had to admit she really liked patrolling with Spike. It was fun, and she felt oddly at ease when she was with him. She wouldn't have thought that would ever be possible again, after what had happened last year...She had a rough idea about what her feelings possibly meant, but she couldn't think about it right now. The others were all sitting in the living room, there were books everywhere and they were looking as of someone had died.
"Did something happen? The First? Did it - ?"
"Anya found a prophecy. About the Slayers, and the First." Giles stood up and started cleaning his glasses. "That's good, right? I mean, it has to be, has it? Come on, guys, tell me, what is it?"
"Willow, Xander, Anya and Tara brought you back, and now there are three slayers and the First is on the loose and only the ones that brought you back can stop it. And as Willow's girlfriend is dead-"
"Wait," Buffy interrupted Andrew. "Three? There aren't three of us, there is just me and Fai- wait, did you just say that we can't stop the First without Tara? But that's not possible, I mean, that means we don't stand any chance-"
"We don't know that, Buffy, you have to calm down. We will find another solution, I'm sure-" Anya spoke up before Giles could finish his sentence. "If you ask me, I guess, there is another solution." "What do you mean?"
"Maybe there are several, I got one idea that isn't really a good one, as it would involve getting rid of at least two Slayers, and as we don't even know where the third one is I guess we'll just skip that suggestion. What I was really thinking about was bringing Tara back." Hearing that, Willow stood up and left. "Why did you have to say that? You hurt her!" Kennedy looked at her angrily and went after Willow.
"Anya, you know this just isn't possible. Even Willow wasn't able bring her back, and -" "Sorry Giles, I think I didn't use the right words or I messed up. But for making things right again, I need to talk to Willow first." "You sure that is a good idea? It will just upset her. We haven't ever really talked about-" "Right, Harris, that's what you're good at. Not talking about things! Just- let me deal with this. Trust me. I won't hurt her, at least I hope." Anya turned around and folled Willow and Kennedy.
***
Willow was in Buffy's room. In their room. She was standing at the window, looking outside. She remembered everything...how they had made love, kissed...how happy they had been. She still didn't understand how that could have happened. How anybody could have let this happen. But here she was, all alone...and Tara was gone.
What on earth did Anya think she was talking about? She had tried to bring her back, tried so hard, she had begged, and then her rage had almost consumed her...her and the whole world, that is. There were times now she could forget about this feeling of emptiness, utter loneliness...she could forget about it, but it would always be there. She liked Kennedy, liked her a lot. But she wasn't Tara. No one was. And although she had felt devasted after Oz had left, she knew this was different. What Tara and she had had was special, real special, and no one could even think of replacing her or meaning as much to her as Tara had - did.
Tara...Willow closed her eyes. Oh Baby, I wish you could be here with me, or I could be with you. I don't wanna be here alone anymore, I-
"Willow?" That was Kennedy. Willow desperately wanted her to go away. She knew Kennedy wouldn't understand. She had the feeling Kennedy didn't want to understand about her and Tara. For her, Tara was just Willow's ex. Ex in the sense of former girlfriend, not in the sense that they had split up or anything. Well, they had, but hey - what about the making up ...making out...
Kennedy interrupted her mindbabbling again. "Is everything alright? I hope Anya didn't upset you too much. Sometimes I could just-"
"Don't. It isn't her fault..I believe. And she didn't say it to hurt me. She liked Tara a lot."
"Yeah, as if anybody didn't. I mean, she seems to have been a semigoddess or something. At least that is what you might think if you hear everybody talking."
"Who is talking about Tara?" Willow didn't get it. Why did Kennedy sound that aggressive? And when did they tell her about Tara?
"Well, Dawn told us a bit, and Buffy...forget it, I don't care. I just want you to be alright."
"You don't care? I care. I care a lot. And I'm not alright. I don't think I will ever be again. You don't understand any of it, Kennedy. Just don't talk about it, right? You don't get it, just -"
"Willow, I really need to talk to you right now." Anya was standing at the door.
"Didn't I tell you to leave her alone?" Kennedy turned around and glared at her.
"No, actually you asked me why I had to say this thing about bringing Tara back. Could you please leave us alone?" Anya walked toward her and started shoving her out of the room.
"Don't! Hey, leave me alone, get off me..."
"Ouch!" Anya shouted. "Don't hit me, I'm human now...again. Nothing to slay here, potential! Just leave us alone."
"I won't lea-"
"It's okay, Kennedy, I don't mind. Just stop this, go. Please." Willow sounded exhausted. She felt like she couldn't stand it anymore... the fighting, Kennedy's protectiveness..it just didn't seem real. She felt like crying.
"Right, I don't wanna be in your way." With a last nasty glance in Anya's direction, Kennedy left the room. "Don't you dare hurt her!"
"Why is anybody so worried that I'm going to hurt you? The last time we were fighting, you hurt me...anyway, that's not what I wanna talk to you about."
"What is it then?"
"How much did you love her?"