The cold steal felt good in her hand. It helped cool the anger that was burning inside her. Especially since it was pointed at the bitch that was there when she killed her. She was the reason. It wasn't her fault. There was somebody else that was at fault. The witch so wasn't ready for that kiss.

"You mean Warren." She could see the confusion on the potential slayer's face.

What was it she had said. She had meant him, not her. She hadn't killed any female. Or had she. 'Dear Goddess, no!' At that moment it became crystal clear. It was her that she had killed. Tears were streaming down her face. Unable to stand any longer, she falls to the ground. The tears continue to fall at the thought. "I killed her. It was only for a minute, but I let go."

The dark haired woman tries to get through to her. Her words don't make sense. Of course she did something wrong. How could she even think about living without her world. There was no life worth living without that sweet blonde by her side. Tara had taught her so much about witchcraft. Had been the one to help her be happy again after Oz left. Had been the one that gave her so much strength in anything she did.

"I'm sorry baby, please come back!" Goddess, she needs her by her side. Why was she taken from the red head and after they'd just found each other again. The two were meant to be forever. Tara was her forever. There's nobody that could take her place.

Kennedy's voice came at her again. But the words are hard to make out. There is so much pain. Too much pain. It's blocking all of her senses. If she just gives in and becomes Warren, the pain will stop. No! Can't do that again. That would lead to more killing. Tara wouldn't want that. What would Tara want? Definitely not this. Not hurting so much that it was hard to sleep at night. And almost impossible, when she did, to wake up. No. Tara would want her to continue living. But how? There just didn't seem to be a way.

Kennedy was in front of her. She was moving in close again. "What are you doing?"

There was a sweet smile on the other woman's face. So sweet and could that be love she was seeing? They'd only known each other a few weeks. How could she already be in love with her. Plus, hello, Tara. "Bringing you back to life."

Slowly, their lips meet. It was a sweet kiss. Not the passionate one that she would have expected from the brash woman. The woman that had let her know she was interested that first night. It was tender and yes, full of love. There was also strength. A strength she hadn't felt since she had kissed those blonde's lips. She could feel the power coming into her. Her own strength was completely gone. It was now only Kennedy's love and strength that were keeping her up right.

"I am good." Kennedy's eyes shown brighter than ever. The pain, it's still there. But the anger, it's gone. Just pain. She's back. Thank Goddess she's back. "Are you all right?"

A heavy sigh escapes the witch. Her eyes dart to the window. The window that shattered with a bullet and took her world away from her. The reason that there is so much pain in her body. Yet, there is something else now. Could it be there is something there for this woman that wouldn't leave her alone. That fought for her even when faced with possible death? "I have no idea." The dark haired woman helps her to her feet. She is so weak, she can't stand on her own. She has to lean her head on the strong one's shoulder. This has been one of the most emotionally draining days ever. There's a little feeling as Kennedy helps her towards the house. Could it be a spark?

"I'll make you some tea."

Tea. The thing that started this whole day from hell. But it also started something else. There's something there that wasn't before. Hope that someday, maybe, she will be ready to move on. Never forgetting the one she truly loves.