Cut to Willow's room.
The redheaded Wicca is sitting on her floor, legs folded. She is floating a rose around her room. Her thoughts went back to a time when she and Tara tried to make something float. She smiled sadly, but peacefully and relaxed into the moment.
"Willow? It's me—Dawn." The teenager was standing outside the witch's door.
"Hey Dawnie, What's up? –I mean, come in."
"You ok in here?"
"Yeah- why?"
"I dunno, I just wanted to see how you were doing... and also tell you that Buffy is taking the girls out and I don't wanna be stuck with Andrew AGAIN! So, um...could you take us to the Bronze?"
"I dunno Dawn. Last time I was there—"
"Will, it's under-age night. There won't be any alcohol."
"I'm not sure Dawnie, I'm not really in the mood to go out."
"What are you gonna do then? Sit in here and float pencils all night?"
"Roses."
"What?"
"I was floating a rose when you came up here."
"Oh...I was just joking, but..ok...where is it?"
"I guess it's around here somewhere.... alright, fine I'll take you and Andrew to the Bronze."
"Yessss!" Dawn squealed. "What made you change your mind? No, wait. Don't answer that don't wanna risk you changing your mind again. I'm gonna go get ready." Dawn babbled as she walked to her room to get dressed.
Willow stood and began to look for the flower she was playing with. She saw something glowing near the closet. Willow walked over to it, and under the pile of clothes on the floor she found the flower she was looking for. "How'd you get all the way over here?" Willow exclaimed. She bent down to pick up the rose. Under it she saw a picture frame lying facedown on the floor. The red head picked it up slowly and tears formed in her eyes. It was a picture of her and Tara. They were outside under a tree, holding hands. They were both smiling, and looked so happy.
^Goddess, I don't think I can remember what it's like to smile like that. She made me so happy.^
Just then, Faith's words echoed in her head, 'You're the only one who can do that Willow. You're the only one who can make you happy.'
^I wonder how Faith got to be so smart. She never showed so much insight before.... before she went to jail.^
Cut to:
The Summers' basement.
Buffy and Faith are warming up for their outing with the girls. They're sparring wile in conversation.
"You think they're ready for something like that?" Buffy said and she took a swing at Faith, which Faith blocked.
"Good one, B. Next time, actually, hit me," Faith smirked, "I don't know why you doubt them so much. You've seen them train."
"Yeah, but I need them in the final fight. We need them."
"We need them to be ready B, and the only way to get ready..." Faith said as she knocked Buffy to the floor.
"Is to fall down and get back up again," Buffy finished. Faith held out a hand to help her opponent off the floor. "Where the hell'd you learn that?"
"See, I picked up a few things in the big house." Faith smiled.
The two slayers sat down on the floor to stretch and sat in silence for a moment. Several minutes later Buffy broke in: "So, how are things with you and Will?"
"There's no thing."
"Oh, right. And I date perfectly normal human boys." Buffy laughed. "You're not laughing with me. It was funny... C'mon, Faith. You can talk to me."
"I dunno, B. She's fragile. And I can't handle fragile things. I break them. I don't wanna do that to her."
"You really care about her, don't you?"
"Yeah, B. For the first time in my life, I care about somebody, hardcore. I just don't wanna push. I don't wanna be...I don't wanna.."
"You don't wanna do what Kennedy did?"
"I don't want her to be with me until she loves herself. She needs time."
"Have you told her this?"
"Yep. And then she kissed me." Faith was sitting on the floor. Her legs were pulled in close to her chest and she was hugging them tightly. Her chin was resting on her knees.
"She what? Spill! How was it?"
"Amazing. Her lips are so soft and her tongue so sweet. She tasted so fresh and every time I see her I just wanna take her in my arms and do it again. I've never been kissed like THAT. And certainly not by another girl," Faith confessed.
"So, then what happened?"
"That was it. That was the last time we spoke."
"Faith!"
"What?!"
"You have to talk to her!"
"I can't."
"Why not? She has to know you care."
"She knows."
"Are you sure about that?"
"No, I just I don't want to cause her any more trouble. I don't wanna be a burden. I got shit of my own, B." With that, Faith stood and left the basement, slamming the door behind her.
Cut to the kitchen.
"Hey Dawnie, what's the big rush?"
"It's Mister, remember? And, I can't talk. I gotta get ready. Willow's taking me and Andrew to the Bronze." Dawn ran upstairs to get continue primping.
"Andrew and I," Faith yelled. "Oh god, did I really just do that?"
The redheaded Wicca is sitting on her floor, legs folded. She is floating a rose around her room. Her thoughts went back to a time when she and Tara tried to make something float. She smiled sadly, but peacefully and relaxed into the moment.
"Willow? It's me—Dawn." The teenager was standing outside the witch's door.
"Hey Dawnie, What's up? –I mean, come in."
"You ok in here?"
"Yeah- why?"
"I dunno, I just wanted to see how you were doing... and also tell you that Buffy is taking the girls out and I don't wanna be stuck with Andrew AGAIN! So, um...could you take us to the Bronze?"
"I dunno Dawn. Last time I was there—"
"Will, it's under-age night. There won't be any alcohol."
"I'm not sure Dawnie, I'm not really in the mood to go out."
"What are you gonna do then? Sit in here and float pencils all night?"
"Roses."
"What?"
"I was floating a rose when you came up here."
"Oh...I was just joking, but..ok...where is it?"
"I guess it's around here somewhere.... alright, fine I'll take you and Andrew to the Bronze."
"Yessss!" Dawn squealed. "What made you change your mind? No, wait. Don't answer that don't wanna risk you changing your mind again. I'm gonna go get ready." Dawn babbled as she walked to her room to get dressed.
Willow stood and began to look for the flower she was playing with. She saw something glowing near the closet. Willow walked over to it, and under the pile of clothes on the floor she found the flower she was looking for. "How'd you get all the way over here?" Willow exclaimed. She bent down to pick up the rose. Under it she saw a picture frame lying facedown on the floor. The red head picked it up slowly and tears formed in her eyes. It was a picture of her and Tara. They were outside under a tree, holding hands. They were both smiling, and looked so happy.
^Goddess, I don't think I can remember what it's like to smile like that. She made me so happy.^
Just then, Faith's words echoed in her head, 'You're the only one who can do that Willow. You're the only one who can make you happy.'
^I wonder how Faith got to be so smart. She never showed so much insight before.... before she went to jail.^
Cut to:
The Summers' basement.
Buffy and Faith are warming up for their outing with the girls. They're sparring wile in conversation.
"You think they're ready for something like that?" Buffy said and she took a swing at Faith, which Faith blocked.
"Good one, B. Next time, actually, hit me," Faith smirked, "I don't know why you doubt them so much. You've seen them train."
"Yeah, but I need them in the final fight. We need them."
"We need them to be ready B, and the only way to get ready..." Faith said as she knocked Buffy to the floor.
"Is to fall down and get back up again," Buffy finished. Faith held out a hand to help her opponent off the floor. "Where the hell'd you learn that?"
"See, I picked up a few things in the big house." Faith smiled.
The two slayers sat down on the floor to stretch and sat in silence for a moment. Several minutes later Buffy broke in: "So, how are things with you and Will?"
"There's no thing."
"Oh, right. And I date perfectly normal human boys." Buffy laughed. "You're not laughing with me. It was funny... C'mon, Faith. You can talk to me."
"I dunno, B. She's fragile. And I can't handle fragile things. I break them. I don't wanna do that to her."
"You really care about her, don't you?"
"Yeah, B. For the first time in my life, I care about somebody, hardcore. I just don't wanna push. I don't wanna be...I don't wanna.."
"You don't wanna do what Kennedy did?"
"I don't want her to be with me until she loves herself. She needs time."
"Have you told her this?"
"Yep. And then she kissed me." Faith was sitting on the floor. Her legs were pulled in close to her chest and she was hugging them tightly. Her chin was resting on her knees.
"She what? Spill! How was it?"
"Amazing. Her lips are so soft and her tongue so sweet. She tasted so fresh and every time I see her I just wanna take her in my arms and do it again. I've never been kissed like THAT. And certainly not by another girl," Faith confessed.
"So, then what happened?"
"That was it. That was the last time we spoke."
"Faith!"
"What?!"
"You have to talk to her!"
"I can't."
"Why not? She has to know you care."
"She knows."
"Are you sure about that?"
"No, I just I don't want to cause her any more trouble. I don't wanna be a burden. I got shit of my own, B." With that, Faith stood and left the basement, slamming the door behind her.
Cut to the kitchen.
"Hey Dawnie, what's the big rush?"
"It's Mister, remember? And, I can't talk. I gotta get ready. Willow's taking me and Andrew to the Bronze." Dawn ran upstairs to get continue primping.
"Andrew and I," Faith yelled. "Oh god, did I really just do that?"