Mistakes We Knew We Were Making
"What if you could go back in time, and take all those hours of pain and darkness and replace them with something better?"
"Then things might be right."
"There is no right or wrong, only what you create."
"What do you want in return?"
"I want nothing."
"What do you need?"
"Why are you so untrusting?"
"Because nothing in this world is trustworthy."
"That can change. You can take away the evil, reinstate who should be."
The red head swallowed hard. "Then send me back."
Willow sucked in a breath. It felt like she was just waking from a nightmare but when her vision came into focus she saw Tara. It took very little time for her to realise that Tara was wearing the blue shirt and jeans she wore on the day she died and that she was approaching the window that in turn killed her. It felt like her brain and body couldn't move fast enough to satisfy her screaming inner voice.
She pulled Tara out of the way and saw Warren waving a gun at Buffy and Xander. She quickly summoned her power and knew she didn't have time to deal with Warren so she TK'd her best friend's face down on the grass.
The double blast still rang through the summer air. And the window still shattered along with her hope. But this time, it wasn't so unjust. This time it was she with the bleeding gunshot wound to the chest and she was ok with that.
As soon as she hit the ground Tara was at her side, gathering the petite red head in her arms.
"Will?" She asked in a terrified voice. "O-oh g-god." She cried as she took in the blood spilling out of her girlfriend. She reached out a shaky hand and attempted to put pressure on the horrifying wound. That's always what they told you, 'keep pressure on the wound.'
Willow tried to offer her distressed soul mate. "It's ok." She said comfortingly.
"N-no. Will. Oh god. Please d-don't leave me." She cried desperately.
Willow tried to gain enough breath to talk. "I love you... so much." She reached up her pale hand to cup her lover's cheek. "This is right... You're the something... better this world needs." She eventually got out. Soon the blood lose became too much and Willow's view of the sobbing blonde began to fade to black.
Tara was in shock. What the hell did she mean?
"Will, Willow look at me!" She screamed without the hint of a stutter. She shook the red head but still got no response. "Please no. Don't die. Don't leave me." She whispered incoherently.
She started to weep, crying out painfully as she held Willow close to her.
"What if you could go back in time, and take all those hours of pain and darkness and replace them with something better?"
"Then things might be right."
"There is no right or wrong, only what you create."
"What do you want in return?"
"I want nothing."
"What do you need?"
"Why are you so untrusting?"
"Because nothing in this world is trustworthy."
"That can change. You can take away the evil, reinstate who should be."
The red head swallowed hard. "Then send me back."
Willow sucked in a breath. It felt like she was just waking from a nightmare but when her vision came into focus she saw Tara. It took very little time for her to realise that Tara was wearing the blue shirt and jeans she wore on the day she died and that she was approaching the window that in turn killed her. It felt like her brain and body couldn't move fast enough to satisfy her screaming inner voice.
She pulled Tara out of the way and saw Warren waving a gun at Buffy and Xander. She quickly summoned her power and knew she didn't have time to deal with Warren so she TK'd her best friend's face down on the grass.
The double blast still rang through the summer air. And the window still shattered along with her hope. But this time, it wasn't so unjust. This time it was she with the bleeding gunshot wound to the chest and she was ok with that.
As soon as she hit the ground Tara was at her side, gathering the petite red head in her arms.
"Will?" She asked in a terrified voice. "O-oh g-god." She cried as she took in the blood spilling out of her girlfriend. She reached out a shaky hand and attempted to put pressure on the horrifying wound. That's always what they told you, 'keep pressure on the wound.'
Willow tried to offer her distressed soul mate. "It's ok." She said comfortingly.
"N-no. Will. Oh god. Please d-don't leave me." She cried desperately.
Willow tried to gain enough breath to talk. "I love you... so much." She reached up her pale hand to cup her lover's cheek. "This is right... You're the something... better this world needs." She eventually got out. Soon the blood lose became too much and Willow's view of the sobbing blonde began to fade to black.
Tara was in shock. What the hell did she mean?
"Will, Willow look at me!" She screamed without the hint of a stutter. She shook the red head but still got no response. "Please no. Don't die. Don't leave me." She whispered incoherently.
She started to weep, crying out painfully as she held Willow close to her.
