Title: Half Way Island, part 4

tth100 theme: Witches

Crossover fandom: Lost

Characters: Willow, Tara, Lost guys

Prompt: 039- Funeral

Word Count: 360

Rating: G

Disclaimer: Tara and Lost folk belong to their respective owners, i.e. not me.

--On with the story…--

She'd missed Tara's real funeral on account of being evil. She'd loved her, but she'd missed the funeral. That wasn't right. Willow laid the stone's she had brought, muttering a prayer for the person she loved. Now it was time for her own funeral, for just the two of them.

When she was done, Willow rested her hand on the grassy mound, expecting to feel peace and strength as she usually did when near the earth. She didn't.

It was like she was falling, even though she never moved. She landed on her feet for once, on a beach. There was a figure walking towards her. When they saw her, they dropped whatever it was they were holding and ran towards her. Willow couldn't believe it. It was Tara.

Tara was surprised to see Willow standing on the beach to say the least. She ran towards her, intending to wrap her arms around her and hold her, but she ran straight through.

"Thank god!" Tara said after a thought occurred to her. "You're not really here."

"Yes, it's me."

"But not really." Tara said gently. "It's good, I don't know what I'd do if you died."

"What's going on?" Willow asked looking around. She was totally confused.

"I think I'm in purgatory." Tara revealed.

"… You what?"

She explained about everything and they talked. That it, until Willow started to flicker.

"Time to go, Willow." Tara said gently. "I love you."

"I love-"

A final flicker and she was gone.

"Tara!" Someone called from near the top of the beach. "Is everything okay?"

Tara turned to see Kate standing there.

"Fine! Just getting more wood." Tara called back, picking up her pile from where she had dropped it.

"Who were you talking to?" Kate asked, slightly suspicious. This island made people do weird things.

"No one... just sorting out my thoughts." Tara smiled as she walked over, arms laden with sticks.

She had to get back to her un-life now. She would think about the rest tonight, when she was lying in bed and was free to think.

In another world altogether, Willow sat back. She had work to do.

--Finis--