Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me. They belong solely to Joss Whedon. I just borrow them, and toy with them a bit...

Characters: Willow and Tara.

Other: More femmeslash soon to come, not for da little kiddies.

Willow has had this dream before. It was recurring. Ever since Tara died, this was all Willow dreamed about, if she had dreams. That's why Willow had been taking an herbal mixture to stop herself from dreaming completely. Tonight she had neglected to do so, so here it was, once again.

She was in a park. Willow had no idea where, but they were in seclusion, surrounded by many, many trees. There's was a blue blanket on the ground, that matched Tara's eyes exactly. There was an open picnic basket at one side, with empty plates, and scatters of empty dishes laying about. On the other side of the blanket, Willow and Tara sat. They had set the blanket up right next to a tree, so Willow leaned against it, and Tara leaned on her. Willow couldn't hear anything in the dream, but their mouths were moving in light conversation, and occasionally they'd break out into laughter. It was perfect, Willow's idea of heaven.

She'd watch on, and sometimes, a smile would appear on her face as she slept, but not for very long.

Apparently Willow had just finished saying something funny, because they were both laughing, when a large man walked up to them. It was Warren, and he was eleven feet tall, and weighed almost as much as an elephant. He'd burst through the still trees, and take the two wiccans by surprise, causing them to jump up. Then he'd swipe Tara up, and rip her body into two, and leave a sobbing Willow at the park to look at the now-deceased Tara's remains.

That's not the end of it. Finally, Willow can hear some form of sound, but the picture was still of her clutching the top half of Tara's corpse, and screaming, and sobbing. The sound is a voice. It was Tara's voice. It was actually her Tara's voice!! She hasn't heard it in so long... But she wasn't saying anything that Willow wanted to hear. "Will? Willow? Are you listening to me?"

"Yes Tara!! I'm here, I'm here!" Willow would call out in her mind, but dream-Willow was still weeping.

"Why...?" the Tara voice asked.

"Why what, my love?"

"Why did you let him kill me...? You could've stopped him. We'd still be together if it weren't for you. I thought you loved me, I thought you wanted to be with me. Why did you let me die...?"

"No!!" Willow screamed. "No, I never let him!! I couldn't stop it! I tried. I really tried... I couldn't save you..." At this point Willow was usually woken up by someone, usually Kennedy, because she had been screaming aloud. This time was no different.

"Will!! Will, wake up!!" It was Kennedy, she was shaking Willow. Willow was thrashing about, and yelling. She had hit Kennedy in the face. "Will, please wake up!"

Willow roused with confusion, then remembered the dream, and started to sob. Kennedy wrapped her arms around Willow, rocking her and humming. Willow cried until she ran out of tears, and pulled away. "Will, what was all that about?" Kennedy asked.

"Nothing, just a little nightmare." Willow said, laying her head back down. "Did I wake anyone else up?"

"Not that I know of, but probably. You were yelling pretty loud." Kennedy said with a shaky voice. "Do you know what you were yelling Will?"

Yes. "Umm, no... not really." Willow lied.

"Don't lie to me. You know perfectly well what you were yelling. You were screaming her name, Will. She's been dead for over a year, and you're still having those rediculous little nightmares. I thought you told me you got rid of them. You need to move on. You have me now. She's nothing anymore. She's dea--" Willow interrupted.

"Just shut up!!" She said loudly. "You don't know Kennedy. You just don't know! She was everything, and then she was nothing. She was inhuman to me. She was my world, above the entire universe. Invinsible in my eyes. And then she wasn't. A split second later, she's nothing. Nothing but human. A bleeding human corpse, lying dead on our bedroom floor from a GOD DAMN BULLET WOUND!! Don't you think, that with what we did, day in and day out, slaying evil vampires, and demons, and warlocks, that it's a little ironic that she'd be dead from something as human, and non-magical as a bullet wound...? Don't you think you'd have a few nightmares about something like that!?" Willow finished.

She got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Turning the sink on as cold as it would go, she splashed water onto her face. After a few times of repeating the process, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were all red and puffy from crying, but all the tear-stains had been washed away. She kind of felt bad about lashing out on Kennedy like that, but then again, she had also been waiting to do it for so long. Maybe Kennedy would get the hint that Willow dodn't love her as much as she thought she did. Or maybe not...

A knock came at the bathroom door. "Will, can I come in?" It was Kennedy.

"No, just go to bed. I'll be in in a little bit..." She called back.

Then the entire house shook, sending both Willow and Kennedy to their knees. "What the hell...?" Willow said, standing up and opening the bathroom door. She looked down at Kennedy on the floor. "What was that?" She asked, helping Kennedy up.

"I don't know, it felt like something hit the house... Do you hear that? There's people screaming outside."

"Go wake Buffy. I'll go outside and see what's going on." Willow bounded down the stairs and rushed outside to see a dirty, disheveled, and now crunched up truck smashed into the side of their house.

Buffy and Kennedy ran out the door too, Dawn at their heels. "Whoa... What the hell...?" Buffy said, amazingly alert for someone that had just woken up.

"Wow, that was fast." Willow said to Kennedy.

"Don't be stupid, the crash had already woken her and Dawnie up." Kennedy said, leaning on the porch banister to get a better look at who was inside. "There's someone passed out in there."

Just then, Willow got this sharp pain in her head, and she felt Tara's presence immensely close. She almost fell, but Buffy was behind her, so she just stumbled into her. "Will! You okay?" Buffy asked, steadying her.

"No..." Willow whispered. "That's... In there... It's her, Buff. She's come back to me..."

Buffy looked at the person slumped over in the truck. Could it really be Tara? And if it was, how in the world!? And why did she crash into their house. She could've knocked... Hell, she could've just walked in, no one would've cared.

Dawn turned white. "You mean... That's... In that truck... It's..."

"Tara..." Willow finished for her.