Disclaimer:I own nothing, except Sophie.

AN: Sorry I haven't updated, my mum forgot to pay the internet bill.

Before Willow could continue, Tara appeared, leaning against the door frame.

"Hey there, what are my two favourite girls doing?" she smiled.

"Mommy Willow's telling me a story!" said Sophie, bouncing excitedly. "Do you wanna hear it too Mama Tara?"

"Okay" said Tara, heading towards the bed. "Scoot over a little." When everybody was comfortable, Willow continued.

"Warren eventually caught up to Tara, and "Accidentally" bumped into her..."

"Watch where you're going!" Tara snapped, then rolled her eyes after seeing who bumped her. She walked on, still reading her book, until Warren blocked her way.

"Hello, Tara."

"Hello, Warren" Tara sighed, attempting to continue on and ignore him, until he snatched the book away from her. "Hey, give that back!"

"How do you read this stuff?" said Warren, looking disgusted as he flipped through the pages. "There's no pictures!"

"Well, some people use their imaginations" said Tara, annoyed.

"You know Tara, it's about time you got your head out of those books" said Warren, tossing it in the mud, "And started focusing on more important things, like me." April and Amy, standing nearby with Andrew, sighed dreamily, while Tara picked up her book and began to clean it. "Everyone's talking about it, you know. It's just not right for a girl like you to read so much. Soon she starts getting ideas, and... thinking." Tara rolled her eyes.

"Warren, you are so medieval"

"Why thank you, Tara. How about we take a walk down to the tavern and take a look at my trophies." He draped an arm around Tara's shoulders, but she shrugged him off.

"Maybe some other time." April and Amy gasped in shock.

"What the hell is wrong with her?!" Amy yelled.

"She's crazy" April agreed. Warren tried to grab Tara's arm, but she stepped away from him.

"Please Warren, I can't. I have to go help my uncle." Andrew burst into laughter.

"That crazy old Brit! He needs all the help he can get!"

"Don't talk about my uncle that way!" Tara snapped.

"Yeah, don't talk about her uncle that way!" said Warren angrily, bonking Andrew on the head.

"My uncle is not crazy. He's a genius and a great watcher!" Tara continued. As she said this, an explosion was heard from Tara's house. Panicking, she turned and ran home, while Andrew continued laughing his head off.

When Tara arrived home she headed into the basement, finding it filled with smoke. A wooden box sat upside-down in the middle of the room.

"Uncle Giles?" Tara called, coughing, "Uncle Giles, where are you?" As the smoke began to clear, a figure wearing glasses and a tweed jacket emerged from the box, lifting it over his head.

"How the bloody hell did that happen?" he grumbled.

"Are you okay Uncle Giles?" Tara asked, helping him up.

"Yes, but I'm about ready to give up on this garbage pile" Giles replied, walking over to a strange contraption and kicking it, causing him to stub his toe.

"You always say that" Tara giggled.

"This time I mean it! I'll never get that bloody thing to work!"

"Of course you will!" Tara smiled. "And you'll win first prize at the Watcher's Council fair tomorrow."

"Hmmph" mumbled Giles, sounding skeptical, but Tara pushed on.

"You might even become a famous Watcher again, like back in your glory days."

"You really believe that?" Giles sighed. Tara gave him a sweet lopsided smile you couldn't help but love.

"I always have."

"Alright then, I'll have this contraption fixed up in no time!" Giles smiled, his niece's faith raising his spirits. "Tara, hand me that wrench over there" he said, sliding under the machine. "How was your day in town?"

"Well, I got a new book" said Tara, pausing after she handed him the wrench. "Uncle Giles, do you think I'm odd?" Giles slid out to look her in the eye.

"My niece, odd? Who gave you a crazy idea like that?"

"I don't know, it's just... people talk."

"What about Warren?" Giles asked, returning to work. "He seems like a handsome young man."

"He's handsome" Tara admitted, "But he's so rude and... Uncle Giles, he's just not the one for me."

"Well don't you worry, this invention's going to be the start of a new life for us" said Giles. "That should do it, let's give it a try." He stood up and flipped the switch. The machine began whistling and whirring exactly as it was supposed to.

"It works!" Tara smiled.

"Yes, it works!" Giles cried happily. "Hitch up the horse, Tara, I'm going to the fair!"

Later..

"Goodbye, Uncle Giles!" Tara called as her uncle rode off. "And good luck!"

"Goodbye, Tara. Take care while I'm gone!""

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"Willow," Tara interrupted, raising an eyebrow at her lover, "This story sounds very familiar."

"Really?" Willow replied, smirking. "I hadn't noticed."