Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Sophie.

AN: I know, I know, there's no excuse! I just got really carried away with my other stories.

"Trust me sweetie, it will get better" said Willow.

"You keeps saying that, but it never does!" cried Sophie, throwing her little arms in the air dramatically and causing Tara to giggle. "It's not funny, Mama Tara! Hows can things in the story be getting better if Warren's gonna do something bad to Giles?" Sophie pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. Tara was, like many times before, suddenly struck with how much Sophie looked like Willow when she was upset. As adorable as it was, Tara, like any good mommy, hated seeing her child cry, so she tried to hold back her laughter.

"Sorry sweetie. Do you want Mommy Willow to stop the story?" Tara asked.

"No" said Sophie quickly.

"I didn't think so" Willow smiled. "Anyway, back at the castle.."

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Tara lay slumped on the bed, still sobbing. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" asked Tara, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"It's Buffy."

"And her sister, Dawn!" Not recognising either of those names, Tara got up to open the door, surprised to see a tea cart roll into the room on its own, with a living teapot and teacup sitting on top of it.

"We thought you might like some tea" Buffy smiled.

"But why.. how are you.." Tara backed away, stopping when she bumped into something.

"Ooh, watch where you're going there" said a voice. Tara turned to find the wardrobe smiling down at her. "Hi, I'm Cordelia."

"But.. this is impossible" said Tara.

"I know it's kinda weird, but here we are" Cordy replied, with something like a shrug.

"See, I told you she was pretty didn't I Buffy?" said Dawn, nudging her sister.

"Yeah, yeah, you told me" said Buffy, filling Dawn with tea before sending her over to Tara. "Careful, Dawn. Don't spill any."

"Thank you" Tara smiled, picking up the little teacup.

"That was a very brave thing you did you know" said Buffy.

"Everybody thinks so" Cordelia agreed, nodding.

"I know" Tara sighed sadly, looking on the verge of tears once again. "But I've lost my uncle, my dreams, everything."

"Cheer up, Tara" said Buffy. "Everything always turns out right in the end."

"It hasn't for us" Cordy mumbled under her breath. Buffy glared at her, but thankfully, it seemed that Tara hadn't heard, as her sad expression had turned into a lopsided smile.

"Well, we'd better be going" said Buffy. "Come on, Dawn." Dawn hopped out of Tara's hands and back onto the teacart.

"Bye Tara!" she called as they rolled away.

"Okay, let's see what you're going to wear to dinner" said Cordelia. She threw her doors open, and a swarm of moths fluttered out. "Oh God, that's embarrassing" the wardrobe blushed, quickly closing the doors. "Sorry about that I haven't been opened in a long time, Dark Willow doesn't really need me, since she pretty much wears the same thing all the time, always black, black, black. I've tried to tell her she should bring some more colour into her wardrobe, but she doesn't listen. Not that she ever really listened to me that much even before.." Cordy slowly opened her doors again, looking at all the dresses inside. "Ah, try this blue one, it'll look great on you."

"It's really nice of you to try and help Cordelia" said Tara, "But I won't be going to dinner."

"What? But you have to!" cried Cordy, sounding worried. "Dark Willow's going to be so mad if you don't!"

"Let her get mad" said Tara, sitting down and crossing her arms. "I'm not really in the mood to care about what she thinks."

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"It's still nots getting any better" Sophie pouted.