Willow: Tell me a story.
Tara: Okay. Once upon a time, there was, um... a kitty. She was very little, and she was all alone, and nobody wanted her.
Willow: This is a very upsetting story.
WILLOW TARA
Tara : Willow, you're using too much magic. What do you want me to do? Just sit
back and keep my mouth shut?
Willow : That'd be a good start.
Tara : If I didn't love you so damn much, I would.
Willow : Tara –
WILLOW TARA
Willow: Tara, please. I need you baby. I need you. I don't need magic. I don't. Let me prove it to you, okay? I'll go a month without using magic. I won't do a single spell, I swear.
Tara: Go a week. A week without magic.
Willow : Fine, fine. That's easy.
Tara: A week and then we'll see. I don't know. I think we both need some... I don't know, space. I can't believe I'm saying this.
Willow: You're saying you're gonna leave me?
WILLOW TARA
Tara: Things fall apart. They fall apart so hard.
Willow: Tara?
Tara: You can't ever put 'em back the way they were.
Willow: Are you okay?
Tara: I'm sorry, it's just... You know, it takes time. You can't just have coffee and expect...
Willow: I know.
Tara: There's just so much to work through. Trust has to be built again on both sides. You have to learn if - if we're even the same people we were. If you can fit in each others lives. It's a long and important process, and can we just skip it? C-Can you just be kissing me now?
WILLOW TARA
Willow: When did morning happen?
Tara: After the moon went down.
WILLOW TARA
Tara not immediately aware she's been shot, sees her blood on Willow
Tara: Your shirt...
BANG!
Willow jolted upright screaming her name, "TARA!" Her body trembling. She was suddenly surrounded by…
'No´ thinks Willow, 'No, he left'
"Willow you're safe...It was just a dream, come back to me…focus…look at me…"
Looking at him, "Oz," she said her voice breaking. "She's gone, she's…"
"I know Will, I know." He just held her while she cried.
"Wait, what are you doing here?" Willow asked the werewolf, confused.
"Giles got in touch with me."
"Why?" She asked, wondering why Giles would contact Oz.
"He thought-
"He doesn't think! He doesn't know!" 'He doesn't understand…this is none of his business' thought Willow. The power surged through her, sparks of magic emerging from her fingertips, her red hair becoming darker as streaks of black color tipped its ends.
Giles warned Oz this might happen. He cupped her face in his hands. "Willow, focus on me."
"Oz…" she whispered, hearing his voice faintly as from a distance.
"That's it Wills," Oz said, hoping he was reaching her. "Come on."
She trembled as the magic receded, letting go of her. "It's my fault. This magic it-
"It's not your fault."
Willow started clawing at her skin," Get it out! GET IT OUT!" she screamed, raking her nails down her arms trying to dig the magic from herself but only leaving red marks on her pale skin, before Oz grabbed her wrists and pulled her against him.
Giles who had arrived early that morning, hearing the screams burst into the room. Seeing the situation, he pulled a syringe from his pocket.
"Oz hold her," he told the young man. Oz did so as Giles gave the sedative. As Willow succumbed to the drug, she found herself leaning against Oz. Her eyes slowly closed and she slipped into a deep slumber.
"Shh," Oz whispered. "Just rest Willow," he told the distraught Wicca. As soon as she was asleep, Oz picked her up in his arms and left the bedroom with Giles following him. They were stopped however, at the bottom of the staircase by Xander and Buffy.
"Where are you taking Willow?" Xander asked them.
"Sacramento," Giles told him. "I have a small private beach house down there where she can take the time to heal."
"She can heal here Giles." Buffy told her Watcher.
"You mean like you did?" Giles said to his Slayer, referring to the summer after she sent Angel to Hell.
Buffy looked at the ground, ashamed. She moved aside and so did Xander, but not before he leaned forward and kissed Willow on her temple. "Yellow crayon Willster," he whispered in his life-long friend's ear. Looking at Oz and Giles he told them, "You take care of her."
"Absolutely Alexander," The Watcher told the young man, while Oz nodded silently promising to take care of the woman they both loved. As Willow was loaded into Oz's van and driven off, Xander prayed to a god he wasn't sure he believed in anymore, not after everything they had been through. He prayed for this being to take care of his best friend and watch over her.
A/N: I hope the ending of this chapter wasn't too mushy, but I think we all needed something sentimental. Also what Xander meant by Yellow Crayon is this. I'm sure everyone knows the yellow crayon story behind Xander and Willow. If not look it up or watch the end of Season 6, but anyway these two words are meant to give her strength to heal and come home.