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Title: Seeing Red
Chapter: One Pairing: Willow/Tara, Willow/Buffy, Buffy/Willow/Tara Rating: R Timeline: Two seconds after Seeing Red Spoilers: Only if you haven't seen it yet. Beta Reader: Dark Gremlin Summary: Willow's worst nightmare is forced to the front in her attempts to alter the future that she knows is ahead. Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy Productions, and Paramount Pictures. <-------> She brushed past the surprised, sleepy blonde as she opened the dorm room door. She had the vague sense that perhaps she should've taken the time to put on some sort of shoes, or maybe some clothes other than the grey and red sports shirt, but it was an emergency, and she just couldn't seem to get past the whole problem. " What's wrong? " " Do you remember that horrible nasty tea like stuff you made that time when Xander...? " " I don't think I could ever forget. " Tara grimaced, trying to block the image of the construction worker with way to much alcohol in his system. " I need you to make me some. " " What? Why? " Willow nervously looked away from her ex, hoping that maybe the dirty blonde wouldn't drill her too much on the subject. " There's some medicine in my system that I have to get out. " " Did you....? " " No. " Willow shook her head against the blondes concerned question. " The doctor has me on this medicine. " " Then why don't you let it naturally...? " " Tara, please. I have to get it out. Now. " The blonde witch stared at her ex-lover trying to read the various emotions scurrying across her face. Fear, confusion, guilt, anger, they were so varied that for once she wasn't sure what to expect from the red head. " Alright, let me get what I need, and we'll go to Buffy's. " " Tara...." " I'm not about to leave you alone while you take the potion, and I doubt that you want to stay here. " " Yeah but..." " No buts, now get a pair of my shoes to put on. " Willow sighed tiredly as the dirty blonde began to systematically gather everything she could possibly need, including the bottle of potion she kept for emergencies. Now all she had to do was get a hold of it. <-------> Buffy glanced at the vcr clock, then spun on her bare foot to pace the other way. When she was at the end of the living room she glared worriedly at the front door, spun, and started to pace in the opposite directions. ' And repeat as needed. ' She swallowed back the urge to run out into the night in search of her best friend. All the horrible thoughts and scenarios were trying to drive her crazy. What if Willow had relapsed and was with Rack, or maybe Spike had finally snapped and kidnapped her. O-or what if she was sleep walking and was attacked by vampires. Or what if.... " Where the hell have you been? " She snapped as the front door opened. She paused at the sight of Tara, leading a messy haired red head still in her sleep shirt. " What happened? Are you okay? " " Willow wanted some of my special potion. " " And it couldn't wait until morning? " She asked suspiciously, focusing on her friends ex. " She said it was an emergency. " " So you decided to just give it to her? Don't you remember how sick that stuff made Xander? " " I tried to talk her out of it, but you know how she is when she's determined. " " I am not going to let her ingest that stuff. " Buffy firmly commented. " Good. " She nodded satisfied that Tara would back her up, then turned to...empty space. " Where's Willow? " Tara turned around and stared at the spot where the red head had been just a few minutes earlier. Along with the bag containing the potion. Before she could process the missing red head, the sounds of someone getting seriously sick filled the house, solving the mystery. " Damn. " Buffy muttered, dashing up the stairs to the open bathroom door. The red head was kneeling by the toilet making noises that told quite vividly what was happening with her. " Hey, you okay? " She closed the distance between them, barely paying any attention to Tara as she sat beside the red head. " What do you think? " Willow grumbled, then groaned loudly when another wave of nausea hit her. " I told you not to take it. " Tara scolded gently, sitting on Willow's other side. " Had to. " " Why? " " Oh..." She dived back over the commode and started to heave again. Buffy settled back against the wall and rubbed the red heads tense back. " It's alright we can talk about it in the morning. " Tara nodded in agreement, and smiled at the slayer, in silent thanks. They were going to be in for a long night. <-------> Tara ran her fingers through Willow's sweat soaked hair as she buried her head into the witch's thigh. It had been less than an hour since the ex-witch had stopped dry heaving, and the thin body was now shaking from burning the medicine from her system. Pressed into her side Buffy was holding the rest of the curled up red head. She had noticed the tender look that the slayer had as she softly stroked Willow's leg's, and back. " She's missed you. " Buffy whispered. " I know. " " She hasn't used magic in thirty five days. Well, there was that spell that Amy used on her, but that doesn't count, if anything that just proves how hard she's trying. " " What spell? " " It wasn't really a spell, she just sort of gave her all this energy that over flowing into anything Will touched. " " She gave her a high. " Tara had been afraid of what Amy would do, since she doubted the red heads childhood friend, would simply leave her alone. " Yeah. " " She didn't use the magic? " " No. " " Good. " Tara slide her finger tips over the soft skin of Willow's cheek. " No...." Willow whimpered, curling up tighter. " Buffy....Tara....Please, not them. Please. Don't.... TARA!! " " It's alright sweetie, we're right here. We're alright. No one's going to hurt us. " " Warren.....no....kill you..." Willow rolled up into her self, sobbing, and convulsing violently as she scrambled out of their arms. " NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! " Tara lunged after the red head, hugging her hard into her chest, while Buffy grabbed them from the other side. The convulsions worsened through the raspy scream of pain and fear, reminding her of living through the worst nightmare on the planet a thousand times over. " What the hell did you give her? " Buffy growled, trying to keep a grip on Willow. " Nothing. " " Then what's happening to her?! " " I..." Tara forcefully rolled the red head onto her back, and pried her eyes open. The gorgeous dark emerald eyes had dilated and were unseeing. " Oh god... She didn't tell me... I didn't know..." " What?! " " She's a seer. " Tara muttered, her eyes searching the bathroom, almost in a panic. She quickly climbed to her feet, moving to the medicine cabinet. The various medicines, Tylenol, and first aid supplies were swept aside in her quest. Each prescription bottle was read and disregarded until she found the bottle with her ex-lover's name on it. " Oh goddess. She was on anti- psychotic medicine. It was blocking the flashes. " Buffy cradled the convulsing red head into her body, afraid of where Tara was going with her point. " And? " " She's now catching up on every thing that was blocked. " " She'll be alright though, right? " " We should move her to the bed. " " Tara? " " I don't know. " Tara admitted. <-------> Aeris Jade Orion Grey Fox, and cause of Discord. Gabrielle: "Do you deny spying on these women?" Joxer: "I resent that." Gabrielle: "Do you deny it?" Joxer: "No, I just _resent_ it." Joxer: Hello--heh-heh-- name's Joxer-- spelled, uh [Clears throat]-- J-o-x-e-rrrrrrrr. Rh: "Would you wanna make a baby with me?" Jox: "What?!" Rh: "Will you help?" Jox: "Wait a minute! You want me to-- to-- to-- make a-- " Rh: "Right-- will you?" Jox: "Of course not! Hey, listen! We're not just machines, you know, you can use to-- . Besides-- you know, uh-- we can't just do it on command. We need stuff like, uh-- cheap motel rooms and dirty pictures and lingerie-- stuff like that! We're _not_ animals! But I can get those things!" |