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Title: Seeing Red Chapter: Two 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. <-------> " .....my Tara..." Buffy felt her heartbreak with those simple words, spoken by the half unconscious red head, still struggling to work through all the visions that kept flooding her mind. It was horrible, listening to each and every moment of the scoobies lives played out in a few short hours. It was even worse hearing all the little secrets, and events that Willow hadn't included any of them in. The worst part was having to relive the red heads realization that she was gay, and that she was in love with Tara. She loved the blonde witch, and thought of her as family, but the fact that the busty witch was the one to win Willow still stung. The fact that she was currently missing her chance at her friend was even worse. She partially blamed Xander and his impeccable timing. After all, if the chubby construction worker hadn't interrupted their conversation the week before she would've told the red head. She had been so close. She'd said the line that she'd rehearsed since the day she'd discovered her friend was gay. ' Once you fall for Willow, you stay fallen. ' That simple sentence had said so much, and yet, the chance had passed them by once again. Now, Tara was by Willow's side, despite their break up, and damn it, she wasn't supposed to be. They were comput. There was no more them. Willow had violated the witches mind in the worst way, and yet there she was. " ....No...you can't have 'er....No...My Buffy... can't have 'er...." Buffy leaned forward eagerly, suddenly finding it easy to forgive everything, and everyone. If only the red head would say... "....mmmmm....Tara hand..." ' Not that. ' Buffy sat back once again and stared at the blonde that was going back and forth between love and deep thought. " Only because she's never experienced slayer hand. " Tara glanced up with narrowed eyes, " What? " " I didn't say anything. " Buffy cocked one eye brow at the blonde, just daring her to contradict her. " Oh. " Tara started to smile slightly, sending chills down the slayers spine. " It's funny actually. " ' Don't respond, don't respond. Whatever happens, just don't respond. ' " What's funny? " Tara chuckled dryly, " She had this fantasy's about having both of us as her lovers. " " Oh. " Buffy forced herself to laugh. " Can you imagine it? The two of us sharing her. " " Yeah, that would be hilarious. " Tara said through the strained laughter bordering on seriousness. " Having to share a bed. " " The dates, and dances. " " Cuddling. " " The kisses. " " The hugs. " Buffy swallowed hard. There was no more laughter, or pretending to be joking. Only now they were faced with a serious proposition. Did they let Willow chose who she wanted to be with and risk losing her to the other? Or did they reach an agreement and share her? " It would be funny. " Buffy nodded. " Definitely interesting. " " It would be a....unique experiment. " " Yeah, it would. " Buffy agreed, silently telling Tara what her vote was. " Tara!!! NOOO!!!! " Buffy grabbed hold of the red head as she tried to leap off the bed. Absently stroking the trembling back muscles that were twitching in instinctive lunge. " Hey, it's okay. Tara's right here. See? " The red head's eyes widened in horror at the sight of the blonde standing in front of the window. With a strength that shocked Buffy, Willow sprint the short distance, and tackled the witch to the floor. " Stay away from the window. Don't go near the window. You can't go near the window. Promise me you'll stay away from the window. " " Wh...what? " " Promise me. No windows. Windows are bad. " " I promise. No windows but... " " No!! No, buts. There are no buts. Windows. Bad. Windows are very bad. Windows lead to death, and shootings, and...no buts. " " Did you see something? " Buffy finally asked. " Tara's going to be shot. Here. In front of that window. " Willow answered weakly. " Who shot's her? " " I- I don't know. " Willow frowned as her eyes turned inward. " There...you...You and Xander were in the backyard, apologizing for something, and me and Tara were getting dressed and then there was these gun shots and Tara had a...a...and there was blood, and you were too...and... I don't know. " " It's alright. I'm sure that when you're ready you'll see it. " Willow curled into Tara's arms, shaking and crying. Each tear brought a louder more guilt ridden shock that struck the slayer harder and harder until she found herself engulfing the two women in her arms. " I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. " Willow whimpered. " It's all my fault, all of it's my fault. If I hadn't taken the medicine then.... " " It's not your fault. " " I'm sorry. " Willow tightened her arms around them, unaware of anything that was being said to her. " I'm sorry. " <-------> > ** Original Subject: seeing red > ** Original Sender: "Dark Gremlin" <>gremlin@xxxxxxxxxxxx > ** Original Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 22:38:49 +0000 > ** Original Message follows... >The blonde body held in her arms let out a single slow breath and slumped down dead in her arms. Scrapping away the resistance she had to dark magic, and leaving only the deep seeded rage that had originally drawn D'Hoffand to her in the first place. The blood was splattered generously over her shirt and face, coating her hands and part of her arms. Each drop gathering on her skin until all she wanted to do was run into the bathroom and rip her skin from her body. Blood. It was a fascinating. The way the blood was blue while it was still in the body but the minute the air hit it, it turned such a dark red that it could almost be black. Blood was the life that kept all creatures alive. It was what kept the body functioning. It was the source of pleasure for many serial killers and demons. Now, it was her own. She wouldn't stop until she could smear Warren's blood over her hands and shirt in the same way that her lovers now coated her. Only then would she allow that bastard the satisfaction of dying. Only then would she grant him the release he would need in order to avoid the pain of the real world. Only then would she send him to the pain waiting for him in hell. " WARREN!!!!!! " " Willow!! " She snapped her eyes open with a sharp gasp, the remains of the emotions and desperation of vision still fresh in her mind. Truthfully, she hadn't even realized what had happened. One minute she'd been crying and apologizing to Tara and Buffy, and then..... " ..Warren...It...It was Warren. " She pulled away from the concerned embrace of the two blondes and struggled to her feet. She loved them both incredibly, but right at that moment, she needed to be alone so she could figure out the hundreds of emotions and instincts galloping through her. She'd grown up with her mother convincing her that all the years of seeing dead people walking around her, and having visions of different times, were just hallucinations brought on by psychotic episodes. She'd even been forced onto medicine to block them. It hadn't been until the night after Jess had been turned that she'd finally started to realize that they weren't something brought on by mental illness. It was real, more real than she cared to accept, but it didn't change the facts, and at that moment, the only fact was that she had to find someway to embrace her abilities. " I...I need some air. " " I'll come with you. " Buffy stated quickly. " No, I'd rather... I need some time to myself. " She offered a gentle smile to the two blondes, than started to get dressed. They meant well, but sometimes all the love and caring in the world couldn't work out problems. 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!" |