FIC: Amy the Lesbian Wiccan (AtLW1): Unrequited

["ixthedamned" <rdwarfer@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Hi Guys!

This is a kinda preview of an upcoming fic which is in the works.
Cause I have A-Levels, I'm going to be pretty busy, so I really 
want to know whether it is worth writing it or not.

This is my first attempt at being a bard, but this storys been floating 
around my head for a while now. 

The fic is unbetad, but Im pretty sure of my spelling!

There will be Willow / Buffy in later installments of AtLW, but for now,
it is Amy/Willow and Willow/Tara.

Series: Amy the Lesbian Wiccan (Part 1)

Title: Unrequited (1/?) 

Author: Tim W (Ix)

E-Mail: ixthedamned@xxxxxxxx

Rating: R to NC-17 in later parts. Thats 15-18 for us english type people!

Distribution: No archives as of yet please, ask me first and I may say yes!Distributed to lists: buffyloveswillow, buffywantswillow, willtara, wtcollective, Sapphicslayer and many others

Pairings: Willow/Tara, Willow/Amy

Summary: Willow and Tara try to reverse the spell on Amy, but all does not go to plan. Jealousy and angst result as relationships break down and come back stronger than before

Authors Note: This story is dedicated to Elizabeth Anne Allen, who hasnt got the recognition she deserves ; ) 

Part I

It was warm in the straw

Warm and safe in the straw. She snuggled down in the darkness, her eyes slowly adjusting to the gloom. She could just make out the outline of the door, which was slightly ajar. She ignored it, she was too tired to worry aboutanything.

Suddenly, there was a muffled creaking sound, and, out of nowhere, a giant HAND clasped around her, pulling her out through a hole in the wall. She struggled and screamed for all she was worth, but it was no use. Then the room was filled with light...

* * * 

Her other hand flicked on the light switch, and light flooded the dorm room, as Willow perched herself on the edge of her bed holding Amyrat gently with her hand.

The rat stayed perfectly still, as Willow idly stroked her fur with the tips of her fingers. In silence, the two of them sat together, as if reading each other's thoughts. A few minutes passed, as Willow looked down into the bright black orbs of Amy's eyes.

The rat wriggled slightly in her grasp, as Willow clutched her tightly against her breast. A solitary tear ran down her cheek. 

"What am I going to do with you, Amy?" she asked, almost expecting her to answer her back, like when she was human.

A human girl.

"I mean, " she continued, oblivious to the tears streaming down her cheeks,"I've tried almost everything, and you're still..." Amy looked up at her and just for a second, it was almost like she understood. Willow let her mind float back, remembering Amy, trying to picture her face in her head. But she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried.

"It was just so long ago, " she said, to no one in particular. Willow let go of her friend, and covered her face with her hands. The rat sat patientlyin her lap for a while. Soon, she grew bored, curled up into a ball and fell asleep in the folds of the fabric.

Willow watched her sleep, almost afraid to move in case she disturbed her. Fascinated, her watched her tiny chest rise and fall with her breathing.

"I know you're still in there Amy," she whispered, "and I'm going to get you out, somehow." but her face did not show great hope. She sighed inwardly,and brushed her friend's ear tenderly with her finger.

She was suddenly shaken from her reverie by a muffled knock at the door. Startled, she wiped away a few stray tears with the back of her hand.

"Who is it?" she called.

"It's me, Tara," came the familiar meek voice from behind the door. 

Willow smiled. "Come in, its not locked," Willow carefully brushed her hairbehind her ears, and picked up the sleeping Amy from her place on her skirt.

"Hey," Willow jumped and spun round at the sound of Tara's voice, "Why so jumpy? You knew I was coming over tonight" Tara brushed her girlfriend's cheek, but Willow looked down at her feet, not wanting her friend to see her obvious distress.

She carefully placed Amy back into her cage, and turned to face her girlfriend. The dim light from the table lamp played across her tear streaked features. 

"You've been crying," Willow turned away, "Willow, what's wrong?" Tara brushed her cheek with her fingertips, finding it damp with tears. Willow turned back to Tara, wearing her resolve face.

"It's nothing...it doesn't matter," but Willow couldn't hide the crack in her voice. "So are we going to go out to eat, or are we just going to sit here and talk about something that doesn't matter?"

She kissed Tara awkwardly on the lips, before walking purposefully out of the door, "come on, Tara," she whispered. Tara was looking at the creature snuggled peacefully in the straw. Even in the low light, the rat's fur glistened with tears.

"Coming," she called, as she closed the dorm room door, snatching a last glance of her.

Willow's tears. 

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Tell me what you think, guys!

Tim.  

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Luther: So...how are you coping? (indicates Lisa's 
left arm which is in plaster)

Lisa: (deadpan) Well, all right actually, Luther, because I
masturbate with my RIGHT hand

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