by Cynthia Taz (firstname.lastname@example.org)
-- Rewrite of BtVS Season 7. New evil raised in Sunnydale. Tara reappeared. After all the dark, will the Scoobies find the light and win again? *sorry, suck at summary*
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-- All characters, sites and such from 'Buffy, The Vampire Slayer' and 'Angel' belong to Joss Whedon, UPN, WB, and et al. All other new stuff belongs to the author (Yah me!). This story is not sell or for any profit.
-- This actually started from S7.03 Same Time Same Place, except all the stuff you saw about Willow's in England. The whole thing kinda focus on Willow and Tara (What can I say? I like them and it still kinda bug me that the First won't 'use' Willow - after all, she was the big bad in S6. And hey! Why wait for whole yr before attacking the gang? If the attack started at S6 it would be way much easier. And the whole Kennedy deal? Not that I don't like her, but their relationship just a bit - um - spooky... well, except on the ep 'Killer in Me' it's kinda touchy, but still... say I'm stupid or whatever, it just not really convincing and- okay, off topic again... shut up now...) and hopefully it won't be too confusing if you haven't watch S7. I may or may not stick on the original one (probably only some...). Everything just very much depends on how things go... Just drop me a line and tell me what you think. Thx.// // = Voice
Wrapping her legs with her own arms, Willow Rosenberg, the hacker, the witch, and more importantly, the latest Big Bad of Sunnyhell, rocking slightly on the bed in a small dark room. She had came here to Bath, England with the ex-watcher Rupert Giles a week ago, right after her attempt of ending the world on the Kingman's Bluff, trying to 'get better' from her addiction of dark magic and also to gain control of her own power. Not that she cared much, she had been living in her own guilt and grief since that day, believing that there's nothing she could do to repay for what she had done, believing that she was doomed for eternity.
Willow frozen when she heard the familiar voice, the voice that she had longed to hear again. She looked up, and saw a familiar figure standing outside the window.
"Wha- Tara?" The redhead blinked and rubbed her eyes. "No... no..." She looked down, hiding her head in between her knees, rocking faster. "It's hallucination... it's not real... it's not real..."
//Willow. Look at me.//
"No... you're not here... you're dead... I saw you dead... no..."
"Willow?" Giles opened the door, and saw Willow rocking on her bed, again. Every night when he checked on the redhead, she would be in the same position, rocking, rumbling something under her breath. The watcher sighed, and walked closer to her. "Willow?" He put his hand on her shoulder, squeezed it gently, trying to get her attention.
Willow frozen again. After a minute, she finally looked up. It took her another whole minute to finally be able to focus on the man in front of her. Giles smiled sadly. "Willow."
"It's late. Shouldn't you be sleeping?" He asked kindly. He turned and looked at the already cold herb tea on the nightstand. "You haven't drunk it." He said it as a statement, not question.
"I..." Willow looked at Giles, then turned towards the window, and turned back again. "It makes me feel funny." She whispered.
"It supposes to help you to relax and sleep, Willow."
"But I..." Willow looked down, not sure what to say.
"Willow, please." Giles took the glass from the nightstand and handed it to Willow. "You need to rest. You still have class tomorrow, remember?"
"I don't deserve it." She whispered.
"You deserve it." Giles said firmly. "You deserve a second chance. C'mon." He held the glass closer to Willow. "Drink it, then rest. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?"
Willow stared at Giles. Finally, she un-wrapped herself and took the glass with her shaking hands, and drank it.
Giles took the now empty glass and put it back on the nightstand, helped Willow to lie down, and carefully covered her with a blanket.
"Good night Willow."
"Good night." Willow whispered, and closed her eyes. Giles took the empty glass and walked out quietly.
After hearing the soft click sound from the door, Willow opened her eyes and stared at the window, until the darkness claimed her finally.
Willow walked slowly along the hills, enjoying the beautiful views in front of her. She had familiarized the surrounded area after all these months staying with the Coven. She no longer imprisoned herself in the castle, but instead finding every chance to get away from it. She sat under a big oak tree, concentrating on the ground. After a second, a flower grew at an un-natural speed in front of her.
//Is that for me?//
Willow smiled brightly and turned to the voice. "Hi Babe."
Tara smiled, and sat beside her.
"Not as beautiful as you." Willow stared at Tara for a moment, then turned her attention back to the flower. "Want me to grow you a willow tree? I can do a tree. Tree is good. Big and beautiful and good."
Tara laughed softly.
//Honey. I don't need a willow tree. I've you, remember?//
"I'm a bad tree." Willow said softly, then paused. "I miss you." She whispered.
//That's why you skip your class, *again*?//
Tara thought for a moment.
//Well, at least I know now that I'm more important then your head.//
"I'm not that bad." Willow pouted.
//Yes you are.//
//You won't miss one even your head's on fire.//
Willow smiled, enjoying the quiet moment between them.
"That doesn't belong there." A new voice rose from aside.
Willow's smile lost. "No it doesn't." She said quietly.
"Passafloracoerulea, native to Paraguay, if my botany serves." Giles said, sitting beside Willow, taking up the spot Tara had just sat on.
"Is there anything you don't know about?"
"Synchronized swimming. Complete mystery to me. Other than that, I know all." He smiled, examining the flower. "Where did it come from?"
"You brought it through the earth."
"It's all connected. The root systems, the molecules, the energy... everything."
"You sound like Ms. Harkness."
"She's taught me a lot."
"Then why aren't you at your lesson?"
"I'm sorry." She said quietly.
"It's all right. She was just afraid that yo-"
"Had gone evil? Yeah, I was gonna destroy the world, but lunch made me sleepy." She snapped.
"She didn't think that. She was just-"
"Afraid. They all are. The Coven is... they're the most amazing women I've ever met. If it wasn't for them, and you... But there's this look they get, like I'm gonna turn them all into bangers and mash or something." Willow frowned. "Which I'm not even sure what that is."
"They're cautious. I trust you can understand that."
"I don't have that much power, I don't think. I was... drained by what happened."
"But everything's connected. You're connected to great power, whether you feel it or not."
"You should just take it from me." Willow stood up and started walking away. Giles quickly followed.
"You know we can't. This isn't a hobby, or an addiction. It's inside you now, this magic. You're responsible for it."
"Will they always be afraid of me?"
"Maybe. Can you live with that?"
"I deserve a lot worse."
"That's not an answer."
"I killed people, Giles."
"I've not forgotten."
"When you brought me here... I thought it was to kill me. Or lock me in some mystical dungeon for all eternity, or with the torture... instead, you go all Dumbledore on me, I'm learning about magic, I'm all about energy and gaia and root systems."
"Do you want to be punished?"
"I wanna be the one Tara loves." She whispered.
"You are." Giles smiled sadly at her. "You will always be the one she loved." Putting his hand on her back, he guided Willow back into the castle. Willow turned, watching Tara stood under the tree, staring at her.
Willow climbed out of the window quietly, not risking any chance to wake anyone up in the castle. Walking along the path, she finally reached her destination - the same oak tree she had been sitting under every time she got a chance.
"I should tell them that you're back." Willow said quietly, not waiting for her to show up, knowing that she would appear immediately.
//Sweetie, remember what happened last time you told them?//
Tara walked closer towards the redhead witch. Slowly, she sat beside her, the way they met every time.
"How can I forget?" Willow frowned at her memory. "I almost ended up in an mental institution." She said quietly. "But... what if they don't trust me? I can't even trust myself."
"May be you can app-"
//If they know, they'll try to take you away from me.//
//Don't you trust me?//
"With my life."
//Then do what I said. It's for the best.//
Willow paused. She slowly moved her hand towards Tara's, but it when through her. "I wish I could touch you." Her eyes filled with tears.
"Do you think Buffy and the others will forgive me?"
//Whatever happens, you'll still have me. Always.//