I'm doing better than I thought this morning... have scene edited for you... (one more after this... oh no wait two more...

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CLIFFHANGER WARNING... well small one, cause you have to wait to the next scene to know what's really happened good bad or indifferent
yes we're evil! hope you enjoy!
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With the sun dipping below the horizon earlier and earlier, Buffy had almost expected the vampire that crossed into their path after they had delivered the four dozen roses to Clem and his charge. Though with the days adrenaline running high in her veins it hadn’t taken her long to track the newly risen vamp down.
“I think we need to get back. Sorry for the slight diversion to stake that vamp.” Buffy looked Madalene as the dust settled.
“It’s okay, things have to be done. The rest of the world never seems to get the point that you need it to stop for awhile.” The Spellcaster shook off the worry.
“Are you getting the ‘I’m avoiding going back till the last minute’ vibe from me?” Buffy quizzed realising that her motives might be obvious.
“I am but I don’t think I’m totally against that.” Madalene smiled softly at her. “Standing around waiting isn’t something I think you enjoy.”
“I’m more of an action girl.” Buffy admitted as they began their walk back to the shop.
“Oh now don’t you try to fool me, that brain of yours spins just as fast as mine.” Madalene pointed out as they turned the corner of one building. She avoided looking at the Slayer as she commented as she didn’t need confirmation.
“Yeah though mine often ends up in the wrong place.” Buffy thought back to the start of their walk.
“Do you sometimes wonder if it would be easier to just keep thinking and not pull yourself back?” Madalene’s voice dropped a notch.
“What do you mean?” Buffy questioned immediately.
“Just crazy talk.” She shook her head as she reached into her bag she pulled out a wooden clip and tied her hair up into a light bun that bounced a little around her neck.
“Should we bring anything back with us?” She tried to gently guide them to a more neutral topic.
“Please.” Buffy stopped and hoped Madalene would do the same. “Explain what you said.”
“You...” Madalene shuffled to a stop and cleared her throat. “You get some worry or anxiety rolling around in your brain like a snowball and it grows then splits as you realized how it would effect other things and then you start getting lost as to what the first thought was, about where you fit in at all, about where you belong.”
“We’re talking about you aren’t we?” Buffy said softly as she made an attempt to catch the Spellcaster’s eyes.
“Yes.” Madalene smiled a little uncomfortable at her own words. “Really so coffee or donuts? The Scoobies have a love for donuts don’t they.” She put her arms around her body and walked slightly ahead of the Slayer.
“Mads?” Buffy called she’d kept standing still as the other woman moved away. The Spellcaster turned back slowly somehow knowing Buffy wasn’t going to let the words slip away. “The way I see it.” Buffy looked at the other woman’s face. “You’re needed here.” The Slayer summed up simply. “Tara is going to need you as she recovers more, Giles is loving having someone on his level to bounce ideas off and I...” Buffy stopped short of finishing.
Madalene waited silent as Buffy seemed to give up on what she was going to say and decided on something else.
“Everyone needs friends Madalene. We’re you’re friends.” Buffy added softly.
“Thank you.” The Spellcaster nodded with a small smile of acceptance.
“I think donuts would be a good choice!” The Slayer began walking.
“What is everyone’s favourite?” Madalene mused as she stepped quickly to catch up with the blonde and looped her arms into Buffy’s. “I’ve figured out Mr. Giles likes the lemon filled and Dawn likes the double chocolate sugar mountain ones.”
“I’m a jelly girl.” Buffy grinned.
“Let me guess...” Madalene grinned back. “Blueberry?”
“Anything sweet and sticky.” Buffy admitted.
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Tara looked down at the small hand in her own and then up to the green eyes that blinked waiting for her to say something.
“Are you ready?” She asked carefully.
“I think so, as ready as I’m going to be. I mean ready in a I have no idea sorta way because I’ve never done this before.” Willow babbled even as she tried to hide her nervousness.
“That’s ok, me either.” Tara smiled reassuring her.
“Which other me do we have to find?” The young Willow questioned a little startled as the world shook around them.
“I’m hoping that ‘you’ are going to know the answer to that question.” Tara admitted as the scene spun away before it shuddered back to solid.
The walls and floor were once again covered in white tiles, though the upper portion was painted in a soothing contrasting clay colour giving the area an all around softer tone with the addition of dimmed lighting and a potted plant that peaked around the corner of the hall.
She was carefully tucked in the corner with the teenager still protectively beside her as first her Willow and the Slayer seemed suspended for a moment watching something retreat down the hallway behind them.
“Will, you just have to rest. Okay?” Buffy’s voice was soft and concerned. “Right now there’s nothing you can do.”
“Yes, there is.” Willow’s voice held a tone that Tara couldn’t recognise, it was hard and angry as well as deeply upset. Abruptly she turned to walk away.
“No. No way.” The Slayer said sternly as she chased after her best friend and pulled her to a stop. “You cannot even think about taking on Glory.”
“You saw what she did to Tara. I can’t let her get away with it.” Willow stared hard at the Slayer.
“No. You have to let her get away with it, even I’m no match for her you know that.” Buffy stressed though it was obvious she hated having to admit her weakness.
“But maybe I am.” Once again the pure hatred in Willow’s voice made it almost unrecognisable. The redhead moved to go but Buffy caught hold of her arm and forced her to stop.
“You’re not and I won’t let you go.” The Slayer underlined.
“This is not your choice. It’s mine.” Willow pointed out clearly.
“This is not the time.” Buffy tried another argument.
“When, Buffy? When is? When *you* feel like it? When it’s someone *you* love as much as I love Tara? When it’s Dawn, is that it?” Willow’s accusations seemed endless and Tara found the tirade from her lover hard to listen to.
“When we have a chance. We’ll fight her, when we have a chance. You wouldn’t last five minutes with her, Willow.” The Slayer pointed out clearly the fact she thought her best friend was missing. “She’s a God.”
“Fine. I’ll wait.” The redhead said shaking her head.
“It’s the only way.” Buffy rewarded her friend with a sad smile.
“Yeah.” Willow started to walk away again.
“Can I do anything?” Buffy called after her.
“Just let me be alone.” Willow’s words echoed as the scene shifted again without its usual twisting and turning to merge into the Magic Box.
Tara found herself over near the stacks of books when the door burst open. Willow, obviously fuelled by the same anguish she’d shown at the hospital, ran in and across to the iron stairs that led up to the dangerous books section.
The younger Willow had held tight to Tara’s hand just letting the scene and the world turn around them without them being a part of anything within it. She just let the blonde watch the events that she herself had been so removed from due to the condition Glory had inflicted upon her. Of course even if she did have her memories, Tara would not have known exactly what had been said and done during this time and it was only as the enraged Willow’s feet landed on the stairs that teenage Willow spoke to help her understand.
“This is when she puts me away, this is when she pushed me into the library and told me to stay there.” She whispered her voice shaking.
“This is when she made her choice so this is where we intervene.” Tara said feeling a sense of strength as she squeezed Willow’s hand and then stepped out from the bookcase that hid them from the other Willow’s view. “Willow.” She called to the angry redhead at the top of the shop.
“I know what you’re going to say but I don’t have time for this right now. I have to make her pay.” Willow turned around to the blonde though she still kneeled on the floor of the upper loft.
“How can you know what I’m going to say? I’m not supposed to be here am I.” Tara questioned as she walked across the shop to the lower step.
“Just because you’re always with me. I know you think I should wait but I can’t, she hurt you, she needs to pay.” Willow shook her head and reached back towards the books.
“How does darkening your soul and letting yourself be lost to me make her pay?” Tara contradicted with a soft strength.
“She caused you pain, she’s owed it back.” Willow seethed. “No one hurts you, no one hurts you while I still breath.”
“So you sacrifice yourself for me?” Tara frowned as she witnessed the very moment all of this had begun, seeing it with a hard clarity.
“You want me to sit back and let her do nothing?” Willow snapped. “Do nothing to make her know she can’t hurt you, can’t hurt my girl?”
“No, but when you save me, which I know you will, I want my Willow not some other Willow who has lost part of herself to anger and hatred.” Tara tried to reason with her girlfriend.
“You don’t understand.” Willow shook her head. “Baby I have to do this.”
“No, no you don’t.” Tara shook her head. “Buffy promised you, that she would make Glory pay.” She eased herself up the stairs.
“Buffy can’t do anything, every time she meets Glory she gets pounded.” Willow turned around and looked down the decreasing incline at the blonde.
“But together you will find a way to beat her.” Tara met Willow’s resistance. “You’re a team, you, Buffy, Xander, Anya, Giles…” She listed the Scoobies off. “Me and Dawnie. We’re a team.” She stressed the fact.
“But I hurt her, I hurt her and Buffy knows that she has to trust me. She knows she has to trust how much I love you and what I’m willing to fight for that love.” Willow seemed to slip out of the moment.
“There are more ways than one of fighting Willow.” Tara’s voice went even softer.
“How? How do I fight this? I don’t even know what I’m fighting anymore.” Willow shook her head sadly and swinging her legs around she sat on the top step.
“That’s because you’re fighting yourself.” Tara soothed as she stayed firmly standing on the third stair so that they were basically eye to eye. “But you can’t win when you’re fragmented.” She shook her head. “I’ve been around in your head for a while now Will, I’m getting an idea of where you are. You have been through so much. So much that has scarred you so badly in such short time.” She whispered only then moving closer, her route up the remaining stairs was painfully slow as she almost expected Willow to retreat from her.
“You’re angry, you’re bitter, you’re in pain but you’re also lost, scared and so needy. Above all that you believe you deserve it all.” Tara reached her hand softly towards Willow as she got to the top step and turned to sit down on it beside her. “You believe that everything bad that has happened and everything that you feel as a result of that is your fault.” She continued and put her hand down next to Willow’s not touching the redhead’s thin pale one but close enough to do so if either wanted it. “And the confusion you feel, the ‘lost’ feeling is because that there are so many ‘Willow’s here, all fragmented, all with their own pain and issues and that’s the problem.” She assessed trying to bring perspective. “Divided no army can stand against anything, united, it stands a chance.”
“Baby, I’m tired.” Willow leaned a bit sideways, her body seeming to go frail as she put her weight against Tara’s shoulder.
“I bet you are baby, I know I would be.” Gracefully Tara cradled her arm around to offer more support to the tired redhead. “You have battles to fight Willow, I can’t take them away or make them better but I can fight with you. Fight them with a whole you, one not affected by the fragmentation in your mind or the fragmentation caused by the magic but I need you to fight too.” She whispered placing a kiss on red hair.
“I don’t know if I can fight anymore.” Willow whispered leaning even heavier against Tara.
“When you’re not fighting yourself you might be surprised how stronger you feel.” Tara encouraged.
From the shadow of the bookcase the younger Willow tentatively stepped out. Looking up and studying them, appraising the easy comfort Tara could offer her older counterpart with just the smallest gesture. The small noise of the squeaky sneaker on the highly polished wood floor caught Tara’s ears.
“No, no she can’t be here.” Willow pushed back towards the bookcase when she realised just which one of her was there with them. She recoiled as if petrified of the younger her.
“Easy, easy.” Tara let Willow move away. “Why don’t you want her here baby?” She questioned softly.
“If I’m her then I’m helpless, I’m a loser and I can’t do anything.” Willow shook her head putting her arms up around her face to hide herself.
“Is that really what you think?” Tara asked as she shifted a little and reached out an arm beckoning slightly to the younger Willow. Bright red sneakers slowly shuffled forward to cross the rest of the shop and stand at the bottom of the stairs.
“She’s not a part of any of this, she’s the past... she hasn’t done anything wrong.” Willow pushed her legs up tight to her body.
“She’s you Willow, she’s a part of you.” Tara stressed in a calm gentle voice.
“She’s just a girl, she has no power.” Willow shook her head over and over.
“She’s here, doesn’t that suggest she has more power, more inner strength, more bravery than you think?” Tara reached out for the teenager wiggling her fingers for the teenager’s hand. The younger Willow slowly climbed the stairs to put her hand in Tara’s.
“She needs to be safe, she can’t be touched by this.” Willow whispered the secret she’d been hiding.
“Why is that Willow?” Tara pushed slightly knowing that admittance from Willow would help in the long run.
“She doesn’t know what it’s like to loose her heart.” Willow’s body started to shake. “She doesn’t know what it’s like to loose you.”
“You pushed her out didn’t you?” Tara spoke the question with obvious confidence that she knew the answer. “When you came to do this, you knew that this was wrong and you wanted to protect her.”
“I had too.” Willow’s voice was barely audible.
“But you need her Willow.” Tara stressed. “And she needs you.”
“All of this stuff scares me.” The younger Willow whispered moving closer to them.
“You’re allowed to be scared.” Tara whispered squeezing the hand in her own. She was about to say more when she felt an odd tugging inside as if she was being pulled and realising what the feeling meant her blue eyes widened in alarm.
“That’s why we have to keep you safe.” Willow’s body uncurled a bit tears silently rolling down her cheeks as for the first time she directly addressed her other self.
“Right.” Tara agreed pulling the teenager closer and the young woman eased down to sit on the step with her. “She needs you Willow.” She looked at the curled up read head as she threaded her fingers through the younger Willow’s long red hair. “You need her.”
“If she’s with me she’s not safe.” Willow objected shaking her head adamantly.
“She is.” Tara whispered the fact she believed in. “I trust you.”
“I’m not safe without you, I can’t fight these things.” The younger Willow admitted in a tiny voice as green eyes fixed on one another.
Tara gave the teenager a smile impressed at her bravery even though her insides lurched again and she felt a tingling beginning in her arms and legs.
“I’m sorry.” Willow suddenly moved out of her position and grabbed at herself hugging the young girl to her. “I never meant to cause so much pain.”
Tara barely had a moment to take in the change as a bright blinding light consumed the world within the shop, though in another instant she was stood in the library before the book filled cage.
She stood there helpless to move as a fast tight wind passed around her in forced torrents bring with it lines of what she guessed were the white and black magic that was seeping out of Willow. The lines began to weave in with one another in the air, turning and whirling in patterns all around her before bolts of the mixture broke off and slipped between the bars of the cage.
One by one the books they had placed their levitated up to meet the magic and before Tara’s stunned eyes the writing spilled back onto the blank pages as by magic the sheaths of paper turned to be filled with the lines they had held since there creation.
Even as the tingling in Tara’s body rose to become a firm numbness, she remained there to watch as the last book rose to be filled before it dropped back to its place among the others out of reach.
As soon as the tome settled the wind around her died down and a void of heaviness began to press in at the blonde’s body from all sides.
“Time’s done, she should come back now.” Anya’s voice whispered though the void reaching her nearly deaf ears as her numb body began to tumble again through the dark.
To Tara it felt as if she were falling from some lofty position in the heavens like a dying star, falling down to the earth faster than even she believed possible as her skin began to warm with the friction.
When she finally came back to hit the ground her landing was a hard sudden jolt that caused her blue eyes to flash open as she hurriedly drew a lung full of air. Her body expected pain from the landing but as the waves of agony didn’t arrive she was able to slowly let the breath out again.
“Tara.” Dawn was instantly there at the blonde’s side checking on her.
“Dawnie?” Tara said the girl’s name out of impulse without really registering that this meant that she was back that her wish was over. The parts of her mind and body were trying to catch up and reconnect with one another after the long journey back.
“Sshhh, try to stay calm.” Dawn moved to help her sit up, worried by the fast hard way that Tara was breathing.
“Willow? Is Willow....” The blonde demanded but her voice was taken away by her erratic breathing as her head began swimming a little.
“Willow’s fine.” Buffy’s voice came in immediately to soothe her somewhere off to the other side. The Slayer was down beside the redhead who was waking up much more slowly.
“Buffy?” Tara immediately recognised the Slayer’s voice.
“Yeah.” Buffy reached around and squeezed the Wiccan’s hand. “Just take it slow.”
“I’m sorry.” Tara felt hot tears stinging in her eyes as she squeezed the Slayer’s strong hand tightly. “I should have told you a-a-about the dream.”
“I shouldn’t have been a bitch about it.” Buffy shook her head but she knew that cloudy blue eyes barely registered the move.
“She’s you’re best friend Buffy, I understand.” Tara felt her breathing even a little.
“Did it work?” Xander bounced a few feet away anxious and unable to take the suspense anymore.
“I don’t know.” Tara admitted she turned to look still disoriented at the young man. “I’m sorry Xander I wish I could say yes, but I don’t know.”
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