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Title: Internet Connection
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon except the ones I made up.
Day Three
Tara sat at her desk trying to focus on the file in front of her. It was becoming increasingly harder as the day went on to give her full attention to her job. She really did need to give this case her undivided attention though, especially since she had a meeting in thrity minutes with her supervisor about that very topic. Not only that but she was going to recommend that the little girls not be returned to their mother and that the state should seek custody of them. That was never a popular stance to take at this office, but Tara truly felt that it was the right thing to do. The oldest girl, Sadi, was five, and this was the third time in her young life she had been removed from her mother's custody. For her two and a half year old little sister, Ashley, this was her second removal. All the mother ever did was clean her act up enough to get the girls back and once that happened she'd go right back to her old habits. Tara knew she had a strong case, but she really needed to pay attention and give it one more look over, just to make sure she didn't miss anything.
"Hey, you got a minute?" Marie asked sitting on the edge of Tara's desk.
"Maybe half a minute," Tara said looking up from her work.
"Good, cause I really, really want you to come out with us tonight."
"I can't," Tara said, "I have other plans."
"Yeah, right. We both know your other plans consist of you going home, putting your pjs on, and vegging out in front of the tv," Marie said. "You can't just leave me alone at the bar with Mike, Luke, and Gordon," Marie pleaded.
"First, I don't watch that much television. Second, you would love to be alone at the bar with those guys, especially Gordon. And third, I really do have plans."
"Okay, what are your plans?" Marie asked exasperated.
"Right now, to get to the meeting," Tara said grabbing her files from her desk, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Taylor, I'm begging you, please eat your dinner," Willow said as she and Taylor sat at the kitchen table.
"Can't do it," Taylor said pushing her plate away for the fifth time.
"Why? Why can't you do it? It's easy and yummy. Look Mommy ate all her dinner," Willow said pointing to her empty plate. "See now your turn."
"Nope."
"Taylor, please eat dinner. We're running out of time," Willow said looking at the clock. She only had eleven minutes before she was supposed to be talking to Tara. "Why won't you eat? You love spaghetti."
"There's no farfromgone cheese on here," Taylor stated pointing to the bare spaghetti.
"Are you kidding me?" Willow said pushing some stray hair off her face. "Why didn't you say something twenty minutes ago about the parmesan cheese?" Willow asked sprinkling the cheese on Taylor's spaghetti.
"You didn't ask," Taylor said finally eating.
Willow opened her mouth to say something, but instead decided to just let it go. Afterall Taylor was finally eating. She knew there was no way she would be able to clean up the dinner dishes and Taylor, and also get Taylor settled in to an activity before six. She hated doing it but she would just have to email Tara and postpone their date.
'Wait a minute, date,' Willow thought cocking her head slightly. 'This is not a date, it's a thing, just a prearranged online get together between two people who are getting to know each other. And just because they both happen to be lesbians, and Tara just happens to be drop dead gorgeous does not make it a date.'
"Mommy, are you thinking with your feet again?" Taylor asked watching Willow pace around the kitchen.
"Yeah," Willow smiled. "I have to go use the computer real quick, can I trust you in here by yourself? You won't make a big mess right?"
Taylor nodded and smiled at her mother. Willow knew this would be a big mistake, but went to the living room to email Tara anyway.
Tara sprinted through the door of her apartment throwing her briefcase onto the sofa and rounded the corner into her bedroom. She grabbed her lap top and signed on as quickly as she could. She was forty five minutes late because of her meeting. There was no way Willow would be on and no way that she would forgive Tara for being this late. Just as she thought, Willow was not online. After her meeting this afternoon she should have known that nothing was going to go well tonight. She noticed that she had five messages in her inbox. Tara decided she would delete them and then go drown her sorrows in a nice hot bubble bath. She opened her mailbox and to her great surprise there was an email from Willow. At first Tara was ecstatic, but then the thought occurred to her that maybe it wasn't a happy email, maybe it was a really, really angry email because she thought Tara had stood her up. With the way the rest of her day had gone, Tara was more inclined to believe it was the second. Mustering up her courage, she opened the email. Her heart must have risen right up out of her chest when she saw that Willow wouldn't be on until seven. That meant she didn't know Tara was late, she wouldn't think she'd been stood up. Tara sighed and flopped back on her bed, finally something had gone right today. Now that she had a few minutes, she figured she would jump into the shower and relax herself, and she might even have time to grab something to eat from the kitchen.
Tara had just stepped out of the shower and began to dry off when she heard a familiar sound, it was the sound her computer made when she had an im. But why was it making it now? Tara quickly wrapped her towel around her body and threw herself down on her bed in front of her computer.
Slayerette1: Hi
Mariner: You're early.
Slayerette1: Usually. Is that a problem?
Mariner: No, no problem.
Slayerette1: It doesn't seem that way. :(
Mariner: Oh... no. I don't like that sad face. See I had this horrible meeting that ran long, and I saw your email and I was happy cause you didn't have to wonder why I didn't come on, and then I thought I'd jump in the shower to ease my stress from work today, and I must have left my computer on, so when I heard the noise thingy I was surprised cause it wasn't seven, so I just ran out from the bathroom, so no problem. I'm glad you're early.
Slayerette1: Wow :0
Mariner: I know, I don't usually babble like that.
Slayerette1: It was more like 'wow you're naked'
Mariner:
Slayerette1: Sorry, but gay here. Can't help it when a beautiful girl says she's naked.
Mariner: I'm not totally naked. I do have a towel on and how about a change of subject before I die of embarrassment.
Slayerette1: Okay, so more talk of naked Tara. :(
Mariner: Thanks.
Slayerette1: So... Ummmm...
Mariner: Having some trouble.
Slayerette1: Hey you try picturing talking to a beautiful naked woman.
Mariner: Ummmm...
Slayerette1: I thought so
Mariner: You always have to make me blush. Is that fun for you?
Slayerette1: Uh huh
Mariner: Well, I've managed to clothe myself now, so no more excuses for not changing the subject.
Slayerette1: Shucks.
Mariner: Are you flirting with me?
Slayerette1: maybe
Mariner: I'm the one who's blushing.
Slayerette1: Yay me... I did it again.
Mariner: Now I know where Taylor got her listening ears from.
Slayerette1: Okay, okay, you win. I'll be good now. So what was so horrible about your meeting?
Mariner: Ugh... My surpervisor decided that I don't know how to do my job and ignored my recommendation for the case that I've been working for almost four years.
Slayerette1: Ouch, I'm sorry.
Mariner: I wouldn't be so stressed about it, but these kids have gone through so much with their mom. I mean we've removedthem from the home like three times and I just know in two or three months I'll have to remove them again. I just don't see the point of putting them through that abuse again, you know? Sometimes my job just sucks. :(
Slayerette1: I get it. As a mom I just don't get how anyone could do that to their child. I mean Taylor can be a handful and ahalf, but that spunkiness just makes me love her more.
Mariner: That is so sweet, and I so needed to hear that amazing parents are still out there.
Slayerette1: I'm glad I made you smile, but I'm no amazing parent.
Mariner: No, you are.
Slayerette1:
thank you, but really I'm not. I can't even get her to bed at a decent hour, and she still sleeps in a pull up
at night cause she wets the bed every once in awhile every night... and one time I totally forgot to pack a juice for her for her lunch at preschool.
Mariner: That stuff doesn't mean you aren't a great mom. Being a great mom means you're always there for her, you put her first, and you love her no matter what. Is all that true?
Slayerette1: Well... yeah.
Mariner: I rest my case.
Slayerette1: You should have been a lawyer.
Mariner: Nah, business suits do nothing for me.
Slayerett1: Your birthday suit does.
Mariner:
Slayerette1: I just had to do it.
Mariner: Uh huh...
Slayerette1: I can't help it you brought out my naughty side.
Mariner: Naughty side? You care to explain that further?
Slayerette1: Ummm... no.
Mariner: Come on... I'm interested, I want to know just how naughty your naughty side is.
Slayerette1: Well it can't be fully appreciated in writing, it's something better witnessed in person.
And now, I think you're flirting with me.
Mariner: maybe
Slayerette1: I'm speechless now.
Mariner: Yay for me.
Slayerette1: It seems like you have a vixeny side you were hiding.
Mariner: Vixeny... I don't know about that.
Slayerette1: I think it was definitely vixeny.
Mariner: blushing again.
Slayerette1: That was the plan.
Mariner: Something tells me you like to be in control.
Slayerette1: I prefer it to being the one who's being controlled. But I'm no dominatrix or anything like that.
Mariner: Ummm... dominatrix?
Slayerette1: This is me rewinding and pretending that I never said anything about that. Okay?
Mariner: I can try, but now there's this whole... oh never mind... yup it never happened.
Slayerette1: I'm going to ignore that only because I'm all about not talking about that thing that I never said.
Mariner: That works for me.
Slayerette1: So who's your crush?
Mariner: Willow... I'm not going to tell you.
Slayerette1: But I really want to know... and we're friends now right? If you tell me, I'll tell you.
Mariner: Now that is intriguing... but I thought you said you didn't have a crush.
Slayerette1: No, I never said anything either way. So is it a deal?
Mariner: Okay it's a deal if you say first.
Slayerette1: That's not fair.
Mariner: That's the only deal I'll make. It's in your court now... If you want to know who my crush is on, all you have to do is tell me who your crush is.
Slayerette1: You are very tricky... I like that. I can tell you're gonna keep me on toes.
Mariner: So do we have a deal?
Slayerette1: Not yet, I'll wait and see how long you can take knowing that I have crush on someone. Believe me, it's not an easy thing to know.
Mariner: Why is that?
Slayerette1: Well... ummm... rewinding again?
Mariner:
You can rewind, but no guarantee I'll forget it.
Slayerette1: I think my face is going to be permenantly red now.
Mariner: Why?
Slayerette1: I'm so confused...
Mariner: confused? where did that come from?
Slayerette1: Oh look at the time.
Mariner: No way, Willow... now I'm confused, you can't just say goodnight now.
Slayerette1: Okay, so no goodnight, but I just... can you call me?
Mariner: Ummm... no.
Slayerette1: Oh....
Slayerette1: I just thought it would be a better way to talk than type.
Mariner: I mean no I can't because I don't have your number...
Slayerette1: blushing even more.... I'm such a dork. Okay, I'll make a deal with you cause it is wicked late and Taylor is not asleep like I thought she was... I'll send you an email with my phone number, and you can call me tomorrow at six, and I'll explain everything. Deal?
Mariner: Deal...
Mariner: Willow... I'm really glad I met you.
Slayerette1: Me too, I mean glad that I met you, glad that you answered my question, and not just because you were the only one either, but because you make me smile. I needed that in my life.
Mariner: Me too... you make me smile too.
Slayerette1: Goodnight Tara... I'll be waiting for your call.
Mariner: Sweet dreams Willow.
Tara closed her lap top, and rested her head on it. How was it even possible to be falling for someone she had never met in person, someone she hadn't even spoken with? She didn't know how it happened, but Willow was definitely in her heart.
by TemperedCynic » Tue Aug 19, 2003 5:48 pm 
Mainer,
I love Taylor. She is so adorable. 
I onder i 
and 
are ging to geto meet? I can't wait to 
more. Update soon, please? 
I think an update is due.
See how you are, with your engrossing tale!
i really love this story keep it comin
