If Your Listening [Things I'll Never Sing Ch 2 (April 9)]

[freakgirl105]

Hee hee hee! I love it! Great update! I can't wait for more!



~Zoë ~

I think God is a callous bitch not making me a lesbian. I'm deeply disappointed by my sexual interest in men. ~Diamanda Galas

[willohand]

But now your going to drive me mad with wil they or wont they say how they relly fel? Will confess her true feelings? Wil ever be brave enough to admit her love? oh man so many questions so many un answered questions.But it will be fun to read the answers. So thanks for the many little updates leading to a big .

Here`s awaiting some more puling of the heartstrings of mine. .

[Missocki]

freakgirl105: Weee! You love it!


willohand: Well, it seems that there has been some wait. (it's been what? 10 days?) However, I think the next two updates will bring us closer to the answers. (Yes I did say two!)

So, now that I'm back home and had some time after finishing my finals, I present Oh Mann... chapters seven and eight!

[Missocki]

Ch 7 (of 9): Two Of Us
Song: "Two of Us" performed by Aimee Mann and Micheal Penn


The past week in LA had been one of the greatest times that either girl could ever remember. Willow only had one meeting on the first day they were there, so the rest of the week was spent just enjoying the city and each other’s company. The initial awkwardness that had fallen on them seemed to slowly fade into the background as they continued to spend more and more time together, becoming as close as they once were. Maybe it was because they were in LA or maybe it was the ‘vacation state of mind’ or just maybe, it was that they learned that being in love with someone doesn’t mean that you stop being a friend to them.
“Do you have everything Tara?” asked Willow as she loaded her bags into her compact.
“Yeah, do you?” she questioned as she shut the door in the back on the passenger side.
“Of course. You ready to hit the road? Well, not literally hit the road cause that would hurt, but, uh, start our drive back to little ol’ Sunnydale?” Willow’s tongue picked though her goofy grin.
“Uh Huh,” Tara climbed in the passenger side, and buckled herself in.
“Good,” Willow opened her door and got in, starting the car and strapping on her seatbelt. “So, what do you want to listen too?”
“Oh, I know! Here,” Tara pulled out a her cd case and thumbed though it as Willow pulled out of the parking lot. “Err, here it is!” She retrieved a mixed cd with the title “Oh Mann…” written in her handwriting in black sharpie. She closed the case.
“Oh Mann? What’s on it?” Willow asked as she got on the highway.
“Oh, it’s just a mix of my favorite Aimee Mann songs. I doubt you’ve heard of her. No one else I know likes her,” she looked down at the disc in her hand.
“Are you kidding? I love her! I mean, I’ve only just gotten into to her. It’s a funny story actually.”
“How’s that?”
“Well, I met her in the taxi I took to your house the night I left John.”
“WHAT?! That’s so cool!”
“Yeah, she actually played a song of hers. I liked it a lot and looked it up on the net and found out who she was. She only gave me her first name, so it was a shock. To find out that she was famous and all.”
“I can’t believe it. I found out about her when she played in the coffee shop that same day,” she put the cd in the car’s player. “That’s just funny.”
“It really is.” Willow cast a warm smile at Tara as Tara forwarded to the seventh track on the mix. The radio cast out a sweet steady tune.

Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone’s hard earned pay
You and me Sunday driving
Not arriving on our way back home

“Wasn’t this a Beatles Song?” Willow wondered aloud.
“Yeah, this is her and her husband, Michael Penn.”
“Nifty.”

We’re on our way back home
We’re on our way home
We’re going home

‘Yeah, we’re on our way to our home. Well, her home, any way,’ Willow thought dismissively as she looked to Tara who had her eyes closed, her head back on the headrest, enjoying the song. ‘I wish it was our home.’

Two of us sending postcards
Writing letters on my wall
You and me burning matches
Lifting latches on our way back home

‘I wish I could just figure out how to tell her how much I love her without ruining our friendship. This week was just so great, but there were so many times where I had to hold back from just blurting it out. I wish my heart would stop screaming at me to tell.’ Tara sighed.

We’re on our way home
We’re on our way home
We’re going home

‘Well, at least we’re going to our home.’

You and I have memories
Longer than the road
That stretches out ahead

“Hey Tara?”
“Yes Willow?”
“Do you remember that time in high school when we thought it was going to rain when we decided to have a picnic?”

Two of us wearing raincoats

“And it didn’t, and we were wearing those big raincoats on the sunniest day all summer?” Tara finished for her.

Standing solo in the sun

Willow nodded as they shared a knowing grin. “Or that time we decided to walk home because it was nice out, and it got so windy all of our papers got blown out of our hands?” Tara added.

You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere on our way back home

“Yeah. You would think your paper on lead wouldn’t have gotten as far as my paper on air pollution. I mean based on subject matter alone!” They both launched into a giggling fit.

We’re on our way back home
We’re on our way home
We’re going home
Their laughter subsided. “Those were some good times, huh Tara?”
“Some of the best in my life.”

You and I have memories
Longer than the road
That stretches out ahead

“What were the others?” Willow asked, her curiosity peaking.

Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing solo in the sun

“The last couple of weeks with you staying with me,” she said looking out of the windshield.

You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere on our way back home

“Me too,” Willow turned to Tara, who in turn, looked back at her, a slow smile spreading over both of their faces.

We’re on our way back home
We’re on our way home
We’re going home
We’re going home

“So Look Out Home, here we come,” Willow said turning back to the road, the smile still on her face.

TBC.....

[Missocki]

Ch 8 (of 9): The Moth
Song: "The Moth" by Aimee Mann


Willow turned from the road in front of her, and glanced over at Tara to see that she had fallen asleep. They had been driving for close to an hour and were a song away from home.

The moth don't care when he sees the flame

‘She is so lovely. So kind and caring, God I want her so much.’

he might get burned but he's in the game

‘I should just come clean.’

and once he's in he can't go back,
And beat his wings 'til he burns them black

‘Even if she isn’t into me that way. It would be great just to know how she feels.’

no the moth don't care when he sees the flame
no the moth don't care when he sees the flame

Tara peeked though her mostly closed eyelids to see Willow glancing looks her way more often than the road in front of them.

the moth don't care if the flame is real

‘Not that that means anything. She’s probably just trying to figure out if I’m awake or something.’

cause flame and moth got a sweetheart deal

‘But if she thinks I’m asleep I can watch her.’

and nothing fuels a good flirtation

‘Man, I sound like a starker. But can I blame me? It’s Willow.’

like need and anger and desperation

‘I need to tell her. Even if there’s just a minimal cause that she loves me too, I have to go for it.’

no the moth don't care if the flame is real
no the moth don't care if the flame is real

Tara pretended to wake up. She stretched and yawned.

So come on let's go
ready or not

“How did you sleep?”
Tara yawned a little too loudly, “Well. Are we almost there?”

cause there's a flame I know hotter than hot

“Yes siree-bob. And I’m glad you slept well. It makes me happy to hear that.”

and with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot
away

‘It does?’ Tara smiled as Willow drove into the outskirts of town and to her home.

the moth don't care if the flame burns low

“We’re here. Would you like me to help you get you things into the house?” Willow asked as they pulled into the driveway.

cause moth believes in an afterglow

“That would be nice.” Tara got out of the car as Willow rounded the back of the car. As Tara turned to the door behind her she bumped into Willow.

and flames are never doused completely

They stumbled slightly, and caught each other, their arms around each other. Willow brought her right hand up to Tara’s face, tucking her hair behind her ear. She held her hand on Tara’s cheek, rubbing the pad of her thumb gently across it.

all you really need is a love of heat

‘Say it Willow! Do it ya Pansy!’ Tara borrowed her face into Willow’s palm.

no, the moth don't care if the flame burns low

‘I love you Willow. See, it’s a simple sentence. Now say it!’ She sighed and locked eyes with Willow.

no, the moth don't care if the flame burns low

“Tara I-” Willow started…

So come on let's go

“Willow I-” as did Tara.

ready or not

They giggled. “You first,” Willow offered a small smile, knowing that she had lost the words that her heart still held.

cause there's a flame I know hotter than hot

Tara smiled. ‘DO IT TARA! DO IT! GO GO GO!’

and with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot

She gulped, “I love you Willow.” Her eyes were wide with hope.

away

Willow’s were wider.

( Still heart me? )

[freakgirl105]

Awesome update! The only thing I don't like are all the cliff hangers! Well, I guess that's probably what has me coming back! D***! Oh well. Do I get to see smoochies anytime soon?

~Zoë~

[willohand]

oh yesss! so you do care to write this excellent 2 chapters.
well you certaintly have made me smile tonight.thanks so much.ummmm
now so how are they both going to handle the great news? oh come on make it so that tara kisses willow or actualy they both lean in for that first important kiss...

[Missocki]

freakgirl105: I think you will be happy with the next update....


willohand: I did? Go me! You'll just have to wait and see.


As for the update I'm working on it now trying to get it just right. I think everyone will love it....

[WickedReds]

that was evil! but i love this story... reminds me of an old love... hehe

-reds

[Missocki]

WickedReds: Yeah, I know it was a tad evil, however I am now going to fix it!

[Missocki]

Song: Beautiful by Aimee Mann

Ch 9 (of 9): Beautiful

Tara felt the familiar panic rising in her chest. ‘What is she thinking?’

You pulled up and parked your El Dorado

Willow blinked, she didn’t know what to say, and even if she did, she was sure she would mess it up somehow, so she did the one thing that she could. She leaned forward and captured Tara’s lips with her own, pouring her heart into her lips’ hold.

We said “hi” and kissed with some bravado.

Tara shook her head, coming back to the present, as the camera flashed in her eyes.

I got out my camera and was laughing,

She smiled at Willow, grinning at goofiness of her now girlfriend.

Happy it was you I’m photographing.

“What are you grinning at like that?” Willow asked, a similar grin gracing her features.
“Our first kiss,” she replied in earnest.

And we drove to the ferry,

“I’m particularly found of my work too.”
“I love you, you big goof.”

Like the cat and canary.

“I love you too.”

I said, “Baby, it’s scary

“You know I can hardly believe that we’re together,” Tara said, “I never thought it would happen.”
“Why’s that?”

when it’s so beautiful.

“Because you’re too good for me.”

Why does it hurt me to feel so much tenderness?

“That’s not true. You’re beautiful. And Wonderful too.” Willow proved her point with a passionate kiss, wrapping her arms Tara. “Why else would I want to marry you?”
“What?” Tara gasped out, choking on the words.

Beautiful-

“Tara, will you marry me?”

you little wonder, you.”

Six months and several kisses later, Willow and Tara married on a sunny afternoon, and held the reception at the very same place where they had spent many happy hours at, the Espresso Pump.

Maybe then I held your hand and kissed you.

“Now I believe it’s time for the first dance of the night, led by the lovely couple!” Explained an old friend of Willow’s, Xander Harris. “And, the red-headed woman of the hour has a special surprise for her wife, Willow, get your woman on the dance floor!”
Tara playfully hit Willow.

I know once I just hauled off and hit you.

“What did you do?” Tara’s eyes darted around the room, looking for her surprise.

Because I can’t even stand it.

“Look at the stage,” Willow answered vaguely, as she led Tara onto the floor, their white dresses trailing behind them.

Because I don’t want to end it.

The song that was playing in the background got louder and then cut out as the band picked up where it had stopped. Just then a thin blonde woman with an acoustic guitar and a wide smile, walked onto the stage and began to sing.

To be perfectly candid-

“It’s Aimee Mann!” Tara’s curious expression turned into one of amazement.

Baby, you’re beautiful.

“She has a point there ya’ know,” Willow quipped with a wide grin. Tara kissed her as she put her arms around Willow’s neck.

Sometimes it hurts me to feel so much tenderness.

Willow and Tara danced slowly, letting the song cover them, like a blanket, blocking the rest of the world from the two of them.

Beautiful-

“Do you like my surprise?” Willow whispered gently in Tara’s ear.

I wish you could so it, too.

Tara shook her head, “No, I don’t like it. I love it.”
“Are you happy?”

And all I have to do today is make you happy.

“Yes, it’s all lovely, baby.”

The only thing you have to say “it’s all lovely, baby.”

That night, after saying goodbye to all of their guests, family, friends, and even a special guest, the newlyweds checked themselves into the honeymoon suite that was a gift from Willow’s other best friend, Buffy Summers.

Late that night we checked into the Bellevue.

Placing their suitcases in the room next to the door, Willow grabbed on to Tara locking their souls together in an all consuming kiss.

Held you close; but, baby-

They pulled apart, but still held on to each other as closely as they could. Tara tried to speak to tell Willow how she was feeling, but the words just wouldn’t come, because there were no words.

couldn’t tell you.

“I know baby, I know,” Willow breathed out slowly. Slowly they undressed, removing everything, save for their undergarments.

And we stayed in our Calvins,

They lay down on the bed face to face, lost in the moment and the feelings crashing though out their souls.
“Willow, am I still your best friend?”
“No, you’re my everything.”

And we swore we’d be best friends,

Willow ran her hand through Tara’s hair, enjoying the feel of it in her fingers.

And I looked through the zoom lens,

“Beautiful,” she let out quietly, a thought that was just so strong it had to come out.

and thought you were beautiful…

“What is?” Tara’s eyes, wide and questioning.

Sometimes it hurts me to feel so much tenderness.

“You, silly,” Willow answered with a lazy, content grin.

Beautiful-

“I’m not,” she shook her head.

baby, I’m dazzled by the view.

“No, you are the most amazing thing I have ever seen,”

Beautiful…

“I only wish I had opened my eyes sooner.”

You don’t need to tell me,

“Really?”

I’m completely powerless.

“Absolutely-” Willow paused as she put together the thoughts zooming around her head.

Beautiful-

“It’s just that I wish you could see it too,” she added.

I wished you could see it, too.

“See what sweetie?”

I wish you could see it, too.

Willow sweetly kissed her forehead, and then her lips.

I wish you could see it, too-

Willow pulled back slightly looking Tara right in the eye without skipping a beat, replied-

“Baby, how I see you.”


[center]THE END[/center]

Author's Note: Yup, that was the grande finale of Oh Mann... However it is not the last of these song fics, oh no, my friends. I have many more planned, some sweet, some angsty, and, of course, some that are goofy and fun. Until next time,
Missocki

[freakgirl105]

Yay! got married! I love it! The story is great! I hope to see more stories that have happy ending!!!!!

[willohand]

need I not say more?

[Missocki]

freakgirl105: I'm so glad you agree with me about happy endings! And don't worry you will see more.

willohand: Well, that just makes my day. I'm thrilled that I got you're seal of approval.


As for an update, here's the sitch with this collection of song tales. I have had many ideas, but I can't decided which to go with, so, I have decided to ask you guys, who actually read these stories.

1. Tara sings along with a well known show tune, with interesting reprecussions. This is a funny one.

2. A prequel, of sorts, to "Teenage Dirtbag". Yup, we see Willow's thoughts and feelings about Tara. Slightly angsty, but some major Fluff.

3. The start of a two part arc, involving a setup between the girls by Xander and Anya, in the hopes of helping Tara and Willow find each other, and forgive each other for past sins. Angsty for sure, however, nothing too depressing.

[potential_angel]

They're all really good ideas and you should do them all. but if i have to choose id choose the 1st one. hehe i love comedies but seriously you should do em all. obviously not at the same time.

lol

mel

[cperrins78]

I would love to see the third one done. I love angst.



Christina

[willohand]

I say a prequel to teenage dirt bag with willow thoughts on tara.
UMM DOOR # 2 BOB

[negraoreo]

I say go with THREE!!! There's just something about angst-filled stories that keeps me reading them. Maybe it's cuz they all have happy endings--like they should always be.
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Love is just that precious that it's worth the pain it causes.

[Tarababy77]

I so missed a lot while I was gone, but I'm all caught up now and WOW!!! Great fic!!! The music is so beautiful and fits and works and just adds that touch to everything. And they are married!!! I was so happen when I got to that point. So beautiful... Great job on all your updates and hope there is more soon. Take care. =)

[Missocki]

Well, after counting the votes on this site and another it looks like choice number *drumroll*....

ONE

I'm working on it now, and it's gunna be a hellva thing.
As for the song and/or what's going to happen here's a hint... It takes place on Halloween, so there will be costumes, and the song is from a late night double picture show

As for individual replies, I'll do those later, but many thanks and hugs to everyone who has read and left any feedback! It always makes my day to hear that someone enjoy reading anything I wrote.

[Missocki]

Okay, so I know I said I was going to do story number 1, but since my computer deleted the beginning of it, and my mood is slightly angsty, I've changed my mind and am going to do choice number three, and I'm extending it to four part instead of two. It'll still be Xander and Anya's doing that the two meet up again, but I explain that more with the first part of the story. As a present for those who have been patiently waiting for an update I will give you the title of the song. "Hard to Say" by The Used.

So that's it for now, the story should be written by the weekend. *crosses fingers and knocks on wood.*


Til then
Missocki

PS, I will still write the other stories, so don't worry...

[Missocki]

Author's Note: Yeah, so obviously this isn't up as soon as I said it would be, but here it is the first chapter of a four part little deal. Enjoy!

Title:Things I’ll Never Sing
Chapter One: Hard To Say
Summary: Willow and Tara have broken up due to Willow’s addictions to the majicks. But fear not, Xander and Anya have a plan...
Setting: Season 6 up to Gone. After that, Pfft!
Rating: R due some F-like words and the mention of some boobies and booze.
Song: "Hard To Say" by The Used


“I can’t believe you Xand! I don’t wanna go out tonight!”

“But, WILLS… I know you’re feeling down about Tara and I know you want to get your mind off of your other problems, sooo, I say, we go OUT!”

“But-”

“No buts Will. You’re going out with me tonight, and that’s final. I might not have as good of a resolve face as you, but I know I’m right!” Mustering up as determined look as he could, Xander looked Willow right in the eye. Willow rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Fine! But we’re not going to Hooters! Not like last time.”

“What? I like boobies and so do you, and you know they have the best wings-”

“Xander.” Willow’s resolve face slid into place, “I’ll go, but no Hooters.”

“Wills, I wasn’t going to take you to Hooters away, I just like to give you a hard time about it. I just want to check out this new bar that opened downtown.”

“There’s a NEW bar in Sunnydale?”

“Yeah, it’s the grand opening tonight and we HAVE to go.”

“Oh, really? And what does Anya have to say about all of this?”

“Don’t worry about her, she doing her own thing tonight.”

“When should I be ready?”

“You’ve got two hours.”


‘I can’t believe I’m here, God, I just want to be at home and mope. I think I’ve earned that right, girlfriend leaving me and all…’ Willow’s thoughts were interrupted by Xander.

“Alright, we’re here.” Willow turned her head to look out of Xander’s car window. She laughed disbelievingly.

“There’s no way in frilly heck I’m going in there!”

“Oh, come it’ll be fun!”

“A karaoke bar? Noooo.”

“You don’t have to sing. I mean just because there’s a thousand dollar grand prize for the contest tonight…” he looked to her and saw her glare, “okay, I’m dropping it. But really, this is supposed to be the best bar to ever hit Sunnydale.”

“Well, I do like the name, but it does seem oddly familiar…” Willow got out of the car with Xander noticing all of the people entering the new night spot. In blue neon, the name ‘Something to Sing About’, lit the brick building in a low glow. ‘That’s actually a pretty neat name, I would’ve never thought of that. Not like I can think of any good lately. Well, Tara’s a good, no great thing, but it’s my fault that we’re in this weird no talking thing. Stupid, stupid, stu-’

“Willow? Hello? Anyone in there?” Xander finally got through to Willow, who seemed to go into her own little world. ‘No surprise there, she’s been this way since Tara left. But we’re gunna fix that. I wonder if they’re here yet?’ “Come on!”

Xander grabbed her hand and led her into the bar, it was packed; it looked as if the whole of Sunnydale showed up. Yet, somehow, Xander had managed to get them a table. “Will, you stay here and I’ll get us some drinks, for I am PAY DAY MAN!” He shouted with the gusto of a superhero over the music playing in the background.

“Seriously Xand, do you have to do that every time you buy us drinks?”

“Yes, yes I do.” With that he headed to the bar. Willow looked around the bar and looked over all of the patrons. ‘God, every women in here reminds me of Tara.’ She saw a brunette woman coming out of the bathroom, ‘she reminds me of Tara with brown hair,’ she saw a pretty redhead, ‘she reminds me of Tara with red hair,’ she saw a man with a crooked smile, ‘God, he reminds me of Tara with a penis!’ Then, at a table near the stage, she saw a beautiful woman with long dirty blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and- “Tara?” Willow questioned aloud. She did a double take and realized that it was indeed, her Tara. ‘What in the hell is she doing here?’ she paused, ‘XANDER!!’ Who at that moment returned to the table.

“Your drink m’lady.”

“I can’t believe you did this!”

“What? I thought you liked dirty martinis!” He looked to the aforementioned drinks.

“Not the drink! The Tara!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Tara, over there by the stage!” Xander turned and looked.

“Oh, she’s here too? Hmm. That’s odd.”

“Oh, like you didn’t know.”

“Of course not. Now here, why don’t you take a sip of your drink and-” With that Willow grabbed the glass and drained it’s contents in seconds. Pausing only to take out the olives, which she then ate. “Or inhale it. Whatever. Do you want another?”

“Yes,” she replied distractedly, looking over at Tara.

“Alrighty then.” She saw Tara look towards her and she ducked under the table, hoping that she hadn’t seen her. ‘Can’t let her see me, drinking like a fish. Why did I drink that thing so fast away? Oh, right, Tara with her being her- all hot and all- and me being the reason she’s not here holding my hand or talking to me. I just had to go all black-eyed and kinda evil. I messed with her, violated her, but what can I do to make it up to her?’ Willow smoothed out hair down. She was determined to make it better, but how?

“Willow? Why are you under the table. Last time I checked that’s where all the old gum lives.” Xander’s shoes tapped as Willow looked at the source of his voice.

“Yeah, I was checking to see if a piece of gum I stuck under one of this tables a few years ago is still there, and it is! See that yellowish pink one? Mine,” she pointed to herself as she stood up, straightening out her skirt and blouse.

“You liar! You were hiding under the table because Tara almost saw you.”

“I have no idea what your talking about.”

“Oookay, Will, what ever you have to tell yourself.”

“But I-” Willow’s voice was cut off by the sounds of microphone feedback. She and Xander turned their heads back towards the stage to see a well dressed man tapping the mike.

“Well, well, well, would ya look at all the lovely people here tonight!” The audience applauded, including the standard catcalls as well. “So, as some of you may have heard, we are having a little competition amongst, well, you guys! The rules are simple, the names of those who would like to sing should be given to my buddies over at that table in the back with the sign that says- surprise- contestant sign in! Then when your name is called, go to the DJ and give him the song. And can you guess what happens next?” A lone voice in the audience shouted “SING!” He smiled. “That’s right, you sing, then our judges will choose the winner and that lucky person will win ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!” The audience cheered. “Well, that sounds like we might have some takers! So you have ten minutes to get your names to the judges, and then we’ll call you guys up one by one. So, take this time to do what you need to to get your nerves calmed, like get a couple of drinks from our fine Bar!” The audience cheered once again as the gentleman left the stage.

“He’s encouraging people to drink Before doing karaoke, this is going to be painful.” Willow rubbed her temples feeling the headache coming already.

“Nah, it just makes it funnier! I mean, come on, people losing the ability to speak properly and then trying to sing? That’s brilliant!”

“It’s like watching the rejects from American Idol, live and drunk. This doesn’t bode well.”

“Sure it does! Now here’s you’re drink-” Willow took the glass and took a big swig. “Willow? If you’re going to drink like that, maybe you should pay.”

“What? Oh, no, I Fine, yup, Finey McFine Fine.”

“Do you need a hug?” He offered seeing though that lie.

“I wouldn’t say no.” Xander smiled and hugged his dearest friend.

“I love you Wills.”

“I love you too Xand.” As he let go the room got quiet. The host had made his way back to the stage.

“Well, well, well, it’s looks like we’re going to have a hell’va contest. Our first contestant is- Willow Rosenberg! Willow come on down!”

To say Willow was shocked was an understatement. “Xander, what did you do?”

“Nothing. So, you going to sing?” He asked as the crowd began to chant her name.

“NO! No, absolutely, no! I can’t believe you would-” she paused to take a sip of her drink. “Do this. I-” Willow paused again, and looked around the room and saw Tara. ‘Come on Willow, sing.‘ She heard a voice in her head tell her. She then knew what she had to do. She finished her drink and made her way to the stage. She went to the DJ and gave him her song. The slow beat of the drums and guitars of The Used’s “Hard To Say” began. Willow climbed the stage and grabbed the mike and shakily began-


The singer finished singing and she's walking out
The singer sheds a tear, her fear of falling out


Willow felt tears building behind her eyes, but she wouldn’t let it out.


And it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried


She looked out into the audience and saw Tara looking back at her curiously. Taking a deep breath, she continued.


It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same


She locked eyes with the love of her life, baring her soul, begging for her to forgive her with her eyes.


My worries weigh the world, how I used to be
And everything, I'm cold, seems a plague in me
And it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried


She felt a tear escape and she didn’t move to wipe it away. She turned her eyes away from Tara, knowing if she kept looking, she wouldn’t finish.


It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
It's hard to say I held my tongue
It's hard to say if only
Since you've been gone, it's not the same


As she sang, Willow could feel the memories of her life with Tara flooding over her senses. Walking, talking, hugging, kisses, secrets, giggles, love. God how she missed it. Another tear snuck out.


Worse than the fear it's the lie you told a thousand times before


Willow remembered the lies she told Tara, “I’m okay, Nothing happened, I'm in control of the power…”


Worse than a fear it's the knife


‘Yes, the knife I stuck in her heart, breaking it.’ Willow thought as she continued to pour her heart out.


But it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried


‘It may have only been weeks, but it’s felt like years, long cold, lonely years.’


It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same


‘Nothing’s right without you.’ She thought as she turned back to Tara, now fully understanding what she let slip away.


It's hard to say I held my tongue
It's hard to say if only
Since you've been gone, I'm not the same


‘And I’ll never be the same. I need you.’ She wished she could tell Tara this, but she knew it was to hard to say.


It's hard to say (God, it's hard to say)


‘It’s so fucking hard. Why did I let it get so hard? Why can’t I just tell her?’


Since you've been gone,
I'm not the same



The song ended and Willow wiped her eyes. The audience then cheered madly.

“Thank you,” she whispered into the mike, and left the stage, not daring to look at Tara yet again. She made her way back to Xander, who helped her to her seat. As many in the bar were standing and cheering.

“Good job Willow. Do you feel better?”

“A little.”

“That’s a start. Ready to go tell Tara that that was for her?”

“Not yet.” Any response Xander might have had was stopped by the host talking yet again.

“That was fab, and so inspired! So, I guess we need someone else to do better than that, and I think that’ll be tough. I wonder if our next contestant is up to the challenge. Well, Tara MaClay, are you?”


TBC..........

[tarebear]

Bravo!!! what a great start!

cant wait to find out what tara is going to sing... and i think it's going to be especially for willow... i hope it's something like 'hopelessly devoted to you' or something like that (sorry couldn't think of any other song off the bat hehe )

more soon please!!!!!!


ces

[Missocki]

, Well howdy kittens, it's been a couple of ummm *coughs*weeks*cough* Since I've updated huh? Well, the good news is that I'm going to try to update this story soon.... The bad is that it might take awhile. Last Wednesday night at Rugby practice, I got tackled and landed on my shoulder, effectively separating it. So, that basically means it will take longer for me to type, mostly cause typing hurts, as does lifting my arm to the desk to type. I will update within the next two weeks, but I hope for sooner.

Until then, read more fanfics!

missocki

[Missocki]

Okay, so, it has been a hellva lot longer than two weeks, but I have finally finished this next installment. It's wacky how quickly real life can fly by, especially if you are out of town every weekend, beating people up . But anyway. This is it and I hope that it doesn't disappoint.


Title:Things I’ll Never Sing
Chapter Two: Greener With the Scenery
Summary: Willow and Tara have broken up due to Willow’s addictions to the majicks. But fear not, Xander and Anya have a plan...
Setting: Season 6 up to Gone. After that, Pfft!
Rating: R due some F-like words and the mention of some boobies and booze, and in this chapter, orgasms.
Song: "Greener With the Scenery" by The Used

NOTE: Special denotations 'thoughts', Flashback, Lyrics in Flashback, Lyrics in present time.


[center]Earlier that evening...[/center]


Anya had called Tara that afternoon and begged/dragged her out to the newest bar in Sunnydale.

“Come on Tara, just imagine, you could meet some hot chick and then go have crazy lesbian sex!”

“No! I mean, thanks, but I don’t think an one night stand is what I need right now.”

“Well, how about you come and support me, your best friend, as she sings to win a thousand dollars?”

“Oh, I see, you want to go so you can win some money? Well, okay, I’m come and be ‘supportive’.”

“So basically, you’ll take any drinks I buy for you and sit there with your fingers in your ears?” Tara snorted over the phone.

“Something like that.”


So later that evening, Tara was sitting near the stage in the grand club, waiting for Anya to come back from an unusually long trip to the bar. Taking a deep breath, she began to gaze this new hot spot. ‘Well, the music isn’t half bad,’ she thought as she noted the different framed posters of various people, most with drinks in their hands, singing on stage. She began to hum along to the song playing, still continuing her visual tour of the club, her focus now on the other people who seemed to be enjoying themselves more than she was.


Ah, oh your hair is beautiful


And then she spied Willow. Or at least, the back of Willow’s head. But she would know that head anywhere. ‘She’s here, oh that's just great, I’m brought here to forget her and low and behold she’s here.’


Ah, tonight


She looked up towards the ceiling. ‘Very funny.’ She looked back in time to see Willow begin to turn towards her, looking kind of, ‘Deflated?’ she thought, ‘I wonder why.’ Then Willow’s gaze turned toward her. Tara looked away, but continued to look at her from the corner of her eye. Willow mouthed something that Tara couldn’t make out, before continuing to look around, only to whip her head back around, her eyes as wide as satellite dishes, and her hair fanning out.


Atomic


Tara continued to watch Willow out of the corner of her eye, watching as Willow yelled at Xander- 'Xander? He's here too? I think this is a setup! And I think Willow does too. I can't believe Xander and Anya'-

"So Tara, any future orgasm friends out there?” Anya asked as she handed Tara her drink.

“No, just a former one. Which I’m sure you already knew about.” Tara replied, taking a sip from her drink, ‘Oh, wow, this is tasty.’

“I don’t know what you mean, but did you just imply that Willow is here? Unless you have some other former orgasm friend you haven’t told me about.”

“No other former orga- can we use a different word like ex-girlfriend or-” Tara paused. ‘Oh goddess, she is my ex-girlfriend. That feels so wrong, unnatural.’ She finished the drink in her hand. ‘I need a drink.’ “I need a drink.”

“Really? Okay, I’ll get you another of the special. “ Anya turned to leave.

“Hold on there missy. Do you happen to know why Willow and Xander are here?”

“Xander’s here?! Hmmm, maybe we could sneak off and-” Anya trailed off as she caught the slightly annoyed look in her best friend’s eye. “or join them, yeah, join them. That’s what I meant.”

“You’re kidding me. Anya, for a former demon, you’re not a very good liar.”

“Hey, I always told the truth as a demon. It’s humans who lie.”

“Like you?”

“Yes, like me. I-” Anya’s eyes widened. “Damn it! Okay, well, maybe I did know that Xander was going to take Willow out tonight, but I didn’t know that they would be coming here.”

“Huh, sure, whatever you say.”

“I do say. So sit tight while I go get you another drink.” Anya left with Tara’s empty glass in hand, leaving her own at the table. Tara shook her head. ‘I can’t believe this.’ She turned to see if Willow was still here. She was, and she was looking at Tara. As Tara turned toward her Willow ducked under the table. ‘Oh great, she can’t even stand to look at me, that’s wonderful.’ Tara sighed and turned back towards the stage as a sharply dressed man walked up on to the stage, taking the mike and explaining the rules for the contest. As he spoke Anya returned with two glasses and set them in front of Tara.

“Here you go. I brought you two, that way I wouldn’t have to make another trip until after the first act.”

“Hey! Just because I drank one really fast doesn’t mean I’ll do it again.”

“No, of course not, I just don’t want to have to get up until after I finish my own.” Anya gave Tara a huge grin.

“Goof.” Tara stated as she took a long sip from her drink. ‘What do they put in this stuff anyway?’ “So Anya, what are you going to sing?”

“Money by Led Zepplin.”

“Why am I not surprised by that?”

“Don’t know.” Anya started to get up from the table.

“I thought you didn’t want to get up for awhile?”

“I do, but I have pee.” With that Anya left and Tara was left, once again, with the nagging urge to sigh at her friend’s antics. ‘Oh well.’ Tara snuck a glance over to Willow to see her hugging Xander. ‘What I wouldn’t give to hug her right now.’ She looked back to her drink, and brought it to her lips. ‘Or other things, like-’ Her thoughts were interrupted by the host speaking.


“Well, well, well, it’s looks like we’re going to have a hell’va contest. Our first contestant is- Willow Rosenberg! Willow come on down!”


‘Oh that’s nice.’ Tara thought as she took another sip. Her eyes bulged as she realized what she just heard. ‘Willow?!’ She choked on her drink, coughing and spraying it all over the table and Anya as she walked up to her.

“Are you dying or something, because that would not be a very good thing.” Anya asked with concern.

“N-no. I, um, just got a shock, that’s all.”

“Why, because Willow is going to sing?”

“Well, yes, actually.”

“I would be to, especially because Willow can’t sing.”

“I-” Tara began, but her reply was cut short by Willow’s singing.


The singer finished singing and she's walking out


Tara was taken back, Willow was actually singing better than she had ever heard her. As Willow sang, Tara couldn’t help but lose herself in Willow’s song, a song which she knew was directed at her. She noted that Willow’s eyes were turning red. ‘Is she crying?’ She thought as Willow’s gaze locked with her own. She saw a tear escape from a green eye, and could feel tears forming behind her blue ones. Willow was now crying and it was tearing her apart. Willow looked back at her, her eyes pleading with Tara, begging for some forgiveness.


It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same


As she continued a look of teary eyed understanding came over Willow’s expressive face. Tara suddenly realized that at least Willow finally understood why Tara had to leave, and Tara finally understood that Willow missed her, but she couldn‘t stop herself from wondering what that meant. Willow ‘s heartbreaking performance ended, Tara clapped heartily, happy that at least she knew that Willow still cared.



[center] Now...[/center]



“That was fab, and so inspired! So, I guess we need someone else to do better than that, and I think that’ll be tough. I wonder if our next contestant is up to the challenge. Well, Tara MaClay, are you?”

“What?!” Tara exclaimed. “I didn’t sign up for-Anya!”

“Okay, so I signed you up. Big deal. So, are you going to sing?”

“Will Tara MaClay make her way to the stage? Tara MaClay, will you please come up and grace us with a song?”

“No Way!” Tara paused as she took a sip of her drink to calm her nerves. “I can‘t believe you would-” She paused, and looked at Willow, “Actually, I think I know just what to sing.” Tara walked up to the stage and whispered the song’s title to the man as she took the microphone from him. He went to the DJ and he shared her song title with him. Tara took a deep breath as The Used’s “Greener with the Scenery” began.


You took it back


Tara looked through the crowd, catching Willow stare.


How could you go and do something like that


‘How could you do that to me, to us?’ She wondered.


My fingernail phase
Worst has got the best of you


‘I asked you to change. Would you? Could you?’


I ask you and I know I need to change


‘If you couldn’t then I would.’


Change


‘I had to.’ A lump formed in the back of her throat, the salty water burning her eyes.


You took it back
You ripped my heart out of my then you put it back


‘Finding out that you messed with my memory hurt so much, still hurts.’


I'm pulling my hair
I let you just a million times
I love you even though it isn't fair


‘And Goddess, how I still love you. Crave you. Need you.’


Run we go around again in circles
Play this game over again
Run we go around again in circles


‘But I gave you another chance. And what did you do?’

You took it back
You ripped my heart out of my then you put it back


‘Broke my heart again.’ The rebellious tears broke through.


I'm pulling my hair
I let you just a million times


‘But I forgave you. Somehow, I forgave you.’ Tara acknowledged, still holding Willow’s gaze.


I love you even though it isn't fair


‘Why?’


Run we go around again in circles


‘However, one question remains-’


Play this game over again.
Run we go around again in circles


‘Can I trust you now?’


You took it back


‘Can we go back, when you had my heart whole and protected?’


You took it back


‘Can you heal it?’


Run we go around again in circles


‘Will we ever be the same?’


Play this game over again.
Run we go around again in circles


‘Do you even want me?’


Circles


‘You sang it, but do you mean it?’



Run we go around again in circles


‘You must have, because I’m singing and I mean it.’


Play this game over again.


‘I really do.’


Run we go around again in circles


‘Can we go back?’


Circles


Whistles and another forms of applause rang out as the song ended. Tara looked away from Willow, looking around at the crowd. ‘Am I done already?’ She wondered as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“My, my, Miss Tara, you are a talented one. You sure gave Miss Willow a run for her money didn’t you? Good job.” Tara mumbled a thank you to the crowd, returning to her seat where Anya was still clapping. “I think what you need is to talk to Willow.” Anya stated simply as she stopped clapping.

“I know, but what do I say?” Tara asked, her thoughts on Willow still confusing, but at least she was ready to confront Willow.

“I also think you already know.”



TBC........