Title - My Side
Author name - EndoraVolk
Email Address -
mirror_strangers@hotmail.comRating - NC-17 just in case things get rough
Disclaimer - I don’t own the 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' characters, they belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Feedback- of course, I'd like some feedback.
Summary- This fic is about the beginning of Willow and Tara's relationship seen from Tara's point of view. You could say it begins in 'Hush' and then goes on. It's mostly about things that happened "offscreen".
Notes- I'd like to thank my various muses for the inspiration. AND that I'll also continue my other fic ('Aftermath').
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Alright, then. Without another word, we began preparing the spell. I told Willow that we should sit on the floor (of course), one in front of the other. We also needed a potion, which I began preparing right away, with the book on my lap to get all the ingredients right. If I forgot the “urgentness” of finding out where was the real Buffy, I loved what was happening; Willow and I, acting all professional, about to do a spell. She kept a serious face, and went to close the curtains right away. As I said earlier, I kept the curtains open, that way I could always look at the moon and enjoy its glow, but this was the most endearing and dangerous spell we had ever done; we couldn’t let anyone see a radiance of green light or whatever coming out of my room.
The potion was ready, I was glad that I had all the ingredients in my mother’s trunk, although I made a mental note to go to the magic shop for refills.
“Willow?”
“Yeah.”
“Come, sit down. We have to put this on you… the potion.”
She nodded, sat down in front of me, and did just what she said: trust me, while I dipped my finger in the potion and smeared a drop on her forehead, lips and chest. I didn’t know what to expect, what would happen with this spell, but I was anxious (but eager) about doing it with Willow. We made ourselves comfortable on the floor, agreed when to start with a nod, and began chanting the words to the spell. “The inward eye, the sightless sea, Ayala flows through the river in me”, sounded like a song, like a poem, and we got lost inside it very easily. We concentrated together and attuned together effortlessly, as if we were one person.
My hand traced half a circle around me on the floor, and Willow did the same, forming a complete circle around us, a circle of light. We were inside. As soon as the circle closed, I began to notice the intensity that I warned Willow of, and saw that she was feeling it too. It was harder to breathe, and very hot, as if we had been locked inside a tiny oven of a room, with our breaths doing the rest. And Willow was to go further, while I had to be an anchor for her, and stay there, to link her with the physical world.
We lifted our hands and touched, palm with palm. The circle of light began rising, which meant that Willow was going to go. I looked at her, trying to tell her with my eyes that I wouldn’t deceive her, that I would hold her; but Willow was already leaving, her breathing getting heavier and heavier, and a blur of sweat glistening her skin. The same was happening to me, while I tried hard not to let go of Willow but keep her going at the same time. She was about to enter the Realm. Now. Willow felt it in all its intensity, while I felt a shadow of it. It was like leaving your body; I knew Willow wasn’t in charge of hers anymore. She fell back on the floor, her head making an exact contact with the cushion I had left there (because I knew she wouldn’t bear it sitting down), and moaned, entering the Realm.
Of course, I couldn’t enter it with her, I was the anchor, so I waited and closed my eyes to help my concentration. I could breathe easier now, even if it was still heavy and hot. Willow lay there, with her eyes closed, not really here, not in my room. I hoped she could find Buffy. After a while, the ring of light lowered back to the ground and evaporated, and Willow’s hand opened, Buffy’s ring rolling out of her grasp. The spell was over, Willow was back to her body.
I uncrossed my legs and crept towards her. She looked asleep out of tiredness, but I had to wake her up to make sure she was alright and to know if the spell had worked. I placed my hands under her shoulders and pulled her to a sitting position. Her head dropped on my shoulder and her back was against my breast, my hands holding her by the waist. Wow, this closeness again… I shook my head and concentrated on waking her.
“Willow?” I whispered, her ear close to my lips.
Her only answer was a groan, like a kid to his mother when it’s time to wake up for school.
“Come on, you have to wake up. Willow, you hear me?”
“U-huh” but she didn’t open her eyes.
I stroked her red hair and just looked at her, wanting to tell her that she was beautiful. The spell was over, I couldn’t look at her and act professional. This was my Willow. I hadn’t told her that I loved her, but I did, and I had told her that I was hers. All hers. And I had never felt that tingling in my stomach, or that urge to say cute-loving-romantic things to someone. She was like a baby in my arms, with warm skin and soft hair, and I felt like calling her “baby”.
“Will…” I whispered, this time really close, touching her ear with my lips.
Her eyes opened, lazily, rolling and finally fixing on mine.
“Hi” she peeped.
“Welcome back” I smiled “How did it go?”
“I don’t remember dropping on the floor, but it was, wow… Like you said, intense.”
“I meant the Nether Realms business.”
“Oh! Oh yeah, you wouldn’t believe who’s…” she suddenly reacted “Could you help me get up?”
When I had pulled her to her feet, sat her on my bed and gave her water, she explained. Thanks to the ring, she had found Buffy’s body very easily but, as expected, the real Buffy wasn’t there, so the ring took her away and they finally found her in… Faith’s body.
How did Faith do it? Willow said that Faith was only a Slayer, that she had no real knowledge about magic. When she was on their side all she cared about was fighting. Either she had learnt, or someone had helped her, but this was a spell, a very serious one.
“I don’t think Ms. Slutbomb has the patience to learn anything that goes further than the handling of a weapon.” Willow said.
“Are you sure?”
“Sure I’m sure. I knew the girl, and you know how she treated you… And she was… you know, in the ‘Bronze’, dancing and drinking instead of patrolling. I must have been stupid not to notice…”
“Willow, listen, if you’re sure that she isn’t familiar with magic… um, then it’s clear, what she did. She had to use some device, something anyone could use. It shortens our search a l-l-lot.”
“You’re right. It could be a… damn, Willow, remember. A… It rhymes with ‘mantra’… Oh! A Katra!”
A Katra… <
>. I flipped some pages of my book. A Draconian Katra spell.
“We can make one” I handed her the book and pointed to the right section.
“It seems deceivingly easy. That’s too bad… I mean, it’s cool, we can get this done right away, but you know, anyone could do this, and it’s dangerous, and…”
Her ranting was adorable. I listened to it while I took out more ingredients, mixed them, and knelt before her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, popping out of her speech.
“The Kantra.”
“Oh.”
I smiled and took her hands in mine, enjoying her confusion. She didn’t know why I was holding her hands. But it was to conjure the Kantra, really. We concentrated and got it over with in a short while.
“Is this it?” she asked, staring at the green modest glowing ball that I placed in a little box.
“Yes, this will be enough, I think… I-I-I hope.”
“We’re the best, you know that? Specially you.”
[I'm writing the next part right now]
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He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
(Friedrich Nietzsche)
I can't wait to see your take on WAY. 
............very interesting! More please. 
.............that was the big 'O' man!! You can't leave us there!! 
more more more more
Willow needs to tell Tara how much she loves her in the morning, then i'll be a very happy kitten! 
