Title: There's Only Today
Author: Hers Always
Feedback: Yes please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except for ones that I added, but I own none of the Buffy based characters. Just using them for some self espression. Don't sue.
Summary: Tara is sick. Can Willow deal, or will she slip away?
Note: I currently do not have a beta for this story. If anyone would be interested, message me. I hope you enjoy. All mistakes are mine, I hope they don't detract from the story.
The only word that Tara could come up with for a place like this, is “sterile.” I wish they would put a picture up on the wall, or something besides their diplomas and awards. I mean, it’s nice that they have diplomas and awards, ‘cause I don’t want a doctor who doesn’t have a diploma. But maybe a picture or something between…oh god, I’m channeling my Willow. I hope everything is okay. I know I should’ve told her why I was going to the doctor…or that I was going to the doctor, but I just, I’ve been going for years, and it’s always the same. I just get some tests, after a couple of weeks, they call me and tell me I’m fine. Except, they called me to set up an appointment. Maybe it’s just precaution, or a new policy. Oh Goddess, Willow is going to kill me. Tara then realizes with heart wrenching sadness, If I don’t die first.
“Uh, Ma’am. Can I help you?” The young receptionist gives Tara a strange look. She’s just been standing there for about five minutes since she walked in.
Finally taken out of her internal dialogue, “Uh, yeah, sorry. I h-have an appointment. Tara Maclay, M-A-C-L-A-Y.” Out of pure habit, Tara spells out her last name for the clerk.
“Okay, thanks. The nurse will come get you in a few minutes.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Tara walks over to a chair in the waiting room and picks up a four month old magazine off of the table and begins to read. I really hope I’m okay. I hope Willow doesn’t leave me. Oh, Goddess, what if she leaves me? I don’t know if I can take surviving alone. Huh, Surviving. Not living. Surviving. Okay, no more negative thoughts. Just think about going home today and doing something really romantic for my girl. Maybe I’ll get some roses. Yellow. She likes yellow roses. Hmm. Oh and I can make spaghetti. I’ll make my homemade sauce and garlic bread. I’ll have to go and get some wine though, my Willow loves wine with spaghetti. Okay, just keep thinking about spaghetti and not the other thing. Oh god. I can’t wait to get to my car and cry. Holy cow, how long until I go back there? Few minutes my ass, it’s been almost an hour and a half.
Finally, about 5 magazines and an hour and a half later, Tara hears her name being called. Awe and I was just getting to the good part. Tara picks up her things and places the magazine on the table before she heads towards the nurse.
“How are you today, dear?”
“Well kinda worried, but alright I guess.”
“Okay, well let’s get your temperature, your weight, and your blood pressure.” After a few minutes, the nurse finishes and takes Tara to a room and leaves her until the doctor arrives with the test results.
The doctor is a handsome man, in his mid-thirties. He has neatly cut brown hair and very blue eyes. Tara looks at his eyes, at the skin wrinkled around them, more importantly the fact that he is looking everywhere, but at Tara. Then she knows. He does not even have to say anything. It’s back. It’s back. Tara grabs the garbage can on the floor and proceeds to vomit.
After Tara is finished, the doctor wets two paper towels in the sink. He gives one to the frightened blonde to clean herself, and places the other on her forehead. “Are you alright?”
Tara musters up a weak smile, “Well that depends on the news you’ve got for me.”
The doctor looks down, “Tara, I’m sorry. But you are no longer in remission. The cancer is back.”
After that, Tara’s world turned black.
I dare anyone to read this part and not get teary. I dare ya. 
I'm liking this fic more and more, dude.
