Title: Far but not Away
Author: histchic
Feedback: If you would be so kind
Rating: G or PG right now, I’ll let y’all know if the rating changes
Distribution: Sure, just let me know so’s I can visit your fine site.
Disclaimer: Joss/ME owns the Buffyverse, all original characters are mine.
2nd Disclaimer: Thoughts in italics.
3rd: Disclaimer: I have changed some things since this was posted on Beta Pens, so any mistakes are mine. Much thanks to Hemiola for all the culture references.
Summary: Willow and Tara meet through the Summers’ family right before World War Two. After Pearl Harbor, they enlist and meet various others throughout the war.
PROLOGUE:
Tara quietly poured a cup of coffee into her mug, then sitting at the oak table, letting it warm her hands. Though she enjoyed the week every summer when Denise would stay with her and Willow, their 7 year old granddaughter was also quite the ball of energy. Willow sat across from the blonde, completely engrossed in her Sudoku puzzle. Looking up, she noticed Tara watching her with a half-mouth smile.
Willow’s cheeks soon matched the former color of her hair, before the gray strands had begun their invasion and conquest of her fiery mane. Setting the pen next to the finished puzzle, Willow caught a human-shaped figure hiding behind the counter. Winking at Tara, she said, "I guess we'll have to go ahead and start breakfast since Denise is sleeping in."
As Tara rose to start cooking, she saw the young brunette run out from behind the counter. "Granny Tara, don't start without me! I wasn't asleep, I was hiding behind the counter."
Orbs of azure twinkled with mirth. "Were you trying to spy on your grannies?"
Later that afternoon, the three stepped into the attic, awash in its hazy dust. Their mission was clear, to find the Mexican Train dominoes. Ever since Denise had been taught the game by her grandmothers, it was requested during each subsequent visit. The domino set wasn't used much at any other time, so "Can we play Mexican Train?" came to be a euphemism for an excuse to go play in the attic with a round of the game at the end.
White filing boxes lined the east wall, each neatly marked in Willow's hand. Each stack was categorized and alphabetized, so there really wasn't much in the way of pure discovery. The little girl started with her favorite box, the one that held all of the old Halloween costumes from years past, pulling out the witch costume her mother had worn at her age.
However, there was a little brown box next to the large oval mirror in the corner with a box under it labeled "Correspondence", in a place that seemed almost forgotten. Almost. Denise hadn't remembered ever seeing it before during her previous visits.
"Grandma Willow, why doesn't that brown box have a name?" She asked, pointing to it.
Again, orbs of azure looked to Willow, now in conjunction with Denise’s henna-colored eyes. Tara's father had died 3 months prior, and she and Donnie had gone through his estate, packing the letters and documents into two separate boxes.
"That box belonged to Granny Tara's Daddy." Willow explained, though her voice was quiet.
Denise remembered her Great-grandpa as a quiet man, with lots of wrinkles and all of his hair had moved from his head to his nose. He was usually in his brown recliner, reading. If it was a paperback book, she could crawl into his lap and read with him, though some of the words she didn't know. If it was the paper, she'd stand in front and read the other side until he lowered it and asked with that deep voice, "How are ya kid?"
Tara cleared her throat, hoping the tears could stay out of her eyes. They would, for a time.
The young girl knew her Granny was sad. Maybe exploring would cheer her up. "Can I look through the other box?" Two green eyes pleaded with blue. After a moment's consideration, the blonde (the inevitable gray hadn't invaded her head yet) nodded.
Just posting the prologue for now, to see if there is any interest. Hope y'all enjoyed reading and have a great day.
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