Danie,
You're gonna make me
And you're not the slow one. That would be me. My muse is too slow. Damn thing. Oh well... Thanks for putting up with it.
And that sounds like, "A nude beach is okay."

Hee.... if it involves the girls, it is.
Danie, gosh darnit. Look what you've gone and done. Nude images of those two are now dancing around in my head. It's almost as good as them covered in chocolate. Oh crap... you are just plain evil and I have to go now... to um... well... I have to go away.
Hee... you know I loves ya, my friend.
Jen
Title: Eyes Of The Soul
Author: Jennifer
Copyright © 2002 by Jennifer Johnson Disclaimers: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This is solely for my entertainment. Please do not copyright this story.
Rating: A for angst
Eyes Of The Soul: Chapter 9/?
By: Jennifer
Buffy stood observing her best friend. She was still slumped over, clinging to the lifeless Jaguar in her arms. The Slayer's own tears trickling down her cheeks, due to the events that had transpired. She didn’t know what to do. There was nothing she could possibly do to comfort Willow.
Giles, silently, had been playing the events through his mind. They didn’t all seem to make sense, but he couldn’t put his finger on where the abnormality of their occurrence lay. There was just something nagging at him, saying, “Look deeper. You’ll find the answers.”
He was brought out of his reverie when his eyes caught sight of his Slayer’s shoulders. They were trembling. He knew Buffy wouldn’t be able to keep her cool for very much longer. Pensively, he stepped forward and squeezed her shoulder, once reaching the girl.
“Buffy… why don’t we remove Rack from here and leave Willow alone for awhile?”
With teary eyes, Buffy turned to meet Giles. “Yeah… I so need to get him away from here. I’m just sorry he’s already dead,” she said coldly.
“Now Buffy, that’s no way to… well, I take that back. You do have a point.” The Watcher’s voice was somewhat bitter.
Xander squeezed Anya’s hand, as he removed himself from the porch to see what his friends were going to do. He and Anya had remained glued in place by the front door, not really wanting to get in the way. The carpenter didn’t think he could be of any help anyhow. All he would have done was probably get him self knocked out or worse, killed in the process.
“Xander,” Buffy greeted the young man when he approached. “Will you help me? I want to get Rack out of here. Anya can stay with Will and watch for nasties.”
“Sure. Whatever you need,” he hesitated before continuing. “… But what about…” All he could do was point at the feline.
Buffy looked over at Willow again. She was still a wreck. Currently the redhead was rocking back and forth, crying. “Um… Willow will be okay, I think. She just needs this time. We should let her have it.”
“I agree,” Giles reaffirmed, somewhat defeatist.
“Let’s do this then.” The Slayer, being the strength of the group, walked over to the remains of the Warlock and tried to think of the best strategy to remove him. After blowing out a long breath, she knelt down with her knees and began to deposit the man over her shoulder.
Xander removed his car keys from his pocket and ran to his vehicle to get it started. Once Rack was secured in the trunk, the three of them left the scene.
*****
Anya didn’t know what she could possibly do now. She didn’t understand any of this. Once again, someone had died for no good reason. The ex-demon remembered back to when Joyce had died. Anya had finally come to reason with her head.
‘Joyce died of natural causes,’ the blonde had told herself.
‘I still don’t get why she can’t just get back into her body. It’s just lying there.’In the demon world that was plausible. However, this situation was different. Joyce was a human and her time had come.
“Stupid humans,” Anya muttered and sat down. All she could do was sit and wait.
*****
Willow sniffled and lifted her head. Her eyes were now all bloodshot and swollen from her tears. As she petted the cat’s head, she thought back to all of her times with Tara. The day they met, she remembered it like it happened the day before.
Tara was her angel, her love, and the other half of her soul. She knew from the start that they were destined to be together. It was like something that had been foretold by all the powers known to man. And there would never be a day that went by during which Willow wouldn’t love the other girl in all ways possible.
“Oh Tara… why did you do that? Why did you leave me,” she sobbed. Fresh tears erupted from her eyes and slithered to freedom. Once again, she fell over and wrapped her arms around the Jaguar.
Then, out of nowhere, a sudden sense of peace washed over Willow, filling her soul. It was heartwarming. She had never felt it before. Well, that wasn’t necessarily true. She had known this kind of peace before, but there was only one possible way she could feel it. Tara, but she was gone. Wasn’t she?
“No…” Willow whispered to her thoughts. Lifting her head, she wiped away the salty residue on her cheeks. Looking down, she peered on at the cat. It didn’t appear to be breathing, so how was her peace even remotely comprehendible?
“Tara,” she whispered again. “Where are you?”
The air around her was silent, still; the only movement being that of her own ribcage, rising and falling along with her beating heart.
Without thinking, she opened her mind.
‘Tara, baby, I don’t understand. You’re gone, so how come I can feel you here?’ She shut her eyes and shivered. As soon as the words left her head, she felt them connect.
‘No. I’m not, sweetie. I’m not gone, but I need your help.’The redhead’s mind was awoken by these words. She bolted upright and almost stumbled backwards. The cat was forgotten as it lay on the ground. The calming presence again found its way into Willow’s heart and warmed her from within.
“Tara?” She asked, frightened. Willow remained still in her standing position. Her eyes searching all around and landing on everything but what they were in need of. “Where are you?”
The hacker gasped when she saw one of the Jaguar’s paws kick out, with a muscle spasm. She almost screamed, but somehow was able to stop the noise from coming forth.
Treading forward, she dropped to her knees beside the cat. Her hands reached out and lifted its head. Green eyes met her own. These eyes were glassed over though; they were hollow. No life was present in them.
Gasping, Willow quickly pulled her hands away and stared at the cat. “Green… but your eyes are blue. Tara, your eyes are blue. How come th…” The redhead’s eyes went wide and she jumped to her feet. The truth hit her full strength.
“Amy?” Her voice squeaked. “What is going on?” She practically screamed.
*****
TBC...
Sorry for the evil cliffhanger, guys. I promise to have more soon. Hopefully before the weekend is over. I promise, this will be the last cliff, cliffhanger. Does that make sense?? I hope so.
Thanks for reading.
Enjoy!
More answers in the next update.
Jen
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Edited by: Jennpurr
at: 7/5/02 7:43:36 pm