Title: Newly Found
Author Name: MusicKitty
Rating: Not really sure where its headed yet, but for now maybe PG-13/R...
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine -sigh- but the story is.
Summary: With the help of Faith and Tara, Willow gets her life back under her control.
Feedback: Yes Please. I really have no idea what I'm doing so, please.
Notes: Lyrics are so not mine... TRUSTCOMPANY!! They kick...
Chaper Uno
She hadn’t really known him that long, to tell you the truth, before he asked her out. He had seemed to be really kind and gentle, but slowly he began to change. It wasn’t immediate or anything quite like that. The first time it happened he actually looked sorry and he promised it would never happen again. Maybe she had believed him, or maybe she was just too afraid to tell anyone. That was three years ago. It had started with the occasional drink, but now turned to the nightly heavy intoxication. She was worried about her friends. What would they think if they ever found out?
“You coming to the Bronze tonight? If you want to I could stop by around 9.”
“I don’t know Buff. I’ll have to see what Oz wants.” She replied as she nervously played with the sleeves of her long sleeved T-shirt. It was perhaps 80 degrees outside. As she cradled her right arm she thought briefly of what went down of a few nights ago.
Oz had walked into the Bronze over an hour late last night. Cordelia and Xander left early and to her dismay Buffy left with Angel. So she stayed, knowing she would be in more trouble if she left. When Oz finally arrived she knew instantly he had been drinking. It was always the same.
He walked up to her and wrapped an arm around her. To anyone that cared enough to pass the two of them a look it would appear to be a perfectly loving gesture. He tightly grabbed onto her arm and roughly crushed her left side into him. She could smell the scent of cheap perfume. He had been cheating on her again. “So who was it tonight? Stephanie, Allison or Monica?”
She knew she would pay, but she didn’t care, cause as long as they were in a public place he couldn’t do a thing. All he could do was issue threats to her. As soon as she issued the question she felt the already tight grip on her arm intensified eve more. She bit her lip to stop her from crying out.
“Oz, man, where you been?” Oz’s friends and band mate came up to their table and sat next to him. Willow hoped his grip on her arm would loosen due to his friend’s presence but that didn’t happen.
“Hanging with a couple friends.” As the conversation between the two drifted to other matters her eyes began to sweep through the crown hoping to see a friendly face. She finally caught a familiar pair of eyes. The girl’s name was Faith. Oz had mentioned her a couple times while drunk, not even bothering keeping his obvious attraction to himself. She was always in the same type of tight outfits, usually with a pair of leather, low riders. There was always a group of guys drooling over her. Even though, at first, Willow had at first found the girl repulsive now found her savior’s presence welcoming. the girl had only started coming to the club within the last month. She would always be there before the redhead arrived and stayed until the girl left always keeping a watchful eye.
Faith walked purposely over to her keeping their eyes locked the whole time. It wasn’t until she reached their table did she give Oz a glance. “Hey, I wanna ask your girl to dance. That okay with you?” She had a kind of warning he eye that dared him to try and say no, but she gave him a smile that would always make him agree to anything.
“What do you say red? Dance with me?” Faith asked offering her hand to the young girl.
“Sure Faith.” She took Faith’s offered hand and followed her to the dance floor. Even though the tempo was fast set Willow wrapped her arms around Faith’s neck with a small wince.
“Thank you,” she said while feeling a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist.
“For what?” The brunette asked curiously.
“For being here.” She passed a look over to Oz, who was watching them with nothing less then a predatory look on his face. “He hasn’t always been this way. He was so nice and sweet when we first met.” Faith tensed in her arms and placed a hand against the cheek she knew to be bruise-free.
Bringing their eyes together she softly informed, “One day he’s going to make a big mistake. One day he's gonna hurt you really bad. Either in where I can see or bad enough to where your in the hospital, and that’s the day I’ll kill him.”
“You can’t!” Her voice was full of fear.
“Why the hell not? After all he’s done to you. There’s so much. Probably a whole lot of shit I don’t even know about.”
“I don’t want you to have to fight me battles. I can handle him.”
“Like you have until now?” She moved her right hand from Willow’s unbruised cheek and lightly grasped her left forearm and watched as the redhead cringed in pain. She placed her other hand along the other arm around her neck. “Please let me do this. I can handle him.”
“I have no doubt about that. I just don’t want you in trouble.”
The song changed slowly. The sound of a lone bass guitar rang throughout the club, accompanied by gentle rhythmic tapping on the crash cymbal. Suddenly an electric guitar become more pronounced with an introduction on the drums. After a couple minutes of guitar and drums the lead singer came out from the shadows and took his position before the microphone.
I feel it eating at me, while you still drown me.
And cross the line over and over again.
It's all around me, now I'm here cause of you.
Willow turned her attention from the band on staged and looked into Faith’s eyes and received a gentle smile in return.
Now I'm falling, I'm falling now cause of you.
Now I'm falling, deeper into you.
Tired of hating myself; I can't let me cross the line for her.
I'm not me when I dream, there's someone else in me.
That I fear cause of you.
Listening to the music, she began to look around her. Her eyes caught those of another. There was the girl who she had seen nearly overtime since Faith started coming. As they stared into each other’s eyes Willow could feel herself getting lost.
Now I'm falling, I'm falling now cause of you.
Now I'm falling, deeper into you.
Everything around her seemed to vanish. All her problems went away. Her relationship with Oz, her friends, even Faith’s arms seemed to disappear. ‘What is it about her.’ Willow had asked herself time and time again. “Oh you’ve taken interest in my Tara.” Faith answered a little loudly making sure she was heard of the music.
‘Her Tara?’ Willow wondered innocently.
I'm not me when I dream; I'm not me when I dream, anymore.
Because of you.
Now I'm falling, I'm falling now cause of you.
Now I'm falling, I'm falling now cause of you.
Now I'm falling, I'm falling now cause of you.
Now I'm falling, deeper into you.
The song cut off and the people gave the band a wild scream of applause. “Yea, she like my best friend, I mean, if you could even call us that.” Faith took Willow’s hand and leg them over to the table, where the timid blonde was trying to make herself disappear.
When the two girls finally arrived at their destination Faith began introductions. “Willow this is my best friend Tara, and Tare this is Willow.”
“N-nice to m-meet you.”
“Same here.” Willow offered her hand to the blonde; afraid she would fall into an endless babble otherwise. When the blonde finally took her hand she raised her eyes to give Willow her first real look into her blue eyes. She couldn’t help wonder if she had seen such a color as perfect. ‘Buffy has blue eyes,’ randomly came into her mind. She wanted to kick herself.
Buffy’s were way different. She knew Buffy’s perfectly. The way the blue and green in her eyes swirled and mixed perfectly. The alwasy made her feel safe when she was with her. Almost like nothing could hurt her. Almost nothing. But these had to be better. A softer blue then the harder ones of Buffy’s. Just looking into them made her feel calm. A smile that, just, made her want to melt. Cute dimples that she found simply adorable.
She looked around her and noticed how everything seemed to slow down. Things weren’t normally supposed to do that were they? That had never happened before. The air felt thick and dry. The air also seemed slightly charged. In the distance she could hear Faith telling them she would get drinks but she didn’t seem to comprehend any of it.
Could this girl be apart of her life? Would she want to be? Would she look at what her life was and walk away. Or would she try to help out of sympathy. Why did she want this girl in her life? She seemed sweet, and maybe a potential friend.
Willow pulled away. Not really knowing why. There wasn’t anything wrong with a hand shake was there? Between friends maybe, but why did this feel different? Faith finally came back with three drinks in her hands. “Sorry that took me so long I kinda got a little sidetracked.”
“It only took about ten minutes.” Willow informed as she checked her watch.
“Then I wasn’t gone nearly as long as I though I had been.” She placed three drinks on the nearby table.
“ Oh dang.” She checked her watch again. “I got to go its way past my curfew. I got school in the morning. I should probably go find Oz, so I can get a ride home. Nice to meet you Tara, and thanks for the dance Faith.” I wish I didn’t have to go home. Oz will be angry if I don’t leave with him. He doesn’t need me and I really don’t want to leave with him, not tonight.
“Stay!” Faith desperately pleaded. Willow looked deeply into the brown eyes. Faith seemed to know the same truth that she, herself, knew. Faith wouldn’t be there to protect her if she left. Here she could protect her.
“I don’t think I should. I mean I got school in the morning and Oz…” She didn’t need to turn around to feel his eyes on her.
Edited by: MusicKitty at: 8/29/04 8:57 am
Love sam xx 
... nice start 
... sorry it took me so long to read it... i've been having issues at home and been doing lots of thinky lately... which isn't me... i don't think... lol... 
Yeah, it really is amazing what you can hide when you feel your forced to. I was gonn ahave the Scoobie gang know, but I felt it would help the relationships between Tara, Faith, and Willow if maybe they didn't know.
This is a very interesting fic. Oz, the bad guy, good, I never liked him too much anyway. Not that he is a bad character or anything but I hated what he did with Willow in the show 
I have a very bad feeling that Oz somehow knows Donnie and this relationship won't be healthy for poor Tara. 
what the hell is this?oh okay you have to continue this.