Hey all!! A big thank you to those who left feedback and those who read.
Very much appreciated! Just thought I’d let you know that Leahwrote most of this part…she typed it all, but didn’t have the time to post it because she’s late for a meeting with a town thingy…so here it is. It’s great I think.
Yay for Leah. *sniffles* She’s growing up so fast.
Anyways……Things are about to get interesting I believe…Title: Tainted
Author: Holly a.k.a Taras Shadow
and Leah - YouGetMe
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, ME, UPN, and other characters belong to me.
Feedback: Yes please, everything is welcome
Pairings: W/T- eventually.
Rating: PG – NC 17. I will give fair warning a head of time.
Summary:
AU Tara loses people she loves at a young age. Now learning to live with the one person she cannot stand is going to be challenging…until she meet’s another one like her…but can they see eye to eye and help each other through life’s demanding ways…
~Part 3b~ The First Time You Came To Me**~~~~**~~~~**~~~***
Tara opened the door and found herself face to face with her red head and the small gash on her mouth. “Hey…come in.” She stepped aside. “What happened?”
Willow shrugged off Tara’s concern, “Nothing.” She smiled and hugged her. “I don’t know how to repay you. I owe you like…my life for this.”
“Anytime…uh, not for owing me your life, but I’d do this for you anytime.” Tara smiled warmly grabbing Willow’s duffle bag. “Come on, I’ll show you to my room.”
“Oh goody, I get to see your room already, I thought for sure it’d be after a couple of dates before I’d see your room.” Willow teased.
Tara stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Willow. “What did you…say?”
“I was kidding Tara.” < Not really but hey…>Willow squeezed the blonde’s shoulder. “So where is this room of yours.”
< Right. She was kidding…my luck, she was kidding…where did she get that cut on her lip? > “Oh r-right, this way. She led Willow up a small staircase and down to the end of the hall.
“Care Bears?” Willow snickered looking around.
“Uh yeah.” Tara blushed. “This house is actually the house I was raised in before I moved to my dad’s. My mom managed to keep up with the payments with the house, and I so don’t want to know how.”
“How is that going so far? I mean, I feel bad for staying here…kind of a bad time…”
“No. I mean, I’m glad you’re here. Things are awkward between my mom and I, I’m just thankful that you’re here.” Tara guided Willow to sit on the bed. “Can I ask you a tiny question though?”
“Sure, what is it?” Willow leaned back on her elbows her hand pulling Tara down with her as she did so.
“You don’t have to answer, but I was just wondering, how come you’re at the shelter?” Tara rolled to her side looking at Willow.
“Talk about tiny question.” Willow laughed and winced as the sore on her lip cracked open a bit. “Ow.”
“Oh…” Tara sprang up from her bed and ran to the bathroom. Sitting back on the bed, she raised the warm washcloth to Willow’s lip and dabbed the dried blood around it. Her eyes locked with Willow’s and smiled shyly. “S-sorry.”
“Don’t be. You never hurt me…but I see you have some stuff that will probably sting.” Willow smirked looking at Tara’s lap, finding a medicine bottle and gauze strips.
“Ah, but you’re Miss Tough, I’m sure it won’t hurt you.” Tara raised an eyebrow and opened the cap on the bottle dipping the gauze inside and leaned forward looking at Willow for silent permission.
Willow smiled and leaned in towards Tara, granting her permission. Feeling the cool medicine hit her open sore; she winced a bit as it stung for a second. < You know Tara…you could’ve just kissed it better. > She grumbled inside her head.
“There we go, I’ll put some more on later…unless you want to do it yourself, that’s totally ok.” Tara placed the bottle on her nightstand and the gauze in the garbage.
Willow studied her, she was completely in like and she had no clue why. Not once has she ever felt like this to anyone before. Not one. She liked to be alone, just her and her thoughts. She didn’t need anybody else in her else in her life. So why is it so hard to be around Tara without wanting to crawl inside and live there forever. “I wasn’t wanted.” She whispered.
“What?” Tara looked at her, not really hearing the small voice.
“I was at the shelter because I really wasn’t wanted by either of my parents. Or so I believe. My dad took off after he found out my mom was having an affair with her accountant. So I haven’t heard from him in a year, my mom never paid attention to me in the first place, so when she picked her new boyfriend over me, I went ballistic.” Willow walked towards the window and looked outside.
“Ballistic?” Tara questioned.
“I was this super whiz kid. I still am, but I never mention it. My grades were high, and I had an obsession with computers. But I threw all that away when I started hanging out with these kids that skipped school all the time.”
Tara sat there quietly for a moment before speaking up. “So your mom sent you here…and by here I mean the Shelter?”
“I put myself there really, I asked for it. This girl I know, who I haven’t seen in weeks, her and I stole some stuff at this store, we got caught and my mom looked at me with the coldest eyes and said, ‘Willow, I’m deeply ashamed though not surprised, what am I going to do with you?”” Willow mimicked her mother. “I told her not to bother doing anything…I was leaving, and now…here I am, all leaving-ish.”
Tara chuckled lightly. “Leaving-ish? Is that even a word?”
Willow turned around and looked at Tara, “It could be young one. You have much to learn about Willow words.” She sat back down beside and brushed long blonde hair off of Tara’s shoulder. “So that’s my story…and I know I can’t stay here for long because they’d look here for sure.”
“So you’re really running away?” The sad voice in Tara was not lost on Willow.
“I’ll try not run to far ok?” Willow pulled Tara close and breathed in the clean smell of Tara; earthy and lavender, sighing she slipped her chin into the crook between Tara’s shoulder and neck.
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Tara and Willow made there way down to the kitchen after talking for a while. Belinda was just getting plates out. “Mom, this is Willow…Willow, this is my mom.” She introduced them for the first time.
Belinda gave a warm welcoming smile, “welcome Willow, are you hungry?” She grabbed an extra plate from the cupboard and placed it on the table.
“Thank you, I’m starved.” Willow sat down at the table.
Conversation at the table seemed to course through Willow and Tara mostly. Talking about the shelter and the little funny stories they would tell late at night. Belinda watched the two interact together, she sat back and let out a small giggle. “Sounds like you two could be the real sisters.” Tara looked at her with a pang of sadness and this did not go without notice on Belinda. “I’m sorry Tara, I just meant…”
“We know what you meant Mrs…” Willow left her sentence hanging.
“You can call me Belinda.”
“Ok…Belinda. It’s just that Tara has lost a great deal of her life. With her father and step-mom killed, then her only comfort runs away…and all I can think of is that Tray must’ve had a good reason to run…her and Tara were so close.” Willow managed to explain everything Tara was feeling. Not going into details, but she grasped the concept. “But don’t worry…” She looked over at Tara and wrapped her arm around the blonde’s shoulder, “I looked after her.”
Belinda looked on without nothing to say. She couldn’t tell if Willow was referring to her, because surely, Tara must’ve said something about her to Willow, they were obviously that close. < I don’t think I’ll ever earn back my daughter’s trust again…and should I really care that much? Not like she’s my real daughter. Michael leaving her after Tara was born because she got pregnant by a different guy… oh well…whose loss is it anyways? >
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A woman, whose hair was a light brunette with piercing blue eyes opened the door to a young lady. The woman looked to be about in her late thirties, but her beauty sure made her look younger. “Hi.” She warmly welcomed.
The younger blonde stood motionless giving a small wave before deciding to use her vocals. “My n-name is Tray-Al…I was referred to hear from the City Hall.”
Those piercing blues eye lit up and a smile appeared on her lips. “Right…come in. I’m Mrs. Summers, but people call me Anna.” < Oh my…the time has arrived…finally. >
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“There you go. You can have the bed.” Tara said smoothing out the covers on her bed.
“Are you sure? I mean the bed you made on the floor looks pretty damn comfortable.” Willow eyed up the small mattress on the floor.
“I’m sure. I don’t even know if I can sleep tonight. So why waste such a comfortable space.” Tara shrugged crawling on the floor and slipping underneath the covers.
“Oh…you’re so sweet.” Willow crawled next to Tara and snuggled close.
Tara let out a giggle when Willow got comfortable. “Will…why are you on the floor?”
“Because I may not be able to get to sleep either…therefore, the bed should remain empty.” The red head tugged her way underneath the same covers and threw her arm around Tara’s waist. “Now I’m comfortable.” She whispered.
“And safe.” Tara whispered back.
“Yes, very safe.” Willow agreed nuzzling Tara’s neck again and kissed it before pulling back. “Are you always smelling so fresh?”
“After my showers yeah.” Tara snickered. She felt Willow’s fingers play with the bottom of her nightshirt.
Willow couldn’t help but be close to the blonde, physically close to her. She’d jump at the chance to touch her or even place a tiny kiss here or there. This side of Willow was not afraid of being so bold, especially since Tara had no desire to shove her away. She needed Tara, like Tara needed her.
“Can you do that again?” Tara asked quietly.
“Do what?”
“Kiss my neck…” Tara blushed a bit.
Willow looked at Tara with amusement in her eyes and kissed the soft flesh again. “Like that?” She asked.
“Yeah.” Tara sighed. < In like with Willow…and I’m not even freaking that she’s a girl…but oh God, she can kiss me anytime. >
“Can you sleep now?” Willow asked resting her head on the blonde’s shoulder, holding her close.
“I think I can manage.”
“Good.” Willow whispered. “Night.”
“Night Willow.” Tara laced their fingers together boldly before drifting away slowly.
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“Mom! Where did you put the lotion again?” A young blonde, about a year younger then Tara came running out of the big bathroom and into the living room area where Tray-Al and Mrs. Summers sat.
“Buffy, come and sit down for a moment. I want you to meet Tray-Al.” Anna Summers said sweetly.
Buffy sat next to Tray and offered her hand. “I’m Buffy.”
“Tray-Al.”
“Oh, pretty name.” Buffy smiled and sat back a bit.
“Likewise.”
“Tray-Al is from New York. She’ll be staying here for a while.” Mrs. Summers said.
“Oh goodie, now I have another shopping buddy. We can totally check out the new sale prices and fashionable stuff.” Buffy bounced with excitement.
“Let’s not get carried away, what if Tray-Al doesn’t like shopping?” Anna smiled.
“Well of course she likes shopping. You’re what…sixteen right?” Buffy looked at Tray.
“Seventeen actually.” Tray-Al whispered.
“Tray had been referred to us and I offered for her to stay. I was hoping you could show her around tomorrow while I go pick up your father from the airport.”
“Sure…lucky tomorrow’s Saturday. Oh, mom, can I take her out now? You know, to the Cali Centre?”
Buffy filled her blonde hair back a bit.
“Not tonight. Tray needs her rest, she came all the way from New York…and I imagine that’s a
long trip from there to here in California.” Anna smiled warmly again. < She has such beauty. >
“Ok, how about I make up your bed in the spare? Then we can talk.” Buffy smiled and jumped up off the couch totally forgetting about the lotion and just fixed on not being the only child for once in the house.
“Why don’t you go freshen up? There are towels in the hall closet, Buffy has extra clothes, you look her size, so you can have a shower.” Mrs. Summers offered. “We can talk later about why you ran away from home.”
Nodding her head, Tray became sad again. < Does Buffy ever remind me of Tara…Tara will never forgive me…never.>
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I don’t work tonight *dances* so party yay! You’re all invited…but it might take you a while to get here
and our house is tiny…
Anyways, off to add a little more on my other fic
~Holly~ and wonderful ~Leah
Show me where to touch youTara-It Ain’t Fickle
Mommy, how come monkey’s can’t talk?-Odette
Edited by: Taras Shadow
at: 12/6/02 1:17:38 pm