Fic - Come Away With Me

[justin]

I'm really enjoying this story.



It's a shame that they time in Vegas has been cut short but hopefully the change in location won't put an end to the Willow/Tara fun. Maybe Willow will deal with the crisis soon after she gets back, then they'll be able to continue their vacation in Philly.

I understand, you should be with the person you l-love


I am

[bluewillowwitch]

This is like the best story. I love it . I can't wait to see what happens to & .

[Still Waters Run Deep]

A rhetorical 'why?' as in "why have I missed out on this one until now."



With a title as good as that.



As soon as I saw it I thought a] Norah Jones and then b] must read this.



And of course as with Norah Jones' album, I knew I would'nt be disappointed and sure enough.........



*Norah Jones the best thing to come out of Austin Texas, since Buddy Holly* [one of my mates, normally big with the RocknRoll]

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love and kisses

Still Waters



..... *Happy to be Willowhand....well, would'nt you be?......

Edited by: Still Waters Run Deep at: 1/25/03 8:51:24 am

[Kieli]

Justin! Well hello, my good man! Good to see that you could take time out of you mod duties to come read. There's a story behind this fic so remind me to tell you someday Alas, though, their vacation is over for now....no worries though I'm workin' on it



BWW: Hey, welcome to the Pens! I'm happy you stopped by for a look...it will be wrapping up soon, I promise.



SWRD: LOL! Well you know, you've been so involved with catching up on the updates, I think I might have just flown under your radar a bit (there are so many really awesome stories here that I too tend to miss a good one now and again). Tell your mate that he's right...Norah Jones is one of the damned few good things that come out of this godforsaken state I live in. *sigh* She's worth the pain and agony of being here though

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Secret Senses"

[Still Waters Run Deep]

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Norah Jones is one of the damned few good things that come out of this godforsaken state I live in. *sigh* She's worth the pain and agony of being here though

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Is'nt Michelle Shocked from Austin also?

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love and kisses

Still Waters



..... *Happy to be Willowhand....well, would'nt you be?......

[Kieli]

I think so..but I've not really listened to any of her music so I can't say if she's any good or not. Lyle Lovett is also from this state and I really can't say that his music moves me very much

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Secret Senses"

[tiredsoul]

And so your writing has led me here …



And I was happy about that.



Then I shamefully realized that I lurked through like the first eight chapters of this story. Eek! But to make up for it, I read it all again and wanted to say that this story is awesome. I love the way you’ve portrayed both Willow and Tara in this setting. It’s great to see them mostly somewhere other than in the midst of the hellmouth (and out of ME’s hands).



This last chapter was great. You can’t go wrong with Vegas (except the traffic of course) and Tara's singing voice. A telling last line.

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"Ask and ye shall receive."

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So does that mean that I can ask for the next chapter and I’ll receive it? Is that how it works?



--celia

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The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

Edited by: tiredsoul at: 1/27/03 5:12:09 pm

[justin]

Yay an update



Las night I saw the ep of Angel where they go to Vegas to see Lorne. All the time while Lorne was singing I kept thinking how much better it would have been if it had been Tara singing, like in this story.

I understand, you should be with the person you l-love


I am

[Kieli]

Hey Justin! Could you just imagine Lorne playing piano and singing a duet with Tara? THAT would've been worth the price of admission right there!

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Secret Senses"

[Kieli]

I know I know....it's been fuhEVAH and I keep getting distracted! But alas, here is the second to the last chapter for our girls. It's short mostly because my Stich came back to be naughty for a bit. I WILL wrap this up soon...honest...truly....yep


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Willow sat staring vacantly out of her office window as the early evening sun bathed the Philadelphia skyline in a dusky orangish hue. She'd been trying for hours to pay attention to the pile of project reports on her desk but eventually gave up after a few fruitless attempts at concentration. It had been four months since she last saw Tara and the pain of not being able to be with her was gnawing at her sanity.

Their short-lived trip to Vegas ended with a rather tearful goodbye at McCarran International. Willow had asked Tara if she would fly back to Sunnydale to take care of a few things for her parents and the blonde readily agreed to do so. Little did they know, what was supposed to be a two-day deal would turn into a six-week nursing assignment. Sheila Rosenberg had lapsed into a state of near catatonia as a result of the lingering effects of PTSD that left her virtually bereft of her ability to communicate. Tara stayed on to help take care of the Rosenbergs, lovingly attending to their needs as if they were her own parents. Willow's eyes misted with gratitude when she thought of how much Tara had sacrificed to help them. When the clouds of depression finally lifted from Mrs. Rosenberg, Buffy, Xander and Anya told the blonde that they would be able to take over the watch and for her to go home.

"You have a career to get back to," Buffy had noted seriously one sunny day while they had gathered to have lemonade and a barbecue in the Summers' backyard. "Besides, I'm sure Willow misses you a lot. It's been a while, far longer than I think either of you had anticipated.

"I know. Willow sounded so down when I talked to her last," Tara conceded, absently stirring her sweating glass of iced tea with a swizzle stick. "I think her boss is driving her nuts. Her officemate, Becca, told me that she was practically chewing on the furniture after one particular project meeting."

"Just seeing that would've been worth the price of admission," Anya snorted, deftly hooking her wandering son with one foot while managing to change little Sara's very chocolate stained blouse. Everyone nodded in amused agreement. Later that evening, Buffy helped Tara pack and drove her to the airport in L.A. For Tara, leaving was both a sad and joyous occasion. Willow's friends brought her into the fold and made her feel loved, like the family she never had when she was growing up. She tearfully hugged Buffy goodbye and stepped aboard the plane.

For Willow, that was an eternity ago. It seemed that, no sooner had Tara returned, she had to leave again. They had only two weeks together before her lover had to hit the university lecture circuit. She was coming up for tenure soon and needed to add a bit more padding to her vita. Between the late-night long distance phone calls, the instant messaging and emails; one would think that they had never truly been out of contact. But nothing could ever come close to the electricity that they generated when they touched, skin-to-skin, heart to heart. Willow was feeling the need for Tara's touch most keenly on this day, the day when the software development project she and her team had been working on for the better part of the year would finally be over.

She smiled briefly, recalling how excited and thrilled Tara had been when she'd gotten a huge promotion as a result of her successful hat trick that saved the project. "No one deserves the success more than you," the blonde enthused the night Willow received the news. But the tidings that evening were bittersweet. It was then that Tara had hesitatingly told of her speaking engagements around the country. Oddly enough, Willow hadn't complained.

"Do what you need to do, baby," the redhead had encouraged her. "Just come home to me in one piece." In truth, there was a lot that Willow had on her mind, things she needed to sort out. Most of all, she needed to figure out where her relationship with Tara was going. Though her mind was focused clearly on her intentions but her heart, well it just might lead her into doing something rash. Something that may not really be good for both of them. Their last night together was spent trying to love away the ache of sudden loneliness from each other's hearts.

What was that quote she'd heard once? "Love is the primary magic of the soul…it keeps pieces of ourselves from being scattered by the winds or lost among the stars," she murmured in the silence of the room. The black D-term phone on Willow's desk buzzed insistently, pulling her out of her melancholy thoughts. With a long-suffering sigh, she pressed the glowing red button. The line that lit up was Becca's and she wasn't quite in the mood for her friend's forwardness.

"What, Becca?"

"What, no love for your best mate? I'm shocked," she drawled with a bit of her East End accent showing through. Willow detected a bit of snark in her tone and wasn't having any of it.

"Not now, Bec," she snapped.

"Right, right…well I thought you would like to know that whilst you were off saving Cole's ever-loving arse in the stakeholder meeting this morning, a certain lovely someone left you a message. I didn't trust that little tart of a secretary you have to give it to you so I took it meself. Now aren't you just all better now?" Becca replied winsomely.

A sudden flush rose in Willow's cheeks and she was thankful that her close friend wasn't sitting across from her just now. She took a deep breath to try to keep the excitement from her voice.

"What did she say?" Willow could practically see the broad grin spreading across Becca's face on the other end of the line.

"Hmm…I dunno. I think my handwriting is a little off. It might get better if you were to buy me lunch tomorrow."

The redhead groaned inwardly, knowing that she'd been conned into taking her to lunch for the fifth time this week. "Fine, FINE!" she said through clenched teeth. "Has anyone ever told you that you haggle worse than my mother?"

Becca's evil cackles filtered through her earpiece. "See you at noon then, luv. I'll drop off Tara's message in your inbox. And don't forget, we're going to that Greek place over on South Street again. They've got the best souvlaki and dolmas in town!"

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Tara stepped off the train at 30th Street Station into the massive throng of early evening commuters pushing to board the passenger car she left behind. Normally, she would have avoided rush hour like the plague. However, her flight from Charlotte landed at Philadelphia International Airport surprisingly ahead of schedule, much earlier than she had planned. She'd rung Willow's office earlier that morning to let her know that she would be back that afternoon but Becca had picked up her line to say that Willow was in a meeting and that she would give her the message. Tara wished that her flight had not been so ridiculously early. Now she would have to either stay in the city until Willow got off work or brave the usual crush of people on the R5 and head home to deal with unpacking. Fishing her flip phone out of her carry-on, she dialed Willow's voicemail to leave a message. The blonde smiled warmly when her lover's chipper, pre-recorded voice flowed across the telephone lines.

"You've reached Willow Rosenberg with Lockheed Martin Software Engineering Group. I'm either away from my desk or on the other line. Please leave a message with your phone number, date and time you called and I will get back to you. Thanks!"

"Hi baby. I'm back in town much earlier than I thought. I'm going to head home to dump my bags and maybe take a nap. Call me when you get in. I love you!"

She closed the phone and shoved it into her coat pocket. After giving a quick glance around the rapidly filling station, Tara decided she was just too tired from the trip to deal with the haggard people and well-worn seats on the R5. She hailed one of the several waiting taxis near the entrance to the building.

"Where to, miss?" the driver asked her in a clipped foreign accent.

"Newtown, please. No rush." She settled back into her seat and closed her eyes.

The driver glanced appreciatively into his rearview mirror at his fare. She shook his head, marveling at how lucky he was to have a polite and, above all, beautiful fare. Pulling down the red flag on his meter, he began whistling to himself. He decided he just might enjoy this ride after all.



ETA: I caught a little bit of time discrepancy in this update so I went back to change it. Cheers!
Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Secret Senses"

Edited by: Kieli at: 6/12/03 1:18 pm

[TromDeGrey]

Yay!! Update, but four months?!!? Gack! That's some serious love! Can't wait for more.

"The person who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the person doing it."

Chinese Proverb

[The Rose24]

Yikes!!!! Willow and tara have been apart for fourth months. I know they are going crazy without each other. Please let them see each other and spend some quality time together soon

Edited by: BytrSuite at: 2/7/03 7:00:00 pm

[ExtraFlameyWT]

TONI!! *runs into thread, out of breath* YOU UPDATED! You have made me such a happy kitten today! Anyway, the update was wonderful, as usual...but what is up with the weird cab driver? Eep...he is kinda scary. Great update, none the less...



Can't wait for more!!!



Aimee

It's hard to be precise, though. Alternate universes don't stay put. Sending him to a specific place is like, like trying to hit a puppy by throwing a live bee at it. Which is a weird image and you should all just forget it.-Willow in Triangle

[Kieli]

Ack! My poor peeps! Y'all worry too much Some people give me a hard time about not having enough time pass. You guys are upset because it's too much! But there is a reason, rest assured. Love is one of those things that you need to be sure of in order to feel comfortable with it. Long distance relationships suck but if your love can survive it (at least for short periods of time like this one), then I believe it's meant to be. I spent close to six months away from Diana when I was stuck in NC while she was here in TX (I was still locked into my contract with Lockheed Martin at the time). We made it. I don't know how but we did. It was my model for this last update.





Trom: Wow...here I was waiting for you to give me a hard time Just teasing. I'm happy you've stuck with me.



Rose: *hands her a hankie* Please don't cry, luv. Smoochies in the next update, I promise



Aimee: Hey sick child! *hugs* Happy to see you're alive enough for an update. Ohh don't worry about the cabbie. He's just a man who appreciates beauty (and who wouldn't appreciate looking at Tara?! )...and there isn't a cabbie in the whole damn city of Philadelphia that speaks English! Well...at least not well. I could tell you some real cab horror stories.



I'm happy you guys have been patient with me. Makes writing all worthwhile!

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Secret Senses"

[ExtraFlameyWT]

Heh...of course I'm alive enough for an update! Okay, I see what you mean about the cabbie...that's what I was thinking at first, but then, you know...I started to think too much. *sigh* I need more sleep.



So, more soon?



Aimee

It's hard to be precise, though. Alternate universes don't stay put. Sending him to a specific place is like, like trying to hit a puppy by throwing a live bee at it. Which is a weird image and you should all just forget it. -Willow in Triangle

[Kieli]

Hey Steph! No evil kidnapping of Tara plots I promise!



Aimee: Yep, more soon. Maybe Monday or Tuesday *keeps her fingers crossed*

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Secret Senses"

[Penrose Orleans]

Yay-- a wonderful update of a wonderful fic! This part was especially touching because it was so normal- stressful, difficult, but definitely REAL... it made me happy! Thanks for writing this great fic, and I can't wait for more of your writing! -Nora

"The sound of laughter is like the vaulted dome of a temple of happiness."



"No matter how much we scorn it, kitsch is an integral part of the human condition."-Milan Kundera

[nika]

An update! Yay!

[ExtraFlameyWT]

Is it Monday or Tuesday yet?



Aimee

It's hard to be precise, though. Alternate universes don't stay put. Sending him to a specific place is like, like trying to hit a puppy by throwing a live bee at it. Which is a weird image and you should all just forget it. -Willow in Triangle

[Kieli]

Aimee you smarty pants. It's been longer than Tuesday...but fear not, as I was driving through that great expanse that is the outskirts of Amarillo yesterday, I got a chance to work through the final chapter. Now if I can only get my fingers to do their magic (not THAT magic, good lord where are your minds?! ) then I'll have it done.



Cheers!

T.

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Secret Senses"

[ExtraFlameyWT]

Hehe, Toni, you have made me SUCH a happy girl right now... Can't wait for the update...



Aimee

It's hard to be precise, though. Alternate universes don't stay put. Sending him to a specific place is like, like trying to hit a puppy by throwing a live bee at it. Which is a weird image and you should all just forget it. -Willow in Triangle

[Kieli]

LOL Well I can't wait for the update either

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Secret Senses"

[ExtraFlameyWT]

Seriously, Toni...I'm dying here without an update. I miss this fic...And I mean, if even YOU can't wait for the update...does that mean there is one coming? *crosses fingers and hopes*







hehe, sorry...i just found that ghost amusing...*shrug*



I think I shall sit here and wait for an update.







Aimee

It's hard to be precise, though. Alternate universes don't stay put. Sending him to a specific place is like, like trying to hit a puppy by throwing a live bee at it. Which is a weird image and you should all just forget it. -Willow in Triangle

[Washi]

Can I just say I freakin' love this fic? It's just great. I read ur other fics, and they all rock!

I'll be waiting for the update.

[Cindy Lou Who]

K:



Can I say that you crack me up?

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LOL Well I can't wait for the update either.

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I remember reading in one of Stephen King's forwards to a story collection (regarding "The Mist" I think) that he was quite innocently grocery shopping with his son when his muse "shat upon {his} head." It's one of fave novellas of his so it seems to have paid off. Since I adore every single one of your fics *without favoritism* I have one piece of advice:

GO SHOPPING!!!

I love you for laughing at yourself and making me laugh when I really needed to. And I really miss that voodoo that you do (so well).



...Sue

[Kieli]

Now Sue, I'd have thought that you knew my name now instead of my handle



Heh, see now I've decided to take your advice so....we're headed off to Santa Fe, NM on holiday until Tuesday night. Shopping, skiing and of course gambling! Much fun to be had provided we don't get snowed in.



I wish I knew if you wrote fic because I have a sneaking suspicion that you do and I've somehow missed them . I'm an idiot, we know this. Much love to you, Sue and thanks for putting up with me.



Cheers!

Toni

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Secret Senses"

[Washi]

Toni, I reread the whole fic again, and well, I was wondering when you were gonna update, and if you were going to finish it. It'd be completely cool if you did. Thanks for this.

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"See? I've mastered this tact crap." Anya in Tears Of The Goddess by Lisa

[WillowMcclay6]

Hey there! I just caught up with this fic. I put on some Norah Jones and read through it, loving it all the way!! I'm begging for an update.

[Kieli]

Good lord, I go away for a month and see what I miss??
Washi: I'm gettin' there, sweets. God knows, I'm trying to get my muse to stop cavorting with other authors.
Willow: Coming soon, dear. I've promised a certain someone as well.

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I decided that Xita might flay me if I double posted so....I'm just editing this one. Hopefully this update isn't too much crap...thanks to Grace for letting me know what she thought and to Rona for being an excellent sounding board. Cheers!

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CHAPTER 12b – I Want To Love You Out Loud

Willow giggled hysterically at Becca’s hilarious imitation of their rather anal boss as Becca drove home through the bustling and lively Old City section of Philadelphia. Sometimes the English woman had the tendency to totally drive her mad but there were times when she knew just what to do to ease her mind.

“You know, luv,” Becca drawled lazily. “This whole ‘stuffy supervisor’ bit is starting to be too much old hat for you. That could be a problem, “ she finished with a smirk.

“Well I don’t see you complaining when I get Cole off your back for being snippy with him,” Willow huffed, a slight pout on her slightly tanned face.

“Now I’m not saying that the whole routine doesn’t come in handy,” her friend commented. “But frankly, dear, you’re losing your edge. Missing a certain someone has made you a tad testy lately and, if I may be so bold, it’s getting you off your game.” Becca’s right eyebrow quirked up in concern.

The redhead sighed in defeat, knowing that Becca obviously was up to something. “Ok, ok, I give. What should I do?”

Her friend smiled a wide, toothy grin. “Well now,” she smirked, cranking up the music that had been playing softly in the background. “Now that you ask, I think it’s time you cut loose.”

Willow snorted in derision. “And just how am I supposed to do that?”

“Watch and learn, Grasshoppa.” Becca veered off Chestnut Street and headed toward Independence Mall.

“Umm, Bec. What’re we doing?’

“Getting our feet wet,” she chuckled.

She pulled up to the front of the large fountain that graced the park across from the Liberty Bell Pavilion, managing to dodge flying bicycle messengers and lumbering tourist trolleys in the process. Twangy, vibrant country music poured out the small car, causing more than a few heads to turn their way.

“Oooh Bec, I don’t know about this. Isn’t this a tow-away zone?”

“Aw c’mon, live a little, Red…time to walk on water.”

She grabbed Willow by the hand and hauled her out of the car, skipping lightly past onlookers and bathing suited children to the ledge of the fountain. She let go of Willow’s hand and cannonballed herself into the water, earning excited squeals from the children within.

Willow just stared after her in abject horror, knowing that she’d be expected to play along.

“Come ON, Will, come play!” Becca jumped out of the water, spraying the redhead in the process. “Dance with me and just…let…GO!” and with that she tossed Willow into the cool water.

She came up sputtering, her face as dark red as her now soaked hair. “Wha—what in the world are you doing?” she gasped.

“Trying to get you to live a little, Willow,” her friend said in a more serious tone, concern showing openly on her pretty face. “How long has it been since you laughed? Since you smiled? I know Tara has been gone for quite a bit now but for heaven’s sake, dear. She’d want you to be in better shape than this.” Just then, the music that had been blaring out of Becca’s car speakers changed to another song. Her eyes lit up suddenly, her lips pouted into a little O. “Oooh I love this one. Come on Will, let’s see if there’s a bit of an exhibitionist in ye.”

She pulled the still-dripping redhead out of the water and began dancing around the children, hand curled around an “air microphone” singing along with the song.

I have always been a little shy
I’ve always been the quiet type till now
And I never let my feelings show
I never let anybody know
Just how much I was so deep in love
But now that you’re in my arms

I’m gonna stand on a rooftop
Climb up a mountaintop
Baby, scream and shout
I wanna sing it on the radio
Show it on a video
Baby, leave no doubt
I want the whole world to know
Just what I’m all about
I love to love you out loud

Willow couldn’t help but notice that her friend’s joie de vivre was terribly infectious. She found herself bopping along to the bouncy tune and feeling lighter than she had in months. The song made her think of Tara and her girlfriend’s smiling eyes appeared in her head, warm and loving. Next thing she knew, she’d hopped onto the stone lip of the fountain and started singing as well.

You keep bringing out the free in me
What you do to my heart
Just makes me melt
And I don’t think I can resist
But I’ve never been one to kiss and tell
A love this true can’t be subdued
So I’m gonna let out a yell

Baby I want the whole world to see
Just how good your love looks on me

I’m gonna stand on a rooftop
Climb up a mountaintop
Baby, scream and shout
I wanna sing it on the radio
Show it on a video
Baby, leave no doubt
I want the whole world to know
Just what I’m all about
I love to love you out loud

As the last notes of music died away, Willow could hear sporadic claps around the crowd, with Becca clapping the loudest.

“That’s it!” she exclaimed. “That’s the ticket! Now, I think it’s time I take you home to get dry before you catch a fever and hallucinate that you’re an American Idol contestant.” Her eyes softened for a moment. “God Will, I wish Tara could’ve seen you. She’s a lucky girl, no doubt.”

The hacker was shocked to the core. She’d never had the opportunity to see Rebecca, the person; she mostly just got to see Becca, her office mate or Becca the party girl. This…well this seemed so uncharacteristic that she had no idea if her friend was being serious or making fun. Willow didn’t trust herself not to ruin this unguarded moment so she simply nodded.

“I’m actually the lucky one, but thanks for saying that.”

The Brit narrowed her hazel eyes slightly, as if she’d been daydreaming. “Yeah well, don’t get all soft on me, Red. A girl’s got a reputation to maintain after all, eh?” She wrapped a slender arm around Willow’s shoulder and tugged her towards her car. “Time to go, sweets,” she said, pointing at one of Philadelphia’s finest, a rather testy policewoman who glared at them and tapped her nightstick impatiently on the ground.

“Why is it that every time I hang out with you, I get into trouble?” Willow murmured to no one in particular.

“Ahh, you love me. Admit it!”

“Heh, whuuutever. Take me home, will ya, Bec. I haven’t checked my machine yet and I don’t know if Tara got in yet.”

“Anything for you, toots,” Becca grinned. She tossed the lady cop a rather wicked grin, turned the key in the ignition and pulled out into the evening crush of traffic.

TBC

Time flies by when the Devil drives. It's not the pace of life that concerns me, it's the sudden stop at the end.

Edited by: Kieli at: 6/26/03 8:55 am

[Washi]

LMAO! The police officer!

Kieli, great stuff! Becca sounds so much like me, in the nutty ways and poor Willow all sad. But she's gonna get one heck of a surprise when she gets home, right?

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"See? I've mastered this tact crap." Anya in Tears Of The Goddess by Lisa