Author: Kitty K
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: W/T
Notes: I need to do… or rather, to undo something. This is therapy for me, because I’m not ready to accept the events of “Seeing Red”, and I doubt I ever will be. This is my version of events, and though some things will be the same (DMW will make an appearance), the catalyst is different. Not a chance in hell, frankly. I hope that the Kittens don’t find this story offensive; it’s merely my way of getting over what I saw. It’s set just before the “hideous nightmare” scene, and will hopefully continue to what I feel is a satisfactory conclusion.
Spoilers: Yes. This story may include spoilers up to and including the season finale. Of course, a lot of these will be changed because I don’t like them, but it’s only fair to warn you about them.
Distribution: If you want to host this story, great! I don’t have my own W/T site yet… though I plan to make one in the summer holidays. All I ask is that you let me know. Drop me a line at: kateskitty@hotmail.com
Feedback: Please. This is my first W/T, so I would really like to know if it’s worth continuing. I don’t mind whether you have positive or negative comments; I much prefer honesty to “write more!” so please let me know.
“I got so lost…”
“I found you! I will always find you.”
***
“Tara? What’s wrong, baby?” Willow smiled earnestly as she noticed her girlfriend had been distracted by something in the garden. They were in her bedroom, just as they had been for most of the day. The women had been apart for a long time. Too long, Willow mused, silently thanking fate for bringing them together again.
“Nothing sweetie,” came the reply as Tara looked through the window, smiling as she noted that Xander and Buffy were sat talking, and not in an argument way, “pretty much the opposite in fact. Everything feels good.” Willow allowed herself a wicked grin as her lover added, “You feel good. C’mere.”
Willow didn’t hesitate to join Tara, and she soon found herself wrapped in the taller woman’s arms. Their lips slid together in a soft velvet caress, bodies pressed together tightly. Willow felt intoxicated as she took in the scent of Tara’s gentle breath combined with her musky perfume. She flicked her tongue against Tara’s teeth urgently, desperate to explore. Her love complied quickly, opening her mouth and letting out a breathy gasp as Willow’s tongue touched her own. Her knees almost buckled as she realised that the smaller woman’s hands were entangled in her hair.
“We just got dressed…” Tara whispered against her mouth.
Willow responded by gently biting the blonde’s bottom lip. She slowly sucked the tender flesh before she released it. Tara grinned, pulling her lover into a tight embrace as Willow rested her head on Tara’s shoulder, closing her eyes. Life is good, she decided.
“Warren…” Tara said slowly, gazing through the window once more.
Willow paused, shocked. She was thinking about Warren at a time like this?
“Tara?”
“DOWN!”
Before Willow had time to make sense of what was happening, she felt herself roughly thrown to the ground. Her left elbow smacked against the floor with enough force to send pain shooting through her arm, and a sickening crack rang in her ears. She looked up in time to see Tara fall to the floor with a thump.
“Oh my God!” Willow shrieked, scrambling across the floor. “Tara!”
Willow grabbed Tara, turning her over only to find blood staining several areas of the woman’s blue sweater. Her heart was beating so quickly she felt that her chest would explode from the pressure. Tara herself was shaking convulsively; her breathing was rapid, although she was still conscious.
“Where is it?” Willow cried, “What happened?”
“Warren had a gun — my arm,” She shuddered, “it’s my arm. Oh God, Willow, it hurts!”
“You’ll be okay, baby! Everything’s going to be fine…”
Willow thought fast. The wound was in Tara’s upper left arm, and she was clearly losing a lot of blood. She would need a tourniquet, and quickly. Her eyes searched the room for something suitable. Nothing. After a few seconds, she ripped her white cotton top over her head and threw it to the floor. Tara looked confused.
“You really think this is a good time?” She muttered, though still took the time to admire the view, “I mean, I knew you were horny, but…”
“Tara!” She exclaimed, laughing more through nervousness than humour as she began tearing the material into strips. “I’m not undressing for sex!”
“Damn…” She whispered, closing her eyes.
“No! Tara, stay awake. You have to stay awake.” Willow said sternly, raising Tara’s arm to tie the strips of shredded material around it. When that was done, she took Tara by the shoulders and shook her hard, eliciting a groan from the blonde. “You’re going to be okay, now come on. Come on baby, get up!”
After a few moments’ struggle, the women managed to get to their feet. Willow looped Tara’s right arm over her shoulder and they stumbled downstairs, tripping on the last step. Willow threw herself forwards, allowing Tara to land on top of her to ensure her a soft landing. It was enough to knock the wind out of Willow, but thankfully she was unhurt. Once she had made sure that Tara was all right, she ran to the phone and dialled 911.
“Willow?” Tara called.
“Yeah, baby?” She yelled back from the kitchen.
“Xander and Buffy were in the back yard,” Tara shouted, “when it happened.”
Willow suddenly felt cold.
"Were there dolphins?"
"Yes. Many dolphins at the pound."
at: 5/12/02 6:19:17 pm
Dont keep us hanging to long.
to you. 
Loved the bit at the start where Willow started babbling about being a bad girlfriend. That was very Willow like. I felt so sorry for Willow when she was doing the spell with Tara and she started crying and shaking and stuff. Aww poor Willow 
