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 Post subject: Re: 'Home is Where...' (intermission added 3/9/08)
PostPosted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 12:17 pm 
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I'm just going to agree with everyone else and tell you the intermission was very funny. Enjoyable to see that play of interaction, I enjoy that very much.

Can't wait to see more of the story.
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"Hey, this is Willow. Yeah, on the red line.... Yes, I remember 'This Year's Girl'. What? Well, yeah, but that's beside the point. I have a complaint! Why haven't you described that saucy leather number yet? The one Tara came in with?" She listened for a minute, then turned to Tara, her hand over the reciever. "She says she didn't want to sexually describe us at that young age." She lifted her hand to speak into the phone again. "Have you never been to a Harry Potter fic site? Seriously."

"Mmm," Tara murmured loudly enough to be heard, "Emma Watson turns 18 next month, you know." She shrugged in response to the redhead's shocked look. "Smart girls are sexy!"


Made me crack up. Really, really funny. Thanks!

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 Post subject: Re: 'Home is Where...' (intermission added 3/9/08)
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Well, that was very different.

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Willow pushed the button on the remote to turn the television off


I was thinking 'WTF, how do they have TV in a post apocolyptic wilderness. Did I miss something? Then I slapped myself up the head at my own stupidity.

Nicely written and very amusing, particularly the comment re Harry Potter fanfic, and Tara's leather outfit.

Now, get on with the main story or Willow will be knocking on your door the next time :-D

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*pokes in*

*whispers to Sera*

Don't forget the leather outfit huh? in about two chapters you said, wanna know the yumminess 'cause now am imagining way too many leathery outfits for my own sanity ;-)

*exits*

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Hi Sera,
Hehehe I loved the intermission.That was such a blast and very funny indeed.. :lmao .I can't wait for the outfit either .Really though I nuch ejoyed it.
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Hummmm
Poor Sera...Has no time for fiction anymore I think..
So busy is she with the wonderful things in real life that poor Wilow and Tara sit, abandoned waiting to be able to come outside and play with everyone else...but no, no such luck for them ...
But, I was told in the GCT that an update isin the works...so possibly soon?
Thank Sera...
No presure just ya know soon maybe...
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FB response time! :)

I'm really glad you're all enjoying the story... sorry the updates are coming kind of slowly nowadays. Busy, busy Sera. :)

Anyway... lots of feedback to catch up with...

Paint the Sky - Don't worry; Willow's jinx will hold off at least until after the smut. But yeah, there's trouble to be had. And don't feel bad about your 'WTF, TV?' moment in the intermission... I didn't exactly give it a lot of preface. ;)
Sami - Don't worry, actual update-y goodness coming right up!
LittleBit - I'm glad the story is becoming more understandable. I hope you keep enjoying!
chance - I'm glad I was able to make you laugh! :) Thank you for relating that; it made me feel good. The intermission idea just sort of came into my head as I was waiting at a bus stop one day, and it made me giggle, so I'm glad it was that funny outside of my head, too. ;)
Jay - Thanks for reading, hon! I'm really really glad you're enjoying it. :)
Zooeys_Bridge - I'm really glad the cuteness of the intermission rated an 'aww'. :) I consider that a pretty good compliment, actually.
katjetson - You made me blush with that comment! Glad you find it clever. :) If you ever do tick one of 'em off enough to get a red-phone call, let me know... and give me a transcript of the call! :)
Thomas - Thanks! I think they're sweet, too.
Julia - You liked the 'best friend' thing? I enjoyed that, too. It was kind of tough to write that stuff, actually--making the little adoring thoughts come out in a way that our dear, oblivious Willow could still interpret them in 'friendly' ways. :) And don't you worry; leather outfit on its way. Not this update, but either the next or the one after. Probably. ;)
Rose - They're not abandoned! Honest! See, see? Here comes an update right now! :) Thanks for reading, hon.

OK... here we go... coming right up!

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[center]Chapter 6: Home is where you grew up. [/center]



Rating (by chapter): PG-13.
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, and any other Mutant Enemy characters that might creep in are not mine. Nobody's getting paid for this, and that's really just fine.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Distribution: Anywhere is fine, just ask first, please.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: None.



Summary: More months have gone by, Spring is in the air, and the time for love has come 'round at last... if only our girls would figure it out! Maybe if they had a little help...



A person can become an expert at many things, Jody thought to herself, and I've been around long enough to have gone down that road a few times... but when it comes to love, there's no expert. The heart does what it does, and all we can do is follow, or not. Sometimes we need somebody to point the way, though. Hope I'm doin' the right thing.

The sound of a bluegrass tune she didn't recognise met her ears as she opened the door to the music room. Tara didn't look up, concentrating on the pickwork. She wasn't projecting anything, so Jody figured she must be practicing the practical aspects of playing rather than the psychic. She sat down on a stool at the side of the room and waited for her student to finish.

Eventually Tara's music came to an end and she looked up, a proud little smile on her face. "What do you think?"

"Your technique's improving. Hell, get a fiddle and banjo player in here, you'd have yourself a fine little band." She smiled at the feeling of pride and satisfaction her student was putting off. Should I get into it now? Nah, better not jump right in, something else first... "Okay, you've shown me your stuff with the guitar. How are you doing with specific projections?"

The girl propped the guitar into its stand before turning to face her. Jody closed her eyes and waited, feigning impatience. Then she found she was actually impatient... the impatience of waiting for something imminent but not being sure of exactly when it would happen. She laughed. "OK, smartass. Next."

A moment later she started shifting in her chair, trying to get comfortable. It took her a second, then she grinned. "Nice one. Next?"

She tried to stop shifting, but for some reason things weren't quite right. Actually, she was starting to feel a little dizzy. Vertigo. Clever girl. She almost nodded, but thought better of it just in time. "Next."

The next one hit her hard, blackening her mood. Everything seemed distant, somehow, the colours around her dimmer. Everything draining down through the small hole in her heart. Ugh. Grief. And... specifically the grief at the loss of... I don't know, a pet? Something alien but precious and beloved. I hadn't even realized there were specific types of grief. Should've, I guess. Looks like the student's become the teacher. Sweet. "One more."

You know what I miss? she thought to herself. That last batch of chocolate chip cookies. Especially when they were warmed up and the chocolate chips were all melty... mmm. She allowed herself to enjoy that for a few moments before saying, "Enough." She opened her eyes.

"What did you get for the chocolate craving?" the girl asked. "I was thinking of that chocolate that we dipped the strawberries in during the summer." She smiled a winsome little smile.

"As if you couldn't guess. Those cookies... mmmm." They both laughed at that.

"It's neat how you can create these cravings and everyone responds to them a little differently, wanting different specific foods."

Jody nodded her agreement. "Except for shrimp. Projecting a shrimp craving only ever gets a shrimp craving for some reason."

"What is it about shrimp? It's a crazy world."

"You got that right. OK, TK time."

After a momentary grimace, the blonde took a deep breath and let it out. Then she nodded, signaling readiness.

Jody reached out with her mind and abruptly pushed against Tara. She was gratified to find that nothing happened. The first time they'd played this practice-game, Tara had forgotten to brace herself against the wall behind her, and had fallen backwards onto the floor. She'd complained about her tailbone hurting for over a week. The second time, she'd remembered to brace backward, but not outward, and had wound up on the floor again, gasping for the air that had been pressed out of her lungs. No injuries that time, thankfully, but since then she'd always been nervous about the initial shove, and Jody had been able to catch her off guard several times because of it.

This time, though, there was none of that. The girl was firmly resistant. As Jody continued the pressure, she found herself having to overcome more and more force, until finally she was pushed back out of Tara's personal space.

That takes care of the brute force. Now the second half of the game begins.

Telekinetic combat, she reflected, was a difficult thing. A push, pull, grasp, or strike could come from any direction at any time--multiple directions, even--and given that the forces at work were inherently invisible, these attacks were nearly impossible to block. The trick was to stake out a territory, an area of space around you, and fill it with a very slight field of pressure. That way, an attack coming in would be instantly felt, and could be countered.

That was what they were doing now; the room was invisibly divided between the two of them, half filled with Tara's presence, half with Jody's own. Little gusts of wind began to occur around the room, occasionally fluttering a music sheet or an open book. Jody felt her hair begin to stand up a little as the dry air around them, constantly pushed by the multitude of probes, strikes, and counters going on in the room, became charged like a balloon rubbed on a cat.

The great difficulty in this sort of thing came primarily from mental exhaustion. Effective TK took a fair amount of concentration in the first place. To accomplish this sort of effect took concentrated focus on multiple things at once. And concentrating on focusing power for an effective strike, concentrating on feeling out a person's defenses, concentrating on holding a space and sensing everything in it, and concentrating on responding quickly and effectively every time were all very different things.

Jody had always been absolutely shitty at it. Fortunately, Tara had nearly as much trouble as she did; else she would have had to find a better practice partner for the girl somehow.

In under a minute, they were both tired out and had to stop. By unspoken agreement, they always rested a few minutes afterward. Tara excused herself and went to the bathroom for a minute this time, and Jody was grateful for the extra rest. Not that she'd ever have admitted as much.

Well, no time like the present, I guess..., she thought as Tara came back into the room and sat. "So... how's the song com-"

"I know," Tara interrupted.

Jody was caught flat-footed. "Huh?"

"What you're trying to get me to figure out. My feelings f-for Willow. I already know."

Well shit, that was easy... "What makes you think I'm trying to get you to figure something out?"'

The look Tara gave her was full of fond sympathy... slightly patronising sympathy. "Suggesting I write a song exploring my 'deeper feelings'... making little sounds of interest whenever I mention something good about her... that ridiculous 'Find the Love of your Life' book that keeps happening to fall off the library shelf... Honestly? Subtlety is not your strong suit."

Jody exhaled slowly, leaning back and stretching. "Alright, smartass, guilty as charged. So... if you've figured out your feelings, next question: what are you waitin' for?"

The discomfort and nervousness this question brought on was so intense that Jody could practically see it in the air. Tara couldn't seem to meet her eyes, and Jody had to strain to hear the quiet response: [sub] "How will I know if she likes me or not..."[/sub]

Jody couldn't respond for a moment. Her mouth worked but no sound came out. Eventually, however, her incredulity overcame her shock. "What?! Are you an empath or aren't you?!"

Tara looked miserable. "That's j-just the p-point! H-how would I ever know if her f-feelings were real, when I could be a-a-accidentally influencing her? H-how could I s-subject her to that? I can't be with... with anybody! W-with great power comes great r-responsibility..."

I knew picking up that old comics collection for the library was a bad idea, I just knew it. She was about to say something to the shaking girl, but stopped, frowning in puzzlement. A moment later, the frown deepened. "Bullshit."

Tara looked up at her, shock plainly written on her face. "Wh-"

"You're not telling me everything. C'mon, like I wouldn't know when you hold... out..." she trailed off as Tara put her head in her hands and began to cry. That's... shame... self-loathing? Why would she... oh. Oh!

She rushed to the shaking girl's side and wrapped her arms around her, projecting a caring calm. After a minute or two of sobbing, Jody figured the girl was calm enough to hear her.

"You're not afraid you'll accidentally manipulate her into loving you, are you?" she asked, keeping the blanket of calm as heavy and soothing as she could. "You're afraid you'll do it on purpose."

Even as close as she was, she barely heard the response. [sub]"I... I w-w-want to... I... she means so m-much to me... it would be so... easy..."[/sub] The blonde lifted her head and Jody found determined, tear-filled blue eyes meeting her own. "That's why I c-cant check. Not ever. If I knew, I m-might... might try to make things the way I w-want them..."

Well, goddamn. Double goddamn. You win, girl. Jody couldn't help but grin. "Congratulations, Tara. You graduate."

Tara's expression was wavering between sadness, confusion, and shock, and finding nowhere to settle. "Wh...what do you mean...?"

Jody reached behind her and dragged another stool over, its legs making a loud scraping protest in the quiet room. Perching on it, she met the girl's conflicting emotions with a proud smile.

"It's Galadriel's Choice," she said. "Recognising the power in yourself, the potential. Seeing what you could become. Recognising it as a part of you. Feeling the terrible desire to just reach out and grab that power, use it to make the world around you, the people around you, a little safer. Or a little better. Or just more like you feel you need 'em to be. And then making the choice. To do, or not to do. You've made that choice. You choose to be yourself, to follow that little quiet voice in your heart that tells you who you are. Even if it means hurting. Even if it means losing the chance at what you want the most."

Tara was catching up, her expression becoming more one of comprehension. "I guess that's a choice all psychics have to make."

"It's a choice everybody's got to make, Tara. We're all vastly more powerful then we give ourselves credit for. We affect the world and the people around us profoundly just with our words and actions and choices. Mostly we pretend we don't. Mostly we avoid the responsibility. But it's there. The power's there. And we all make Galadriel's Choice eventually. If I had to pick one defining moment when we change from kids to adults, that's what I'd choose. That's when you learn who you are. What kind of person. Today I learned who you are, Tara. Today I saw you grow up. And I can promise you this: you can trust yourself. You can trust yourself with Willow."

The girl's lips were slowly making their way into a hesitant smile. "H-how do you know that I'll always make the right choice?"

"Oh, you won't. Sometimes you'll make mistakes. Sometimes you'll be misinformed. And sometimes you'll even consciously choose what you know is wrong. But you've shown your heart, and your basic goodness is pretty clear. You'll do just fine. Willow's a lucky girl."

"You think that I'd consciously choose the wrong thing?" Tara sounded a little offended.

Jody straightened in her stool. Important talk time. "You're a good person. One problem that good people sometimes have to deal with is holding themselves up to an ideal. You want to always be good, always do the right thing, always be there for people, that sort of shit. It was a big problem back when I was your age, because the world expected everyone to be perfect. Everything was based on it. We had a million theories about how to make everything work, and the one thing they all had in common was that they'd work out just fine if people would just be perfect. Democracy. Capitalism. Communism. Socialism. A million isms, none of which ever worked well 'cause all of them depended on the idea that you could educate, enlighten, intimidate, or force people to finally be perfect. It didn't work, of course. People aren't perfect, they aren't gonna be perfect, they're not supposed to be perfect. They're just people. Perfect isn't real; perfect is bullshit. People are real. And someday, out of fear or hurt or just not thinking it through, you're going to fuck up big time. So here's my final lesson for you: When it happens, forgive yourself, ask for forgiveness if you hurt anybody, try to make things better, and just get on with following your heart. You'll do just fine that way."

Her earlier tears now quieted, Tara's face betrayed an intense curiosity. "Back when you were my age...?"

Jody chuckled. Guess I must've done OK... seems like she's at least a little reassured. "Haven't managed to turn up enough information in your investigations? You two have been at it for months!"

Tara looked a little crestfallen. "Not really... you noticed, huh?"

"Your investigative partner is a little less than subtle when she's trying to ferret out information. Maybe it's a redhead thing."

The girl had started giggling as soon as Jody mentioned the word 'ferret' for some reason. After a minute or so she calmed herself down. "What is your story, anyway?"

"You really ought to have just asked Gareth, you know. He's not nearly as secretive as the adults... probably would have told you right away."

"Your story?" Tara would not be put off.

Oh, why the fuck not... "You know my story pretty well." She turned around on her stool and reached around behind her to lift her top up, briefly showing the skin of her back and the spiral birthmark thereon. Showing's easier than telling.

She let the fabric down again after a few moments, and turned to find the girl staring in surprise.

Tara slowly spoke, "You're... one of the Three?"

"Nah. I was one of the Three. Now I'm just a batty old librarian with a weird birthmark and the good fortune of having a brilliant student. Lot of people here like that, with big pasts." A shrug. "We're all just people, like everybody else."

Tara seemed to be mulling that over for a minute. Then, "Alright... I can adjust to the idea of living with historical figures. And I think I understand why you wouldn't want people to know. But why here, in one place? Why aren't you scattered wherever you fit, just like everyone else?"

"When this Age began, there were some people that just weren't able to fit anywhere. Not because there was anything special about us; just because were were too strongly stuck in some old paradigm or other. That's the thing about people that make history; they're usually exactly the kind of passionate, stubborn cusses that can't adapt so easily to something entirely new and different. Full of deep-seated beliefs and convictions. Lucky for us, we were able to find each other, help each other to build something new together." She smiled involuntarily. "Kate was the one that found the place. She said it was perfect, and she was right as usual. This is where we built something new. This is where we helped each other find home. And when we were done, when we had all found what we were seeking, people from all over the world started to arrive. Not all the time, just every once in awhile. Misfits, out of place where they found themselves, just like we had all been. And so we helped them. That's what we've been doing ever since, just living life and helping out anyone that gets sent our way. Some of them stay, some find their home elsewhere. And that's where you come in. You and your Willow. " A grin. "Speaking of, how about you go and think about how you're gonna tell her? Let your old teacher get some practice in for a change."

She busied herself with getting a guitar down from the wall, all the while listening as Tara left the room. Just before the girl closed the door, Jody heard her mumbling to herself.

"'My Willow'", she quietly said to herself, and with the words Jody heard something else; a new-found hope.

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Willow was looking through her own forearm.

I can't believe this. I'm totally made of ice! Living, breathing ice! Okay, not actually breathing, but definitely moving and thinking and seeing and hearing and talking ice! That's me! This is so amazing... and... well, I can't see any practical applications right this moment, but I bet there are some, and even if there aren't, this is just one variation on the spell... there are so many kinds of transmutation that I can do!

Her thoughts were interrupted by gentle, accented voice of the woman sitting with her, just outside the magic circle. "You've done it well, Willow. I'm impressed at how well you've woven all of the aspects together... the transmutation from living flesh to base matter, the animation and control of the matter, the retention of your mind despite the physical change, and even the manipulation of the heat in the air to keep yourself frozen. If I'm seeing these patterns right, you could easily stay this way for, oh, an hour or more before changing back."

Willow felt like doing a little dance. Only I'm kinda clumsy sometimes, and I'm really not sure how shatterproof this ice is... could get ugly. "Thanks! I'm... this is really amazing! Only... what happens if a bit of me breaks off while I'm like this?"

Kate seemed to be thinking about that for a minute. Finally, she simply replied, "I wouldn't advise it."

Oh. "Umm... so, do we need any more information out of me being like this, or are we done? I sort of feel done....?"

Kate nodded, and Willow watched her carefully, trying to determine whether the woman was holding back a smile at her sudden change of heart. Finally deciding that her teacher's calm and patient demeanor was genuine, she carefully unbound the ties of primal energy that held the spell in place. The first thing she noticed was the sensation of warmth slowly suffusing her body. She hadn't really noticed her own body temperature before, but spending a little time as unfeeling ice did seem to lend some perspective on that. She found she'd missed it and not even noticed.

They spent a few minutes taking down the magic circle, Willow subconsciously checking all the while to make sure she hadn't accidentally chipped off any bits of herself during her transformation. Finally they were done, and went to sit on the beanbags at the far side of the room.

The room in question was technically part of Willow's living space; when she'd first arrived in Newhaven Plateau it had been cold and rainy, and she'd been tired, hungry, soaking wet, and in the first stages of a nasty flu. By coincidence perhaps, the library had been the first building she'd come across, and Kate had come upon her shivering in the front hall. Wasting no time, the woman that Willow would later come to know as a teacher and friend had immediately taken her upstairs to the second floor of the library building, which still had its original fixtures and furniture from its previous incarnation as a family home. Willow had been dried, bundled and cared for there, and when it came time to decide where she would live, it had been the natural choice that she stay there. She'd made a fair amount of changes to the place since then, this 'workroom' being one of them, and she was very happy with how it was turning out.

"Would you like something to drink?" she offered Kate as she sat. "Water, tea, anything?" It was an old ritual by now; Willow offered refreshment, Kate refused, and then, formalities taken care of, they went on with their day.

"No thank you, dear. Let's just move on. I realised the other day that I've been very remiss in not teaching you about love spells."

Willow was a bit startled. Love spells? Now there's a departure from the current curriculum... she's been all about transformations and the weaving together of different spheres of magic for the past month, and now suddenly it's love spells? Well, I'd better pay close attention, though. I mean, in the past whenever she's seemed to go off on a tangent it's always come back around and been relevant somehow, so... "Okay, then. Love spells. Although I don't really think that's my kind of thing..."

"Willow, you're a witch, and you make no secret of it. You have to face the fact that people are going to come to you for help with things that feel beyond their control. And one of the most common requests you will ever get will be when some lovestruck man or woman is in need of your help to be noticed by the object of their attentions." She shifted around, apparently trying to find a more comfortable position on the beanbag. "This raises plenty of ethical issues, and that's what I want to talk about today. Now, the first thing to be done is to determine if the person's motivations are really pure, or in other words, whether they're truly in love or not. Now, I'd like to do a thought experiment with you. You're going to play the part of someone--let's go with someone we know, to make it easier--someone with a crush on someone else."

Willow grinned. "Like Gareth and his crush on Tara?"

"Excellent idea. There's a very clear fascination there. Although of course Gareth is rather too young for this sort of thing, we'll ignore that for the purposes of our thought experiment. So, you be Gareth--or some vague notion of an older Gareth, if you prefer, whatever you like--and I'll be the witch you've come to. Close your eyes now, and let's begin."

Willow closed her eyes. The scent of sandalwood from the incense they'd been burning enveloped her like a cocoon, providing a feeling of warmth and safety. Okay... here we go... how do I think like Gareth, anyway? He's eight! Oh, but I'm not being eight-year-old Gareth, I'm being... umm...

Willow's dazed thought process was interrupted by Kate's voice. "So, you come to me, and you say...?"

"I'm in love with Tara," Willow promptly responded. Hey, not so hard after all. I'm a natural! "Can you help me?"

"Very good. So naturally at this point I'll want to discover the purity of your intentions. I'll begin by asking you questions like, 'How do you feel when Tara enters your view?'"

"Good," Willow answered promptly, without having to think about it. "I mean, I have to smile, and it's like the smile doesn't end at my lips. Like all of me is smiling."

"And when you part from her?"

"Oh, it's fine. I mean, it's not like she's going far away or anything; I see her every day. So it's fine, really. I mean, there's a little twinge, yeah, like when there's something you want to say to someone but you never quite seem to get around to it... it feels kind of like that, like there's something lingering in the air between us, and it's sort of quiet, you know? But it's there, and it's supposed to be spoken, and so it's always a little disappointing when she's gone and it's still hanging there." Yeah. It's exactly like that. I'm really good at this!

"When you're apart, do you often think of her?"

There's an understatement! "Only every day! I mean, I'm constantly thinking, 'Tara would like this', or, 'I've got to tell Tara about that when I see her! Or, I wonder what Tara's doing right... umm, now. Hey, wait... I'm supposed to be playing a part right now, aren't I...?

But Kate's insistent voice was there again, distracting her with further interrogation. "Alright, some different questions... what does her frown look like?"

Willow couldn't help but smile a little. It's so adorable. The way her mouth sort of goes to one side, and she gets these little wrinkles between her eyebrows... sometimes it's hard to take her seriously, because it's so... wait...

"And her smile, Willow? What do you think of her smile?"

Sometimes it's all my day is about, making her smile. She's so shy sometimes, it's hard to get her to stop hiding that smile from me. Like that one day when we were picking fruit with the others, and we made it a game to... hold on. She said 'Willow'. That's not right... Wait, is she trying to say that...

"One last thing, Willow," Kate said, her quiet voice ringing inescapable in Willow's ears. "Do you ever dream of her?"

Willow's eyes shot open in shock. She'd never told anyone about that! No one knows about that! How could she know... it was just silly dreams... how could she know? Does everyone know? No, no no no, don't be silly, Willow, she can't know, so what does that mean? She just guessed it? How? She examined the older woman, resting comfortably on the beanbag across from her, regarding her steadily with eyes far calmer than Willow felt the situation warranted. No, wait, wait, she's making a point here. I recognise her making-a-point face. What point is she making? What were we talking about? Why am I feeling so panicked that I don't even remember what we were talking about? Okay, calm down, Willow, calm down calm down. Everything's fine. Everything's Finey McFine. I'm just... I'm... oh. Oh!

"I'm in love with her. Oh, goddess, I'm in love with Tara!"

It seemed as though Kate was about to say something, but before she could speak Willow's nervousness and embarrassment all went to her stomach at once. "Gotta go!" she managed to squeak out from behind her hand as she ran for the bathroom.

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"Well," said Kate, staring at the open door that Willow had charged out through just moments before, "That could have gone better, all told." She frowned, then shrugged resignedly. "Still, mission accomplished I suppose...." She drifted off and was quiet for a minute. "I wonder if I ought to go and help her..."

She sat for a few moments more, listening to the unpleasant noises drifting in from the bathroom down the hall. "No... I don't suppose I ought." She pushed herself up out of the beanbag and started walking toward the door of the kitchenette. "Perhaps I'll make her some peppermint tea. Just the thing for a nervous tum..."

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wo-ho
I mean really woo-hoo
WOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOO even
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Yay for another great update-y goodness... Good that both realize that they can't force the other to love them... And that they do have feelings for each other...

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They way you had Jody test Tara was beautifully done. Loved the nod to Lord of the Rings with the Galadriel Choice, and the whole speech about how people aren’t perfect but how the burden of perfection is put there by others.

Poor Tara, afraid that she might inadvertently influence Willow’s feelings for her, or worse in that she would deliberately do so, that she would rather be with no-one rather than feel that any attraction was unduly founded. How long has she been struggling with that one, I wonder? It shows just how mature she is, and it re-emphasises just how seriously she takes her power. But you are gonna let her have some fun with it to aren’t ya?

It was nice to see how Willow’s abilities are coming along too. It would appear that she is a pretty powerful witch able to manipulate the elements and base matter, but does she have the maturity and sense of reverence for her power that Tara does? I think in typical Willow fashion that there will be a lesson to be learned on that one, because despite the setting you have put the girls in you are keeping them very true to their characters, but hopefully Tara and Kate will direct her in a way that didn’t happen on the show.

I loved how you got Willow to figure out her feelings and her little journey of revelation was fun to see. And her final realisation with its very physical effects was just so like her. Get that mint tea and go get your girl Willow.

I had my suspicions about Jody, little bits of information that you littered though previous updates made me wonder as to her identity, so it was nice to have it confirmed.

Sera, a wonderful update, and all the more welcome because the board has been so quiet. Now I can’t wait for Willow and Tara to catch up with each other now they both know how they feel.

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Told you I'd be back to you one of the days right? Well, I'm a fast reader taking a delight in shrinking from essay duties :sigh Your story has this warm feeling to it and it makes me keep smiling! It's got a good amount of mystery, lurking angst (just out of view), perfect characterization of our two girls (love your Willow babble and love the story telling Tara. I also quite love the abilities you have given them each, they just fit into this world!). I quite enjoy the supporting characters as well, their mentors are really quirky and sweet, and a whole lot older than first imagined! They have a bit of the quirkiness of people who have lived for ages (pun intended), a bit like Yoda or perhaps the highlander played by Sean Connery..

And the intermission, priceless! That took me quite by surprise and really had me laughing too! The songs are a very good idea too, adds an extra dimension to the story, well made use of an online story as a media!

And for this last chapter, very well done! Tara's comming to realization and choosing herself was very beautiful, a deep and needed lesson to a character like her, it is easy to get caught up in self loathing in the attempt to be perfect.. And Willow, my, my.. So sweet, just sitting there talking about how she loves Tara, not realizing she's not acting but talking about herself, that has to be one of the cutest Willow scenes ever!

It doesn't seem like you need any help, if you do, I would still be honered to beta it! (I might even steal time to do it before the 9th ;-) )

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sooo...
you're going to FINISH this, right???!??!??!??

Two things I got to say:
1) This story is TOTALLY reminding me of this one post-apocalyptic novel with an empath... only the novel is like a hell-place, instead of perfection.
2) For a while last year, I was trying to figure out a perfect world-- a utopia. How would that work out? I decided that the whole thing with mass culture and... cities... was no good, and that tribes were the way to go, you know... small communities. so it's totally interesting how you have exactly that in this fiction. I feel... fulfilled somehow, now that I see my vision in print... someone else's writing, too. very cool.


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synthwrr wrote:
sooo...
you're going to FINISH this, right???!??!??!??


I am indeed... I've got the next chapter partially written, but it just isn't coming right now - after I'm all moved at the end of this month that should change.

Fear not, Kittens. The story shall return.

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synthwrr wrote:
sooo...
2) For a while last year, I was trying to figure out a perfect world-- a utopia. How would that work out? I decided that the whole thing with mass culture and... cities... was no good, and that tribes were the way to go, you know... small communities. so it's totally interesting how you have exactly that in this fiction. I feel... fulfilled somehow, now that I see my vision in print... someone else's writing, too. very cool.


You know, I can really really recommend that you read Woman at the Edge of Time my Marge Piercy, the utopia she presents reminds me somehow of this, with the small communities and the open mindedness, really, read it!

As for this stoy, glad to hear you are going to finish it, for I am quite fond of it!!

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This story is so interesting, I am also glad you are going to finish it.

Willow and Tara's realizations were pretty cool, I'm so excited to find out what they're going to do next.

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OMG, I actually finished a chapter! Sorry I'm so slow, dear kittens; life has been... well. It's been. But here we go, the long awaited return!

[center] Chapter 7: Home is where the heart is. [/center]





Rating (by chapter): R.

Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, and any other Mutant Enemy characters that might creep in are not mine. Nobody's getting paid for this, and that's really just fine.

Feedback: Yes, please!

Distribution: Anywhere is fine, just ask first, please.

Spoilers: None.

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Summary: Mud wrestling! Hot, steamy bath scene! Even hotter lesbian kisses! Read on! ;)



Everything is so beautiful...

Tara walked barefoot through the grass, wondering how she had never noticed before how dazzling the field was when the wind blew through it like a wave, or how the scent of woodbine from the hill behind her could envelop her inside a heady blanket of scent. How the tiny cracks of golden light shining through the weave of her wide-brimmed sun hat were so much like tiny stars that had somehow managed to bring the smallest piece of evening along with them, as shelter from the day.

A week ago, she would never have noticed all this beauty. A week ago the world had been different.

And the difference awaited her just ahead. Just a short walk to the row of buildings, then around the corner... Tara clutched the mealbox she carried with her tightly to her chest. I hope she likes it...

Her breath quickened as she turned the corner, and she had to stop in her tracks. There was Willow at the water pump, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and dressed in dirty overalls. She was pumping water into a large wooden bucket. It was as mundane a scene as one could hope to see, and even from here Tara could see that the redhead was practically covered in dirt.

All in all, she was fairly certain she'd never seen anything so beautiful before in her life.

She was pulled out of her reverie when Willow hefted the bucket and began walking slowly toward the library. Tara broke into a jog, determined to catch up with the girl before she reached the door.

"Willow!" she called as she neared the object of her attention. "Want to share a... meal..." she trailed off as the redhead turned quickly at her voice, splashing water everywhere, and Tara was able to see just how much dirt was covering her.

Noticing Tara's stare, Willow grinned an embarrased grin and shook her head to get some stray strands of mud-caked hair out of her face. "I was with Cal and Emma getting clay, and Cal sort of tripped... Emma laughed at him, and then before I knew it there was a full-scale mud war going on!" Willow kept looking around as she spoke, as though desperate to be somewhere else. "I tried to stay neutral, but the conflict spread too fast to be contained. And I'm taking a bath right now! Well, not right now, because obviously, standing here... but this is the beginning stage of bathing, getting the water, so in a very real way I am... umm, could you maybe stop giggling? Because this is kind of embarrasing....?"

"I'm sorry," replied Tara, who had been secretly delighting in how expressive Willow's face could be. "I was... just imagining the f-fight. Sounds like fun."

Willow's expression immediately turned mischevious, embarrasment forgotten. "Well... it was kinda fun when Cal and I teamed up and pushed Emma down into the pit... you should've seen her, Tara, it was great! She slid all the way down on her butt! And the look on her face when she stood up..." she didn't finish the sentence, just started giggling uncontrollably.

"Come on," Tara offered, "I'll help you drag that water upstairs."

Willow's expression of relief and gratitude was so dramatic that it almost made Tara start laughing again.

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"Okay, maybe I shouldn't have offered to help," Tara laughed a little later, looking down at the soaked front of her yellow sundress. She rocked back and forth in Willow's rocking chair next to the window, letting the warm sunlight dry her. "I think you were doing better on your own."

"No, you definitely helped," Willow protested. "I was so not looking forward to trying to carry it up the stairs. That thing was heavy!"

"Which one, the first one, or the one we had to bring up because we'd spilled so much from the first one?"

"Both," was the prim reply. Willow was pouring the water in the bucket slowly into a large, irregularly-shapped container attatched to the wall.

"What's that?" Tara asked curiously. "I thought you were going to heat the water for your bath."

"I am!" Willow responded excitedly. "This is something Kate made. It absorbs just a tiny bit of the heat, sound, and other energy in the room all the time, and stores it. When you pour water in, it turns all that energy into heat and heats up the water. Then it pumps it to the water pipes." Her dirt-covered face screwed up into the expression of surprised protest that Tara had come to recognise as Willow's 'Hey! there's something I don't know about!' face. "She never did explain how it does that..."

Tara caught herself staring, turned her eyes back to the window. The midday sun shone over the trees outside, causing lovely shadow-patterns on the ground. A hawk circled in lonely vigil high in the sky. "So, do you feel like having lunch with me after your bath?"

"Of course! Wouldn't miss it for anything." Her pouring complete, the redhead opened the bathroom door. "I'll be out in a few minutes." Then she glance down at herself with a frown and flashed Tara a rueful grin. "Okay, maybe longer than a few minutes."

Tara laughed, and Willow went through the door, closing it behind her. Tara leaned back in the rocking chair and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sunbeams.

It was difficult, though, hearing the muffled sounds of movement through the door. Images kept invading her mind, images of Willow stripping off those muddy clothes, revealing smooth, freckled skin beneath. Images of Willow stepping into the bath, her body slowly disappearing into the depths of the clawfoot tub. Images of cleaning, scrubbing, rinsing...

"I think I bruised my knee earlier," came a sudden voice by Tara's shoulder. Tara shouted and nearly jumped out of the chair, looking around frantically for... Wait, that was Willow's voice... "Willow?"

"Sorry," came Willow's voice again, sounding mortified. It seemed to be coming from a point near the top corner of the rocking chair. Tara couldn't resist reaching out a hand to the spot, confirming that the empty space was, in fact, empty.

Despite all this, she jumped again when Willow's voice started up. "I'm really sorry, Tara. I should have warned you first about the whole voice-throwing thing."

The embarrasment in Willow's tone was just too much. Tara started giggling. It was a nervous kind of giggle at first, but then Willow joined in, and somehow laughing together was so much more comfortable than laughing alone. Soon the two were laughing heartily together, Tara hearing Willow's laughter in stereo from just above her shoulder and muffled from the next room.

This should seem so strange, she thought as the laughter started to die down, but it's Willow, and somehow that makes it feel like the most comfortable thing in the world.

"How do you do that?" Willow asked, between a few last lingering giggles.

Tara smiled and closed her eyes, immersed in the warmth of the sun, the incense-and-peppermint smell of the house, and Willow's lovely voice. "How do I do what?"

There was a moment's pause, then, "With anyone else, when I get embarrased like that... if they laughed, I'd be mortified. But with you, it's always good. It's like your laugh doesn't stand against me, it brings me along with it... or something. You know? How do you do that?"

The reply came to her lips unbidden, as though somehow her whole life they'd been waiting for this moment, this reply. "Magic."

They were quiet for some time after that. Only the creaking of the rocking chair on the floorboards marked the silence.

"I'm glad nobody else is bathing after me," Willow's voice eventually spoke, startling Tara from a half-doze. "I think it would only make them dirtier."

"Cleaning out the tub's going to be quite a job, too," Tara pointed out.

"Ugh. I'm not thinking about that right now. For now, I rinse. I rinse, and then dry, and... oh, bollocks!"

"Oh... what?"

"Bollocks. It's something Kate says. But only when she gets really upset, and she's usually embarrased afterwards. She won't tell me what it means. It's kinda satisfying though, got to admit."

"...so, why did you say it, just then?"

"Umm..." the voice was hesitant, "no towel?"

Tara smiled. "Yeah, I do that sometimes too. It's a warm afternoon, though, you won't get chilled."

"Yeah, but... umm, they're not in here. My towels, I mean. I meant to put them up after I brought them in from the clothesline, but... well, I got distracted, I don't remember how, and anyway, they're still in the hall. Could you maybe...?"

"Yes, of course." Outwardly, Tara was calm. Inwardly, her head was filled with images. Bringing in the towel, sneeking a peek, catching a glimpse of... and how could she resist reaching out, touching...

No. I don't know how she feels about me. Best to avoid temptation...

A few minutes later, the redhead was on the nearby sofa, enrobed and towelling her hair dry. "Gotta say, that was cool. The whole floating towel thing. Very impressive."

Tara grinned at her friend. She was still sleepy from the sunbathing, and feeling relaxed and happy.

"Funny thing, though," Willow continued. "I'm pretty sure you told me you can't move things around with your mind unless you can see it..."

Tara was once again bolt upright and awake. "I didn't see anything!" she swore. "It's clairvoyance, I can s-see around corners a little. But I kept my focus very narrow! I w-w-would never invade your privacy like that, I..." she trailed off as she realised Wilow was laughing at her. She frowned.

"No, no," Willow protested, her giggles ending immediately. "It's OK, I'm not laughing at you. I just... you looked so worried. I know you wouldn't!" Her green eyes were full of concern, and Tara found herself suddenly unable to pay attention to anything else.

Does she know? Does she know how beautiful her eyes are? A Bandia dhilis! It's like looking into a forest. An enchanted forest that you could become lost in and never want to find your way out...

Suddenly realising Willow was still talking, Tara pulled herself quickly from her reverie.

"--is pretty cool anyway. And besides, why would you even want to see me in the bath?"

Oh, if only you knew.

Tara found herself suddenly very eager to look at the floor, the wall, the chair--anywhere except at Willow, whose gaze she was unable to meet. Finally her eyes latched onto the mealbox. "Do you... do you want to go get dressed and I'll prepare the food?"

"Sure," Willow said. Her tone sounded a bit odd, but Tara was already on her way to the dining table, and couldn't see her face.


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Willow went through her closet, searching for just the right thing to wear. Usually she liked her clothes, but today nothing was passing her scrutiny. She discarded a blue sundress for being too plain, a brown tunic because that one really looked much better when her hair was up, and it was really still too damp for that... the white chemise was completely out of the question of course...

Why are all my clothes so ugly? Willow of Rose Village, you have no taste in clothing. No, worse, no matter what clothing you wear you still look frumpy! She slumped against the closet door, all of her earlier energy forgotten. What am I doing? It's just dinner! Tara and I have had dinner hundreds of times! It's just... am I imagining it? How she's looking at me? I must be imagining it, but... her stomach did flip-flops as the memory of Tara's burning gaze came to mind. How can such cool blue eyes feel like fire on my skin, if she's not really... oh, forget it, Willow, and stop being such a baby! Tara's your best friend, no matter... well, no matter what else she may be in your heart, and she's going to think you look fine whatever you wear! Now stop talking to yourself and get dressed!

Her resolve strengthened, she went about doing just that.

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Tara looked up as Willow came back into the room, and her breath caught. The girl had chosen a belted forest-green tunic with a tantalizingly low neckline and a knee-length black skirt, and her damp hair was hanging down in loose ringlets. The late afternoon sun from the window across the room cast long shadows across the floor, and Willow stood half in shadow, half in the light. The effect was, to Tara, indescribably lovely, and she had to duck her eyes and bite her lip to avoid staring.

"You're doing it again," Willow chided. A moment later, Tara found her chin being lifted gently by Willow's fingers. She smiled shyly, nervous but not really able to look away.

"Food's ready," she mumbled, using this as an excuse to look down at the table.

In response, Willow knelt down next to Tara at the low dining table and viewed the contents with evident pleasure.

The square wooden table, about a foot high, was designed more for appearance than functionality, and Tara had set it to maximise its advantages. In the centre she had put a largeish wooden bowl from the kitchenette, and had filled it with two portions of salad. She'd made the salad with dandelion and mustard greens, some thin-sliced carrots, and half a chopped green pepper. She'd applied some oil to the top, flavoured with herbs and red wine, and sprinkled over that a mixture of dried bread crumbs and tiny pieces of bacon. Around the bowl Tara had artfully placed several squares of colourful cloth, each one holding different sandwich ingredients - here a small, sliced loaf of bread, there a crisp sliced tomato, here several thick slabs of bacon, there some thin-sliced potato. A jug of sweet apple cider sat between two cups. The dessert was on the other side of the table, several bowls covered with a large scrap of blue linen.

Willow's eyes sparkled. "Yum! This looks great. Here, let me serve." Tara watched fondly as the redhead enthusiastically forked the salad onto their plates, then put together generously portioned sandwiches for each of them. "All that mud wrestling really worked up an appetite!" Grinning, she poured the cider. "So, do I get to peek under the cloth?"

"No," Tara replied with a mischevious smile, "it's a secret."

They ate and chatted, as they often did, though Tara noted that today there were more silences between their words, more shy grins. She tried to get over her nervousness, but found herself all-too-frequently paying determined attention to her food, avoiding meeting Willow's eyes.

You're going to have to be braver than this, Tara. It's Willow! She's the one that's always there for you, the one you love the most in the world. You don't have to be scared of her. Just relax and enjoy the meal!

It wasn't easy, but by the time they were both ready for dessert Tara had calmed herself enough to stand and lead Willow around to the other side of the table with some semblance of confidence.

"Close your eyes."

Willow obeyed, and Tara couldn't help but take the opportunity to just watch her unobserved. The redhead was grinning with excitement, and Tara found herself grinning in response. After a few breaths, she shook herself from her reverie and lifted the linen. She stood the two candles that had been hidden there in their candleholders and lit them; the light from outside was fading fast. She checked to be certain everything was in place, knelt down at the table, then said "Alright. You can open your eyes now."

Willow laughed, a soft, melodic sound. "I thought I smelled woodbine!" She knelt down right next to Tara, making her intensely aware of the other girl's leg touching hers.

In front of the two burning candles sat a pair of bowls, one full of blackberries, the other half-full of sweet cream. Twining around them bowls were vines of woodbine, near covered with the little white and yellow blossoms. The pleasant scent from the flowers was indeed strong now that the cloth had been lifted.

"W-woodbine is also called honeysuckle," Tara said, silently cursing her stutter for undermining her carefully cultivated tone of confidence. "Did you know that?"

"Is it 'cause of the sweet smell?"

"N-n-no." With fingers that she was gratified to find weren't shaking, Tara reached out and gently plucked a blossom from its vine. "See how the flower ends in this green bulb where it joins the stem?" Not waiting for an answer, she went about the delicate work of pulling the tip of the flower away from the rest. "When you pull it away, the stamen comes with it, see?" She glanced over, saw that Willow's eyes were intently focused on the flower. "So you slowly pull, letting the... letting the tip of the stamen slowly drag through the body of the flower... and watch." They both watched as slowly a tiny, glistening drop of nectar formed at the base of the flower, pulled out by the stamen.

"What... what do you do with it?" Willow asked, her voice a little deeper than usual.

Tara turned so that she was facing Willow. So close... I can feel her warmth... "You l-... you l-lick it." Despite the stutter, Tara managed to keep her eyes locked on Willow's. "Go on, g-give it a try."

Willow's eyes never left hers as she leaned in to the flower held between Tara's now slightly-less-steady fingers and delicately touched the quivering little drop of nectar with the tip of her tongue. She closed her eyes. "Mmmmm. That does taste like honey." She opened her eyes. "Only better."

Tara was barely breathing. She pulled the stamen slowly out the rest of the way and put the tip of it between her lips, tasting the sweet, delicate nectar. Smiled. Watched Willow smile back.

And in that moment she knew. There was no more doubt, no more terrible fear; all that was washed away. And she saw it in Willow's eyes that same moment. It was like the world around them had been holding a thousand breaths, and they were suddenly released.

It wasn't psychic. It wasn't mystical.

But it was magic.

The blossom was gone from her hand, and she was leaning in further. Willow's lips were touching hers, and they were softer than she'd ever imagined lips could be. Her hand was on Willow's cheek with no memory of having put it there, and as her fingers began to explore the softness of the other girls hair she felt Willow's tongue parting her lips. And then all rational sense was gone, lost to a smoldering passion unlike anything she had ever felt.

The kiss went on for quite some time. Eventually Willow pulled back a bit, catching her breath. "Tara," she said, quietly, her eyes wet with unshed tears, "I..."

Tara shook her head, put a finger to Willow's lips. Wordlessly, she reached out with her heart. Felt the emotions that were filling Willow and spilling out. The joy. The fear. The desire. And oh, the love. The love! And she allowed Willow to feel her own emotions., and their joy looped back and forth between them for awhile, uniting them, making them One.

Eventually, after minutes or years, Tara relaxed and withdrew her power. There was still a connection there, though, something between them that she could feel. She knew she ought to be surprised by this, but she wasn't. She just knew it was right. She smiled at her beloved, and her beloved smiled back.

They leaned in together, for another kiss. As one.



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oh my!!!

Dear Sera, it was worth waiting! :-D That was just great!!!

Wow.

And the honeysuckle scene? Wow. Hot.

Now am all grinning :-D

Thanks for the update sweetie.

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 Post subject: Re: 'Home is Where...' (updated 9/2/08)
PostPosted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:56 am 
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Yay for excellent update-y goodness.... Big yay for the :wtkiss . Willow's bathing was funny... The eating with honeysuckle was good...

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 Post subject: Re: 'Home is Where...' (updated 9/2/08)
PostPosted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 5:20 am 
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Sera, great update, and fantastic to see this fic back.

I have to say, I loved Tara's method of seduction - the honeysuckle - really hot.

I hope your muse hangs a round for awhile, cos I really love this fic and the way you write it.

One question, though, will Kate ever tell Willow what bollocks means.

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