by Katharyn » Tue Jan 29, 2013 12:26 pm
Title: Tara and Willow – Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda – Chapter Fifty
Author: Katharyn Rosser
Feedback: Absolutely, yes please. That’s why I write for this place, to engage in the discussion about the story.
Spoiler warning: Not sure why I am bothering, really, but Season 4 and Season 5 of BTVS.
Distribution: This story was written for Pens. Pens is its home. No archiving off Different Coloured Pens and the Kitten Board please. No conversion to eBook or other formats please. Enjoy it here.
Summary: New Moon Rising. Yes. New Moon Rising. Not all of it, it’ll take quite a few chapters. But… New Moon Rising. And we should all know what that means.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the copyrights or anything else associated with BTVS. All rights lie with the production company, writers etc. I am making no money from this series of stories however all original characters and situations remain my property. As this is a missing scenes and alternate reality fiction lots of scenes are new versions of those seen in the show, as such dialogue and situations are taken from the show. I’m sure you can tell which. All credit for those aspects goes to the original writers.
Rating: Occasional, tasteful, adult situations and contextual bad language. However by and large equivalent to the show.
Couples: Tara and Willow forever, that’s all I’m bothered about.
Text convention: Use of italics denotes either special emphasis if used for a single or a few words in a sentence OR first person thoughts if used for a whole sentence.
Notes: Well, here we are. I kind of decided part way through 48 that it’d be nice to mark NMR with part 50. On the other hand NMR will – undoubtedly – go on for a few parts so it’s not quite so perfect numbering as all that. But that was why Superstar was extra-long as a chapter and I’ve skipped Where the Wild Things Are entirely. I never did like that episode and not just because of how it treated Tara either.
Full disclosure: I did toy with the idea of Tara and Willow being the loved up ones in WTWTA… however I didn’t want to spoil their ‘first’ time (I’m leaving it slightly vague as to what they’ve not actually done!) and also I wanted the perfection of that event – that they’ve been waiting for so long - being after NMR.
So there’s some clean-up of Superstar to cover, the conversations about Diana and what she wants… then the whole Oz is back thing. This is a slightly different Willow though in terms of where we know and have seen that she is in her feelings. I’ve made very clear that she loves Tara already. That’s not news. What Tara might be afraid of though… Our fears are never rational as our realities… Just remember throughout all of this part, neither of their points of view is necessarily objectively accurate. Hopes and fears make us crazy. And the more you love, the more you can be afraid of losing it.
There’s a lingering tribute in the first section to a show some of you may catch, but for others it might go right over your heads. But that’s fine, because it’s gone right over Willow’s head too so you’re in good company.
Finally, there’s a reference in here to meeting the Rosenbergs… obviously that bonus chapter hasn’t happened just yet because Willow’s not done that. So… sometime between here and summer then.
Thanks to: For Kajun. Who’s had a rough day.
“I’m sorry,” Willow said. “But to me that just sounds weird. And not a good weird, just weird-weird.”
“You think that’s weird, with all the things you’ve seen?”
“It’s weird compared to things I’ve done, too,” she reminded Tara.
“And d-done?”
“Yeah, I still think it’s just weird. You say this is a comedy, right?”
“Uhuh.”
“And it’s English?”
“They call themselves British,” Tara said. “You must’ve noticed. You know, Giles.”
“It’s English though,” Willow pressed.
“Well, yeah.”
“So, this complete failure of a man is frozen?”
“As a p-punishment.”
“And then everyone else dies and when he wakes up, three million years have gone by and his companion is another complete failure of a man, but this one’s dead and is now a hologram?”
“See! You got it.”
“And it’s funny?”
“In a British way, but I kind of like that. I kind of like weird,” Tara said as they walked. “Even weird-weird.”
The sun was out, things were lovely and though they had places to be, actually they had plenty of time to get to the meeting. Things were looking good. A long, lazy morning in bed which hadn’t gotten beyond the simple undercurrent of perpetual attraction but she’d enjoyed all the same for the simple intimacy. That was the thing with Tara, she could just be there with her and it was good. To talk to her, brush her hand or lie with her was beyond good.
Then there was the other thing, of course, and – since she’d run out of superlatives – she just had to consider that special.
“Lucky for me,” Willow said.
“You’re not weird, sweetie,” Tara reassured her.
“Maybe I won’t like this show. And not liking it would make me weird, right? Compared to you anyway?”
“That wouldn’t be a problem. I mean, you’d have to wait to see it anyway,” Tara refused to be drawn on that. “It’s all on video at home.”
“I can wait,” Willow said, not convinced that she would like it, but willing to give it a chance. Besides, anything that was back in Montana implied visiting Montana.
Meeting the family.
Another of those Quote – Unquote BIG STEPS.
No matter how big that step was, somehow she was looking forwards to it more than taking Tara home to her Mom and Dad. There wasn’t anything particular about it that was worrying her and it certainly wasn’t anything to do with Tara or being with her… If anything she was more concerned that Sheila would be too right on about it.
Mom was a product of her time and education. A learned liberalism which accepted all sorts of things from a daughter who ploughed her own furrow, picked her own school and stayed out later than most parents would’ve been happy with. Coming out wasn’t likely to worry her in the slightest.
At least not publicly. Her worries would probably be more about the things she was ‘missing’. Yeah, that sounded about right. After all, in the circles Mom mixed in, a lesbian daughter might even be a point of some pride. Privately though… she was less sure.
As for her Dad? Ira Rosenberg was a different person altogether… So for his reaction? It might be very different, but it’d probably be more genuine and he’d be polite about it too. There’d be no drama, no screaming. Good or bad, Ira Rosenberg didn’t scream.
Right?
“So that’s it, whacky adventures of these two guys?” she asked. Didn’t sound like the sort of thing you could build a show on.
“There’s an android, later. He’s got a funny head. And a groinal attachment.”
“Oh, a groinal attachment. That sounds… hilarious.”
“There’s a cat too.”
“Well, why didn’t you say? Who doesn’t like cats?” Willow asked. “Not that I’m like death to all dogs, I used to see myself as a dog person. I always wanted a dog. I was going to call him Nicolai and he’d be cute as a button.”
“Nicolai?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“No reason I… I’m more of a pussy girl, myself.”
“Well, duh!”
“I didn’t mean - ”
“Yes, Tara, you really did. If there’s one word in the entire language you wouldn’t use accidentally, it’s that one. But that’s why it works on so many levels,” Willow grinned at her girlfriend’s embarrassment. “Go on, admit it…”
“It slipped out,” Tara said. “And… yes.”
“See, was that so bad? So tell me about this cat.”
“Cat? He’s kind of like a guy though,” Tara said, thinking about what she was saying. “He’s the last cat on the ship, after they all evolved from a pregnant one in - ”
“The three million years?” Willow yawned as she said it.
“Okay, I can tell I’m boring you now,” Tara said.
“No, I’m just tired,” Willow told her. “I’m very, very interested in what you’re saying. Anything you’re saying.”
“Sleepy? You just got up.”
“Nah,” Willow said. “We just got up and that’s why I’m sleepy.”
“We weren’t that late.”
Even though they’d talked and touched – not naughtily – well into the night. “No, but somehow I want to be back there again, with you. So I yawn, thinking maybe you suggest slipping away from the meeting and back into a bed somewhere.”
“Tease…” Tara said.
“Moi?”
“Mais oui!”
“Want to know what I decided last night?” Tara asked.
“Was it while you were looking into my eyes? Or was I asleep?”
“You were asleep.”
“Umm… Probably that you’re a lucky, lucky girl?”
“No, I pretty much already knew that.”
“You don’t think how lucky you are anymore?” she asked, as if hurt by it.
“Only on day’s with a Y in them.”
“Good, but go on, what did you decide?” She was in full on curious mode now. It wasn’t often that Tara just came out and asked her something like that, so it was bound to be good if it was worth mentioning at all. It’d be unfair to call Tara taciturn – mostly because she wasn’t one hundred percent certain she knew what that really meant – but when she spoke, it was usually worth listening to. And not just because her voice… Ohh, her voice.
So, pretty much, it was always worth listening to.
“I think… I think I’m going to get a kitten,” Tara said.
“Wow… colour me – no, actually, you’re definitely a cat person. I can just see it.”
“Lesbians and their cats?” Tara asked.
“I hadn’t actually gone there,” Willow said, feigning a little annoyance. “But if I had then I’d have probably put more innuendo into. Like you did, earlier with the pussy joke.” Yes! Score! Tara’s renewed blush was all the confirmation she needed. “Still…”
“No,” Tara said, trying to restrain her.
“It’s not new that you’re a girl who could love a pussy, once you were given the chance.”
Tara was fumbling for a retort. “Well – you joked about it first.”
“I bet,” Willow said, suddenly inspired, “that you’re the kind of girl who could even love someone else’s pussy.”
Tara groaned. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“Well, I figure I should probably be able to say it, if I want to do it,” she said. “Pussy. Pussy. Pussy.” Unsurprisingly Tara didn’t object to that idea. “By the way, I didn’t do this when – umm – it was the other – umm - gender.”
“Good!” Tara managed. She was laughing and barely able to talk. Things… jiggled when she did that. It was nice in so many ways.
“So what do you think?” Willow asked.
“I think I’m going to get a kitchen,” Tara said. Or at least that was what it sounded like.
“Kitchen?” Willow asked, bursting into laughter, it was only fitting that she shared her girlfriend’s fate.
“Kitten, kitten,” Tara gasped through her laughs. “You knew what I meant!”
“You have dreams of appliances,” Willow teased. It was as close to sing-song as she was usually willing to get.
“Don’t you go there. Don’t - ”
“Tara and a washer on spin cycle up a tree – K – I – S – S – I – N - G” she recited, hugging Tara to her when the other girl made as if to physically stop her.
“Noo!”
“You’re just filthy minded,” Willow said, trying to sound serious as Tara struggled against her, but it was only half hearted. As they touched the energy ran through them and who didn’t appreciate that?
“Me?! You’re the one who keeps going there – wherever ‘there’ is, there you go.”
A kiss ended the confrontation as the laughter died and she, finally, started to get into the idea of kitten. “I think a little kitty would be sweet,” she said.
“Willow,” Tara warned. “You were done - ”
“What, Willow? Done what? What did I… Oh… I didn’t mean that one, really. I do, I think a kitten would be… I never had a pet, my Mom’s allergic to… well, most things. So we never thought about it and… I don’t think a kitten would do well in our house, but… aren’t they going to stop you from having pets in dorms?”
“Not just me. She’d be ours,” Tara pointed out. “Because of, you know, how you’re always there and… if you didn’t want her then we won’t get her.”
“She’s a ‘she’ now?”
“She is. She’s also going to be unbearably cute but well behaved and get herself trained to use the litter really, really quickly because the alternative isn’t nice.”
Hmm, yeah… there was a practical side of things she wished that she hadn’t had to think about. Maybe she’d need to be careful getting out of bed at Tara’s once they had the kitten. Feet straight into slippers. If they survived. Did kittens destroy shoes like puppies? But… “Having a pet together… wow, that’s like a commitment, right?”
“Unless… you don’t want it to be.”
Willow smiled. She wanted. “And is she going to be like, a familiar?”
Tara shook her head. Ah, well, just an idea. “Does that make a d-difference?”
“No. As I always said, if we can’t share pussy, then what are we really?” Willow asked.
This time Tara didn’t stop when she was hugged, not when she was kissed, pushing her right back up against a tree, half admonishing her, half about to stick a tongue down her throat. All faux-disgusted at jokes they hadn’t quite earned yet. But the sentiments were real enough. She was anticipating being able to go there for real – and she didn’t just mean the jokes.
“How do we hide her?” Willow asked. “They’ll say she has to go if anyone finds her.”
“Well, she’ll be a sneaky kitty,” Tara said.
They’d referred to it often enough, so… sure.
Willow knew she’d never been the most natural rebel but she’d never appreciated the strength of that streak in Tara until now either, so she grinned. “Sneaky… I like that. But we’re going to drive her wild too.”
“We are?”
“Absolutely bonkers. There’ll be string, just for a start.”
“You shouldn’t give her that,” Tara pointed out. “In case she swallows it. It’s… bad.”
Good point. One that she hadn’t known. Still… “Okay, but that’s the point,” Willow said. “Even more of the point. I’ve no intention of giving it to her. Not ever. Dance, kitty, dance.”
Tara grinned.
“Laser pointers,” Willow said. “That’s also a source of her torment at my hands. And I absolutely promise not to shine it in her eyes.”
“Or mine?”
“Especially yours,” Willow promised. “There’s too much for you still to see. Not that you don’t have the hands to do everything by touch, but… No, I like your eyes intact. I like you looking at me.”
“Come on,” Tara said. “Let’s get to the meeting. Then we need to get to the store.”
“Ooh, can we start buying stuff for her?”
“I… guess. I mean, I want my place to be a kitty friendly zone as well as Willow friendly.”
“She needs a name,” Willow decided. “I can’t keep calling her ‘her’.”
“Umm, what were you thinking?”
“I don’t know… Tiddles?”
Tara shook her head.
“Well, we’re not naming her Nicolai. That’s already reserved for any future puppy.”
“Agreed… So?”
“Sweetie-pie, because, you know, of how sweet she’ll be and kind of like the cartoon too.”
“Tweetie-pie was the bird though,” Tara pointed out.
“Sylvester?”
“Boys name. What about Trixie?”
Willow shook her head. “No, our kitty’s not going be a stripper. Even if she will be a bare ass naked pussy and – that didn’t work as well as it should have done...”
Tara laughed, “Okay then, I know… I know…”
Willow found she was smiling even before Tara had told her. Somehow, this one was just going to work. “Tell me?”
“Miss Kitty Fantastico.”
“I love it,” Willow said. “We can call her Miss Kitty for short and then – and then – I don’t just love it. I love you…”
“What’s not to love?” Tara asked.
“I just don’t know,” Willow replied. “I really don’t.”
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“So,” Giles said. “there are only three items on the agenda for today’s meeting - ”
“Wait, we have agenda’s now?” Xander asked, giving her a wink that Tara could only think of as friendly. While he might not know or understand what there was between her and Willow, he was as welcoming of Willow’s new ‘friend’ as anyone else had been.
Anyone except Anya of course, who wasn’t impressed by his smile in her direction. But Willow had told her to expect that. They were anticipating much relief from Anya when she found out they were lesbians. Two more women in the world who would never, ever try to sleep with her man. Bonus points for being nearby ones.
“I thought, since we have a guest,” Giles said, an edge creeping into his voice, “we’d at least make an attempt doing things properly? Seeming professional? Futile, I suppose…”
“Shall I take minutes?” Willow asked, sitting primly upright and crossing her leg like an old-fashioned secretary with a notebook. It was an interesting look on her and the glance that they shared confirmed that Willow was well aware of it too.
“No, I don’t actually think that’ll be necessary.”
Buffy’s suggestion was next. “How about, maybe, we deal with my update and then we move onto what happened with Jonathan and then what Tara’s come down here for?”
“Ah, the very definition of an agenda,” Giles said through a long sigh.
“Oh, yeah. Right. Please – you go on.”
“First things first,” he said, “I’d like to thank Tara for coming down here. You’ve been around things long enough now that we should’ve invited you much sooner.”
“Here, here,” Willow said, a little overloud. “Well, I just mean… I agree.”
“I’m excited to be here,” Tara said, trying not look too excited though.
“Wow… you really do have a lot to learn,” Anya told her. “So sweet, so naïve.”
“Now, hun, remember what we said about not telling people when you’re really, really bored?”
Anya brightened, visibly at least. “Yes, I’m sorry. I am also very excited to be here and that Tara is here with us. I’m sure that that together we will all be very helpful.”
“That’s better.”
Tara grinned; somehow she thought that she’d like Anya given chance to get to know her. They were both outsiders and the girl’s jealousy of anything that might have history or the possibility of creating a history with Xander would surely be assuaged once she understood the reality. Also, she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t have been jealous about someone who might be interested in Willow.
Or would she rise above it? Secure in the knowledge that her girl was… hers. It was hard to say. Obviously she knew what she hoped the answer would be, but being confronted with reality? That always changed things.
“The group welcomed Tara to the meeting,” Willow said, faking the writing of minutes.
“Yes, thank you, Miss Rosenberg. Now, Tara, I structured the agenda so you could be last so that you’d have opportunity to hear the rest of what was happening, but if you’d like to go first? If you have to be somewhere?”
Giles’ offer was nice of him, but more telling was the fact that he didn’t want to look like he was hiding anything from her and any way you stacked that up it basically equalled… trust.
“Umm – n-no, I mean I don’t have to be anywhere else. Just yet.”
“Good – well, Buffy, if you’d like to update us on what you’ve found on your recent patrols?”
“Zippo. Bupkiss. Nothing.”
“The group was underwhelmed by the news that nothing was going on,” Willow said. “And wondered why that was worth an agenda item.”
“Willow!”
“Sorry. But…?”
“Because there’s nothing going on and there always is?” Xander suggested? “Note that, Willow. Xander was right!”
Giles sighed.
“You don’t think that’s anything to do with Jonathan – that whole, changing reality thing?” Xander asked.
“Possibly, am I allowed to talk about this yet?” Buffy asked.
“Why ever not?”
“Well, we have this agenda and Jonathan was like the next item, wasn’t he?”
Giles shook his head. “I wish I’d never mentioned the blessed thing, just say what you like, it’s not like you wouldn’t all do that anyway. I’m sorry Tara, but you’re just going to have to take us as we really are.”
Tara happened to be looking at her girl at that moment and caught her eyes as Giles mentioned ‘taking’. There was someone who was ready to be taken. Were they going to do this all the time? Catch each other’s eyes at the slightest hint of innuendo?
Perhaps they were just hypersensitive in their current… prolonged states?
Focus… There was something about Mister Giles’ speech that showed just how worn down he was by all these youngsters, she thought. He was a product of a different generation, a different country and yet he was utterly at ease with them. Yeah, they’d worn the edges off him, all right.
“So, do you think it was what happened with Jonathan?” Xander repeated the question. “I thought maybe you’d want a reminder of the question…”
“No,” Willow said. “You guys remembered doing things but… those were memories and not reality. Nothing – Reality only changed for a few minutes. Maybe an hour or so at most. Everything you remember hadn’t happened at all. So he can’t just have made it so things that did exist didn’t.”
Tara put her hand up, noticing that Anya had also been about to speak up. “I think, maybe he could,” she said, putting her hand down when everyone was looking at it. “But – he’d have to be really specific about it. He couldn’t j-just like randomly kill off a bunch of demons without understanding who and what they were. At least, that’s the way it seems to me. I could be wrong. Easily. Maybe.”
Willow was looking at her and Tara could tell that her girl was totally proud of her for getting involved, even if they’d ended up on different sides of a theory. But she just had to say it as it seemed to her.
“Once upon a time I could say ‘once upon a time’ and change everything,” Anya said. “But Jonathan’s a hack. He didn’t have powers. He had spells. And the witches are both right – whatever he did hadn’t changed everything. It had just changed now – which was then - and the memories we had of before. Which is why we don’t have them now.”
“My head hurts,” Xander said. “So… what we’re saying is we don’t think it was anything to do with Jonathan?”
“Well, the vampires that turned up just before… they’re dead and staked, right?” Willow looked at her and Tara had to agree, even when safe from the changed nature of reality by being close to Diana, she’d seen those vampires attack and get staked.
“But the rest?” Xander asked. “They’re still out there?”
“If Anya’s right then the world of the present went back to what it had been once Jonathan’s alter ego was… gone. So did our memories, I mean, Buffy killed the Master, not Jonathan. You all remember that right?” Willow asked.
“Yeah, I just sort of remember that someone said it the other way around… but this is real. Right here,” Buffy said.
“Good.”
Tara nodded at Willow’s questioning eyes. She agreed with all of this. “There’s probably no reason that Sunnydale wouldn’t have its share of vampires and demons once again,” she said.
Not all of the demons had gone away, after all.
“When things get slow,” Willow started, but Tara finished it for her.
“Extra evil is brewing.”
Xander was looking at her and then turned to Willow. “You two are like a double act, Will,” he commented.
Tara looked at her girlfriend, wondering what she’d say.
“Tara’s just really smart and powerful; she’s been thinking about magic her whole life. Reading too, you have been reading, haven’t you?”
Tara nodded, not trusting herself not to blurt out more about their double act. Mister Giles, at least, understood. The rest of them… They’d get it, eventually. Maybe stop blundering innocently into innuendo.
“If we could get back to the topic at hand?” Giles asked, perhaps to spare them the discomfort. Or maybe to move his agenda along.
“Do we have to?” Anya asked, then was turned around into an apology by her boyfriend. “Oh, yes please, let’s keep discussing things that aren’t intensely boring.”
Okay, not much of an apology.
“Well, something’s certainly cut into the demon activity.”
“Maybe… the Initiative?” Willow suggested. “Could they be having an impact again? Maybe with new tactics or weapons?”
“Sure, I guess…” Buffy said. “You throw enough money at something, enough weapons, and sure they’ll be cutting into the activity. But right down to nothing? I haven’t had a nibble in days…”
“I know what you mean,” Anya said. “Xander and I - ”
“Have nothing to say,” Xander interrupted. “And certainly nothing to share with the group about anything that’s not quite working.”
“We’re very happy,” Anya said significantly. “But nibbleless.”
“I could have minuted that,” Willow pointed out, seeing Giles’ frustration.
“Really. It’s like trying to maintain decorum at a chimp’s tea-party.”
Tara was just happy to hunker down and let this go on around her. They were old friends, she was just the new girl on the block and they’d decide if they wanted her to actually talk about Faith. That was, after all, what she was here for. Everyone had – finally - agreed that they couldn’t keep Faith in that cage much longer.
More to the point, if the Slayer hadn’t been willing to stay there, they couldn’t have kept Faith in the cage at all. She had to be let out from time to time and if Faith decided to take one of them hostage or got the jump on Buffy then… they’d all be in trouble. She knew very well that Buffy, especially, was sceptical of the ‘house-broken Faith’ they had in that cage. But it’d been too long already and they had all seen it.
Whatever was going to happen to Faith, it needed to happen soon and she had her own opinions on that. It was why she was here.
“Hey, who are you calling a chimp?” Xander demanded.
“I didn’t call you a chimp - ” Giles started.
Then she noticed the breeze on her neck, that the door had opened and she turned to look who it could be as the others slowly noticed the same thing and – gradually – stopped arguing about who was a chimp and who was just like a chimp while another voice was taunting in a faux-English accent ‘cup of tea, cup of tea!’
The guy at the door had his hands firmly shoved in his pockets and looked… he looked familiar. Like she’d seen his picture somewhere, she was sure.
Since the only connection she could’ve had to him was… Willow. Looking back at her girl, she saw the shock on his face and she knew, knew at the very core of her being who this was.
“Hey,” Oz said.
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Somehow Willow found that she’d switched to autopilot basically as soon as the door had opened. Her autopilot needed reprogramming too because she’d already agreed to let Oz come around that night before she even realised what she was saying and in front of whom she was saying it…
How had that happened? He’d gone through some greetings with the others and done the guy greeting with Xander who’d found some solidarity with him because – she guessed – guys could do that. Everyone else understood how awkward this was.
Or they thought they did. No one but Giles had any idea.
This wasn’t just awkward it was… It was a disaster.
“Everyone’s uncomfortable now,” Anya said after Oz had left. Apparently it was great to see everyone but, she couldn’t see why.
What was he doing here, now? And what was –
“Are you okay?” Buffy asked, at least having half an idea what this was doing to her. Giles, who had a better one but more reserve than his Slayer, looked obviously worried about her too.
That was good; because she was worried. About herself and more than that she was worried about… Tara.
“I - ”
She could see what was about to happen. She knew the woman she loved well enough to know exactly what was about to happen. All the confidence that had built up over the months was about to desert Tara. The voice was going to break and she was going to flee. Flee, when all Willow wanted to do was hold her, promise her that this wasn’t anything that had to hurt them. But…
I can’t make that promise.
Right now she was too shocked, too confused by events to know what she thought, let alone be able to tell anyone else. Especially Tara. Knowing what she felt, for Tara, wasn’t all that counted here.
“I just, um – I realised, um, I’m – I’m actually late for study group,” Tara said.
“Tara, wait.” I love you. I love you and you’re running away when I need you more than anything else to be here for me.
“No, no, it’s okay. You – you should be with your friends, and, and I – I should go.”
It’s not just me. It’s not just about me. It’s us, baby, it’s us and us is what I need more than anything else but… I’m going to let you walk out because I don’t know how to say what’s in my head. All I know is… “Wait…”
Tara walked out though, softly closing the door behind her.
“Well, that was awkward,” Anya said, “I guess she really doesn’t like werewolves. She’s probably allergic. A lot of people are. That’s a little known fact hidden by the mutilation.”
And everyone was looking at her but only one of them had any idea of the reason behind her tears.
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If I wanted a little pussy, I've got my own to play with.
Chance in *Chance*
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. But, It's still a kick in the gut when I watch/read about Oz's return and Tara's initial suffering 
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LOL
Starr, I completely forgot about the " She's all over you" moment. So, thanks for the reminder.
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