Part FifteenWilliam tried to look sympathetic. “Yes, Ms Summers, I
realise that all the evidence suggests that she’s using drugs. But…look, I don’t think you’ve done enough research.”
She looked confused. “What do you mean? I read the
Woman’s Day spread on teenage drug users! And I borrowed a book from the library,
‘How to identity the problem, and what to do next.’ Great book, that. You really ought to have a copy here.”
He nodded. “Yes, I’m sure it’s a wonderful book. But I don’t think your daughter is a drug user. It seems to me that your daughter might be learning how to become a Wiccan.”
“Sorry, I’m not familiar with that term. Wiccan?”
“Uh. Well, have you…er, seen the TV show
Charmed?”
“No, I dislike all American television shows with supernatural themes.”
Wait a minute, Joyce. Supernatural themes equals MAGIC. And Sharon said that…oh…What in god’s name is going on? She stood up, looking defensive. “Look, I don’t know who or what you are. Or why you seem to think my daughter is using magic. Magic doesn’t exist. I mean, sure, when I was little I read C. S. Lewis, and some Ray Bradbury novels. But I never believed them! That would be, sorry if I offend you, ignorant.”
“I’m afraid I didn’t do a good job at explaining this to you. Here,” he grabbed a piece of paper and scrawled a name and telephone number. “Call this man. He’ll be able to help you.”
***
Tara, on leaving William’s office, had gone to the bathroom. She didn’t feel up to walking to her mother’s room, deciding that the walk to the escalator would be too strenuous. And the noisiness of the hotel lobby would be unbearable. She needed the quietness of the bathroom.
For a moment, Tara was completely still. She recalled some of Liz’s meditation techniques and closed her eyes, concentrating. She called to the Goddess to remove unwanted negative energies from her mind, and to allow her to be at peace.
Such stillness. Tara could see a lake, a blue so pale that it was almost silver. She focussed on her breathing, allowing her lungs to expand and deflate, bringing her refreshing oxygen. She was more and more relaxed. The lake was glistening, glowing with energies that would replenish her. She saw herself walk towards it and begin to cleanse herself.
Willow.Tara felt a spark of irritation. The two syllables had brought her back to reality with a thud. Reality brought the heaviness back, almost instantly. With a sigh, she straightened up and opened her eyes. Willow, she had heard the name resonate in her mind. She smiled to herself. Despite her irritation, she was always glad to be reminded of the red-head. She wished Willow was with her now, that she could summon her and she’d be there instantly. She needed a hug.
She debated whether or not to perform a spell. In just seconds she could have Willow by her side. She felt a dull, aching sensation in her lower abdomen which she recognised as fear, and hated herself for being so afraid of simple magicks. Then Tara decided to overcome her anxieties; it'd be worth it, she realised, to have Will by her side. Shutting her eyes she began to whisper ‘Whereever you might be, in darkness or light, may the Goddess bring you sudden insight.’ Then she added her own words,
Willow, baby, please come to me.She felt a spark leave her body, on its way to give Willow a cry for help. Then she waited.
***
“Buff, I’m not seeing Wills anywhere. D’you think that maybe they found a room? The bushes are looking kinda empty.”
Buffy sighed. “Yeah, I guess. We’ll have to go and find some action somewhere else.”
They walked past the hospital, exchanging jokes and giggling.
***
Willow was running. Her lungs ached, begging for her to stop and breath. She had a stitch, too. And her legs were a little sore. But her mind was fiercely intent on finding Tara.
Something brushed past her hair. A soft substance, more transparent and filmy than cobwebs. Very light. It was all around her, tickling her gently. Trying to say something.
Willow let her hand run through it and giggled. It felt the way she imagined a ghost would feel, cool and slippery.
It’s very nice, little cobwebs, but please leave me alone. I’m trying to get somewhere. She continued to walk but they followed her, whispering illegible words in her ears. She suddenly knew.
Oh my Goddess, it’s Tara. She needs me. The webs had given her new energy, and she ran with an unexpected speed and ease.
Tara, baby, I’m comin’. Meet me in your mom’s room. And thank you for calling me.***
Tara felt a warm rush spreading through her veins. Willow was on her way. For the first time in months she was glad to have used magic.
She suddenly felt the strength to walk to her mother’s room.
***
Dawn looked horrified. “What do you mean, they’ll be back in a minute? I don’t want them to see me here, with you…And hey, isn’t this whole Wandering thing supposed to be a surprise for Tara? Why’d you tell her?”
“Dawnie, you know what we both saw. That night when Tara and Willow were in the garden. It just made me realise that we’d done enough. It’s not fair to intrude on her moments with Willow. That’s not what we’re trying to do. So I told her the truth. Please try to understand. It’s Tara. I can’t lie to her.” She looked at Dawn, hoping she would understand. “Also, it wouldn’t have been fair to you if I didn’t tell. You’d have to deal with all of this by yourself later on. I wanted to help you.”
“Thanks, Liz. But isn’t that like part of my Wandery-goodness? The responsibility, I guess, to be able to handle all of those things? So that you don’t have to…” she looked down, a little unsettled.
“That’s sweet of you to want to do that. But I had to tell her.”
Dawn nodded. She took Liz’s hand, entangling their fingers, and squeezed. “Don’t worry Liz,” she whispered, “it’ll be fine.”
The door to Liz’s room swung open unexpectedly. In marched Liz’s husband and son. Behind them, looking slightly dazed, was Tara.
Liz kept her hands entertwined with Dawn’s. She could feel the younger girl’s nervousness pulsating through her.
“Wow. The whole family at once! To what do I owe this pleasure?” Liz smiled.
Donnie leered at Dawn. “Hi there.”
Dawn looked at him uncertainly. “Umm, hi?”
Tara’s father stepped forward. “Liz, how are you feeling?” He ignored the brunette sitting with his wife.
“Umm, a bit better than I was the last time we spoke.” She hugged him and then looked at her son. “Donnie, you changed your hair! It’s red…”
“Thanks for pointing it out, mom, I didn’t notice.” He grinned, a little bit unsure of himself, then reached out to hug Liz. She noticed that his nails were chewed, almost bleeding.
Tara was at the window now. She stepped onto the low chair so that she could see out of the window properly, and rested her arms on the window-sill for support.
Willow?“Tare, baby, are you OK? Where’s Will?”
Liz saw her daughter shrug. “On her way here, hopefully.”
“Who’s Will? Oh, wait, let me guess. You mean that skinny little tart we met at Buffy’s house?” The words left his mouth before he could think about what he was saying. He cringed, feeling guilty, then scowled at himself for mentioning Buffy. He was still really angry that she had barred him from her life.
Tara swung around so fast that Liz worried she would fall off her chair. She walked quickly over to Donnie, grabbing his chin. “Dear little bro.” She waited until his eyes met hers. “Talk about Willow like that again and you will experience pain. A great deal of it.” With one last glare she flounced her way back to the window. Donnie stared, amazed at this side of his sister. One second she was all pouty at the window, the next she was growling like a lioness over her cubs. He hid his fear with a snort.
“Uh, so Tara, you going to inform us then? Was it her that you spent all last night with, or some other random? I’d love to know. And hey, what’s with you suddenly being all large with the butch. It almost suits you, sis. But not…”
Tara looked at him, puzzled. “What, you get off hearing about your sister being with a girl? Because if so, Donnie, I have to say that you scare me.”
“Shut up, Tara.”
She mimicked his voice, “shut up, Donnie.”
Where’s Will? Goddess, please make sure that she’s OK.Tara’s father was off the bed in seconds. “Both of you shut the hell up, now. Don’t you care at all about your mother?”
Liz stared at the three of them with amusement. “No, don’t stop the fight on my account. It’s healthy. Sharing the feelings and all. Carry on.” She winked at Tara and mouthed ‘girl power’.
“Actually,” Tara’s voice was dangerously low, “I do care about my mother. If you’d ever visit the hospital, more than once a fortnight, you might realise that I spend ninety-percent of my life here.”
His eyes were changing. The anger was becoming fear. He
knew that he had a problem, he couldn’t cope with his wife’s illness. He constantly needed to escape his house, and would tell Tara that he was going to work. Instead he’d go and sit in a park, or even just sit in his office at work and play games. He never actually did any work, and had been called in to see the manager. He remembered the pity on his boss’ face when it was suggested that he see a psychologist. Remembered how angry he had been, to be told by a young man that he “had a problem”. The thing was, he knew that he had a problem, but couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it.
He opened his mouth to respond and found he had nothing to say. Tara suddenly snapped out of her trance, and hated herself for saying what she had to him. She knew he had some problem, some big reason that was making him more and more distant. She apologized with her eyes, then walked slowly over to him and hugged him. “Sorry, dad”, she whispered, “Donnie brings out the bitch in me.”
Donnie, however, wasn’t finished. “I don’t get off on it, Tara. As if you’d suggest something like that. In fact, I’m the opposite. It makes me sick.”
“Indeed. Why so?” Tara’s mind wasn’t really on Donnie.
Goddess, PLEASE bring Willow to me. It’s my fault that I left her alone, and she needs me. I can feel it. Help us, please.He grimaced. “It’s unnatural for two girls to be together. You know that, as well as I do. It’s really selfish that you insist on doing it, you’re just hurting our family name. And it’s not exactly good for you, Tara, look how bitchy it’s made you. Butchy and bitchy. Scary combination.”
“Oh, you’re so caring. Concerned about my well-being are you? You prefer the submissive Tara, who looks at you doe-eyed and brings you meals? Well, guess what? She’s gone. She hates you.”
He stared. He hadn’t expected the argument to go this far. “You, you hate me?” His voice faltered.
“No.” She sighed, knowing this had gone far enough. “The old Tara doesn’t like you, because you treated her like shit. But the new Tara can deal with the shit, and won’t accept it anymore. So she doesn’t mind you.”
“Oh.” He looked relieved.
There was an awkward silence. Dawn watched with interest.
“But Donnie, there’s one thing that new Tara will not take from you. And that is badmouthing Willow. She’s
very important to me.” Her blue eyes were stern. “I’ve warned you now.”
“Umm, OK, I won’t.” He smiled feebly.
***
“Oomph! Hey there, mister, watch where you’re goin’.”
The man stared at Willow.
Yes. It’s her. “I am watching. That’s how I found you.” He grabbed her arm.
“Uh, hello? I’m not really into the whole touchin’ stranger phase…”
“I’m not a stranger. Call me, I dunno, your lifesaver. You’ll thank me in a month or two. Once we’ve sucked out that poison.”
Willow yanked her arm away. “Poison? OK, now you’re beginning to freak me out. And no, I will not thank you. I’ll say goodbye. I’m actually on my way somewhere.”
He sneered. “Oh, let me guess. It couldn’t be Rack’s, could it?”
“Huh? What rack? Are you feeling OK?” Willow was suddenly concerned. This guy was weirder than she’d originally thought.
“Cute, you’re attempting denial. You know…the ‘taste like strawberries’ routine. Magickal medicine man. Don’t lie to me, Ms Rosenburg, he’s been all over you. It makes me sick. It’s all over, you know?”
“What is? Magic?” Willow was confused, bordering on frightened. She knew that she wasn’t that powerful. She didn’t know what was surrounding her. Unless…
“The kind of power that surrounds you can only be from Rack. No one else has that kind of power.”
“I honestly have no idea who you’re talking about.”
“You’re about to find out, then.”
***
There was a loud smash.
The four Maclays jumped, and stared at the glass on the floor. Liz looked worriedly at Tara. She knew why the vase had smashed, it was Tara trying desperately to ignore the message in her head that Willow needed help. It had happened to Liz before, she had received divine messages and writen them off as imaginary.
“Tara…don’t ignore them. She needs you.” Liz bit her lip.
Tara turned to face her mother, tears in her eyes. “That’s not the problem. She always needs me. B-but it’s too late.”
***
Willow was babbling more than ever before. “So anyway, even though I look younger than you think, I know more than you think. Well more than you think I know, not more than
you know, because I don’t know how much you know. But I know enough to say that this is illegal, and I have a witness, and unless you take your hands off me now, I’ll scream! Hysterically!”
This is about Tara. He’s going to hurt her, I think. I need to do something.They were walking quickly, past the hospital gift shop, past sobbing couples and gurgling babies.
“Look, this is my job. It’s not illegal, and if you scream you’ll only make a fool out of yourself.” He pulled a card out of his wallet that said ‘Certified Psychiatric Warden’. “If they see you and me, they’ll assume you’re crazy.
Willow thought fast.
OK, I can either non-scream, hence avoid scrutiny by the hospital staff, and not achieve anything. Or I can scream, and get them over here, plead my case, and hope they believe me that this guy’s a fake. The latter option won.
Willow released three extraordinarily loud screams from her throat. “Someone help me, please, I’m being kidnapped!!!” She screamed again. More high-pitched this time.
The man winced. “Dammit! That’s one very loud screech.” He pulled her more sharply this time, towards the parking lot where his car was waiting.
***
“Xand, did you hear that?” Buffy’s eyes widened. “That was Will, I’m sure of it.”
They exchanged horrifed looks. “Maybe Tara’s evil! And is trying to…”
“Shut up!”
Buffy grabbed his arm and they ran towards Willow’s scream.
***
Tara collapsed on the floor of her mother’s room. She was shaking all over. It was her fault, just like what had happened with Jess, she had now done something to Willow. Put her in danger.
The spell… The logical part of Tara’s mind was trying to be heard, laughing at the idea that a tiny locator spell could cause such damage to Willow. But her emotions refused to listen.
Oh goddess. I hurt Willow, with my spell…Why was I ever given the power to practice magic? I’m obviously not meant to do it. I just hurt people.She curled up in a ball, wishing she knew what to do. Where to go, how to find Willow. She didn’t trust herself to be able to find her using her eyes or brain, but on the other hand there was no way in hell that she’d use magic now.
A piercing scream – Willow’s – made her shudder deep inside. Then she sprinted out of the room.
***
Willow was in the van now, and the driver was speeding through the streets of Sunnydale. She was so overwhelmed that she didn’t notice Buffy and Xander staring at the truck, running after it, in horror.
***
“Tara!”
Buffy saw the blond almost stumble through the doors of the hospital. She noticed the tear-stained cheeks, and in any other situation she would have asked what was wrong. But she knew.
She grabbed Tara’s hand and pulled her along. The three continued to run after the van.
Tara tried to pull away from Buffy. “Buffy, there’s something you don’t know. This I-is my fault.”
Buffy stopped running. She peered intently at Tara, as if seeing her for the first time. Then she smiled. “Tara, you love her so much. Whatever happened couldn’t have been your fault. And Will knows that, too.”
She paused, letting the words sink in. Then they made eye contact and held hands again, running after Xander and the van.
***
The van turned sharply off the main road and pulled over. The man who had found Willow stood up and opened a partition at the back. A woman with blond hair and glasses, and dark lipstick, came to sit beside her.
“Willow, we need to ask you some questions before we put you through the program.”
“What program? What the hell is going on?”
“You know you have an addiction. There’s no use denying it, we see it all over you. Your aura is filled with power, and it isn’t yours.”
Willow began to deny any knowledge of Rack when there was a loud thumping at the side of the van. “Let me in. It’s Giles.”
The door was opened and Giles stepped in looking terrified. “Where is she? What did you do with Ms Rosenburg? I demand an explanation.”
There were three sniggers, one of which was Willow’s. “Umm, hi.” Willow waved shyly. She could see that the man was genuinely concerned for her wellbeing and felt bad for having ignored him before.
He breathed in with relief and took a seat next to her.
“You must stop this interrogation immediately. Ms Rosenburg has never been to, let alone heard of, Rack. I can prove it.”
The blond stared at him. “Uh, Mr Giles, how do you explain the power? It’s all over her. In her aura, in her soul. She breathes it.”
He grinned at Willow. “It’s love.”
Ten minutes later, the four of them were nearly best friends. They were already making jokes about dark magic, and happily enjoying the scones and tea that Rupert had stored in the van for emergencies, as trying to work out who the hell Rack was in the first place.
Willow touched Giles’ arm. She blushed, looking apologetic. “Look, I just wanted to thank you for looking out for me. For doing all that research to prove them wrong,” she looked pointedly at the other two, who avoided eye contact. “And even though I was kinda mean to you, you didn’t give up.”
She raised her tea cup and clinked it with his. “Le'chaim. I mean, to life! Life without dark magic!”
***
Tara was ready to collapse but forced herself to continue. She was shaking all over, terrified as to what they would find in the van. She didn’t want to even think about what she’d do if Willow was…
“Tara, there’s the van. Hurry up!” They reached the van and began to kick at the door, yelling obscenities.
The van’s inhabitant’s looked at each other fearfully. Giles spoke up, “er, it’s daylight so it couldn’t be…” he trailed off.
Willow shivered. “Maybe it’s those graffiti-types that I read about in the local paper. Mom’s doing a report on them for a psych convention…”
“Let us in!” A throaty voice, threatening to burst with emotion, was the loudest. “Willow, we’re here to save you, baby!” Tara finally kicked open the door, ready to comfront whatever had taken Willow with her bare hands.
Willow put down her tea cup.
Ohmigod. I’m the worst girlfriend in the entire universe. Tara’s like, ready to… She cut off her train of thought and lunged at her girlfriend. “Baby, oh, I missed you. I’m safe, thankyou for finding me.”
“I will always find you, Will.” Tara was crying onto Willow’s shoulder. Buffy, Xander, Giles and the other two Witches’ Council members cleared their throats in unison. Giles stood up. “Err, I just saw a fascinating butterfly fly past. Shall we go and examine it?”
They all followed him, trying not to laugh at the pathetic excuse, except for Willow and Tara.
They were leant against the side of the van kissing. Their kiss was more urgent than even had imagined possible. Willow’s hands were lost in Tara’s hair, pushing her closer and closer as the kiss deepened. Tara moaned lightly and looked at Willow adoringly. “My darling, thank the Goddess you’re OK.” She licked Willow’s lips gently and shut her eyes.
Willow spoke in a husky voice. “Tara, I knew you’d come and find me. I knew you were the knight in shining armour type. Only, not really a knight. More like a warrior princess.” She looked at Tara’s mermaid outfit and giggled. “And your costume
is kinda shiny.”
Stop talking, Willow, and kiss her! She put her hands on Tara's face and stroked the soft skin. Then she guided Tara's mouth to hers. Her heart beat quicker than ever, quicker than it had during her run in the hospital, as Tara's warm lips met hers, again and again.
She realised with a jolt that Tara's hand was being ignored. She grabbed it and kissed each finger, then went back to nibbling on Tara’s lip. “Mmm Tara-lips.” She let her tongue lightly trace Tara's lips, then she slowly entered Tara’s mouth. As her tongue moved with Tara’s, she noticed the blond’s body begin to relax. She smiled to herself, more than happy to make Tara relax even more.
Tara, too, felt her body relax.
This is so much better than any meditation.She took Willow’s hand and led her out of the van. “Will, let’s go to my place,” she whispered. Then she winked, “it’s empty.”
***
Liz suddenly smiled. She turned to Dawn and smiled broadly.
"What's with the happy face?" Dawn was mystified.
Liz checked that her husband and son were still distracted with the task of putting the vase back together. Then she whispered.
“They found each other.”
TBC....
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After the moon went
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Tara, 'Seeing Red'
Edited by: vix84 at: 10/13/02 7:37:28 am