Zampsa1975:
Good that Tara has started the therapy... I truly hope she find it easier to talk to Marcy about the abuse now that she knows she's also a witch... I truly hope that Tara also tells Willow everything.
Our girls have got a little ways to go yet before the path is smoothed out for them, but Tara has certainly take some good first steps. Thanks for sticking with me!
leonhart17:Oooh, can't wait for the Bronze!
And now you don't have to. One Bronze party scene, coming up! Thanks for the feedback!
love_2003:Glad that we are able to see how Tara is doing in therapy.
I didn't want to write an intricate account of therapy in this fic, as that subject is too intricate for me to deal with well without hijacking the over-arching love story. But I did want to show a little of the foundation of the therapeutic relationship. Thank you for commenting!
abarda:Great that Tara is able to trust her therapist. It is important.
It really is. ANd that's why I needed to make Tara's counselor at least aware of the supernatural. The ability to say any and everything in therapy can be pivotal to the process.
As for the Bronze...read on, and thanks for the feedback!
WolfDragonGod:Tara has a lot to go through hope she will be alright.
She does have a lot to deal with...but this IS the Kittenboard after all, so I do promise a happy ending. I am glad you are enjoying the story!
Thanks to all who are reading, and even more to those of you who leave comments!
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The Bronze was packed. There were several bands slated to play that night, and between their particular fans and exam-weary college students, the club was full to capacity. It was only by sheer luck that the gang had managed to secure a table toward the back of the club, as another group headed out for a frat party.
In spite of the press of strangers, the presence of her friends and Tara beside her, Willow felt very alone. Everyone else seemed to having a great time. The table was rarely full, as Scoobies and wolves circulated between the dance floor, bar and pool table. It seemed to Willow that even Giles was having a better time than she was – a classically beautiful woman of about his age had approached him early in the evening and asked him to dance, and he had spent a considerable portion of the night in her company.
It didn't help that neither she nor Tara were in the best of moods when they arrived. Willow had been alarmed and upset earlier as Tara shared the discovery that her therapist was also a witch, and had identified Tara as one. Long years as a Scooby made her suspect anything that seemed too pat, too easy, and her witchy girlfriend finding a witchy counselor just seemed a little too much like an answered wish. And they all knew how bad wishes could turn out in Sunnydale.
Tara had taken exception to her negative reaction, arguing that she had been careful before opening up. She had seemed hurt that Willow wasn't reassured by her description of Marcy's aura. Once it became clear that Willow was not going to even try to trust her insight, Tara had changed the subject entirely, refusing to discuss it further. As a result, the afternoon they had planned to spend relaxing together had turned into a tense situation for both of them.
By the time they arrived at the Bronze, both had been relieved to be in the presence of others. At least with the gang around them they could focus on something other than their disagreement, and there were plenty of distractions in the club. They had said their hellos, gotten drinks, and settled in at the table. Neither had moved much since.
When I first started coming here, I expected to sit to sit out every dance. She felt resentment stealing over her.
After all, I was a big spaz who couldn't talk to guys in complete words. Then I had a boyfriend in the band, and I still didn't dance, because he was onstage and I was busy being thrilled that he looked at me once in a while during the show. But now, here I am, at the Bronze, with my girlfriend sitting right next to me, and we haven't danced once all night. And why? Because she thinks I am being paranoid. Hah!
She didn't grow up here. She has seen some nasty stuff since we met, sure, and she was great in the fight with Adam, but she hasn't seen how things that seem good always turn out badly around here. Oz seemed like the perfect guy until he turned out to be wolfy, Angel was romantic as a girl could ask for before he and Buffy did the wacky, Professor Walsh seemed so cool before she turned out to be psycho...the list goes on and on. But no, Willow doesn't know what she is talking about.
She fiddled with her drink as her mental rant continued.
She's just shutting me out. Every time I come up with a suggestion that might help her feel better, she either stops listening, or starts telling me why it won't work. Doesn't she get that I can help fix things? I mean, that's why I started learning magic, to help solve problems. That's what we DO.
Willow absently listened to the conversation Tara was having with Zeke, while her eyes roamed the dance floor. A slow song was playing, and her gaze was drawn by the couples she knew. Hunk and Billie were up near the stage, close to Buffy and Riley. Further over to the left, Anya was nestled into Xander's arms, and her own heart softened a bit at the near-blissful expression on the face of her oldest friend. She still wasn't particularly fond of the ex-demon, but he seemed happy.
She looked away, unwilling to intrude on the moment Xander was basking in even by staring. Her eyes blankly roamed the rest of the dance floor, until a flash of ginger hair caught her attention. She looked closer, and saw Oz, dancing close with...
Doro? When did THAT happen? Not that I have a problem with it but...Doro?
The slow song ended and Willow was jostled as people began to return to their tables. Even her own friends seemed to be danced out, as most of them gathered in around her and Tara, pulling stools in and crowding close together. As Oz and Doro wandered up, the diminutive pack-leader looked her in the eye, and tilted her head. It seemed almost as if Doro was asking her, without words, to not make an issue of whatever was going on between her and Oz. Willow held her gaze for a moment, then nodded, and was answered by a quick flash of a smile.
Talk around their table grew rapid and fragmented, jokes about the crowd around them and the music interspersed with discussions of jobs, classes and patrols. It felt to Willow like the party was drawing to a close, the group coming together one final time before heading off in couples and small groups.
On the heels of that thought, Anya rose from her stool, and began to tug at Xander's arm. “Okay, we have danced and socialized for longer than the minimum acceptable time. Can we go back to your basement and have orgasms now?”
The rolled eyes of the Scoobies and the ripple of chuckles from the wolves were cut short by Willow's outburst. “Do we ALWAYS have to hear about your sex life Anya? Could you maybe, just ONCE, leave discreetly without announcing to the whole world that you are running off to do..well..Xander? Some of us really don't want that mental picture!”
Most of the group shifted uncomfortably and looked away, but Anya just looked puzzled. “What's wrong with speaking plainly? I'm sure Tara will be giving you orgasms later, so why should we hide it?”
Willow exploded up off her stool, a glance at Tara's nervous, mortified face just fueling her anger. “What Tara and I do is none of your business! And I don't want to know about what anyone else is doing in bed!”
She felt more than saw Tara push away from the table, and turned to see her girlfriend retreating. With a final glare at Anya, she began to push her way through the crowd to follow.
Tara had just disappeared into the ladies bathroom when Willow felt a hand on her arm, restraining her. She whirled around, ready to bite the head off whoever was interfering, but she didn't get the chance.
“What the hell, Will?” Buffy's expression was a cross between exasperation and concern. “What was that all about?”
“Buffy, let me go. Anya upset Tara, and I need to go help her.”
“Will.” Buffy's voice was even, carefully modulated. “I don't think Anya upset Tara. I think you did.”
“Me? I didn't do anything, until that demon started giving a blow-by-blow of her sex life! Tara really doesn't need to hear that right now. She's going through so much, and somebody has to stand up for her, take care of her!”
Riley had moved up to them in time to catch this last outburst, and he exchanged somber glances with Buffy before speaking. “Why don't we take this back to the dorm? Buffy, will you go get Tara, and take her to your room? We'll meet you there.”
Buffy nodded and moved away just as Willow began to protest.
“We don't need some kind of intervention, Riley!”
Riley cut her off. “Yeah, actually, you do. And if you love Tara, really love her, you'll come along and listen.”
Willow shook her head in negation, but allowed him to lead her through the crowd and out the door. She fumed as they walked toward campus.
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By the time Buffy and Tara arrived at the room Willow was nearly vibrating with tension. Some part of her knew her fury was irrational, but that wasn't helping to calm her down at all. Instead, it drove her higher into the spiral of frustration.
It seemed like it took forever for the four of them to get seated, and then there was a taut silence that all of them seemed reluctant to break. Tara was sitting next to Willow, holding her hand, but wouldn't look at her. Buffy and Riley sat across from them on Buffy's bed, looking studiously at the floor.
Finally, Buffy dropped her shoulders, sighed, and looked up to meet Willow's eyes. “Will...ever since we took down Adam, you've been...well...a little crazy. Tara's told me a little bit of what she's been going through, but you haven't been talking to me at all about whatever is making you so strung out. You just...I'm worried about you.”
“I've just had a lot going on!” Willow's voice was defensive. “There was Adam, and then you were all worried about Riley and I had to get you through exams, and I had my own exams, and Tara's hurting and...”
“Whoah! Hold on there, Will. First, I'm not saying that you haven't had reason to be stressed out, okay? Second, while I appreciate you helping me study, that was your idea, not mine. I would have gotten through without your help, not as well, but I would have. What I'm worried about is that you are holding everything inside. And we all know that when we do that, bad stuff always happens.”
Tara spoke softly. “She's right, sweetie. You've told me about times in the past when you all hid things from each other.”
Willow rounded on her. “Why is it when Buffy brings up a problem, everybody listens, but when I try to get you to be a little cautious about that quote unquote 'counselor' of yours, you get mad and won't even discuss it?
Withdrawing her hand, Tara wrapped her arms around her stomach, but met her eyes steadily. “This isn't about her. This is about you, and how you have been acting for the last few weeks.”
“This has everything to do with her!” Willow was drawing breath to continue her tirade when Riley spoke.
“What about your counselor? I'm lost here.”
“Tara's therapist just oh-so-conveniently turns out to be a witch, and wants to know everything about her family, and her spellwork, and everything. And Tara won't believe me when I tell her that things that seem too good to be true in Sunnydale always ARE.” Willow really hadn't intended to bring up this issue in front of the others, but now she was glad she had.
Maybe if Buffy tells her to be careful, she'll listen.
“We've been over this already, sweetie. I checked her aura, and watched her energy flows. She's not evil.” Tara was beginning to get exasperated now, and it showed in her voice. There was not trace of a stutter, just firm clear tones. “I even kept watching her energy while I was talking to her, and nothing fluxed. What more do you want me to do?”
“I want you to trust me!” The words were out of her mouth before she even realized she was thinking them, and the anguish in her delivery stunned them all into silence for a moment.
Riley stood and crossed to the door, while Buffy moved to kneel on the floor in front of the witches.
“Do you want us to stay? Or to give you some privacy?” Her voice was soft, her eyes lovingly concerned as she looked from Tara to Willow and back again.
“Give us a few minutes?” Tara answered, and squeezed Buffy's hand as the slayer rose to her feet. Buffy put her hand briefly on Willow's shoulder before she turned and headed out the door with her boyfriend.
Tears began to trickle down Willow's cheeks as she looked into Tara's face, searching for understanding. “You'll talk to Marcy about what happened to you, but you won't talk to me. You've talked to Buffy about it, but not me. Every suggestion I make, you reject, and it's like my opinion doesn't even matter, because I haven't been through it.”
Tara gathered her close, cradling her in those long, strong arms. “Darling, I do trust you, I do. You still know more about what...what happened than Marcy or Buffy. There are things from the dream that I just can't talk about with anybody yet.”
“But why won't you let me help? I help fix things, that's what I do...” Willow's face was now red and blotchy with the tears; her eyes dark with pain.
“Willow, look at me.”
Green eyes rose, brimming with fresh tears.
“I'm not broken. I don't need you to fix me.”
Sobs began to wrack Willow's slender frame, and she curled in on herself. “If...if you don't need me...I'll lose you...” Her voice trailed off, her gasping breaths unable to support speech.
Once again, Tara enfolded her, pulling her halfway into her lap. “I don't need you to fix me, sweetie, but I do need you. I need to hold you and be held by you. I need to hear the silly things you say in your sleep. I need to feel the magic we make together. I need smoochies.”
In spite of herself, Willow giggled a bit, her desperate fear beginning to ebb as Tara spoke.
“But, darling, I need you to trust me too. I mean..I know you're worried about me, but I need you to believe that I am strong enough to get through this. I'm the only one who CAN...and I need you to help me believe that what happened isn't going to ruin the rest of my life.” Tears began to fog Tara's voice. “Part of me feels like I don't have the right to ask you for that, but..Willow, I love you and I need to know if you can trust me to heal myself.”
Willow's head came up, and she looked deeply into the face of her love. “I can. I'll work on it.” She leaned her forehead against Tara's, and started breathing deeply, getting control of herself. “I'm sorry I'm such a spaz.”
“And I'll try to talk more, tell you what I'm feeling more. I didn't mean to shut you out.”
“Love you, Tara.”
They leaned into each other, allowing the stress and worry of the past weeks to be washed away by their embrace. There would be more talking in the next few days, they both knew. But for now, they felt closer than they had for a while.
After a few minutes of snuggling, Tara ducked her head to capture Willow's lips with her own. The bitter taste of salt from their tears only made the kiss sweeter for them both.
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Many thanks to taranwillow4ever for beta work!