Timeline: Everything up to “Wrecked” and “Doublemeat Palace”
Rating: heavy “R” for Willow Tara goodness.
Warning: A tad on the heavy side for a depressed Willow.
What Dreams Are Made of
It had been a dream. One of those dreams that your not sure if it boarders on reality or nightmares. Willow Rosenberg had woken in the same state she had since the night Tara had left. Panicked, sweaty and feeling like her world was collapsing. In a way it was. Everything that she had done, had been done the easy way. Tying a shoe, downloading a search online or even her homework and tests had been done using Magick. Now everything was different. Colder and harder then she remembered even getting herself out of bed was done with great difficulty, if it was done at all.
This is where the root of our story lies, in a place where dreams and reality mingle, where nightmares come to being, and magick is the root of this all.
Night time was the worst for Tara Maclay. Now the nights consisted of crying and lonliness when before they had been filled with love. It was different now that she had moved back to her dorm. The old memories had been cleared away, mainly consisting of Willows things that she had thrown into the back closet. There was only one light on in the small dorm room now. She had been attempting to work on her Modern History project when it was due at the end of the term, which happened to be tomorrow. Everything had been blown out of proportion when she left Willow. Sometimes she wondered why she even had. If she'd just kept her mouth shut, things would have been fine. But it was her conscience that told her differently. It was her very soul that told her not to continue down the dark path that Willow had started down. Dawn had called her the pervious night and the conversation still weighed heavily on her mind. Buffy had caught the redhead in the bathroom with an old metal protractor. The kind that is usually rusty, and could actually do some serious damage, which is why schools changed to plastic. Tara still remembered hearing how worried the teenager had been. 'She wouldn't let me in the room. Buffy, she kicked the doorframe in to get too her.' The blonde wiccan sat down as she recalled the conversation. It had hurt, but there wasn't anything she could do except go back to her ex.
But that wasn't possible at the moment. She couldn't fathom the idea of returning to someone who had completely violated her trust as much as Willow had. The history book was left untouched as it had been lately, and she got up finally and paced the room. Tara had wanted to call the house, to check on Dawn and see how Willow was doing. But part of her was afraid that the redhead would pick up, and know that Dawn had called Tara. It seemed like an hour later that Tara decided to make up her mind, and call.
Dawn Summers was fifteen. She had a crush on a vampire. Her sister was the Slayer. Her friends consisted of a construction worker, a Bunny Hater , and two lesbian Witches. Well, one ex witch. Was it a wonder that she was failing in school? Brown orbs constricted as they attempted to decipher her Spanish reading one more time.
The phone had been ringing off the hook, between Willow’s parents, the doctors, Giles and everyone that she could think of and she answered it with: “No, Willow’s not here, Buffy isn’t either and Mrs. Summers passed away a few months ago.” Tara blanched on the other end. “Dawnie, honey?” Dawn couldn’t hold it in any longer. All she wanted was for things to be back to normal. Tara had almost been a surrogate mother. “B..Buffy took Willow to the hospital….I.. I wanted to call you but…Willow didn’t want me to say anything.” The sentence was spilled out rather quickly and Dawn covered her mouth, as if Tara could see it. “Dawn…w..what?” Tara sat down on her chair, rather hard. Dawn tried vainly to think of some sort of cover up but failed miserably. “ After..what happened. I mean, she got all weird Tara. She’s not Willow right now.” Tara took in everything that Dawn was saying and it did make sense. Without the Magick, it would be a very long time before Willow was feeling like herself. “Dawn?” Tara questions the silent girl. “ Dawnie do..do you want me to come over?” Tara should talk to Buffy, not just get things from hearsay. “A…Are you sure? I mean, I know Buffy wants to talk to you. I just things are kind of crazy right now.” Dawn sighed and leant against the counter. “ I mean, at least until Spike comes over?” Tara managed a small smile “ I’m sure. I-I’ll be over as soon as I can.” Tara hung up the phone then. Dawn did need someone to be there with her. The two had done a lot of bonding over the time her and Willow where together and she was out the door as soon as possible.
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( I know my last attempt at fic was a bust, but this one is being worked on as a full story, with segements and everything. )