Fic: The Center Cannot Hold

[Marilda]

Hey all, I'm a big lurker, huge even Anyway I posted a fic a while back but stopped because I was too traumatized about the whole situation in season six. This is my attempt to do another. Tell me what you think.



The Center Cannot Hold



By Marilda (Mjovi1@yahoo.com)

Spoilers: Up to season six

Summary: Takes place right after “Grave”- Willow grieves

Angst Warning- yep it’s angsty- thinking about a series, maybe making it not so angsty later on.

Rating PG

Feedback: Sure



It’s light out, sunny and cool- a beautiful day. That somehow seems unfair.

But life, I’ve learned isn’t fair in the least.

Xander guides me to the house, pushing as my steps falter. He knows I’m anxious, nervous, God, terrified.

I look at him, my eyes pleading. Don’t let me go in there they say, don’t let me face them. But he doesn’t budge; instead he shakes his head and gives me that final nudge forward, past the threshold of the doorway, awaiting the imminent wrath of my friends.

Instead there is forgiveness- it seems to come easy for the Summers women. They turn and see me, their faces blank, their expressions neutral, and then they rush towards me, engulf me in a hug and begin to cry. Dawn, sobbing freely, her tears staining my shirt. Buffy, ever the stoic warrior cries silently, a sad smile on her face. My eyes are dry, no tears fall down my face, I’m incapable of crying anymore.

I hurt them so much. Me, their friend, their family, their punisher.

I punished them for existing, for being, for surviving when she did not. Dawn is a key, energy, yet she lives. Buffy a slayer, twice dead, flourishes, Tara, pure, decent, mine, is dead.

So I hug them and I’m happy because I love and they forgive but a part of me, one that will never be acknowledged out-loud, rages at the injustice of it all, why her and not them? Why do they live when she- I quell my thoughts, stop them mid-sentence, shouldn’t be thinking like that.

I break apart from them, carefully disengaging myself from their embrace.

“I’m tired,” I say. Of course I am, I was too busy in my quest to kill my friends and end the world to worry about getting the full eight hours.

They nod, understand. I turn and walk up the steps, intent on finding a bed and oblivion.

I walk up the steps and turn towards my room. Put my hand on the knob. There is a spot on the door, evident now but never noticed before. It seems to be staring at me. I wonder if I can get a rag and start scrubbing at the door, make it disappear.

It shouldn’t bother me, such a small thing really to be so offending. But I know, I know- small spots are deadly.

Blue splattered with red. Eyes turning to me in confusion. Then falling, falling. BABY! Oh God. Oh God. Red on blue, red on blue. Pulse, shaking. Deadly. Spot. God. Wake up, wake up, wake up!



“Willow!”



I turn, focus, Buffy is rushing towards me, grabbing my bloody hands.

I look at the door, realizing what I’d done.

Tried to remove the spot by clawing away at the wood with my nails, ripping some of them off in the process.

Hmm, the spot is still there, won’t go away, why won’t it go away?!



Buffy is talking to me but I interrupt. I turn away from the door, from the room and from the memories, “Do you think Dawn would mind if I slept in her room?”

[Miss1234Kitty]

Brilliantly written. You've really got inside Willow's head. Maybe next time, we could hear what Dawn and Buffy are thinking as well. I know they've forgiven her, but there's got to be some residual (does that work in this context?????) bitterness, especially from Dawn.



Gem

[fidds]

Very well written but also very sad

well done



*Hannah*

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I'm on the outside , i'm looking in , i can see through you , see your true colours , cause inside you're ugly , you're ugly like me - STAIND-Outside

Edited by: fidds at: 6/7/02 8:27:34 am

[Thanatopsis]

You have a pretty good hold of what's going on in Willow's head. The clawing at the door was so sad.

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You say midgets like it's so absurd.

[Marilda]

The Center Cannot Hold



By Marilda (Mjovi1@yahoo.com)

Spoilers: Up to season six

Summary: Takes place right after “Grave”- Willow grieves

Angst Warning- yep it’s angsty- thinking about a series, maybe making it not so angsty later on.

Rating PG

Feedback: Sure

Note: I’m sorry about all the angst ya’ll but I’ve got it all mapped out in my head, it will get better, I promise.





Part 2



Dawn stands in the doorway to her room, not ready to enter. At the edge of the bed Willow stands immobile. She has a black shirt on, but not buttoned, her hands are holding each side of the lapels. Her face is fixed towards the window, towards the shaft of light filtering through. She seems to have been in this position for a while.



She looks…broken, Dawn thinks.



Dawn sympathizes and grieves for her friend but still she is cautious, after all she tried to kill her. Dawn forgives but isn’t prone to forget any time soon. She tries to coincide this Willow with the one she grew up with, with the computer geek who would help her write her research papers, with the genius who could answer any school-related question she had. She tries to coincide her with the Willow who loved chess and got giddy, really giddy about a new show on the Discovery Channel.

Is she gone, she wonders, or is she in there, submissive, captive, waiting to be released?



This Willow, well, there are so many changes.



There is cool-monster fighting Willow, magic-crazy Willow, power hungry Willow, vengeful Willow, Willow intent on killing her, making her nothing again, erasing her existence.



If she had succeeded would they have remembered her? Or would she have been deleted, erased as if she never happened? But how would that work? Would erasing all memories of her erase everything that they did because or for her? Would Glory have shown up? Would she have sucked Tara’s mind? Would Buffy have died? And if she hadn’t died, then would Willow have gone on her power trip? Would Tara have left her? Would the changes of any of these events mean that the nerds showed up? Or were they fated, separate, apart from her existence? And if that was the case, would Tara have died anyway? If her non-existence meant that Tara lived, would it be a fair exchange?



“You should have done it.” She says quietly.



Willow snapped out of her reverie and turned her head up suddenly.



“What?”



Dawn continues as if she hadn’t heard the question.



“I’ve been thinking about it and you should have done it.”



“Dawn, what? I’m not…”



“Turned me back, made me energy. If I had never existed then she might still be alive. See, I’ve been thinking and my being here, well, it must have changed a lot of things.”



Realizing where the conversation is heading, Willow tries to dissuade her. “Stop it,” she says quietly.



“The monks told Buffy I was here only a couple of months before mom started getting sick. So I figure that everything that happened in your life before that is still pretty much the same. You did the same things, made the same decisions, I was just included…”



Stop it.” Willow says a bit more insistently.



“In with the memories,” she continues. “But if you had done it, turned me back, then maybe it would have been as if I never existed and then the decisions you made because of me would never have happened. Then Tara would never have gone crazy and Buffy would never have died…”



“STOP IT!” Willow finally yells.



“Tara might still be alive!” Dawn insists. “You should have done it! You know you want her here instead of me, I want her here instead, Willow do it! Bring her back. Turn me into energy and bring her back- please.” She said, dissolving into tears. “Please Willow, make her come back.”



Willow stands, shocked. Her blouse is still open, her hands are at her side, she stares at the girl, knowing that she should make a move to console her but she is too encased in her own grief to even try to bring comfort to someone else.



How is she expected to help when she herself is dying inside? She thinks. How could anyone expect that of her?



Dawn falls to the ground, her tears overpowering her small frame, she bunches herself up in a fetal position, her body tense, as if expecting a blow.



She thinks I’m going to do it, Willow thinks. She believes I’m capable of doing that to her.



Well of course I’m capable! I WAS going to do it- but not for the reasons she thinks. I was going to do it because she is a reminder of Tara, of something that Tara loved.



She loved this girl, she thinks. And I couldn’t bear knowing that, knowing that she loved something other than me, that she was loved by someone other than me. My grief, my pain, my vengeance are my own, unique, they can’t understand what it is like for me, they didn’t lose her!! Tara loved me and now, she is gone. She was wonderful, pure and, and…of course other people cared about her too! She realizes.



Other people will miss her too. Isn’t that what Dawn said right before I decided it would be a good idea to wipe her off the face of the earth?



Willow sighs, realizes that she is being selfish, realizes that other people are grieving too. She’s not so unique after all.



She takes a deep breath and prepares herself to share some of that grief, prepares to open herself up to someone else’s pain, she just hopes that she is able to withstand it.



She kneels, encasing the girls in her arms, she’s not capable of saying comforting words, of acting as a consoler, not when she is still so wounded herself, instead she remains silent and let’s Dawn cry on her shoulder.





A while later and Dawn’s sobbing has calmed down. Willow looks at her watch and realizes that it’s time.



“Dawnie?”



“Hmm?”



“Do you think you can help me with the buttons?” she asks.



Dawn moves her head from its position on Willow’s shoulder and focuses on her friend. She stares, confused.



Willow raises up her bandaged hands. “I’ve been trying to button my blouse up for the last half hour but…” She shrugs, shakes her hands helplessly.



Dawn laughs, releasing some of the emotions churning up inside of her, then sobers, realizing why Willow needs to get ready.



“Are we running late?” She asks.



“Not yet but if we don’t get a move on we will be.”



Dawn nods stands up and helps Willow do the same.



She leans forward and starts to delicately but efficiently button up Willow’s blouse.



Willow places her bandaged hand over Dawn’s stopping their movement.



“She loved you very much.” She says quietly, almost in a whisper. She knows it isn’t enough, that there is more that needs to be said but that is all she can manage for now.



Dawn doesn’t look up to meet Willow’s gaze. “I know.”



Willow nods, as if coming to an agreement and removes her tattered fingers. Dawn continues with the buttoning.



Once done, they head out the door. They stop at the threshold, understanding the impact of what they’re going to do. They’re going to the cemetery to bury the woman they love.

[Thanatopsis]

A good update. Willow and Dawn. Each feeling their own pain and guilt and so lost. Very sad.

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You say midgets like it's so absurd.

[fidds]

*bottom lip quivering*......................................

brilliant update!!



*Hannah*

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I'm on the outside , i'm looking in , i can see through you , see your true colours , cause inside you're ugly , you're ugly like me - STAIND-Outside

[wiccagood]

I like your fic a lot - well thought out and nicely developed. However, if I may offer one thing... You have (what I'm assuming is) a major typo -



Dawn says "...Tara would never have gone crazy..."



I assume you meant Willow. Or, you meant Tara was crazy to leave her. Maybe. Anyway, you might want to fix that one up. Otherwise, really well done.



Cheers

"But with Tara, I just know she likes Willow, and she already has one of those..."

"...I believe you're both profoundly stupid..."

[Darcy]

I believe the "Tara going crazy" was a reference to Glory's brainsuck, not to Willow's dark-magic spree.



Good job getting inside both Willow and Dawn in this, particularly the second part. I hadn't thought of the possibility of Willow's being a little jealous of the relationship Tara and Dawn had, but it makes sense - particularly given that Dawn got to see Tara during their split when Willow couldn't.

[wiccagood]

Good point

"But with Tara, I just know she likes Willow, and she already has one of those..."

"...I believe you're both profoundly stupid..."

[Marilda]

Hmm, about 200 viewings and only nine replies, is this fic worth continuing?



As to the replies:



Miss1234Kitty -Thanks. I was trying to get into her head, into how she would deal with all that guilt and sadness. As to the residual bitternes (that sound right to me) I think there is some of course



fidds- yes I know, very sad, I think I'm a glutton for angst. Thanks for the comments.



Thanatopsis - thanks, I can't say as I have a good hold but I was trying



Wiccagood- yep, i was talking about the brain-suckage, sorry if that was a bit unclear.



Darcy- I don't think it was just Dawn she was jealous of but pretty much everybody who loved Tara as well-I think she wanted the grief to be just hers you know?

[Emily First]

Worth continuing ???



Yes...I'm only a reader,not a critic,but I think you're doin' a good job.Then again,what do I know?

vive,valeque.

[Thanatopsis]

Well, this is purely selfish on my part, cause I wanna know how it ends and I'm enjoying this, but I say continue.

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You say midgets like it's so absurd.

[Marilda]

Next Part



I’ve decided to keep it going, thanks for those of you who wish for me to continue. Again, feedback is greatly appreciated, even if it’s to tell me that it sucks : D Anyway, this part is finally moving the plot along and is a break from the angst...yippee!! Also, it’s (gasp!) NC17. Enjoy.





“Sweetie.”



Willow turned her head towards the sound of the voice-recognizable, wanted.



“Baby, open your eyes - see me.”



Willow reluctantly did as she was told and saw a familiar set of blue eyes staring back at her.



“Tara?” she whispered tentatively, frightened that she was imagining things.



Tara nodded. Willow slowly reached out her hand and cupped her lover’s face, fully expecting it to go through a wave of mist instead of something solid. But instead of vanishing like an illusion would, Tara leaned into her touch.





She took her hand away suddenly and scooted further up on the bed. “What the hell is this?”



“Baby, I…”



“Oh God, I’ve gone crazy.”



“You’re not crazy Willow, I just, I needed…”



“This is some sort of cruel joke, some sick twisted game, I know! I’m probably somewhere in a mental institution right now hitting my head against the wall and you know what, I think I know when it happened, why it happened, it was during the funeral wasn’t it, I lost it during the funeral instead of being all stiff upper lippy like I told myself I was going to be, instead of holding everything in, like I was supposed to, so my friends couldn’t see me in so much pain, instead of that, I must have thrown myself on the coffin and been all crazy woman like with the wailing and the why?”



“Willow…”



“…and of course my friends sent me away, they couldn’t deal with my grief, I mean how could they be expected to, I’m all sick with grief cause I miss her so much but still…THIS, this isn’t fair, now I’m seeing her.” She turned to face the girl. “You’re probably just some other inmate aren’t you? Or a nurse, checking my temperature and instead of that I’m getting all...TARA and…”



The girl scooped in and kissed her. Her mouth full and insistent and so much like Tara’s.



Willow groaned. “God, you even kiss like her.”



She continued kissing her, probing her mouth open and softly exploring it with her tongue.



Willow reached up and cupped the girl’s head, bringing it closer to her.



She felt a hand on her stomach and then felt that hand slowly move under her shirt and up her chest.



“Oh God...”



That hand reached its destination and slowly began kneading the other girl’s breast over her bra.



“Tara?”



“Yes?” She asked, stopping the movement of her hand.



Willow looked into a pair of soulful blue eyes.



“I don’t know what to believe anymore,” She whispered, her voice breaking. “I want it to be you so much.”



“It’s me Willow, I’m really here.”



“But how?” Willow insisted. “You’re dead. I know, I saw you die.”



Instead of answering the girl leaned in and started kissing her again.



“Either I’ve gone crazy or this is a dream.”



Tara mumbled in her mouth, “It…Probably. Now shut up and kiss me.”



Willow sighed, resigned. Even is she was crazy or even if this was all just a dream it still felt like Tara, smelled like Tara and god, tasted like Tara. She didn’t care anymore. If this is a dream, just let me not wake up from it, she thought and threw caution and logistics to the wind. She leaned into the girl and began kissing her back in full force, lips open and exploring, tongues dueling for possession. The hand on her breast squeezed involuntarily.



“Touch me.” Willow said.



Tara pushed her hand under the bra and took possession of her lover’s breast. Her fingers playing with the now hardened nipple, twisting it between her thumb and forefinger.



Willow gasped at the movement and softly bit down on her lover’s tongue, eliciting a moan from the other girl. “You have entirely too much clothes on for a figment of my imagination,” Willow said.



“I’m not a...nevermind, help me take them off.”



Willow obliged and began pushing the shirt up off the other girls body, grazing the sides of that body with her hands in the progress. She turned Tara over and reversed their positions, now sitting on top of the girl, her thighs strapping her hips. She leaned in and began kissing Tara’s neck, collarbone, chest.



“Stupid bras!” She exclaimed as she tried unsuccessfully to take it off.



“The clasp is on the back sweetie.”



Impatient, Willow pushed it up over Tara’s breasts and began feasting on it with her mouth. Her tongue flicked over the nipple, while her hand kneaded the other breast.



Tara began moving her hands up Willow’s back, making Willow shiver.



When Willow bit on her nipple slightly, Tara’s hips arched, coming in contact with Willow’s center.



Willow, already aroused, became instantly wet.



“Baby,” She groaned and began sucking on Tara’s nipple more insistently. Her hand left the other breast and traveled down the other girls’ supple body, stopping at the waistband of her jeans. She scooted down further on her lover’s body and began taking them off, unclasping the button and pulling down the zipper. Tara pushed her hips off of the bed and Willow took them and her panties off in one swipe. She also took the opportunity to take off her clothes as well.



She began kissing up her body, first her ankles then her legs, then the inside of her thighs, her tongue lapping up the taste that was Tara. When she reached the other girl’s center, she leaned in and smelled - musky, sweet, wet, hers.



She took her hand and flicked a finger into the dark blonde curls, covering it with the other girl’s wetness. She reached up and put that finger fully in her mouth, tasting her.



Tara’s eyes went wide and she unconsciously licked her lips. Willow grinned and shrugged, “If you get to come here and haunt my dreams, then at least I get to taste each and every part of you.”



“Willow, I’m not…”



“Shh,” She said, not wanting to hear more lies. “If anything this makes me realize that I’ve managed to remember your body fully and with great detail, I mean look, I even remembered that you have a mole right here.” So saying, she pointed to a spot in the upper corner of Tara’s thigh. “And that you moan when I do this,” She said and began grazing the inside of her thighs with her nails, releasing the moan from the other girl. “I know you so well that when I imagine you, I do it perfectly.”



Without another word, she moved her head in between her lover’s thighs and began sucking on her clit. Tara cried out Willow’s name. Willow, wanting more, thrust a finger inside of her and earned a moan for her trouble. Tara began thrusting her hips up and down to meet the motion of Willow’s finger. Willow pushed a second one in as she continued to suck and flick the other girl’s clit in her mouth. Tara, her thrusts more erratic, sought purchase with her hands on the bed sheet.



“Willow, baby, Oh god…”



Loving the sound of her lover in the throes of passion, Willow sought to pleasure her completely, she thrust her fingers in quicker, pushing them in knuckle deep, her mouth, becoming more insistent was covered with Tara’s need, the wetness dribbling down her chin.



Tara was now thrusting her hips erratically, her knuckles were bone white from holding on to the bed sheets so tightly and her body was covered with sweat, she could feel her orgasm building, forming, getting ready to hit her in waves, when Willow flicked her tongue over her clit at the exact time her fingers pumped into her, the waves crashed.



Willow, sighed, content. She moved up and cradled her lover’s head on her shoulder. She kissed her forehead.



Tara, having regained some of her energy, began moving her hand down Willow’s body, intent on giving her as much pleasure as she’d given her but Willow stopped the hand midway.



“It’s okay.” She said. “Leave it.”



“But Will…”



“It’s probably better if you don’t, I don’t think I can deal with you making love to me and then waking up to the stark reality of you being dead still.”



“Willow, listen to me, I…”



“Baby please,” Willow pleaded. “Just stay with me until I fall asleep okay? I want to fall asleep in your arms one last time.”



Tara sighed. “I love you Willow.”



“I know, I love you too.” She said. “You’re my always.”







The next morning Willow woke up just as she expected to, in her bed, alone.



Well, at least it wasn’t the mental institution, she thought.



Deciding to get up and face the day, and her friends, she threw off the covers and saw, much to her amazement, that she was naked.



“Huh?”

Edited by: Marilda at: 6/12/02 10:36:50 pm

[Thanatopsis]

Good update. Willow and Tara together. I'm not gonna venture a guess as to why. I love Willow's long, long babble and her, pride, I guess, at remembering everything about Tara. I love this line: "You have entirely too much clothes on for a figment of my imagination,” Willow said. Anyway, thanks for the next update. I'm eager to know why Tara was there, insistanting she wasn't a dream.

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Oh, um... various sounds of
hesitation...

[Hotfoot]

This fic is just brilliant, part 2 had me crying like a baby and i can't wait to see how tara got to willow in part 3. i am eagerly awaiting the next part.

[Oriyon]

Okay ... I've heard the feedback request and here is mine .... Just discovered this fic and it's GREAT ... Please continue it, Please

[Marilda]

Thanks for the feedback guys, I'll try to have the next part posted tomorrow. It's kind of hard to concentrate on your own fic when you spend every minute that you're not working, sleeping or eating at the computer reader other fics, we have such a talented group of people in this board!! It's addictive

[BethanyB3]

Ahh cliffhanger ! Where is Tara & How did she get back? Can't wait to see how this works out. Keep up the good work.

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~"If I could turn back time, I'll go wherever you would go"~

~The Calling~

[Lucy Moore]

Emily said I should check this out !



She was right!



You're writing some fine scenes here,and you've hooked another Kitty...Keep posting...

fiat justitia,ruat caelum

[eccentrictulip]

more, please

*please use both hands....*

[mollyig]

You've portrayed the stages of grief that Willow is going through very well. Her wondering why Tara had to die and not someone else. I'm glad she and Dawn had that talk, as they are the two who were closest to her.



And what was Tara trying to tell Willow. Although I totally understand why Willow was too, ehm, distracted to listen!

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[Marilda]

Next part : D



Thanks guys for the lovely feedback, I'll try to respond to each individually tomorrow..too tired to think right now.



This part is rated PG maybe PG13.



Again, ALL feedback is extremely appreciated.



Will write more real soon.



The sun filtered through the semi-closed blinds of the room, outside the usually violent-filled and always dangerous town of Sunnydale looked shockingly peaceful. Inside, their was chaos, which was unusual as the single occupant of the room appeared to be doing nothing more than looking down at her skin-clad body, not something usually deemed chaotic.

The girl, whose left hand still held on to the bedcovers that had covered the body only moments before, appeared dumbfounded at the state she found herself in.

The chaos then, wasn’t in the room itself but rather inside her head.



“What?” she said out loud.



How is this possible? She thought.



Explanations formed, each one more outlandish and vivid than the one before. Possible reasons for her nakedness ranged from short green suit and tie wearing aliens intent on studying the human female anatomy, to talking frogs bent on world domination by means of sexual self-help books. None however, focused on the possibility that the events of the night before were rooted in actual fact. That would mean that the impossible had happened, that by some miracle, Tara was alive.



This would be great, if she still believed in miracles.



But that belief was systematically hammered out of her through long, arduous years on the Hellmouth. Beaten out of her when Xander, her childhood love, decided that instead of being with her, he’d rather be with her best friend and then after she rejected him, he decided it would be much better to be with her mortal enemy. Battered out of her when Oz, the first person whom she actually trusted completely with her heart, seemingly stomped the fragile organ to bits by, in essence, sleeping with another woman. And finally, the belief in miracles met it’s bitter end when, after the pain of losing her first love, she finally found someone she could open herself up to again, someone she could love unconditionally, someone who made her better. But she too left, albeit involuntarily, she was still abandoned, a beaten down, broken shell of the person she used to be, by dying in her arms, Tara took her strength and soul along with her.



So no, miracles no longer existed, she no longer believed.



Still.



What if?



What if Tara was somewhere in the house, the house that had become haunted with memories? What if, instead of being six feet underground at the cemetery, she was very much alive and a few steps away from her grasp?



Intent on first, finding out if her love had someone returned and second, upon a positive confirmation of her resurgence, kissing the girl senseless, Willow got up from the bed and found a robe on a nearby chair. Putting it on she scurried towards the exit to her room, her hand reaching for the handle to open it, when the door burst open and a person appeared.

The look on Willow’s face conveyed shock and disbelief and once again, her mind was filled with chaos.

Edited by: Marilda at: 6/14/02 5:11:14 am

[LeatherQueen]

Oooh, just catching up with this fic. This was great! I loved it. But just who is bursting into Willow's room?



Can't wait for more.

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[mollyig]

You just had to leave off there, didn't you? Just when Willow (and us) started wondering what if . . .



I'll wait though. I can be patient - but not for long!

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[eccentrictulip]

talk about a cliffhanger!!!! this is a great story.....*waites patiently for the next update*

*please use both hands....*

[TheWhiz]

Ooh, I've only just started to read this fiction but I'm impressed with what I've read so far!!

Please post next part soon, I'm not good with cliffhangers!!

"I am a whiz...If ever a whiz there was"

[ZipityDoDa]

Ok, the first two parts were sad. The third part leaves us wondering, and the fourth part, of course, leaves us guessing. I like it, although it's hell waiting for the next part to be posted, but it's worth the wait.



Can't wait for the next installment.

[Marilda]

K, guys not an update, just a response to the feedback. Next update should be up tonight.



Emily First- Thanks for encouraging me to continue.I'm glad you're enjoying it.



Thanathopis- I promise that once I get to the end then you'll know the end. Huh? Yeah, I make no sense. And I'm glad you liked the line about the figment of her imagination.



Hotfoot- Thanks for saying that, it's greatly appreciated. I'll try not to keep you waiting for too much longer.



Oriyon- thanks for responding to my request for feedback. Glad you're enjoying it.



BethanyB3- I'll try to keep it as interesting as possible.



Lucy Moore- Ooh, recommendations! Keep them coming.



eccentrictulip-more coming soon.



mollyig- Yep, she was a bit preoccupied for a bit there wasn't she?



LeatherQueen- glad you're enjoying. As to who, well I guess you'll have to wait and see



TheWhiz- I'm glad you like it, more will be coming shortly, I promise.



ZipityDoDa- I know, I hate waiting for updates as well, just trying to get it all together in my head first.

[xita]

A nice mystery. Tara's there but not.. hmm how? Thanks for the fic!

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