Well I wrote this fic to cheer up a really good friend and she thought maybe more people need a w/t cheer up right now.
Title: Mission Impossible
Author: mirage
Email: miragesdream@gmx.net
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the "Buffy"-characters, you know the ritual
Distribution: You can have it
Feedback? would be nice.
Summary: How Tara became tinker bell.
Spoilers: no real spoilers
Note: for someone who wanted happy w/t stories because she was too
depressed about what happens right now on the show
Willow stepped out of the bathroom into their room. It still felt
awkward to call it "theirs". It had been Joyce's room for so long. But
every awkward feeling vanished as Willow's gaze fell onto Tara, sitting
on "their" bed. They had made sure, that it was "theirs" now. The blond
had turned her back to her, absorbed in brushing her hair. 78 times.
Tara always brushed her hair 78 times. Willow had often enough watched
her and she never got bored of it. Not even now. She lent against the
doorframe, enjoying the view from there. No matter how late they came
home from patrolling and how tired they were, even if she felt like she
would never be able to lift her little finger alone her arm and hand,
Tara always found the strength to comb her hair. And Willow always found
the strength to watch her. Well most of the time, the redhead grinned.
Her grin grew wider as she remembered the few occasions she hadn't shown
the strength to wait till Tara had finished.
The routine gave safety. To both of them. Some small desperately needed
normality. Willow watched the silver brush sailing through the golden
sea. The brush belonged to Tara's mother and every night she would brush
Tara's hair and tell her fairytales always 78 brushes long. It had been
their time. And now it was Tara's time and sometimes hers too. Light
reflections played with the thick hair, she loved to glide her hands
through. Willow held her breath. It were the little moments like that,
that reminded her how much she loved Tara. Her golden Angel. Although
Tara would always blush when she called her that. But it was the truth
and deep down she promised herself that she would convince Tara of this
truth as well, even if it would take her her whole lifetime to prove it
to her. She couldn't think of a better way to spend her life. No,
definitely not. Her mind run to plan how she could show Tara, right
after her lover had finished her ritual when she suddenly noticed that
Tara had stopped in midmovement with the brush only half through the
strain. But Tara wasn't moving either and that was something Willow
definatelly didn´t like. It had happened before and it never had meant
happy thoughts.
"Tara." Her voice showed her concern as she rushed to her girlfriend and
sat down next to her. The blond didn't answer her, she didn't even
notice her, her gaze was directed at something that only she could see,
her forehead furrowed in pain.
"Tara, honey?" Willow tried again, this time louder. She took the hand
that still held the brush gently into hers and guided it down into her
lap.
Suddenly Tara snapped and she inhaled deeply, shaking her head slightly
in her attempt to emerge from a deep dark place back to reality. Only
then she registered her lover in front of her. And her concerned look.
"It's, it's nothing." She tried to lull the redhead. "I just got
distracted for a moment." She emulated a little smile.
But Willow wasn't that cheep. She took the brush from Tara's firm grip
and laid it carefully on the bed. "Tara, I know exactly what's wrong.
You see, I'm the person who lives with you. I know how you like your
eggs, that you love the animal documentations at the discovery channel,
I know your good luck underwear and that you get crazy when I blow
behind your ear. And I know that you brush your hair 78 times. So don't
tell me it's nothing when you thought about what Glory did to you."
Willow stopped her babble, her green eyes still holding blue ones.
Suddenly Tara's masquerade broke down permitting a glance at her true
condition.
"I got so lost." She whispered barely more than breath. But the redhead
heard her, she always did.
"Baby." Her voice cracked as she cupped Tara's face and plastered it
with kisses. "Shhhhhhhh." She pulled her into an embrace, clutching her
tightly to her slender body. Willow even tightened her grip as she felt
the blonde shivering in her arms, crying into her shoulder. "Baby, I
found you. Remember? And I will always find you." She repeated her given
promise, rocking her lover soothingly.
She gave Tara the time to recover, before she terminated the hug and
held her girlfriend at arms' length. "Better?" Tara nodded, sniffing and
wiping her cheeks with her sleeve.
"Good." Willow smiled. "Cause I have something for you."
"A present?" A small voice asked back.
Willow nodded happily. "You wait here." She commanded as she stood up
and walked over to her drawer. "And close your eyes." She called her
head dipped into her drawer. The blonde followed her order and
strengthened herself up, a genuine smile playing around her mouth. She
heard Willow closing the drawer and felt a weight dropping next to her,
as the redhead sat down. "Gimme your hands."
Tara tilted her head as she tried to guess what Willow had laid down
into her hands. It was long and light with a rough surface. It felt like
a papyrus roll. "Can I open my eyes now." She asked impatiently.
Willow nodded frenetically but then remembered that her girlfriend
couldn't see her. "Sure."
The blonde opened her eyes to really find a papyrus roll in her palms.
"What is it?" She asked but Willow shook her head.
"Open it up." She only answered, her face beaming.
"It's a spell." Tara said.
"Yeah, but it's not only a spell, it's THE SPELL." Willow answered
cryptically. When she looked into Tara's questioning face she sighed. "I
see, I have to explain. Well I tried this spell once before but it went
kinda havoc. And I'm telling you, tiny flashes flying all around you and
into your mouth isn't that funny, but I figured out being in a haunted
house with a little angst demon that wasn't bigger than a little key
pendant had something to do with it going wrong. But now I altered a
bit." Her wild waving hands stopped abruptly as she saw Tara's face
darkening and she quickly added: "Only a bit to fit our needs."
"It's a finding spell." Tara discovered.
Willow smiled widely, satisfied with herself. "and when you cast it,
it's light will have the color of your eyes." She said as she looked
deep into the blue seas. "We will always be able to find each other."
Tara smiled. "Thank you." She mouthed.
"I did it for us." Willow explained. "But I didn't have the opportunity
to try it out." She admitted but suddenly her face lit up. "Let's try
it." She suggested bouncing happily up and down on the bed.
"How?"
"Well I hide somewhere in the house and you chant the spell and come and
find me." The more she thought about it the more she liked her own idea.
"Willow…….." Tara started but was interrupted by a finger on her lips.
"Come on, it'll be fun and Dawn is over at Xander's so no one will see
us goofing around. I promise no embarrassment. My word of honor as a
witch scout." Willow crossed her fingers above her heart.
"Doofus." Tara giggled.
"I take this as a yes." Willow stood up, turning around to search the
room. Than she turned back at Tara. "Okay, close your eyes and count
till
10……." Then she run out of the room only to come back a second later.
"better till 30." Then she was gone again, her feet making a lot of
noise as she run down the stairs.
Smiling Tara shook her head as she closed her eyes and began to count.
Willow cowered in the dark and tried to make as little noise as
possible. She even held her breath till oxygen got an issue. But she had
problems to suppress her giggles as she imagined Tara searching trough
the house. Through the small slit under the door she suddenly could see
a blue light illuminating her hiding place. She smiled in anticipation
as the door was opened and Tara emerged in the doorframe looking down at
her.
"Got me." Willow smiled seductively and reached for her girlfriend's
hand, who scooped her up. Willow stepped out of the small cabin under
the staircase and blinked a few times to adjust to the brightness.
They smiled at each other as Willow's arms reached around Tara's waist,
pulling her against her body. She kissed her passionately before she
tilted her head back. "See, getting lost is a mission impossible." She
said breathlessly as she reached for Tara's hand again, leading her up
to their room.
