Title: Little Moments
Author: Quirked_out
Summary: WIllow and Tara were destiny, see what that actually means.
Disclaimer: Still poor, very, very poor. Don't own these characters, wish I did, I would've treated 'em right and proper.
Author's Note: Still working on Something to Mend For this is just a side-project.
[center]In the Beginning[/center]
Elizabeth Maclay nursed her young daughter, singing a quiet nursery rhyme on a cool Colorado evening. Tara grabbed at her mother’s shirt and sighed, her doting mother looking on her with soft eyes.
“My little Tara, you’ll be so beautiful when you’re grown.” She whispered.
Suddenly Tara’s great blue eyes opened and she turned her head, cooing softly. Elizabeth smiled. “Your love has arrived? Of course, I knew it would be soon.” Tara gurgled happily for a few seconds before suddenly stilling. The infant let out a whimper before crying inconsolably.
“Oh, Goddess,” Elizabeth said anxiously. “no!”
She quickly set Tara in her bassinet, lighting the candles she kept in a circle. “Please Goddess hear my plea, take me to my daughter’s heart and let me aid the trouble.”
Her plea was granted and suddenly she was surrounded by a flurry of activity. She was in a hospital room and doctors and nurses were everywhere.
“What’s wrong? Why isn’t she crying anymore?” A red-haired woman asked frantically. The doctors gave no reply as they lifted the silent baby from her mother’s arms. “Ira, what’s wrong with her?” Her voice was quickly becoming desperate.
Elizabeth’s heart broke for the woman as tears began to stream down her face. “She’s not breathing!” A nurse called out. The doctor quickly tried to give the helpless figure air through something Elizabeth didn’t recognize.
Quickly she walked unnoticed to the baby’s side. Soft, downy, red hair was the first thing she noticed, and then she noticed how still the little one was. As gently as possible she reached down and placed her hand on the newborn’s unmoving chest, and took a deep breath.
Eyes that so closely resembled her daughter’s closed against a wave of tears, “Please Goddess spare this child; we both know the good she can do. She’ll be my daughter’s everything someday. Please, don’t let Tara search for something she can never have.”
Elizabeth felt a tiny thump against her palm, and then another, and then a cry let out as the baby took in her life’s breath. Her eyes opened and Elizabeth saw the most beautiful shade of green in her life and she smiled feebly as the child let out another cry. The little one was certainly a fighter.
A man took his child reverently in his hands as if she would break with the slightest move. “Hello Willow.” He greeted raggedly. “You really scared us.” Willow finally quieted, looking up curiously at the man holding her. His weak smile gained strength as emerald eyes took in everything around her. What Ira didn’t know was that his daughter was looking past him. She was looking at the mother of her soul mate.
Elizabeth chuckled as the girl let out another howl, only this time in hunger. She began to fade; her astral form no longer spiritually solid. “Be well Willow.”
When she opened her eyes she was back in Tara’s nursery, she could hear her daughter’s sobs lessen to the occasional hiccup. Relief flooded through her body as she reached down to hold her. “She’ll be okay darling. She’s quite the fighter.” Tara’s eyes began to grow heavy, her earlier fear tiring her. “Sleep my Tara, you have a beautiful future waiting for you.”
Kudos.
i wonder whomshe is thinking about? Beautiful blue eyes... 
yeah right. It could only be one person. Tara.
and she deams of Tara...very interesting. her mom is just like tha Sheila we know....totally unfit to be a mom. no nicknames?!?! they're the best part!
