hey now! people liked this stuff? YOU LIKE ME YOU REALLY (okay maybe not really) LIKE ME! You brave souls who responded are making mah day! and dudes! i am sooooo willing to post every few days at the most a week, (because i have school work). Wow, i get to do the boldy-of-screennames-thingy where i leave mah own messages. SWEET!
foreverpiper- you rock! Horses rock! AND i'm taking a wild guess here, you like monty python, ("What are you doing in England?") that rocks cause i do too. in fact life of Brian, the Holy Grail and the flying circus make my life special...or me special...in the head. and i have a writing style? wowie....that sounds so professional.
shygirl-wow....you *gasp* love it? WHOOOOOOO!
*does a little dance, makes a little dove, and gets down with the flight* er...someting like that.
The Rose24-yea, the hand thing worried me too...its not exactly a nice way to see someone first off, i mean it would suck if Willow read palms...not that she does...i don't think...
no but you guys are sooooo nice....i'm sorry i'm not used to such kind words back for my free writing. and also the fact that you're willing to read it is heartening at the least (i can't stop typing-like right now- it's a disease!) so huh...i think i'll add on another posting then...just para ustedes.
Title: Nothing Special Ch. 2/19
By: Me, thebardgirl, or Elizabeth, whatever you prefer.
Email address: uhh…I don’t check it that often, but it’s
daytripper20022@yahoo.comFeedback: Well, if I can actually attain readers, meaning readers who like it, meaning you’ll like it enough to respond then YES! Please tell me what in the frilly heck I’m doing wrong or right! cause you wouldn’t believe how much that’d cheer me up.
Distribution: I don’t mind what you do with this, just email me first for permission and a heads up.
Spoilers: ha! There are none!! Because this strange bit of writing is an AU.
Rating: Well, I’ll admit it, I’m a coward, and am proud to be one, so It’s at the most PG-13. This is purely a romantic story. Sorry dudes (and dudets if you prefer).
Pairing: Uh, well this is a no-brainer, can you guess?
Disclaimer: Well, I don’t own any of these characters, and you’re all saying, “Duh” right about now, so eh, you get the picture it’s all from Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon, etc. etc. etc.
Summery: Willow works at her own company, and then meets someone. Again you’re saying, “DUH!” But, eh, I tend not to give too much away; it is an AU. It's angsty....
Chapter 2
“BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP! FIRE ALERT!”
Willow awoke with a sudden upward thrust of her head.
“Wha? Huh? Whatzaproblem?” She slurred out of her mouth.
“Will, you’ve really got to work on tying your hair back before you take afternoon naps in the office,” came a sarcastic but well-meaning voice. Willow was sitting at her own wooden desk, which was infested with paperwork, with one old Mac on one side and a PC laptop on the other, each covered as well with large stacks of more papers and files that hadn’t yet found a home. Her curly, red hair was frizzing slightly at every-which-way making it almost impossible to tell the difference between her and medusa, the gorgon.
“Buffy, what’s the deal? I was just resting my eyes, not sleeping, cause I would never sleep on the job, I mean I created this job, as well as your job I might add and since when is my hair in need to be tied back because last time I checked missy, your hair was the hair that was so hairy it needed to be controlled by the hair police, not mine, thank you very much and why are you giggling at me?” Willow stared back at her friend who seemed to find the office rug very interesting at the moment. Buffy cleared her throat in an attempt to continue the stern but kind talk-to she was determined to give to her friend. Boss or no boss, Willow was still her friend, and that meant she could tell her when she was an idiot.
“Willow, you can barely keep your eyes open. I mean you’re working insane hours. I’ve caught you working to almost exhaustion, so just stop. Stop it now. P-Please?” Buffy asked sweetly.
“Buffy, I’m fine, besides I’ve been really productive lately, and it would be a shame if--” she was cut short by Buffy.
“If you ‘cut back your time just because you were the boss’. It’s your ‘duty to keep a high standard for superiors in every company’ blah, blah, blah, blah…Will, seriously, have you seen the bags under your eyes? Now I know where the lost luggage from airports ends up.”
“Buffy, I’m a little groggy, that’s all, and if this is your nice talk what are you like when you’re mean?” Willow asked defensively.
“Well, you see, that’s when I get the hedge clippers,” Buffy said mockingly. “Seriously Willow, take a break already, I don’t care if you might be able to hot wire UFOs’ spaceships, just take off some time. You’ll regret it if you don’t.” Buffy added making her departure from Willow’s crowded office.
“It’s not that I don’t want to take a break…” Willow trailed off quietly. “I just don’t want to let my mind wander…”
Being alone is nothing that humans haven’t coped with before. There are poems, love songs, prayers, books, movies, etc. all to do with how to cope without the comfort of your fellow woman or man. It’s hard enough to go through at an elderly age after a long social life, but for Willow, it was beginning all too soon. She was barely 20, had become a millionaire over-night by re-creating a new software that would undoubtedly protect consumers from the rip off of Microsoft and then found herself missing out on the best years of her life. There was no room for romance, or nervous giggles around a crush; no room for the tears of the first break up or even the first kiss. Just computers. Always and only her AI friends.
She hadn’t realized how sad she was until she saw the happiness that illuminated from Buffy when she saw Angel. From that point on it seemed every moment she had to herself became a nightmare. She rarely got a good nights sleep; her loneliness was destroying her completely from the inside out.
But it wasn’t that she wasn’t social. She was all with the fun and games, but she never felt it. The sort of attraction that isn’t apparent at the moment, but a week afterward when you realize you’re missing not seeing that person’s face. She had missed out on the adolescent want to be able to stop time for a couple of hours to just stare at their eyes. It had never happened. It seemed there was no one for her. Or, in fact, closer to reality, no one wanted her.
“Fun, fun, fun, I’m miss depression aren’t I? Willow said under her breath. Buffy walked by the office door again just in time to interject, “And besides, Will, talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.”
“Really? I thought it was talking to you!” Willow added heatedly. She walked towards the door and Buffy, who had the brains to run off before hothead Willow vented her anger on her one precious secretary.
6 hours later, in the dead of night, Willow managed to shut down her computer, grab her longer suede coat and walk out of the office yawning. It was 12 o’clock at night.
The streets were basically deserted and she managed to ignore the smell of urine coming from the side alleys. The dank air only added to her cold, and made her bundle up closer to the lining of the coat, almost covering her face completely, which is probably why she didn’t see the person that slammed into her.
“Oof!” Willow cried fumbling to the ground.
“Ow!” Came a softer cry as the second body fell as well on top of Willow’s stomach. Willow was sprawled on the sidewalk trying to pick herself up on her elbows. The second person was clumsily trying to pick herself off of the torso of her would-be innocent by-stander.
“S-s-sorry, I t-t-thought you’d s-see and then w-w-walk to t-t-the other side, I w-w-wasn’t thinking,” came the apologetic and frightened voice.
“Hey, its no big,” Willow replied easily. “Besides I’m not exactly upset that I was covered by a warm body for a millisecond. I mean, uh, what I meant was, uh, the weather is not body temperature or even room temperature as a matter of fact because well, being outside sort of necessitates you not being in a room, so, yeah, it would make sense that it wouldn’t be ‘room’ temperature, and also I mean, I’m warm blooded so I’m not all that gung-ho about hypothermia and such not to say that you’re not warm blooded, or insult you of your bloodiness, er, uh, what I mean is it’s cold,” Willow ended with a huff of frozen air emitting from her nostrils and mouth.
“Willow?” came the soft voice. She got up off the ground helping the other up as well.
Willow looked puzzled for a moment; it wasn’t everyday that she ran into a stranger who knew her name. She’d suck at being Rumplestilzken.
“It’s me, Tara, the waitress from the café this morning?” Tara asked with a hopeful smile. “Please say you remember me, please say you remember me,” she thought to herself.
“TARA! Oh! Of course I remember! I can’t tell you how much I uh, enjoyed that uh…” Willow was struggling to with her brain to function.
“Moca?” Tara offered.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Willow exhaled happily.
“The moca that you didn’t touch and ran out after leaving my college tuition behind?” Tara asked again with a slight smirk.
“Uh, oh yeah, I forgot about that. I’m really sorry I bolted like that,” Willow pointed at her watched-wrist, “I suddenly realized that I was late for work and had to get out of there before the whole day went by before I knew it…”
“No, no, it’s okay, I really wouldn’t have wanted you to drink it anyway. It probably would have taken a year off your life anyway,” Tara said smiling kindly.
“Gees, for the waitress you certainly know your PR,” Willow added with a wily grin.
“No, it’s my own beef with the management. But I’ll get over it,” Tara shrugged, then realized that she was still getting over an immense pain on her shoulder and arm. “Ow,” she took in a sharp piece of air only causing her to wince even further. The bruise on her head wasn’t adding any comfort either.
“Oh, god, are you okay? Did I hurt you that much?” Willow asked suddenly extremely worried.
“No, no, I’m just achy all over from something else,” Tara added with a small, exhausted voice. Her head was throbbing.
“Well, what something else besides me running into you could leave those kind of marks on your arms?” Willow asked confused, and yet again, worried.
“Oh, um, those are from me running into the counters, I-I also dropped some mugs and stuff, I’m kinda clumsy,” Tara said weakly, clutching her forehead, afraid Willow was smarter than her babbling.
“Ran into some stuff…” Willow didn’t want to pry. She knew she was out of place. So, instead she decided to get off the subject, perhaps even subtly get Tara away from any pain. “I understand, I mean I was voted ‘girl most likely to succeed’ as well as ‘girl most likely to fall into a pit of wild crocodiles’ so me and clumsiness go hand in hand…” Willow trailed off, hoping Tara would take charge of the conversation.
Tara laughed quietly, glad that Willow hadn’t caught on; she didn’t need yet another friend telling her to take charge of her life. What life did she have outside of family?
“You’re funny,” Tara said giggling, smiling like a baby who had been given the biggest piece of candy in the whole family. The two began walking the way Willow had first intended, toward her flat, without either consciously realizing it.
“No, more or less, I’m unique, at least that’s what Buffy says,” Willow added dryly.
“Who’s Buffy?” Tara inquired.
“A very old, old, old, friend. Meaning I’ve known her for more than a year,” Willow said amused.
“Ah, so you have many old, old, old, friends do you? What does it take to become one of your friends?” Tara said playfully.
“Well, sometimes, if you’re lucky, I’ll give you a get-to-friendship-free card instead of waiting a whole year,” Willow joked back, “But only if you meet the requirements.”
“What requirements?” Tara asked with an inquisitive smile.
“Well you have to be human, for one, I can’t stand demons trying to be human, oh and you have to be a waitress at a café I almost had a moca at that morning,” Willow said with a straight face, “Besides those two, I can’t think of any other requirements.”
Tara giggled, letting her hair conceal her face for shame her blushing might be caught by the redhead’s eye.
“Those are very specific requirements.”
“Well, I only make them to fit the people I want to be friends with,” Willow said quietly and calmly.
“Hey, here’s my stop, Tara,” Willow pointed at the handsome craftsman flat that was off to the side of the street concealed by a weeping willow tree. A small stain glass window of red, orange, green, and blue was the finishing touch on the corner of the building.
“Wow, that’s a r-really nice place you’ve got there, must of cost a d-dime,” Tara inwardly slapped herself for her bluntness.
“Well, ever since the overnight success story I’ve kinda had a liking to non-cheap stuff,” Willow said jokingly.
Tara wondered about that statement for a bit, nodding, but her head began to throb again hard.
“Oh,” Tara winced again, feeling weaker by the moment.
“Tara? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Willow asked concerned and slightly afraid she had said something extremely wrong. Tara fell back a bit only to be caught by Willow’s open arms. “Tara?” When Tara did not respond right away, Willow decided to take things, literally, into her own hands.
“Tara, I’m going to take you into my flat, okay? You probably need to rest, and by the looks of it, you’re exhausted, so just lean onto me, okay?” Willow fumbled with the key and got inside closing the wooden door, entering with Tara limply walking clutched within her arms. “You’re safe here,” Willow whispered laying Tara down onto her couch, covering her with her green chenille blanket. She didn’t know what she was doing, or why she was doing it. All she knew was that she just met some one that meant a lot to her. She didn’t know why, or how, but she just needed to protect her. It meant something, which was more than she could say about her ‘duties’ at work.
Tara mumbled in her sleep slowly and quietly slipping away into a deep subconscious state that she wouldn’t rise out of for a while.
“You’re safe,” Willow whispered again leaning down laying a small kiss on Tara’s forehead before heading upstairs herself to grab her own pajamas and blanket to spend the night downstairs, keeping watch on her newly arrived patient.
For the first time in many nights, Willow slept soundly, and oddly enough, happily.
Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed I did see my own precious jewel sat smiling by me.
And when I awakened I found it not so; my eyes like some fountain with tears overflowed.
Edited by: thebardgirl at: 11/22/03 3:09 pm
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at: 10/2/03 9:45 pm
(hypothetical tears...casue if they were real, well...that'd be weird)* horses, monty python, great fic! what more could a person ask for!?! and actually...i hate to admit it but i have yet to see the life of brain OR the flying circus...it pains me to say it, it does. 
i only just got the holy grail last christmas!! i'm gonna get the flying circus soon...i can only hope!
poor Will feelin all lonely!! well at least she wont feel that way for long right 
the poop! ah, and now shes at willows house...
I can't wait to read more. I'm so glad that Willow has rescued and is going to take care of Tara! 
This a great story, your Willowbabble is perfect. I'm really enjoying this, and the interaction between Tara and Willow is excellent. Seems that Mr Maclay is up to his old tricks again 
On with this though..Wow, I love it so far, it is really wonderful and sweet..But Tara's bruises...nooo...I hope Willow helps her. Love sammi xxxx
Edited by: 
"maybe therapy."
if i only had a car...*wistful sigh*...or a drivers lisence...
...much with the not liking when it comes to him 
So keep them comin'! Woo and a hoo to you. 
