Found Again - a Tillow fanfiction

Chapter One

Willow sat beside Tara's gravestone, and ran her hand along the letters.

Xander placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Will, you okay?" He asked

Willow lowered her head and put her hand on her lap.

"I'm better, but never okay. I haven't been okay since- since-"

Xander kneeled beside her and placed his hand on her's

"Tara was- is my everything. You know that. After Warren- after me killing Warren... that piece of me died, the smiley Willow, witchy Willow, died."

"If smiley, adorable Willow ever died, my name wouldn't be Xander Harris." Xander stood up and nodded. "I'll give you some alone time." He turned and walked toward the car.

Willow sat there, her hair flowing in the wind. She sat and thought about everything that Tara would've done that week. Made pancakes for Dawn, laughed at Xander's jokes, smiled, laughed, taken Dawn's veg, lay with her. Willow couldn't take it. Tara deserved to do those things, to be alive.

5 years.

Tara had been dead for 5 years.

"Baby-" a tear rolled down her cheek "-baby, I love you. You should see Buffy's new boyfriend, he's an ex soldier from England. Guess he reminds her of Spike. He was good, y'know, he gets his soul and becomes Mr. Niceguy. And -and Dawnie says hi, she said it in an English accent. She's got her finals soon, and I'm helping her study. It's hard, hard without you." Willow pulled at her sleeves and dragged her hand across her cheeks. "Baby, I gotta go. Strong like an Amazon."

Willow stood up and walked to the car. She turned her head at the bottom of the hill, and waved.

"See you next week."

She opened the door and sat down as Xander turned on the ignition and drove out the graveyard.

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That night, Willow couldn't sleep.

She had another nightmare about what Glory did to Tara. She woke with a start, she turned to the picture of Tara she kept by her bed.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. She ran her thumb down her cheek and sighed. At least Buffy got Angel back.

Willow sat up, trying to sleep was pointless. She stretched her legs and rolled off the bed. She could hear Dawn going to the bathroom, then decided against talking to her. Dawn had to get some sleep, she had finals in a week.

Willow walked to her bookshelf and ran her finger along the spines, her finger coiled around a random book. She pulled it out and carried it to the table. She read the title- it was a book she got from the Magic Box, about resurrecting the dead. The day before, Tara said that she wished Buffy were around. That was when Willow suggested resurrecting Buffy. She and Tara had spent the day trying to figure out what the cryptic ingredients were, Willow sighed, that had been a great day. She flicked through the book, imagining Tara's chin resting on her shoulder.

Willow needed Tara's light back in her world. She had to feel love again. She had to bring Tara back.

She couldn't resurrect Tara, especially after screaming in Osiris' face after he denied her the first time. Anya was dead, so she couldn't wish Tara back.

Then Willow realised something...

What if she pulled Tara out of a heavenly dimension, like Buffy? If Tara was in heaven, she deserved to be there. But what if Buffy only went there because she died from mystical energies? And Tara was in the dimension Angel was in! Eternal torture... Angel was there a couple of months, and to him it was over one hundred thousand years.

If Tara had been there 5 years... that would be millions of years in her time.

No.

Tara couldn't be there, Willow would feel Tara suffering, like when a bit of herself died when Warren's bullet flew through her chest.

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When Dawn started screaming at Buffy for sleeping in, Willow decided to get up and stop reading. Every method in the book required Osiris letting Tara pass through the gate.

Willow walked to the wardrobe and looked for a t shirt to wear. Her fingers ran down the fabrics, satin, cotton, linen, polyester. Fatigue never came, just a slight lack of awareness.

A completely zoned out Willow still has a longer attention span than the average high school student. Lack of sleep came with the package of being the Slayer's right-hand-witch.

Willow realised it was a Tuesday, so she had to cook breakfast. Wearing something nice was pointless, she'd blow up the omelette and get egg everywhere, like what happened a couple months ago.

The kitchen still stinks.

She chucked on an old black jumper and walked down the stairs.