Found Again - a Tillow fanfiction

Chapter 4 - "I said I'd always find you"

"Tara, baby." Willow's eyes turned into waterfalls, as Tara looked at her.

"Thank you, for everything. Being a ghost was getting dull."

"What was it like... The being dead and ghostly."

Tara grinned and gazed into Willow's eyes "Nowhere near as good as being alive with you."

"Please don't tell me I pulled you out of heaven, like Buffy."

"I was with people who got murdered."

Willow's eyes widened, "Did you see what I became?"

"I saw it all, and it showed me how strong you are. How powerful you are."

"You're not ashamed? Tara, I killed a man."

"Warren barely qualifies for a man, and that wasn't you."

"It- it was. That was me."

"It was a different person. Dark Willow, your evil twin."

"I already had one of those. Not fun."

"Enough talking. I've gone 5 years. 5. Years."

"Well I gotta change that."

Tara reached for Willow's shoulder, her hand going through Willow's neck. Willow raised an eyebrow.

"What?" She asked

"I don't know."

Tara went to sit on the bed, falling through the floor.

"I don't have physical form!"

"I gave my blood... It should've worked."

"Don't worry, we'll figure this out."

"Can you fly?"

Tara grinned "Let's find out."

Tara looked to her feet, they were a couple inches above the carpet, she raised her foot.

"It's like walking."

Willow burst into a fit of giggles, "Where's your broomstick?"

Tara stared at her "Certain stereotypes are not empowering."

"But the bakesale..."

They both started laughing, Tara collapsing through the floor, Willow falling to. The door flew open, with Dawn running to the bed.

"I -I heard Tara." She gasped

Tara floated through the ground. "You heard correctly."

Dawn ran through her, in an attempt to hug her. She raised her eyebrows. "What..."

"She doesn't have physical form, hence the floor floating." Willow her hands from Tara, to the carpet, then back to Tara. "I brought Tara back, Dawnie.

"I can't touch anything, and nothing can touch me. Being a ghost is a pain like that."

"So you can't touch anything," Dawn giggled, "so you now have the curse of eternal foreplay."

Willow picked up a pillow and chucked it at Dawn's head. Dawn through it back.

"You're unfortunately right."

Dawn leapt into the air "Maybe, if you went to your body... you could uh- climb it."

"Dawnie, you're a genius!" Willow wrapped her arms around Dawn's shoulders.

"Let's go to the graveyard. Actually touching an object would be good. And eating... eating."

"Let's go!"

Buffy walked in, her arms folded.

"What the hell is going on?"