Found Again - a Tillow fanfiction

Chapter 17

Buffy's mood was getting steadily worse.

Most days, Dawn was too scared to go to the house. Buffy was getting snappier and snappier each day. She dumped her boyfriend for no reason and forbade the names 'Willow' and 'Tara' from the house. There was a disturbance in the spot Tara was brought back, there was heat coming from it, with the occasional blinding red light.

That week, the kitchen ceiling began caving in. It didn't seem bad, but that Friday morning, Dawn walked out her room to see a tall, bearded Italian man staring at her, and ask "Could you tell me what I'm doing here?"

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Willow walked into the bedroom with two plates of bacon and buttered toast in her hands. Tara lay asleep in the bed, only to pull a face and sit bolt upright as the smell of bacon flew over her.

"What's this surprise?" She asked, sliding the plate onto her lap.

Willow crawled over, picking up Tara's plate and putting it to Tara's side. Willow sat herself on Tara's lap and put her head onto Tara's shoulder. "I never spend as much time with you, because of work. So, today is a Tara day. I've moved the TV into here, and I've got a chicken cooking for dinner. Oh, I wouldn't waste time with clothes."

A childish grin spread across Tara's face, today was gonna be fun.

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Faith walked down the alley and broke down by the bins. Through the tears, she picked up her knife and started slashing her wrists.

How could she do that to Tara?

She relived every moment, every tear rolling down Tara's cheek, Tara's pleading, the plunging of the knife.

And now, Willow was probably after her. She'd heard about what had happened to Warren, and now the same would happen to her.

She heard rough voices, so she scrambled further behind the bin.

She huddled up into a ball as she felt the rain landing on her back.

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They lay next to each other, gasping for breath.

The chicken wasn't such a good idea, their stomachs hated them.

Tara rolled onto Willow and began kissing her again.

They wrapped their arms around each other,

Then Tara started to fade.