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Don't Go	By : Kinetickid Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Tara Views: 11781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tara grabs the grocery bags and heads into the house, frowning at the quietness. �Buffy?� Tara calls out, knowing Dawn was staying at a friends house, which has almost become an every other weekend occurrence. Not getting an answer, Tara sighs quietly and heads to the kitchen, putting away the pork chops she�d bought, planning on making Buffy�s favorite items for dinner that night.
Folding the bags, Tara tucks them away outside in the garage, smiling at the sight of the cleaned out area, everything stowed away where it belongs, Buffy having been working on cleaning out all the different parts of the house while looking for something to occupy her time. Having tried to talk her into taking college courses again to no avail, Tara flicks the light off and closes the door. Working her way through the house before jogging lightly up the stairs, Tara looks into Willow�s old room. Noticing that the last few things Willow had left in there are gone, Tara leans against the doorframe for a moment, thinking about the redhead.
Remembering Willow introducing her to Amy, surprised at the young witch when she asked if she could talk to her alone. When Amy questioned her on how Buffy was handling being back, and explained what she knew about the spell Willow had done, Tara had been surprised and curious about what Amy knew about the spell. The ex-rat having told her what she remembered from her mother�s book before promising to bring it by and drop it off at a future date for Tara to have. Admitting she didn�t want to be tempted, that she and Willow were planning on cleaning their act up, but right now it was a temptation probably best not anywhere near them, if ever.
Having been surprised at Amy�s comments at first, Tara realized that the young woman being a rat for the last few years probably made her look at her life a little differently now. Along with the fact it probably left a seriously bad taste in her mouth in regards to magic. Turning slowly, Tara makes her way to her and Buffy�s room. It taking a moment for it to actually sink in that the room was in shambles. Swallowing hard at the sight of what had obviously been a book, but was now just papers strewn all about the room along with the mirror smashed above the dresser. Whimpering at the sight of the blood drops now visible, Tara takes in the rest of the carnage in the room. �Oh, Buffy. What happened?� Tara questions the empty room, the worry obvious as she tries to figure out what happened.
***
Buffy�s hands shake as she reads Catherine Madison�s magic book. Seeing in black and white what was done and what could have happened, hitting her hard. Angrily ripping the book in two, flinging the two halves so the pages fly about the room, she literally tears off the doors to the closet, sending them crashing behind her in the room as she yanks out weapons, feeling the urge to do some serious damage to something evil, a small part of her brain understanding that she can�t take it out on the person she really wants to.
Happening to glance over into the mirror as she�s passing it, Buffy stops and stares at the angry looking woman staring back at her, hardly recognizing herself before slamming her fist into the mirror, ignoring the pain of the broken glass imbedded into her knuckles and hand as she runs out of the house and out the back door, letting it slam shut behind her as she heads out the back gate, yanking the manhole cover off and dropping down into the sewers to hunt for anything to take her anger and pain out on.
***
Tara runs a hand over the pages of the book, having finally come across what most likely set Buffy off, having spent the last two hours cleaning up their bedroom and trying to put the book back in order. Unconsciously rubbing the palm of her hand where a piece of mirror had sliced it. Tara plays with the edge of tape holding the gauze in place. Sighing heavily, she looks at the clock once more. �Sorry, honey. But I need to know you�re okay.� Tara whispers to the silent house. Gathering a few stakes, tucking them away in her cargo pants along with her own �weapons� of choice, Tara calms her racing heart, taking deep slow breaths until she�s calmed down enough to whisper the spell that will lead her to Buffy.
***
Buffy snarls angrily as she slams the demon into the concrete wall of the sewer system, ducking automatically as she feels a presence behind her. Buffy kicks back with all her strength grinning at the satisfying cry of pain and crunch of bones. Slamming her fist into the demon�s stomach, Buffy curls her nose up in disgust as she pulls her fist out of the hole, shaking the demon guts out onto the floor. �Gross.� Finally taking pity on the demon she�d been fighting for the last fifteen minutes, Buffy quickly slices its head off with her short sword before turning around to look at the demon that had tried to come up behind her.
Shaking her head at the small, dead demon with the broken neck, Buffy quickly takes its head to be on the safe side before wiping the sword clean on its clothes before striding out of the dead end to work her way down another section of the tunnel. Her anger still glowing brightly inside her, but it�s more focused, where when she�d first come down here, she�d just been attacking anything and everything, even to the point of having taken some pretty brutal hits, rubbing the side of her face, wincing slightly at the sting. Remembering seeing a water faucet a short distance back, Buffy backtracks and kneels turning it on. Quickly washing her hands and arms, she brings the clean water up to rinse her face before trailing her fingers down the jagged cut. �Fuck, when did that happen?� Buffy leans down and lets the water run a little more over the wound, cleansing it as well as she can before turning the water off and running her hands through her hair, leaving it damp.
Not knowing how long she�s been down here, Buffy debates for a few minutes on whether to continue hunting for more demons or head up top and find out what time it is, possibly doing a regular patrol before heading home and seeing how fucked up her face is going to be.
Frowning as the area starts to lighten. Buffy turns around, seeing a small light heading towards her. Not feeling anything remotely evil or demon-y, Buffy tucks away the sword and crosses her arms over her chest waiting to see what�s heading her way.
***
Tara breathes a quiet sigh of relief as the dim light brightens perceptibly as she finally comes across Buffy. Now close enough to feel the slayer�s anger, wincing hard as she gets closer, quickly putting her shields up on full force at the centered and red hot, almost piercing anger coming from Buffy. Whispering softly to make the tracer light just lighten the area as she slows down, allowing the light to illuminate her instead of hide her.
Buffy doesn�t know whether to feel happy or even more angry as Tara becomes visible to her, the anger winning out, Buffy growls roughly at the blonde Wiccan. �What the fuck are you doing down here? Are you fucking insane?�
�No more than you, obviously.� Tara murmurs, trying not to jerk at the anger now being focused on her.
�I can take care of myself.� Buffy unconsciously closes the distance between her and Tara. �I�m doing my job. Now get the hell out of here and go back home!�
�No.� Tara answers simply, fighting the urge to turn tail and run as she�s bombarded with Buffy�s anger. Not able to stop the wince of pain and her uncontrollable step back.
Buffy growls deeply, taking the additional two steps, putting her body literally an inch from Tara. �Go the fuck back up top and go home! I don�t want or need you!�
Tara turns her head as her heart hurts at the slayer�s angry words. Knowing Buffy is just angry right now, but her words still slicing her to the quick. Knowing better than to open herself to see the slayer�s aura, and soul, the slayer�s feelings so raw and powerful that they would literally incapacitate her right now, Tara shakes her head. �If you don�t want or need me, fine. I�ll be more than happy to leave you alone� after you let me clean and fix your wounds.� Tara looks back at the slayer�s bruised and battered body and face, the jagged cut across her face worrying her. �Please, Buffy. No comments and no talking. Let me help you then I�ll leave you alone.� Tara begs softly.
Buffy clenches her jaw tightly. Her anger fighting against her mind as she mentally debates on following Tara, or taking off knowing there is no way Tara would be able to keep up with her. Though she could still follow her� and possibly end up getting hurt. Spinning around, Buffy slams her fist in the wall, ignoring the pain shooting up her arm and the concrete falling from the fist-sized hole now in the wall of the tunnel. Striding the four yards give or take to the entrance up top, Buffy climbs up it without saying a word, pushing up on the manhole cover, looking out to see where she is, surprised to find that she�d circled around under the town and was less than five blocks from her house. Pushing the cover the rest of the way to the side, she climbs out surprised at the darkened sky.
Tara sighs softly and quickly follows Buffy, whispering the words needed to end the spell, Tara watches as Buffy replaces the manhole cover and starts to stride towards Revello Drive. Surprised to realize it had taken her longer than she thought to find Buffy if the darkness is anything to go by. Hurrying after her, Tara�s eyes take in the dirty, disheveled, bruised, cut and limping slayer. Practically jogging to keep up with the ground eating, angry strides Tara fights the urge to talk. Knowing she�d promised her, but wanting to know what�s going through Buffy�s head. Sighing softly, Tara runs a hand through her hair, before letting it rub at the back of her neck, trying to relieve some of the tension and pain that she�s feeling caused by Buffy�s emotions battering against her senses.
Buffy unlocks the door and takes the stairs three at a time, heading straight to the bathroom, stripping her clothes off without a care before turning the water on to the shower, ignoring Tara coming in behind her and gathering her clothes. Thankful in a way that Tara has decided to not say anything, like she�d promised. Stepping under the hot stream of water, Buffy allows it to rinse over her for a few minutes, ignoring the sting of the water hitting her many wounds. Finally grabbing the shampoo, she works on cleaning her body from top to bottom.
Tara places Buffy�s destroyed clothes in the trash before silently placing a couple fresh towels on the sink. Hurrying back downstairs, she pulls the large first aid kit out of the closet, carrying it back upstairs to the bathroom. Clearing the vanity of the make-up, brushes and other items, she settles the kit gently on top and opens it, pulling out the alcohol, swabs, antibiotic cream, bandages, suture kits and tweezers. Turning on the bright make-up lights on the vanity, and the additional light above the sink to make the bathroom as bright as possible, Tara pushes up her sleeves and waits for Buffy to finish with her shower.
Buffy turns the water off and runs shaky hands through her hair, the long shower having helped her anger settle somewhat. Pulling back the shower curtain, she steps out onto the bath mat, grabbing one of the towels Tara had obviously gotten her, her eyes landing on the blonde who�s sitting on the floor, her chin on her chest and her arms resting over her knees to hang almost limply. Drying her body automatically, she watches as Tara doesn�t move. Becoming worried, Buffy looks intently over the Wiccan�s body, sighing in relief when she doesn�t see any physical damage. Tossing the towel into the hamper, she shifts the chair in front of the vanity out and settles on it, her mind going back to the first time Tara had helped her, remembering the tender touches and caring nature.
Tara finally lifts her head as she hears Buffy move the chair and the slight squeak it always makes when someone sits in it. Wearily pushing herself up off the floor, she looks at the battered slayer. Deciding to start at the top and work her way down, Tara grabs the alcohol and gauze pads. Kneeling beside Buffy, Tara doesn�t make eye contact as she starts to cleanse the gash on the slayer�s face, realizing too much healing has already happened to make stitching it prudent.
Buffy watches Tara for a few minutes as the woman works on cleaning the wounds on her face, her eyes trying to catch Tara�s, but the Wiccan not willing to make eye contact. Sighing internally, Buffy drops her gaze to her hands, plucking at a piece of glass still imbedded in her knuckles as Tara gently places butterfly bandages on the major wound before continuing to work her way down her body.
�Leave it. I�ll get it.� Tara whispers after seeing what Buffy is doing, having started working on the wounds on the slayer�s arms and upper chest. Skipping down to her hands, Tara cleans them gently before grabbing the tweezers to gently remove the piece of glass. Looking over the flesh intently, she sees a couple more slivers and gently removes them before cleaning the wounds again and carefully bandaging them.
Gently clenching and unclenching her hands, Buffy�s eyes stay on Tara as the Wiccan finishes taking care of her wounds. As Tara grabs the ace bandage and gently starts to wrap her swollen ankle, Buffy waits until she�s done. Starting to open her mouth, she snaps it shut quickly as Tara starts to speak.
�I would suggest icing your ribs and your ankle.� Tara still doesn�t look into Buffy�s eyes as she quickly packs everything away, taking the first aid kit and striding out of the bathroom without another word.
Buffy drops her chin on her chest, sighing loudly. Not knowing what to do, Buffy sits on the chair for a while, unaware of how much time has passed before she finally stands. Replacing everything back to where it belongs, she grabs her hair brush and runs it through her hair to get the majority of the tangles out before finally looking in the mirror, wincing at the bruised and swollen face looking back at her. Lifting her hand to touch the edge of the bandage Tara had placed on her cheek Buffy pulls it away after a few minutes and grabs her toothbrush. Brushing her teeth quickly, Buffy turns off the lights and makes her way to their bedroom. Glancing at the clock, she�s surprised to see it�s almost one in the morning. Pulling on her robe, she ties it haphazardly around her waist before heading towards the stairs. Making her way quietly down them, stopping halfway when she notices Tara curled up on the couch in a tight ball, her back towards the room. Slowly finishing her descent down the stairs, she takes a couple steps towards the couch, stopping when she notices Tara stiffening.
Feeling the slayer come closer to her, Tara can�t help but stiffen. Honestly knowing she won�t be able to deal with having a discussion right now with the woman, though she does feel slightly relieved at the lack of anger coming at her from Buffy, though still getting a low current of it. Wrapping her arms more tightly around her body, Tara closes her eyes tightly trying to keep from sobbing out loud. It having taken everything in her not to question Buffy, beg her to tell her what she�s feeling or to ask if she really didn�t want or need her.
Buffy�s hands tighten convulsively as she stares at Tara�s back. Swearing she sees her shoulders shaking slightly, though she doesn�t hear anything. Finally heading into the kitchen, she opens the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water her eyes land on the large package of pork chops that she knows wasn�t there earlier that day.
Resting her forehead against the freezer as she continues to stare into the refrigerator, seeing the large block of Velveeta cheese, realizing Tara had planned on making her favorites for dinner tonight, or last night as the case may be. Finally shutting the refrigerator door, Buffy flicks off the light as she makes her way back through the house, standing by the stairs and staring at Tara�s back. �Are you coming upstairs?� Buffy finally questions hoarsely, her shoulders dropping like the weight of the world are on them when all she receives is a slight shake of the head from Tara. At a loss as to what to say or do, Buffy finally turns and slowly makes her way up the stairs and to their bedroom. Actually looking this time, she notices that Tara had obviously picked up the mess she�d made and the book was nowhere in sight. Not knowing, and really not caring what Tara did with the book, Buffy shuts off the light and moves to the front window, staring out at the night occasionally sipping from her bottle as she wonders if she�s managed to scare Tara away for good this time.
***
Tara slowly rolls over onto her back, and rests her hands on her stomach as she stares up at the ceiling. Feeling Buffy�s unrest and worry almost like a physical pain, knowing the slayer isn�t even attempting to rest. Sighing quietly, Tara brushes a tear that escaped from her eye away from her cheek. Wondering what�s going to become of the two of them. Having almost believed that Buffy liked her in more than a friend way, but wondering exactly how much of it is just because she�s been helping her. Throwing an arm across her eyes, Tara fights the tears that want to fall. Her feelings for the slayer stronger than anything she�s ever felt before, the anger and rage being pointed towards her earlier with Buffy�s hurtful comments that she didn�t want or need her, striking a blow to her heart. Not knowing what to do, but needing to know if what Buffy had read had set her back, Tara swallows hard as she slowly lowers her shields so she can see how her soul and spirit are doing.
Whimpering quietly as the crack that had been slowly closing had obviously widened to the point of where it had been originally, Tara finally let�s the tears fall. All the hard work they�d done for practically the past two months for naught.
�Goddess, do we start over? Or will she even think about letting me help her now? And Goddess help me, but do I want her to know how I feel now with everything that�s happened and happening?� Tara whispers softly, quietly sobbing as she closes her eyes. The emotional roller coaster ride finally taking its toll on her, Tara falls into an uneasy sleep, tears occasionally slipping out from between closed eyelids along with the occasional whimper.
***
Buffy tilts her head as she can barely hear Tara whispering something. Not able to make it out, she slowly steps out of the bedroom to the top of the stairs. Stepping down onto the landing, she looks at the Wiccan, frowning heavily as she sees the tears slowly trailing down from her eyes and the quiet sobs and whimpers coming from her as the night progresses. Finally not being able to take it any more, Buffy quietly steps down the stairs. Easing down onto one knee, she gently wiggles her arms underneath Tara. Picking her up, she cradles the sleeping woman against her body and makes her way slowly up the stairs.
Pressing her lips to Tara�s forehead, Buffy gently eases down onto the bed, continuing to hold Tara against her. Brushing her cheek against Tara as the woman snuggles against her, burying her face in the crook of her neck. �I�m sorry.� Buffy whispers to the sleeping woman as she remembers what she�d said to her and the anger she�d directed at her. �I don�t know why you don�t run away from me and just leave me, Tara. I�ve probably caused you ten times the pain Willow ever has.� Running a hand through Tara�s hair, Buffy leans back against the headboard and closes her eyes. Working on the meditations that Tara taught her, silently wishing the Wiccan was awake to help her, feeling the difference not having her calming influence to help guide her, but continuing on stubbornly anyway.
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