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What If??	By : Kinetickid Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 16520 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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�Giles, I have a serious problem!� Buffy growls as she strides into the Watcher�s apartment without even knocking.

�Come in, Buffy. Nice to see you.� Giles raises an eyebrow at the slayer.

Buffy growls at him, pacing back and forth like a caged panther.

�Ah, yes. Regarding Miss Maclay?� Giles hides his smiling countenance behind the Watcher�s book, rereading over the section about the other slayer.

Buffy stops and turns a glare on the watcher. �How do you know?�

�Your mother paid me a visit this afternoon. She was somewhat worried, so she decided to talk to me about it.� Giles admits, watching the slayer.

Buffy growls while striding over to the couch, collapsing on top of it. �Am I going to have to beat it out of you, Giles? Because, honestly. Right now, I feel the need to take my frustrations out on someone.� She looks at the watcher with narrowed eyes.

Giles swallows seeing the fire burning in the slayer�s eyes. Without a word, he hands her the book to let her read over all the information he has.

Buffy slowly reads over the pages, frowning before flipping back and re-reading. Snapping the book closed she looks up with angry eyes. �So, you�re basically telling me that I�m going to rape Tara if she isn�t ready for this? I�ll fucking stay away from her if that�s the case!�

Giles sits there stunned at the slayer�s words, not having realized, that in a nut shell, that�s what it would be considered if the other woman wasn�t ready. �I--I would suggest you speak to her about this.� Giles finally gets out, looking at the slayer.

�I can�t go near her right now, Giles!� Buffy yells, jumping up off the couch. �I just came from her room. And yes, she was willing to try and help me out, but she isn�t ready! She�s not ready to be that physical with me. Kissing, hugging, light touching, yes. But having a slayer ready to pounce on her like dessert? I don�t think so!!� Buffy growls deeply, pacing from one end of the room to the other.

�Buffy, unfortunately, you aren�t going to be able to control this. And I�m afraid the longer you hold it back, the worse it�s going to be.� Giles explains to the slayer calmly. �You need to speak with your young woman and explain what�s going on.�

�I can�t, Giles.� Buffy whimpers. �If I go over there right now, or even later tonight, I won�t be able to stop myself.� Buffy collapses on the couch, burying her face in her hands. �I don�t even know how I stopped myself before.�

Giles sighs quietly. �Would you like for me to talk with Tara?� He offers, blushing at the thought of talking about this with the young woman.

Buffy looks up with sad eyes at Giles. �I don�t know how she would take discussing something like this with you, Giles. I mean, she seemed okay with you at the shop, but her track record with men hasn�t been the best. Her father and brother used to beat her. Beat her bad enough to put her in the hospital.� Buffy pulls her legs up, wrapping her arms around them, rocking back and forth.

�Want me to call Joyce?� Giles whispers quietly. �She is more than willing to talk with Tara over this.�

Buffy laughs sarcastically. �Isn�t that good? Hey, Mom. Would you mind going and telling my girlfriend that she doesn�t have a choice, I�m going to be fucking her silly, whether she�s ready or not?�

�Buffy, it isn�t that bad.� Giles sighs, shaking his head. �You already said she was willing to help you out. Once the situation is explained to her, I�m sure everything will be okay.�

�But she shouldn�t have to be in this situation at all.� Buffy grumbles. �Why can�t we be two young women that just met and are dating, making out in hidden little nooks and cranny�s like other normal couples? Taking it slow, enjoying discovering each other, without my wanting to pounce on her and do all kinds of wicked things to her?� Buffy cries out, roughly rubbing her face with her hands. Buffy quickly stands looking around the apartment. �Where�s your weapons at, Giles? I think I�m going to hit the sewers, since its still daylight. See if I can�t come across some evil things to kill.�

Giles stands, grabbing a couple stakes out of a drawer, tossing them to Buffy before grabbing a knife that was almost long enough to be considered a short sword. �I�ll have Joyce visit Tara.�

Buffy nods her head as she takes the knife and the holder from the watcher, sliding it through the loops on the inside of her jacket. �Tell mom I�ll probably be home late.� Buffy growls, leaving the watcher in the apartment alone.

Giles picks up the phone and quickly dials the Summers� residence. �Ah, Joyce. It would seem Buffy is in a bit of a quandary.�

�She�s upset about what this means to Tara, isn�t she?� Joyce sighs.

�Yes. I dare say she pretty much yelled, saying she wasn�t about to rape her and would stay away from her. From what she mentioned, Tara is probably close to being ready to be physical with her.� Giles explains blushing.

�Can I borrow the book for Tara to read?� Joyce questions softly.

�Of course.� Giles answers.

�I�ll be there in a few minutes. Thanks, Rupert.� Joyce sighs at the thought of the poor girl and what she has unknowingly gotten herself into.

�I�ll see you then.� Giles smiles before hanging up the phone.

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�I will not take advantage of that sweet, kind woman.� Buffy growls as she lifts the manhole cover, climbing down she moves it back into place, waiting a few moments for her eyesight to adjust. Allowing more of the slayer to come forth, helping her to see in the dark.

Climbing down the ladder, she jumps the last few feet looking first one way then the next, sending her senses out. Finally getting a twinge, she heads down the right side of the tunnel, stealthily working towards where her senses were taking her. Stopping at the end of the tunnel that drops down into a small cavern-like room, Buffy grins at the eight vampires lounging about below her. Crouching down, she listens for a moment as they talk amongst themselves.

�Fred, I don�t know. I think it might be best we get the hell out of here and come back some other time. That military group is capturing all us demons and performing experiments on us. I mean, look at what they did to Spike! He�s older than all of us put together and they�ve fucked him up royally. I personally don�t wanna be fixed like he is.� John rails against the leader of their group.

�Oh, shut the fuck up John. As long as we stick together, they won�t take us on.� Fred growls.

Buffy frowns, wondering if this is why she keeps coming across groups of vamps, instead of the usual one or two that hang out together. Waiting for a few more moments, with none of the vampires making any other comments, Buffy slowly eases a stake out of her waistband and the knife from its hiding place. Judging the distance, she smirks as she jumps, landing in the midst of the vampires.

�Looks like you guys are just waiting for a party. Here I am boys, come and get me.� Buffy growls, slowly eyeing the vampires.

�Fuck, it�s the slayer!� Fred yells. �Get her!!!�

Buffy smirks as one vampire takes a clumsy swing at her. As he spins around she kicks him in the back, knocking him against another vampire. Feeling one sneaking up behind her, Buffy jumps up into a spinning kick, letting the slayer have full reign of her senses, something she�s never done before.

One of the vampires sees the orange glow coming from the slayer�s eyes and tries to back away, scared shitless. But before he takes more than half a step, he feels the blade of the knife slice into his neck before he turns to dust.

Yelling out a battle cry, the slayer at full strength decimates the vampires in less than a minute, quick stakes to the heart with the one hand, and the other beheading the vampires so quickly, they don�t even have a chance to move. Gazing about her seeing nothing but settling dust, the slayer growls before raising her head sniffing deeply. Feeling a deep buzz telling her to head in a certain direction, she silently works her way towards another vamp nest.

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Joyce holds the book gingerly in her hand as she knocks on Tara�s door. Smiling as she hears Tara.

�Buffy, I thought you were�� Tara�s eyes widen and she blushes. �Sorry, I thought it was Buffy.�

Joyce laughs quietly. �Obviously.�

�Please, come in. Is there something wrong?� Tara questions quickly after Joyce walks into her room. Gathering up her books she has spread out on her bed, she places them on the small desk before turning to Joyce.

�Yes and no.� Joyce winces at the witch. �Buffy�s fine, but we have found out what�s going on with her and needless to say she�s very upset in regards to what this means to you.�

�Please, sit down.� Tara motions to the bed as she pulls out the hard plastic chair, facing Joyce. �What does it mean?� She whispers, finally realizing that Joyce is holding a book in her hand, with a post it marking a page.

�Maybe I should let you read this, first.� Joyce offers the book to Tara, watching as she quickly flips it open.

Scanning over the pages, Tara�s eyes widen in shock and surprise. Rereading the section mentioning the slayer was the longest lived slayer, and possibly would have lived for quite a while longer if her mate hadn�t been killed, Tara gently closes the book, thinking heavily.

Joyce watches as the different emotions play across the woman�s face, first shock and surprise, then wonder and disbelief. Finally as intense blue eyes look up into hers, Joyce inhales, seeing the determination and love coming from the blue depths.

�Where is she?� Tara questions softly.

�She told Giles she had to go kill evil things and not to expect her home early.� Joyce answers quietly.

�Why is she upset?� Tara questions, her head tilting watching Joyce intently.

�Uh, well.� Joyce blushes looking at the witch. �She went off on Giles, stating she wasn�t going to rape you, and that�s what it boils down too if you�re not ready. I think she kind of fixated on the part about the slayer wanting to mark what�s hers.�

Tara closes her eyes and nods her head. �She would. She always goes for what she considers the worst thing. I bet it didn�t even sink into her brain that this is a very, very good thing to happen. That she has the possibility of having a relatively normal life. Albeit still killing monsters and evil things, but living past the age of 20.�

Joyce smiles and nods her head. �You�re probably right. I think that�s part of the reason you two are meant to be together. Your seeing the good in things will balance out her always seeing the negative side. Two halves of the same coin.�

Tara opens her eyes and smiles. �What classes does she have tomorrow?�

Joyce raises an eyebrow looking at Tara considering the witch. �She has three different classes. Her last one ends around 1:00. I believe�� Joyce digs around in her purse, hoping she still has the piece of paper Buffy gave her of her classes at the beginning of the term. Sighing she pulls it out, handing it to Tara. �Here, this is her schedule for this term.�

Tara takes the paper and glances over it, nodding her head. �Thanks, Joyce.� Looking back up, she blushes momentarily. �Ummm, this is still embarrassing as hell.� Tara admits looking down. �Do you think I can go home with you, maybe pack a change of clothes for Buffy?�

Joyce smirks at the witch and nods her head. �Planning on keeping her here tomorrow night?�

�I think it might be best for all concerned.� Tara nods her head watching Joyce. �Don�t tell her. I wouldn�t put it past her to not come to school tomorrow, if she knows what I�m planning.�

�You may be right.� Joyce nods. �Come on, let�s take you to the house and get �Operation Horny Slayer� set into motion.�

Tara laughs at the older woman�s words. �You are probably the most understanding mom in the universe.�

�I wouldn�t go that far.� Joyce mutters as they head towards the Jeep. �I was pretty harsh with Buffy growing up after she was called. Of course, I didn�t know what she was for a couple years and that didn�t help matters.� Joyce unlocks the door before walking around to the driver�s side, climbing in before heading towards the house. �And right after I found out, I was even worse. I made things extremely hard on her. I just wouldn�t understand that it wasn�t something she could not be. I thought after Faith showed up, that Buffy could be a normal girl.� Shaking her head at her own foolhardiness, she glances at an understanding Tara.

�Unfortunately, it doesn�t work that way.� Tara murmurs. �It�s what she is. It�s a part of her, obviously more of a part than I realized, after reading that section. Her fighting it is only going to make things worse.� Tara glances out the window watching as the stores pass by. �From what I read, when the girl actually embraces her slayer side, she becomes more adept, more powerful.� Tara leans her head against the window. �She�s like an eagle or wolf. They mate for life. I wonder if she even realizes that? She may have loved Angel, but the slayer portion of her could never have accepted him.�

Joyce pulls into the driveway, turning to look at the young woman sitting so calmly beside her. �How do you do that?�

Tara blinks, her blue gaze on the slayer�s mother. �I guess it�s as my mother said. I have a very old soul.� Tara smiles briefly. �I know this is bothering Buffy a lot more than it is me. Yes, I�m a virgin. Hell, until Buffy, I had never even entertained kissing another person before.� Tara�s lip quirks up. �But it feels right. It feels natural. I can�t ever remember wanting anything more, than to spend time with her.�

�I�m going to ask, even though your words pretty much put everything into perspective. Are you sure this is what you want? Are you positive you�re ready to take this relationship to the next level?� Joyce questions softly, placing a caring hand on the woman�s shoulder.

Taking a deep breath and searching her inner self, Tara smiles at the calmness she feels inside. Silently she questions her mother. �Am I doing right? Is this the proper thing to do?� Imagining her mother�s answers. �Sweetie, do you love her? If you do that is your answer.� Looking at Joyce, Tara smiles fully. �I�m positive this is the right thing to do. I honestly don�t believe I can be more ready, than I am.�

Joyce hugs Tara tightly. �Well, welcome to the family, daughter-in-law.� Joyce smirks as Tara giggles. �Let�s get Buffy�s clothes situated.� Joyce releases a huge sigh of relief as she climbs out of the vehicle, the two women walking up to the house.

�Should I maybe take some of her weapons to the room? She asked earlier if she could leave some stakes and stuff there.� Tara questions as they walk up the stairs towards Buffy�s room.

�I don�t see why not. I think she keeps a box of extra weapons in the bottom of the closet, if you want to grab some out.� Joyce mentions as she pulls out underwear and sleepwear for her daughter, before chuckling quietly at the thought the sleepwear probably wouldn�t get much use. Looking , she watches as Tara kneels down in front of the box.

Tara pulls out a couple stakes, smiling at the large pile in the box. Placing it back, she pulls another box out, with numerous knives with sheaths in it. Seeing a wood box she picks it up and opens it, frowning at the knife on display inside. Hesitantly, she places her hand on the handle and cries out silently, as the images spin behind her closed eyes. Swallowing hard, she pulls her hand away and quickly closes the box putting it back where it belongs. �Definitely need to visit Faith.� Tara thinks to herself running a shaking hand over her forehead before reaching in and grabbing a couple other knives, placing them with the stakes. Taking a moment to center herself from the fragmented images and feelings that came from touching the knife, Tara slowly stands smiling uncertainly at Joyce. �Do you have a bag or a small box for me to put these items in?�

�I�ll grab one of Buffy�s extra gym bags and put everything in it.� Joyce offers as she watches Tara. �Are you okay?�

�Yes.� Tara nods, reaching down grasping the items and setting them on the bed beside the clothes Joyce has already gathered.

Joyce watches Tara for a few moments before sighing. Walking to the closet, she grabs down a pair of her daughter�s jeans that she doesn�t wear too often, along with a shirt, hoping she doesn�t realize they�re missing. Placing them on the stack of other clothes, Joyce pulls out a gym bag from under the bed, tucking everything away neatly.

Tara smiles as Joyce walks out of the bedroom, coming back with a new toothbrush and other essential bathroom items placing them in the bag. �Do you think we have everything?�

�Everything but money to feed the garbage disposal.� Joyce mutters reaching into her pocket, pulling out what cash she has on hand. �Here, hopefully that will keep her from starving.� Joyce smirks at Tara.

Tara laughs quietly as she tucks the money away. �I have some Ramen Noodles at the dorm, but she�s already more or less given me her thoughts on those.�

Joyce chuckles and nods her head. �She likes something she can actually sink her teeth into most of the time. I would say we�d stop at the store and pick up some rolls and lunch meats for you, but I don�t know how much room you have in your little refrigerator.�

Tara thinks about what she has in the fridge. �I have mostly waters and juices. I can pull most of them out, leaving a couple of each in the refrigerator. That way there�s plenty of room for lunchmeat and cheese, so it won�t cost so much.� Tara offers pulling the money back out of her pocket, handing it to Joyce.

Joyce smiles. �Let�s head to the store and buy a couple pounds of lunch meat, along with a pound of cheese. I have some little packets of mayonnaise we can throw in the bag. She likes mayo on her sandwiches.�

Tara grabs the bag, following Joyce down the stairs to the kitchen, watching as she digs around in one of the drawers, grabbing a handful of packets.

�I have mustard packets also, if you want them?� Joyce glances over at Tara.

�That�s fine.� Tara smiles as Joyce grabs down a small bag, dropping the packets in before handing it to her. Tucking it away inside the bag she chuckles. �This is like extremely strange.�

Joyce raises an eyebrow questioningly at the witch.

�This whole situation.� Tara explains. �I was just planning on finishing my education, buying a small house and getting either a cat or a dog for companionship. Teaching during the week and painting on the weekend. Living out my life alone. Then, this little blonde tornado literally spins into my life, turning everything upside down.�

Joyce chuckles quietly. �That�s Buffy. She has a tendency to turn everyone�s lives upside down.� Wrapping an arm around Tara�s shoulder, Joyce squeezes gently. �Come on, let�s go to the store and do some shopping, that way you can get back to studying.�

Tara nods her head, blushing as the two women walk out of the house.

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Author's Note: I just want to thank everyone for their wonderful reviews!! Hope you continue to enjoy the story, along with my other ones!! Thank you!!

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