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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 runs a hand through her hair as she talks with the lady on the phone, going over a couple points as she takes notes on exactly what needs to be done. Hearing a key in the door, Tara frowns, not knowing what time it is. Surprised when she hears Buffy come trotting down the steps at the same time, before continuing with her conversation trying not to be distracted by what�s going on around her.
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Buffy looks at the clock, realizing this should be the time Willow gets home from her last college class of the day. Heading downstairs from where she�d been silently thinking about what�s happened since she�d come back and listening to Tara talk with different people on the phone. Trying to think of some way to thank Tara for her help. Not just for her dealing with the paperwork and everything, but also for wanting to help her personally. Knowing Tara will stand true to her promise and stay here for as long as she needs her.
Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, her body partially blocking the entrance to the dining room, Buffy glances in at Tara who looks at her worriedly, even as she continues with the conversation.
Willow let�s herself in, frowning as she�d skipped a couple classes to look for Tara before finally going to her last class, hoping that maybe Tara would have decided to come back so they could talk. Smiling as she hears Tara�s voice, Willow blinks in surprise as Buffy stands in front of her, blocking her way. Looking around Buffy, Willow smiles as she sees Tara. �Good, you�re here. I looked for you at the college��
�She�s on the phone, Willow, doing something for me. I suggest you leave her alone for right now.� Buffy speaks softly, her eyes cold as she stares at Willow as she tries to keep her emotions under control.
�But, I want to�� Willow snaps her mouth closed as Buffy growls and her eyes flash with anger. Feeling a thread of fear streaking through her she unconsciously shifts back a couple feet.
Buffy shakes her head before she moves to stand in front of Tara, keeping an eye on Willow. Listening as Tara says goodbye. Feeling the Wiccan stand and move beside her, Buffy glances at her from the corner of her eye before turning back to look at Willow who�s come forward again.
�Tara, honey. We need to talk. I know that I can get you to forgive me. I�m so glad you came back and you�re here.� Willow steps closer, her eyes opening wide in surprise as Buffy moves closer to Tara.
Buffy steps closer to Tara her hand going to the Wiccan's shoulder, clasping it gently in silent support as she glares at Willow. "No, she's not. She's just a figment of your imagination. For all intents and purposes, Tara left last night as she'd planned. Don't delude yourself with thoughts that she's here, or that she's here for you. As far as you're concerned, Tara left you last night when she walked out that door." Buffy nodded towards the front door Willow had just come through a moment ago. "She left you..." Buffy's eyes narrow dangerously on the redhead as her anger flares. "With GOOD reason! As of this moment there will be no more magical use from you in this house. If I have any inkling, whatsoever, that you are doing magic of any sort, your ass won�t know what hit you until you land outside the door on it.� Buffy turns to look at Tara, her eyes searching surprised blue eyes. �You will know if she�s done something, right?�
Tara's hand covers Buffy's on her shoulder giving it a grateful squeeze, before nodding her head. �I can tell.�
Willow stands gaping at the Slayer in shocked silence, the words not making sense in her head. 'What does she mean Tara isn't here? She's right there, I can see her!' As she listens to Buffy continue while standing protectively by Tara, Willow�s eyes narrow in anger as the slayer threatens her. �You can�t tell me I can�t do magic��
Buffy growls angrily, stepping towards Willow, her eyes flashing dangerously.
�Easy, Tiger.� Tara whispers softly, sliding her hand down Buffy�s shoulder to squeeze her forearm. The arm so tense it feels like steel, the anger flowing from Buffy knocking hard against her walls. Turning her gaze on Willow, Tara takes a deep breath to try and calm her own racing thoughts and feelings. �She can tell you what to do, Willow. This is her house. If you want to stay here, you have to abide by her rules.�
Dawn stops at the top of the stairs, having gotten home a half hour ago, and went directly to her room as Buffy had told her to do her homework and leave Tara alone as she was busy. Dawn had tried to question Buffy about Tara being there, but her sister had told her to leave it alone for now and do her homework. Having started to bitch, she�d quickly disappeared in her room as Buffy turned angry eyes on her. Now listening to what�s going on, Dawn frowns heavily trying to understand.
�Tara?� Buffy questions curiously, her head tilted towards the blonde, but her eyes narrowed on Willow.
�Yes?� Tara�s brows furrow at the questioning tone of the slayer.
�Can you do a protection spell around us, so that way she can�t fuck with anyone?� Buffy questions in her normal tone of voice, not trying to hide anything from Willow. �I�m not going to take a chance that she�s going to try something on you again. If you can do something for the rest of us, that would be of the good also.�
�WHAT? I would NEVER do something�� Willow starts angrily, the surprise on her face obvious.
�You wouldn�t?� Buffy snarls, taking the large stride to put her face to face with Willow. �So it was someone else that decided to fuck with Tara�s mind? It was someone else that did the mind fuck on all of us yesterday? I thought you were my friend, Willow. But the woman I knew wouldn�t have done the things that you�ve done. Because of everything we�ve been through, I�m giving you fair warning. Either you live by my rules, or your ass is out of here. Tara is not yours, she is staying here with me and as far as you�re concerned, she�s staying elsewhere. I don�t want you to even acknowledge she�s here in the house. This is the way it will be, it isn�t up for discussion.� Buffy warns softly, the seriousness of her words obvious in her eyes.
Dawn winces at Buffy�s words, Tara�s deciding to leave the night before making a little more sense to her. Feeling a streak of guilt at the way she�d treated the Wiccan, Dawn quietly heads back to her room, having heard all that she wants to hear at this moment.
Willow�s mouth opens and shuts in shock, Buffy having never talked to her like this before. She knows without a shadow of a doubt that Buffy means every word coming out of her mouth. As the slayer�s eyes seem to flash even more with anger, Willow decides self preservation might be for the best right now. Quickly heading up the stairs, she shuts the door behind her as she decides to think about what Buffy said.
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Tara closes her eyes, but stays quiet as the slayer�s anger grows as she�s talking to Willow. Feeling the pain mixing in with the anger, it takes Tara a moment to realize Buffy�s feeling pain for her. For what Willow had done to her. As Buffy finishes talking and nothing else is said for a few moments, Tara slowly opens her eyes, surprised to see Buffy standing quietly in front of her and Willow gone. Seeing the slayer�s body start to shake, Tara quickly closes the distance between them. �It�s me.�
Buffy closes her eyes as she hears Tara�s softly whispered words before two warm arms wrap around and pull her against the Wiccan. Shaking uncontrollably with anger, Buffy gently reaches up and pulls Tara�s hands away from her. �I need a few minutes.� Buffy whispers before quickly heading out of the house, leaving the back door open in her wake as she steps out into the middle of the yard, staring up into the late afternoon sky. Trying to get her anger under control, Buffy tenses as she hears someone� No, not someone, Tara. Buffy mentally tells herself, knowing the woman�s tread.
�You can�t keep trying to lock it away, Buffy.� Tara whispers softly from the doorway as she looks at the taut slayer, watching her worriedly.
�Yes, well� right now the anger is so bad, I know you�re probably getting a major dose and I don�t want to do that to you.� Buffy admits, keeping her back to Tara.
�It�s my decision, Buffy.� Tara steps outside the door, standing on the porch. �Yell, scream, throw something� I don�t know what, but let it out! You can�t continue like this, Buffy.� Tara warns as she finally allows herself to see the slayer�s aura, frowning heavily at the anger and pain flowing heavily through her being. Biting her lip at the sight of the slayer�s disjointed soul everything just slightly out of alignment.
Buffy growls, roughly rubbing her face as she stares at the wood fencing surrounding the yard. Shaking with anger Buffy presses her palms into her eyes as she finally collapses to her knees. Crying out in anger, she starts to slam her fists into the ground time after time after time.
Tara flies off the porch sliding to the ground behind Buffy as the slayer keeps hitting the ground, the anger flaring brightly and slamming into her even with her shields in full force. Fighting through the pain and hurt coming from Buffy, Tara wraps her arms around the slayer�s waist and buries her face in her hair. �Let it out, honey. Let it out.� Tara whispers softly as she�s buffeted by Buffy�s anger and pain, closing her eyes tightly as the tears slip between the lids. Sending the slayer her calmness and caring, hoping that some of it might make a difference, she holds on desperately to the woman continuing to hit the ground.
Buffy cries out loudly as she finally collapses, her hands swollen, sore and bloody. The anger gone for the time being, replaced by hurt, it taking a few minutes to feel Tara�s love slowly seep into her as the Wiccan shifts and pulls her into her lap, holding her tightly as she cries.
Tara tucks her chin over Buffy�s head as the slayer curls up in a ball on her lap. The heart wrenching sobs coming from the slayer tearing at her heart. Gently rocking Buffy back and forth, Tara presses a soft kiss to the top of her head.
Buffy grabs hold of Tara�s shirt, burrowing into the woman�s comforting embrace. Unaware of the time passing as she slowly calms down and the sobs turn to shuddering breaths. Slowly everything comes down to the warm body she�s pressed against and the calm, soothing hands running over her.
Feeling the anger and pain lessen as the slayer calms down, Tara continues to hold and soothe the slayer as she presses soft kisses to the woman�s head. Tuning back into her aura, Tara sighs in relief as some of the anger has lessened, but noticing the slayer�s soul is still disjointed, knowing it�s going to take time for it to heal. Slowly Tara sets her mind to think of ways to help Buffy.
Buffy�s hands clench Tara�s shirt before her fingers shift and clench the Wiccan�s waist gently, finally opening her eyes. �Sorry.�
Tara shakes her head and presses her lips again to Buffy�s head at the slayer�s scratchy word. �I�m not accepting sorry�s, honey. I just want to help you get b-better, if you�ll let me.
�How?� Buffy finally questions, her throat raw with tears as she slowly unwinds herself but wraps an arm around the Wiccan. The warmth she craves coming into her from the blonde.
�I�m not sure, but this is a good start. When you�re up for it maybe some meditations that I know might help you.� Tara offers softly, running her fingers gently through the slayer�s hair as Buffy shifts and gives her an actual hug.
�I�ll try anything.� Buffy admits softly, hugging Tara gently. �Thank you for this.�
�Honey, I want to help.� Tara admits quietly. �All I ask is that you let me.�
Buffy slowly nods against Tara�s neck, sighing quietly.
Tara gently runs her fingers through Buffy�s hair and over her back to help calm the slayer a little more. �Honey, let�s get you inside so I can clean your hands.�
Buffy whispers softly, feeling drained. �Okay.�
Tara helps Buffy to stand before standing herself, the two women heading into the house.
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Willow stares out the window, watching Buffy, her brows furrowed as she sees the obvious anger coming out of her friend as she collapses to the ground and starts to slam her fists into the ground. Swallowing hard at the realization that Buffy�s obviously hurting more than she�s let anyone know, Willow watches as Tara runs and grabs Buffy, wrapping the slayer in her arms and dragging her into her body as she rocks her gently, obviously trying to calm and help her.
Resting her forehead against the window, Willow lets the tears flow as she finally sees what Tara had obviously seen. That everything is not right with Buffy. Not just the fact that she�d brought her back from heaven, but when she did, she broke something in the slayer. Not knowing what to do, but knowing that her help isn�t wanted right now, Willow closes her eyes as she questions everything that she�s done. Silently wondering what else she�s screwed up and how it�s going to come back to haunt her. And worse yet, haunt the people she loves.
Silently sending a thanks to Buffy as she realizes the slayer had kept Tara from leaving the night before. Opening her eyes, Willow watches as Buffy practically wraps herself around Tara while Tara continues to comfort the slayer. Feeling a streak of jealousy work its way through her, Willow tries to shake it off as she turns her back on the window and the display in the back yard. Looking, really looking at the room for the first time, Willow realizes that all the little odds and ends that were Tara�s are gone. Slowly opening the drawers, Willow quietly closes them before gradually moving backwards until she collapses on the bed.
Looking up at the ceiling, Willow silently questions whether or not she can stay in the same place Tara�s in if they�re not together. But not knowing how she can not be near the woman, Tara having been a very important part of her life.
Rolling over onto her stomach, Willow grabs one of the pillows and pulls it under her head and cries quietly into it while searching her thoughts and soul for what she should or shouldn�t do.
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