You haven't heard from me much, but I would like to share my story. This is my first W/T fic, so be nice

Title: Only time will tell
Author: Mystic Twist
Feedback: Yes, please. This story will only continue if you think it's good
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, except those who I thought of myself. I am also not making any profit out of this story.
Summary: A spell has gone wrong and sends Willow back in time. There she meets the love of her life. But will their love survive...
Notes: What you must know:
- Willow and Tara never met in Sunnydale, Willow returned to Oz when he came back.
- Willow comes from the year 2001 (season 5), and there is no sign of Glory or whatever.
- Buffy still is the slayer.
- Dawn is just Buffy's sister, not the Key.
- Willow is still a witch, Tara is not.


[center]Chapter 1[/center]


With a loud thump, the redhead fell onto the soft green grass. For a few minutes she just lay there, recovering from her freefall. Slowly she pushed her upper body up from the ground, and sat up straight.

What the hell happened? , she wondered. First she was sending a demon into a dimension between time and space, and now she was here. But where was here?

As Willow stood up, she looked around. It was night, but there were lights neatly placed between the flowers, giving the whole place a beautiful effect.

Willow turned around, taking in the beautiful surroundings. But then, as Willow gazed into the night behind her, she saw something that took her breath away. It was a castle. A castle like Willow had never seen before. There were big wooden doors, surrounded by plants climbing up the walls. There were thin, high towers with pointy rooftops, and light coming out of the big windows.

For about ten minutes, Willow just stood there, watching the spectacular building. A few raindrops fell, and slowly made their way down Willows body. She was so impressed that she didn’t notice the first raindrops. But they became thicker, and more fell out of the sky.

Willow wrapped her arms around her own body, trying to keep the cold out. Quickly she made her way to the big doors.

Standing in front of the doors, Willow was searching for the doorbell. She shrugged as she came to the conclusion that they didn’t have a doorbell. She raised her hand and knocked three times.


Sunnydale, may 2001

A bright flash lit the room as Willow had completed the spell. Buffy, Xander, Anya and Oz were blinded by the light and fell backwards with the power that was built up during the spell.

Buffy opened her eyes and pulled herself up from the cold floor. Good, she thought, for once, everything is still standing.

She heard a moaning sound next to her. She grabbed Xanders hand and pulled him up.

“You ok?”, she asked.

“Yeah. What the hell happened?”, Xander asked as he helped Anya get up.

“I really don’t know.”

In the corner of the living room, Oz got up. He looked around, looking for his girlfriend.

“Wait, where’s Willow?”, he asked confused.

“Willow was...right here.” Buffy pointed at the spot right in front of the circle. But there was no Willow.

“Hey, would you look at that. The demon ran off.”, Anya said while pointing at the hole in the wall.

Everybody watched silently at the wall, trying to take in what happened.

“Maybe he took Willow.”, Oz said.

“Oh, look! There he is!”, Anya said enthusiastically.

The demon ran past the house, crossed the street and finally fell backwards onto the street.

“Do you think he’s dead?”, Xander wondered.

“I don’t know. Let’s go check.”

Buffy grabbed her axe from the table and walked out of the door, followed by Xander, Anya and Oz.

Buffy walked up to the demon and kicked him. The body rolled over.

“Huh. Interesting.”, she said.

“He must’ve gotten a real big shock.”, Anya said as she inspected the demon. “I mean, you couldn’t even kill him.” Anya looked at Buffy.

“We have to get rid of the body.”, Buffy said, ignoring Anya.

“But what about Will? The demon didn’t take her, so where is she?” Xander looked back at the house. “Do you think that maybe...”

“She got taken to the dimension instead? Yeah.”, Buffy answered as she handed Anya the axe and grabbed the demons arms. Slowly she started pulling him across the street, back to the house. Not knowing what to do next, everybody followed her.



Back at the castle..

Scared of who or what might open the door, Willow stood silently. After a minute or two, she knocked again. She heard someone fiddling with the lock. Finally, the door opened.

A very sweet looking, older lady opened the door. She looked at Willow in awe. By now, the rain was pouring down, and had drenched Willows clothes.

“Oh, my poor child.”, the lady said as she stepped away, letting Willow in. “You must be freezing.”

Willow nodded as she stepped into the warm house. The lady was wearing something that looked like a maids uniform. She was wearing a white apron, and her grey hair was in a bun.

“Come with me. I’ll get you some nice warm...normal clothes.”, the lady said as she led Willow through the hall.

“Could I use the bathroom?”, Willow asked.

“Of course, my dear. Go up these stairs, on the right. I’ll wait here for you.”

”Thanks.”, Willow said and made her way up the stairs.

Willow reached out to turn the handle, and bounced back as it moved on it’s own. A beautiful young woman stepped out of the bathroom, bumping into Willow.

“Oh. S-sorry.”, the young woman said.

“It’s ok.” Willow said while stepping back, letting the woman past.

The young woman hurried off, leaving Willow.

Willow opened the door. She looked at herself in the mirrow. This place, wherever it was, it was beautiful, and had beautiful people. A beautiful person. Just like the castle, the young woman had taken Willow’s breath away. Never had she seen anyone with such beauty. Willow shook her head. She had to get out of here, go back home. Back home to Oz, her loved one.

Quickly she threw some water on her face, washing away the raindrops. When she was done, she walked back down the stairs towards the older lady.

“I got you these clothes. I hope they fit.”, she said while handing Willow the clothes.

“Thanks. Um, can I just ask something?”

”Ofcourse. What is it?”

”What year is this?”, Willow asked.

The lady looked at Willow. “1745, ofcourse. What did you think?”

Willow felt like the whole world was spinning around her. 1745. She had travelled through time. She was in the eightteenth century.

it's nice! time traveling is always interesting!
guess who's the young beautiful woman!!! he he c'mon continue please.

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Interesting start I hope to see more of this fic.

hmmmm very interesting me gusta.. i always like fics that are set in the past so please continue!!
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oh wow, great start to ur story i do hope u continue it to the end, ill be ur number one fan i promise -nods- yes sir ree:D

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Title: Only time will tell
Author: Mystic Twist
Feedback: Yes, please. This story will only continue if you think it's good
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, except those who I thought of myself. I am also not making any profit out of this story.
Summary: A spell has gone wrong and sends Willow back in time. There she meets the love of her life. But will their love survive...
Notes: What you must know:
- Willow and Tara never met in Sunnydale, Willow returned to Oz when he came back.
- Willow comes from the year 2001 (season 5), and there is no sign of Glory or whatever.
- Buffy still is the slayer.
- Dawn is just Buffy's sister, not the Key.
- Willow is still a witch, Tara is not.


[center]Chapter 2[/center]



“You want a cup of tea, love?”

The lady, Marie, placed a cup in front of Willow and poured some hot water into it. Marie walked up to a younger girl, Willow guessed she was somewhere between sixteen and eightteen. Both Marie and the girl lowered their voices, thinking Willow wasn’t able to hear.

“She can take Elisbeths place. She’ll do fine.”, Marie assured the girl.

“But, she’s so...weird.”, the girl answered back.

Willow sipped her tea. It burned her tongue, but at the same time warmed her body. Marie walked back to Willow, and sat down next to her.

“You can stay the night if you want. But the master wouldn’t approve of it if you didn’t...repay us in some way.”, Marie told her.

“Oh. Oh, no, that’s fine. I can...pay.” Willow wondered what they actually paid with in this time.

“Good. You can start tomorrow morning.” Marie stood up and made her way out of the kitchen.

“Wait. Start with what?”, Willow asked.

“You’re now Lady Tara’s maid.”, Marie stated as she walked away.

Thinking about who this Lady Tara was, Willow drank the last of her tea, giving her a warm sensation. Tomorrow would be a new day. And hopefully the solution of how to get back home.

***

In one of the biggest chambers, Tara settled herself into bed. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and rolled to her side. Since she had bumped into the strange woman, she couldn’t help but wonder who she was and where she came from. Dressed in such odd clothes, and such short hair, Tara found that there was something mysterious and very beautiful about the woman. As she closed her eyes, she told herself she would do her research in the morning.

***

Willow walked into the maids bedroom. Marie had shown her that this was the place where she could sleep.
Slowly Willow looked around the room. About five girls were already in bed, some snoring softly.

Uncomfortable with all the unknown girls around her, Willow stepped into bed and comforted herself that everything would be alright.

***

Yawning, Willow walked up the last steps to Lady Tara’s chamber. Hesitating, she softly knocked on the door.

‘Tara? I mean, Lady Tara? Are you awake?” Silently, Willow waited for a reply. She felt stupid in her maids dress. It was brownish and the cloth felt horrible against her skin. But she knew she’d have to stick up with it if she wanted to stay here. At least now she had a roof over her head for as long as she wanted, and that gave her some time to figure out how she could get home.

“C-come in.”, Tara answered.

Willow took a deep breath and stepped into the chamber. Tara was sitting on the bed. Shocked at her discovery that Lady Tara was the beautiful woman she had ran into last night, Willow stopped walking and stared at Tara.

Tara looked at the strange young woman she had met the night before. “Y-you.”

Willow stepped inside the room and closed the door behind her. Trying to sound normal, Willow greeted Lady Tara. “It’s nice to meet you, My Lady.” Willow had never in her life talked so proper, and it took some getting used to. “I’m Willow, you’re new maid.”

”I-it’s a pleasure to h-have you here.”, Tara answered back. She tried not to stutter, but her nerves got the better of her in many situations.

“I’ll just go and fill the bath.”, Willow said uncomfortably, and walked through to the large ensuite bathroom.

Tara gazed at Willow as she slowly filled the bath with hot water. Tara saw Willow spilling some of it over her hand, and heard her squeek as the water touched her delicate skin. She turned around and saw Tara staring at her.

“You’re bath is ready, my lady.”, Willow said as she walked up to Tara.

“P-please. Call me Tara.” Tara had never felt comfortable with people calling her My Lady of Lady Tara. Tara liked things as normal as possible.

”Ok.”, Willow replied softly, as she started undressing Tara. She kneeled down and rolled the evening gown up, over Tara’s head. Her soft hair came falling down as the gown left her body. Willow stepped back and placed the gown onto the bed. Tara walked into the bathroom and stepped into the hot water.

Willow straightened out the bedsheets. Now and then, she glanced over to the bath. She saw Tara turning her head towards her, and quickly focused on the bed again.

Tara watched as the redhead carefully placed Tara’s dress for the day onto the bed. She couldn’t help but smile. She never had a nice maid, most of them thought she was weird, and didn’t deserve to be as rich and wealthy as she was.

Tara stepped out of the bath. Willow covered her in a towel. She picked up another one and started drying Tara’s hair. She stroked the hair with the towel, and softly squeezed it, trying to get it dry. Willow removed the towel and picked up the brush. Slowly she brushed the long, blonde hair. It looked so soft. Willow placed the brush on the table behind her and ran her vingers through Tara’s hair. It was soft. Reminding herself of her job, Willow guided Tara to the bedroom. She picked up the dress and looked at it.

“Do you know h-how to put on the dress?”, Tara asked.

Willow looked at Tara and back at the dress. “Well...no, not really.”

Tara smiled as she picked up the dress and started putting it on herself. “Y-you forgot to get the rest of the dress.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” Willow opened the closet doors and searched it. “What...is the rest of the dress?”

Tara grinned and stood next to Willow. She picked up a beautiful brown dress. Willow nodded. Tara dressed herself, and looked at Willow as she tried to pull the cords of her corset together.

“I can do that.”, Willow said and walked behind Tara. She took the two bottom cords and pulled them together. “That’s fine.”, Tara said. Willow looked at Tara as she tied up the cords. “Can you actually breathe in that?” Tara shook her head. “N-not really, but I learned not to breathe.”, she said jokingly.

Willow and Tara both laughed. Willow looked at Tara. “Wow.”

”Wow, what?”, Tara asked.

”You look amazing.”, Willow answered as she looked at Tara from top to bottom. A stroke of hair fell in front of Tara’s face. Willow stepped forward and brushed the hair out of Tara’s face. “That’s better.”, she said.

There was a knock on the door. Quickly Willow stepped back. “Come in.”, Tara said.

An older woman, with a very fierce look in her eyes, walked in.

”Tara, your father wishes to see you.”, she said. Her voice didn’t have any emotion in it. Willow shivered when she saw how thin the woman was.

Tara followed the woman. Before she left the room, she took a last look at Willow, before facing her greatest fear. Her father.

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Hope it's interesting enough.. Thanks to everybody for reading!

more more more how do i like it how do i like it more more more:D

hhee great update like the lil twist.

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Thanks for reading But I'm going on holiday on monday, and I won't be ready with a new update before that, so the next update will take a while...

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Have a good holiday! This story looks good...I'm excited to see what will happen to this Victorian era W/T.

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Loving the story so far. And hating Tara's father already. Can't wait for the next part.

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I'm back! Thanks for all your nice comments.
Sorry it took so long, but there's been a lot going on since I've come back from holiday. But, better late then never, here is the next chapter of Only time will tell.

Title: Only time will tell
Author: Mystic Twist
Feedback: Yes, please. This story will only continue if you think it's good
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, except those who I thought of myself. I am also not making any profit out of this story.
Summary: A spell has gone wrong and sends Willow back in time. There she meets the love of her life. But will their love survive...
Notes: What you must know:
- Willow and Tara never met in Sunnydale, Willow returned to Oz when he came back.
- Willow comes from the year 2001 (season 5), and there is no sign of Glory or whatever.
- Buffy still is the slayer.
- Dawn is just Buffy's sister, not the Key.
- Willow is still a witch, Tara is not.



[center]Chapter 3[/center]


Tara shivered as she walked into the cold office of her father. He was sitting behind his desk, going through some paperwork. Tara noticed that her father looked old. Wrinkles had formed around his eyes and he looked pale. Without making any noise, she stepped forward.
“Y-you wanted t-to see me?”, she asked softly. Her father looked up slowly and inspected Tara from top to bottom. She felt very uncomfortable and shifted her feet.
“Ah, yes. Tara. Please sit down.” Her father gestured to the chair in front of him. Tara hesitated. Her father looked at her. “Well, go on.” Tara felt like she was being pushed into the chair unwillingly. In her mind she pictured herself turning around and running back to Willow. But this was only her mind playing up. By now, Tara had settled herself into the big brown chair.

“W-what i-is it you w-wanted to talk t-to me about?” Tara asked. Her father shifted the papers on his desk and leaned forward to Tara.

”It is time for you, my dear Tara.” Tara looked at her father. What was he talking about? “W-what do y-you mean, father?” Her father sat back in his chair and the word most feared to Tara escaped his mouth. “Marriage, Tara.”

It took Tara some time taking the news in. Tears formed in her eyes. Ofcourse, she had known it would come some day, but so soon? Her father didn’t notice her grief, and carried on talking.

“Tomorrow night we will have a feast to celebrate. You will meet your future husband then.”

Still in shock, Tara stood up and walked out of the room. Her father said something, but Tara didn’t hear. Her whole life she had known this would happen, and since she was a little girl, she had even dreamt of this moment. But now... now she could not feel happy. Because what she truly wanted, was something she could never possibly have.

Tara quickly paced through the hallway, keeping her head down so nobody could see her tears. She rushed down the stairs. Halfway down the hall she bumped up against someone. Quickly she regained her pace and rushed off again.

“Miss? Miss, are you alright?”, the man called out to her. However, Tara didn’t see or hear anything. Her tears were fighting their way through, and by the time Tara reached her room, they were streaming down her face.

Tara ran into her room and fell onto her bed. Tears made their way down her cheeks, dripping onto the bedsheets. Tara felt her whole life collapsing, while she just stood there and watched as everything she had ever wanted became the impossible dream.

***

Willow folded up the clean dresses and neatly placed them into the basket in front of her. She wondered what it was Lord Maclay wanted to talk to Tara about. Poor girl. She seemed so frightened of her own father. Willow knew what it was like to fear your parents, but the fear she had seen in Tara’s eyes was much worse then any fear Willow could have ever felt. And she had feared a lot.

Willow picked up the basket and turned around. Maybe Tara was back from the meeting with her father. Willow noticed how badly she wanted to see Tara. It was like she had not seen her best friend for years, and finally got to see her again. Only it hadn’t been years, more like an hour, and Tara wasn’t her best friend. Was she?

Willow’s mind was working overload and an aching pain started in her head. She shook her head and stopped in front of the large wooden door leading to Tara’s room. She raised her hand to knock, but when she heard Tara was crying, she slowly lowered it to the doorknob.

***

Tara lifted her head at the sound of the door. As she turned, she saw Willows red hair coming from the other side of the door. Quickly, her face appeared. As she saw Tara, Willow let the basket fall onto the floor and rushed over to the bed.

“Tara, are you ok? What happened?”

Willow stroke some hair out of Tara’s face and looked at her.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Tara shook her head. Willow placed her arm around Tara. Tara was shocked, but at the same time overjoyed that Willow did this, and placed her head on Willows lap.

***

Slowly, Willow opened her eyes. The sight of Tara’s bedroom shocked her. She really wasn’t supposed to be here. Willow looked next to her and saw Tara resting next to her. Willow smiled, and saw how Tara’s eyes opened.

As Tara saw Willow, she quickly sat up and looked around her.

“W-what...”

Willow placed her hand on Tara’s shoulder.

“You fell asleep. I found you in here yesterday, all upset. Remember?”

All the events of the day before came rushing back into Tara’s mind.

“R-right. I d-do remember now. But n-now you must leave. Before someone sees you.”

“They won’t see me. I’m your maid, remember? I can stay if you want.”

Tara shook her head. “You shouldn’t. You can’t. I-if they see us, we will be punished.”

Willow looked at Tara. “What do you mean? Nothing happened.”

Tara stood up and walked to the bathroom. “It i-is wrong. W-we can’t. I can’t.”

Confused, Willow stood up and followed Tara. “Tara.”

Tara turned around and looked straight into Willows eyes, and then quickly rested her gaze onto the floor.

“Is there something you aren’t telling me?”

Tara smiled nervously. “Your language c-confuses me. It is so odd.”

Willow softly grasped Tara’s hand and pulled her towards her.

“Tara, you can tell me anything. Please, is there anything I should know?”

Tara’s eyes shifted from the floor to Willows hand holding hers, then to Willows green eyes. Tears formed in her own eyes.

“I-I’m getting...m-married.”


To be continued...

Hope you like it so far, more to come soon

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Yes I like. Oh heck. I love it so far. You have sucked me into your time warp with willow.

Nice story.

I have to admit, if I were Willow I'd be freaking the hell out and trying to figure out what happened, not playing maid with the beautiful blonde. But that's just me. And obviously "Oz, her loved one" is completely forgotten at this point.

I'm very interested in where you're going take this. Will Willow take Tara back with her when she figures out how to get back? Or will she stay in the eighteeth century with Tara? The latter option seems unlikely but when it comes to love, you never know.

Well, I was going to say: "I can't help but wonder at Willow's reaction to Tara not being a witch, cuz that would put a damper on Willow getting back to her own time." But then I remembered they hadn't actually met and Willow got there on her own. So... nevermind.

Interesting story you've got here. Please keep on.

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The next chapter is coming up now, it's not as long as the ones before, but more updates will come this week

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[center]Chapter 4[/center]


Willow was just about quick enough to catch Tara, who was falling down on her knees. Willow caught her just before Tara reached the ground, and stretched her arms around the crying girl. Carefully, she placed her head on Tara’s, and closed her eyes.

***

Sunnydale...

All five left over scoobies were sitting in the Magic Box, all with their eyes firmly gazing at the books in front of them. Next to the round table filled with books, texts and ancient literature, was a huge pile of even more books.

”I give up.”, Anya said with a sigh. “It’s useless. We won’t find anything. And let’s face it, if we do find anything, only Willow would be strong enough to get herself back.”

”An, you know how we talked about people’s feelings? This is one of these moments you should probably talk a little less...”

“Harsh?” Oz couldn’t help but finish Xanders sentence. He wasn’t really one of those people who got annoyed very often, but when it came to Anya, it seemed he did have the abbillity to get annoyed.

“Well, I’m just telling the truth. Look at you. You’re all exhausted, and we all know we won’t find Willow. This is a waste of time.”, Anya sneered at the rest.

At the other end of the table, Buffy closed one of the books with a loud thump and looked at Anya. “Would you just cut it out? Willow is my best friend, and I’m not planning to give up on her. We have no idea where she is or what has happened to her. We need to get her back and that’s final.”

Giles looked up and took off his glasses. “Buffy’s right. She could be anywhere. We need to find her.”

“Well, I’m not gonna stick around to find out. I’m tired and hungry, and in much need of some good sex.”, Anya said as she stood up and grabbed her coat. At the door, she turned and looked at Xander. “Are you coming?”

Xander looked from Anya’s aggitated expression to Oz his tired and sad look.

“Sorry, An. They need me here.”

Annoyed, Anya threw the door shut behind her and walked away.

***

Willow softly pushed Tara away and brushed away the tears that were rolling down the blondes cheeks. A weak smile formed on Tara’s face. Willow smiled back and helped Tara get up.

“It is going to fine. Everything will work out. I promise.”, Willow said.

Fighting her longing to kiss the redhead, Tara stepped back. “Thank you.”

There was a knock on the door, and maid Marie walked into the room, holding a very beautiful, gold dress.

“Your dress for tonight, miss.”, Marie said as she carefully placed the dress on Tara’s bed.

“Thank you, Marie. W-when w-will the feast begin?” Tara couldn’t help but shiver at the thought that she would be meeting her husband in a few hours.

“Seven o’clock, miss. Is there anything else I can help with?”

Tara shook her head.

“Right then. Willow, would you please come with me for a moment?”

Willow looked at Tara with a longing look. She looked deep into the blonde’s eyes, thinking what it would be like kissing her. Willow quickly got rid of that thought and followed Marie into the hallway, closing the door behind her.

“Where were you last night?”, Marie asked. Willow almost forgot about that, she never thought she’d get in trouble for staying away. But then again, she never thought she’d end up living in the eightteenth century.

“I was with Lady Tara. She was upset, and she asked me to stay.” Willow knew there was no point in lying.

“I see. You know it is forbidden to get any sort of relationship with our masters. We have been so kind to let you stay here, giving you food and a bed to sleep in. If this will ever happen again, I will see to it that you will never work again.”

“Yes, miss.” Marie walked away, leaving Willow in the hallway. Marie had seemed so nice and caring. But by now, Willow knew people weren’t always how they seemed to be. She walked down the stairs to the large entrance hall, and went outside through one of the smaller side doors.

Willow stepped out into the cold afternoon and tightly wrapped her arms around her, blocking out the cold. She walked through the trees, past the flowers, listening to the singing birds and looking at the squirrels hopping by. She thought about life back in Sunnydale, and ways of how to get back. But the thing was, did she really want to go back? Her life here was so much peacefuller. No demons or vampires to worry about. Just her and Tara.

After a half hour walk, Willow arrived at a small lake. Wild flowers grew around it, and trees were swinging with the wind. She sat down against one of the larger trees next to the lake and watched out over the water.

***

“Giles! Look at this! I think I’ve found something!”, Xander yelled enthousiastically. All heads turned towards him as Giles read the text in front of him.

“I-I think you have, Xander. This... this is amazing. Good job, Xander.”, Giles stammered as he looked over the text for the third time. “I will get together the things at once. All we need to do is wait for the next full moon.”

“And when will that be?”, Buffy asked.

“In six days time. Let’s just hope it’s not too late.”, Giles answered back. He got up and copied all the ingredients needed for the spell.

In the corner, Oz picked up a bracelet from the floor. It was Willows. He closed his hand and looked up.

”Please, stay strong Willow. We’ll find you. Stay strong, wherever you are.”


To be continued...

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Again, hope you like it so far. Still keeping lots of secrets from you guys, but expect a lot of angst and tears in upcoming updates. Plus...some nicer things

this was short but it will have me looking for more.

Sorry I took so long, I was busy. Thanks for those reading, this is one of my first fanfics so I'm still learning.
Anyway, new update coming up!

Happy thanksgiving btw for those who celebrated

Check previous posts for Notes & stuff


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[center]Chapter 5[/center]


There was a noise. Something was near her. Willow sat up in her bed. It was Oz. He was standing in front of her bed. He looked dissapointed. He held out his hand, but Willow couldn’t move. He dissapeared. Willow tried to call him, but she couldn’t. Her voice was gone.
Tara appeared on the other side of the room. She walked away, keeping her eyes on Willow. Willow stood up and followed her. Tara started running, and turned a corner. Willow followed her around the corner. Gone. Willow looked around. Someone grabbed her hand. She looked next to her. It was Oz. Her other hand was lifted, she could feel a soft hand holding hers. On her other side was Tara. Willow looked from Tara to Oz and back again.

”Choose.”, Oz said.

“B-But I can’t.”

”Choose.”, Tara said firmly.

Willow looked at Tara. “I love you.”, Willow said.

”Choose.”, Oz said on the other side.

Willow turned to Oz. “I miss you.”

”That’s not enough.”, Oz said, and let go of her hand.

“Don’t go!”, Willow yelled as Oz turned. Moonlight shone through the window. Oz turned into the beast he once was.

“Now look what you did.” Buffy appeared from behind the door. “You can’t do anything right, can you?”

Still holding Willows hand, Tara pulled Willow towards her. “You hurt him. I can’t let you hurt me like you hurt him.” She let go of Willows hand.

“You see? Nobody loves you. You’ve screwed things up.”, Buffy said.

“I know! But I can make things right again!”, Willow yelled at Buffy. Buffy gazed back at Willow, and shook her head.

“You always say that. But this time, you can’t. Look at him.” Buffy gestured towards Oz. “You’re making a beast out of him. You don’t deserve to be loved.”

Tears streamed down Willows cheeks.

“I never ment to hurt anyone. This wasn’t how it was suppossed to be. I-I’m sorry.”, she said.

“Leave it.”, Buffy said. Willow ran towards her, but fell to the floor as Buffy’s body dissapeared. Tara dissapeared too, leaving Willow and Oz. Willow looked at her former boyfriend.

“I’m....so sorry.”, Willow said.

Oz growled at her and ran towards her, showing her his large white teeth.

***

Gasping for breath, Willow sat up in her bed. A few tears were falling down her cheeks.

It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. They still love me. Right? Oh Goddess, what if Oz knows? How will I tell him? And what about Tara? I love her. I don’t know how.
Willows breathing became uncontrolably quick and fear took over.

I need to go. I have to go. I can’t stay here. I’ll screw things up like I always do. I need to find a way home. I can’t hurt Tara like I hurt Oz. Goddess, please help me. What will I do?

Still hyperventilating, Willow stood up and undressed herself. She picked up her uniform and put it on. She knew she had to make some tough choices. She still didn’t know how to go back home, and did she really want to go home?

Silently Willow left the room and walked into the bathroom. She threw some cold water in her face and looked at herself in the small mirror.

After a few minutes, she got control back over her breathing, and her mind settled. She had come to the agreement that she’d stay here as long as needed, until she knew how to go back home. She would ignore her feelings for Tara, and go back home to Oz when she got the chance.

Quietly, Willow entered the bedroom. All of the maids were in bed, some snoring softly. Willow walked up to her bed and searched for her shoes. She swept her arm under the bed. Her clothes from the day she arrived appeared from under the bed. Willow picked up her red shirt. It was like the shirt carried memories of Oz, and life back in 2001. She placed the shirt next to her jeans and sneakers, and put on her new old shoes.

***

Sadly for Willow, it turned out she couldn’t just switch off her feelings for Tara. She had knocked on the door as soon as the sun rose, and woke Tara up. That she had stood there watching at Tara sleeping for over two minutes, she kept a secret.

Now she was helping Tara undress, while filling up the bathtub. Watching how the blonde slowly settled herself in the water was hard to look at. Willow kept getting that same tingly feeling everytime she saw her.

Willow turned around, convincing herself it was for the best.

“Y-you s-seem, d-different. Is everything a-allright?”, Tara asked as she got up out of the bath.

“No, I’ll be fine. Just a bit... sad, is all.”, Willow answered, feeling hopeless.

“C-can I help? If y-you want, you can tell me.”

Willow lifted her gaze and found Tara’s eyes. She drowned in the color and deepness of the eyes and for a moment, she felt she could maybe tell her.

“I...”, Willow started her sentence, certain her life would change forever if she’d finish it. But that moment became a memory of Willow’s thousand ‘What if’s’. The door flew open and a group of about six maids came in, carrying chests full of jewelery and combs. Willow got pushed aside as Tara was buried under the hands of the maids. Slowly Willow got pushed outside by all the maids that were now swarming around Tara.

Silently Willow closed the door behind her and walked down the hallway. She watched as her legs carried her down the stairs as if she was in a trance. Her legs carried her, not knowing where to go.

Willow’s thoughts were interrupted when she walked into someone. She looked at the hands on her shoulders and quickly looked up. A handsome, young man was standing in front of her. He looked at her with concern in his eyes. The same look Willow had seen many times in Oz his eyes.

“Are you allright, miss?”, he asked, still looking concerned.

“I’m...” What should she say? Fine? She wasn’t fine. She was the opposite of fine. She was about a thousand kilometres away from being fine. “...fine.”

“Sorry for being so cautionless, I do apologise.” Did he really think she was some sort of lady? Nobody here had ever been so nice to her.

”It’s... fine.”, Willow said as she walked past him.

“Excuse me. You don’t happen to know where lady Tara is to be found?”, the handsome man said as he turned to Willow. Willow stopped, but didn’t turn around.

“May I ask what business you have with lady Tara, for I am her maid and I have to see to it that lady Tara will only get the guests she wants to see.” Willow surprised herself with her words, feeling more eightteenth century by the minute.

“I’m sorry, I thought you knew. I am Lord Beckin, and lady Tara is my wife to be.”

Willows heart stopped. Her fiance. Willow shook her head. It was obvious that they were not ment to be.

“Lady Tara is in her chamber. May I say you are a very lucky man indeed. Good luck with the wedding.”, Willow said coldly.

“Are you not joining us at the ceremony?”, Lord Beckin asked.

“I’m afraid not. I’m going home soon.”, Willow said. With tears escaping, Willow walked away, leaving Lord Beckin in front of the staircase.


To Be Continued...

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Hope you still like it, more will come soon hopefully

hi there,

I'm loving this story! Its really nicely written. I can't believe that she has to get married! Hopefully some horrific(well bad enough) event will happen to the unsuspecting man to stop the wedding.

I hope you update soon
Hannah

Thanks for the reply & reading ofcourse. I am a bit quicker than usual (wich can only be a good thing, I hope) and the next chapter is also more than usual.

I hope you'll still enjoy it

Check previous posts for notes & the rest

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[center]Chapter 6[/center]


Willow looked out over the big dining room beneath her. She was standing on the balcony, which was directly above the room. Maids were running around, laying down plates, arranging the flowers and making sure the chairs weren’t too close or too far from the table.

The chaos that Willow saw was familiar, but it was different chaos then she was used to. She was used to demon fighting, vampire slaying, spell casting chaos, whilst this was chaos for something very different. It was the celebration of Tara’s marriage with Lord Beckin, the moment they would first meet. They would have dinner, dance and talk. Willow knew this had to be a sign that her and Tara weren’t ment to be, she had given up hope after her meeting with Lord Beckin. He was handsome, and would be able to make Tara very happy, something Willow had felt the urge to do herself.

Silence fell over the room as all the maids left, and the two doormen opened the big entrance doors. Hundreds of guests came into the room, filling up all the seats, leaving just three.

Willow quickly walked down the small stairs, as the maids came back into the room. She found a spot in a corner, making sure she could see the big stairs coming from the big balcony.

The doors above opened and all the guests stood up from their chairs. Lord Beckin came down the stairs, looking down on all the people. He noticed Willow in the corner and smiled at her. She actually liked him more then she’d think she would. Lord Beckin took his place next to one of the empty seats, looking up at the open doors.

Everybody held in their breath, keeping their eyes at doors. Nobody dared to blink, and Willow got caught up in the magnificent feeling of it all.

After a few seconds of silence, Lord Maclay appeared in the doorway, with Tara next to him. Everybody gasped as they watched the beautiful blonde slowly walk down the stairs, her gold dress shimering in the light of the big chandelier. Willow felt her heart beating out of her chest, the blood pumping through her vains. She would give so much for just a moment of happiness with that girl.

Tara was now at the table, opposite Lord Beckin. He kissed her hand, and Lord Maclay nodded. He sat down, as the rest of the guests followed his example.

Silence was broken as diner was served and guests started talking. Laughter and joy filled the room as Willow slowly made her way out of the diningroom. Just as she reached the door, she was pushed back by Elisabeth, one of the head maids.

“Where do you think you are going?”, she asked. She pushed Willow back into the diningroom and came to a stop at the door to the kitchen.

“I was just...”

“Don’t explain yourself, for I am not interested. You will stay here and serve the needs of the guests and Lady Tara. Do as I say or you will no longer be living here, we’ve had enough trouble with you already.”

Elisabeth walked away, leaving Willow behind. Waitresses and maids were running around the room with plates of food, bottles of wine and bread. Willow took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen, where a plate of bread was pushed into her hands.

“Great.”, Willow said silently. She turned around and slowly made her way to the large diningtable.

The night went by as people finished their meals, and started spreading out onto the dancefloor. Gracefully couples glided over the floor, their postures straight, with a smile on their faces. Willow and the rest of the maids cleaned up the table, making room for more dancing. Willow smiled as she watched the lords and ladys dance. It gave her faith, knowing everything would be allright. Some things just took time.

On the other side of the room, Tara fought her way through the crowd of people around her. Everybody wanted to congratulate her. What for? She wasn’t happy. This wasn’t what she wanted. After what felt like the thousandth time someone told her she was going to be very happy with Lord Beckin, Tara felt like she couldn’t breathe. She didn’t want to be happy with Lord Beckin, didn’t anyone understand that?

Pushing her way through the dancing people, Tara thought about Willow. What had she wanted to say to her? It sounded important. Tara stopped and looked around the room, searching for Willow. She needed to get out of there, and she knew just the person to cheer her up.

Through the dancing couples, Tara saw a flash of red coming by. She pushed her way through and followed Willow. Coming closer with every step, Tara grabbed Willow by her arm and pulled her to the door. This wasn’t what she’d normally do, but this seemed the only way to get out.

“What the hell...”, Willow stammered as she was pulled back with great force. “Excuse me-“

Tara pushed the door open and pulled Willow into the room.

“-Tara?”, Willow said with a hint of surprise in her voice.

“Get me out of here.”, Tara said as she closed the door behind her. “I can’t take it anymore.”

”What are you talking about?”, Willow asked, looking concerned.

“Let’s go. Take me anywhere. Just not here.”

“People will wonder...”

“I don’t care.”

Willow was lost for words. Never had she seen Tara this way. She was sad, Willow noticed. Her eyes were telling a story, a story Willow couldn’t quite understand yet. A story of grief and pain. And love.

“Come on. I know a great place.”, Willow said.

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Both girls ran outside, side-by-side, through the fields. They ran through the flowers, past the trees, as the castle dissapeared behind them.

Tara spread her arms to her sides, as her face lightened up with a bright smile. Willow noticed how happy Tara looked, and smiled and the look of her. Tara jumped up and started twirling around, making Willow to stop and look at her. For once, she was free, able to believe in her dreams and for this one time, being truly alive.

Tara stopped, with the world wobbling before her eyes. The slightly sick, but very light feeling made her giggle. As she got back her balance, she looked at Willow, who was grinning at her. Willow turned around and ran away, looking back at Tara. This made Tara more eager, and quickly followed the red head through the woods.

Surrounded by the large trees of the small forest, Willow slowed down into a walking pace. Tara caught up with her and ended up on Willow’s side.

Both girls were out of breath, and took a while getting it back. Silently they walked past the swinging trees, gazing at the path ahead.

Now and then, the swining of their arms made their hands tick against eachother. Everytime Willow felt the soft skin bouncing up against her hand, she got a tingling feeling in her body. It hit every molecule in her body, making her heart skip a beat and her blood rush through her vains.

At one point, Willow couldn’t stand the agony anymore. Softly, as Tara’s hand reached hers, she stretched out her fingers and held Tara’s hand in hers. At least now, her heart was skipping all beats and her blood was rushing fast all the time.

Tara was surprised when she felt Willow taking her hand in hers. It was a feeling she had never felt before, but she couldn’t say she didn’t like it. Tara sqeeuzed Willow’s hand, telling her it was fine.

***

“Oh, dear.”

“What? What is it, Giles?”, Buffy said as she jumped up from her chair, forcing it to fall over.

Giles took off his glasses and looked at Buffy. “I...I seem to have made a mistake.”

“What sort of mistake?”, Dawn said from the other side of the room. She wanted Willow back, and wasn’t hoping for any mistakes at this point.

“The calculation... Oh, dear.”

“Giles? Could you stop being so english and tell us what’s wrong?”, Buffy said irritated.

“The full moon. I-it seems...that it is tomorrow night.”, Giles noted. Buffy opened her mouth to say something, but the words didn’t come.

Xander looked at Buffy and decided to speak for her. “So, what? We’ve got to get together the things in a day instead of five?”

“Yes, that seems to be the problem.”

Buffy picked up her chair and put it back in place. “Let’s go then.”

***

“We’re here!”

Willow jumped at the sight of the lake in front of both girls. It was the same lake she had been to earlier that week, the place she felt safe. She wanted to show Tara the beauty of it’s surroundings.

“It’s magnificent.”, Tara said. The place took her breath away.

Willow pulled Tara forward to the lake. She picked a pinkish flower from the side and put it in Tara’s hair. Tara smiled as she felt Willows hand following the flow of her hair. Willow quickly let her hand fall down, trying not to scare Tara away.

Tara turned around and let herself fall onto the moist grass. Willow followed her example and ended up next to the blonde. They looked at the clear sky above them, smelling the grass and feeling the power of their love.

Willow moved her head a bit closer to Tara. She could hear Tara breathing, feel her warmth and smell her perfume. At that point, Willow told herself there wasn’t a better place to be than there, with Tara.

Minutes passed as both Willow and Tara thought about each other. Now and then, one of them looked at the other, and would quickly look back again.

Tara took a deep breath and sat up. Willow looked up at her and did the same. They were now both sitting in the grass, looking at each other. Tara was the first to break the silence.

“What is it?”, she asked the red head, wondering why she was looking at her so intensly.

Willow didn’t say a word, just moved closer to Tara. She could feel her breathing, the warm air coming up against her. Her heart beated out of her chest, telling her what to do. Without thinking of the concequinces, Willow moved even closer, almost touching Tara’s lips. Tara took a deep breath, never having been so close to anyone before. Her heart had moved to her throat, slowly moving up to her thoughts and actions. Tara took the last step, taking that small dive into love. She moved her head closer to Willow, making their lips touch softly. Willow closed her eyes, feeling the passion rise. Their kiss developed as their hands moved. Willow’s hand found Tara’s neck and Tara’s hand found Willow’s back.

Slowly, Willow moved away, keeping her eyes shut. When she thought she had backed away enough, she opened them, staring straight into Tara’s eyes, who told her the full story of who Tara really was.



To Be Continued...

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I don't normally sign in and leave feedback (I'm a Sneaky Kitten by profession), but I was moved to by the lack of feedback to your last update. (I was also surprised that no one had posted yet).

This is a great story - I was hooked from the beginning. Please do go on.

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I am very intrigued and would like to request more please!

i have to say, i like this very much. the last update was just so sweet -- and they finally kissed! aaaawwww!

i hope they don't take her back.....or if they do, i hope they take tara too. they can't be divided!

this story is great, i can't wait for an update!

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this story is truly beautiful...can't wait to read more!!!

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