Hi I have been lurking for years and finally decide to be brave and try and write my own fiction and would appreciate frank comments
B uffy was bored. Now that there was more than one slayer she had so much time on her hands. Dawn was at University in New York and loving every minute of it and acting as ‘Watcher for the ‘East Coast’. Xander was busy with projects dating and being Watcher for the West Coast. Dear Willow was busy doing her PhD learning to enjoy life again, go through girls at the rate of knots, JFK was the first of many fun light hearted no strings relationships. Which Buffy thought to begin with was fine but Willow was the type of person who deep down needed a committed relationship, she needed to feel needed, not that Buffy thought riley or she mused Riley she had many serious relationships, but she had realised it was not in her nature. Heck even Faith was busy looking after the south and running the Slayer training centre – she had matured in to a mature statesman, and in a committed relationship.
Buffy realised who she need direction from. Giles, but he was based in the Bath, UK running the new look watchers council and doing it well and thus incredibly busy
So no joy there mussed Buffy, it was never any good over the phone. Then she stopped herself. Why couldn’t she go to see him? She would not be missed in her role of trouble-shooter. She had never been to Europe let alone England. Heck she had never been out of the States. In fact the more she thought of it she thought it would be a nice holiday and it would be fun to surprise Giles. Yes she would go.
As Buffy was getting out of the cab at Paddington, she scanned the station looking for the direction she was going and then froze in shock, it couldn't be! She was dead she had been dead for over two years. She had seen her dead body. It could not be Tara it was an impossibility. She was obviously over tired and suffering from jet lag.
Though Buffy had dismissed the possibility, it still shook her. She had in the last year of Tara’s life become close to her and loved her for herself not just because she was Willow’s girlfriend. She missed her calm, stoical, sensible presence in execrably.
For the entire journey to Bath, Buffy looked out on to the lush English countryside with unseeing eyes, wrapped in memories of the past and lost loved ones.
She was so immersed in them that as she got off the train in Bath that Buffy thought she saw her again but just from behind. Buffy this time was better able to deal with the sight known that her musings would have overlaid Tara’s image onto anyone who had a similar physical presence. She also discounted the possibility that the First had some how escaped its prison and was up to its old tricks. Even if it had escaped which so incredibly unlikely, the distance sightings were way to subtle for the First – it went for in your face type of stuff. Though it did make mistakes, it hadn’t used a simulacrum of Tara that time it was trying to entice Willow to commit suicide; it possibly would have succeeded if it had done so. Buffy still could not figure out why it had done so. Then Buffy froze. ‘Hang on!’ she thought the First at that point was still calling all the shots, it was not until later it started to make mistakes. So why did it not use Tara’s image to push her over the edge. It had the power to use any one Dead or had been dead, heck it was able to use her image as she had died twice. So why use a proxy, why not Tara – unless...No! thought Buffy that would be impossible, the only reason that the First had not used Tara was the fact that she was not Dead. Buffy reeled from the shock or where thoughts had concluded.
Buffy was so glad she was going to Giles, why hadn’t he thought of that – she so needed him to get his research mojo on to find out why. This was huge.
The new council headquarters were fronted by a shop selling Organic produce and the like. Buffy was discreetly shown through to the secret area after uttering the password. Most of the complex was underground in what looked like Roman structure. Giles office was on street level but some distance from the shop – It was designed to confuse. If Buffy had not had her slayer senses she would have been confused as to the layout of the complex.
Giles’s PA, Lindsay McPherson, had not met Buffy in the flesh so to speak, but they knew each other very well from the myriad of telephone conversations they had had. Buffy liked her a lot and thought she could tell from those said conversations as to how Lindsay would be in person, so she was surprised to see quite flustered when Buffy introduced herself and kept looking anxiously towards Giles’s door
‘How lovely to finally meet you Buffy’ said an anxious sounding Lindsay McPherson ‘I am sorry, but I am afraid Mr Giles is with someone at the moment’
Buffy flashed her trademark smile and continued to the Giles’s door, ‘Don’t worry ‘she said breezily ‘He will be happy to be interrupted by me plus I have some important I have just discovered and need his input.’
By the time Lindsay realised that Buffy was not complying with the request to wait, it was too late! Buffy had rapped smartly on Giles’s door and was in his room.
‘Hi Giles, surprise! ‘
The two occupants in the room had been cosily drinking tea. They both turned to face the newcomer. Giles looked stunned and then anxious in quick succession, whipping his glasses from his face to clean them. Buffy did not notice any of this as she stared transfixed and open mouthed at Giles’s visitor.
‘Hello Buffy’ said Tara.
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‘But how…What…Why…How?’ stuttered and stumbled Buffy
‘Come and sit down sweetie’ said a very much alive Tara ‘I am sure I am quite a shock’
Buffy complied as Giles handed her a cup of tea. Buffy narrowed her eyes at Giles. He seemed very comfortable with Tara being here, his flustered ness was obviously due to her, which must mean he had known Tara was alive before her visit, but the question was how long had he known. The biggest question was how Tara was alive, the last time Buffy had seen her she was been taken away by the coroner in a body bag.
After she regained her wits Buffy gave the pair her stern Slayer glare.
‘Okay spill!’ she said simply
Tara looked at Giles in a very Tara way, cleared her throat and said maybe I should start from the beginning or from your point of view the end.
It was really weird and a bit fragmentary because everything happened so quickly yet so slowly. One minute I was saying to Willow ‘your shirt’. The next thing was I was waking up on a very cold table in the morgue with just a sheet over me completely bewildered and frightened, though not as frightened as the morgue attendant who poor dear fainted dead away.
My first thought was that I must be a Vampire, even though I could not being bitten but just thought in my distressed state, that I had probably lost some of my memory as I had not realised I had been shot and only discovered that a bit later as there was no marks on me what so ever – which I could easily tell in my undressed state. When my panic died down, I realised I had no desire what so ever to feed on the prone attendant, that fact that I was concerned about him, I could feel the cold and actually hear my heart thudding loudly I was very much alive but didn’t explain what I was doing there. I shuddered at the thought of waking up in a middle of an autopsy being performed on me, which was clearly slatted to be performed.
I then panicked big time and ran and ran in nothing but that sheet. Eventually the running calmed me down. I decided to go to my dorm room to get some clothes before coming to see you guys and especially Willow.
When I got there it was clear that Willow had been there before me and had been practising some pretty fearsome magic. That saddened me that she had come off the magic wagon. It also worried me, was it because of Willow I was in the morgue, I couldn’t believe that, the last memories I had before waking up were so, so happy then I paused the very last memories was suddenly after having Willow snuggles was hearing a crack of glass, seeing blood on Willows shirt, sudden pain and then darkness. I must have been shot but there was no wound on me nothing. I knew I had to get to guys to find out what was happening and more importantly put Willow’s grief to an end.