Title: The Shadowy Bridge
Rating: Right now, PG. I've already promised smut to someone, so... I'll warn you when it gets there.
Summary: Set six years in the future. Our girls find their way back to each other...sort of. Kind of. Jessie, is that a good summary?
Thanks: This is my first Buffy fic. Probably my last, too. Who knows? Either way, thanks to my kick-ass beta reader Jessie...as well as all the other many many people who gave it a critical readthrough. The time and opinions were very much appreciated.
Notes: Feedback would be very welcome. I'd honestly like to know your opinions-- positive and/or negative. All thoughts are good.
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This is where this one is supposed to be. Again...feeling stupid.
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White lights decorated the exterior of the Summers' home. A small smile graced Willow's lips as she recalled many years of helping put up those many strings of tangled lights.
Tara smiled at Willow. "It'll be fine," she managed to say before stilling her own nerves with a deep cleansing breath and then opening the door.
The sound of one single voice wafted over the night air, reaching Willow and Tara's ears through the newly opened door. The voice was distinctly Dawn's.
"It's not the same, Buffy. Not without Tara."
"She'll be back in town soon. She called from Willow's last night."
"Excuse me .. did you say Willow? As in, "here, let me help you forget, Willow?" As in "hey, I'll just rip your heart out, Willow?" As in, "hey, you're heart is broken, let me stomp on it by leaving without a trace, Willow?"!! Is Tara some sort of masochist who can't live without Willow induced pain?"
Willow flinched and Tara stiffened at the words, neither moving from the open doorway.
"Calm yourself, nibblet," Spike shouted over Dawn's words, getting her attention. "Tara's a big girl. She bloody well knows what she's getting into."
"Yes, I do," Tara spoke, her voice carrying across the house and reaching the group in the living room. "I've gotten over it, Dawnie, and so should you."
"I'm the one who was here to pick up the pieces when she baled on you. Maybe I can't forgive as easily as you can," Dawn's eyes sparked in outrage as she glared at Willow. She put down her glass of eggnog grabbed her sweater off the knewl post of the steps. She managed a bitter "Excuse me" as she squeezed by the two women and stormed out the door.
Buffy sighed and moved to follow Dawn out the door. "Dawn!" A strong hand rested on her shoulder suddenly.
"I'll go," Spike said, taking his duster off the coat rack and slipping out the door. "Way to clear a room, Red."
Tara sighed, rubbing her face with her free hand, the other firmly tucked inside Willow's trembling grasp.
"Ok. Ready for the slayer butt kicking and general session of rejection," Willow muttered to herself, seeing Xander and Anya bickering quietly under the mistletoe. Each kept casting furtive glances at Willow and pointing, the only audible words being 'tell them' and 'later'.
Buffy stood there, her face unreadable.
Xander frowned, turning towards the two women. He sighed and cast a look back at Anya of pleading, her only response a furious shake of her head. When he directed his attention again to Willow and Tara, he smirked and rolled his eyes. "I shouldn't have to give you the same lecture I gave Oz when he went AWOL on us," he managed to chuckle before reaching his arms around Willow and squeezing her gently but firmly. When they parted he gave her a solid smile before holding his hand out in Tara's direction. "Keys, please, madam. I'll bring up the bags," he drawled in his best British butler impression.
Tara smirked and pulled the keys out of her pocket and handing them to him. "Thanks," she managed to mutter.
He curled his first over the keys and then leaned down slightly, planting a brotherly kiss on Tara's cheek. While his face was still in the vicinity of her ear, he whispered: "You ok?"
The only reply he received was a subtle nod and a smile that was clear when he pulled away. Xander nodded discretely in return before quietly heading out the door.
As Xander slipped out the door, Anya's voice caught their ear.
"Why are you back?" Anya asked Willow before turning to Buffy. "You said you didn't tell Tara. It was a surprise. My surprise. I am supposed to tell her!" her attention suddenly snapped back to Tara and Willow. "Is that why you're here? One big happy, dysfunctional family together again?"
Tara turned to Buffy. "Are we supposed to know what she's talking about?" she asked, frowning.
Buffy smirked, setting down the glass she had been fiddling with for the past few minutes. She crossed the room silently in a few strides before flinging herself at Willow in a tight hug.
Willow released Tara's hand to return Buffy's hug. "Missed ya, Wills," Buffy muttered, her face buried securely in Willow's shoulder as the two clung to each other desperately.
"Missed you, too," Willow replied, sniffling.
They relaxed their hold only enough so they could pull back and look each other in the eye. "Of course you know there will be definite scolding and general punishment for all this abandoning stuff you did," Buffy said, her eyes wet with unshed tears.
Willow nodded and sniffled. "Of course."
Buffy smiled and released a small chuckle before hugging Willow once more quickly. She released her and then grabbed Tara firmly in a strong not-quite-slayer-strength hug. "I know love makes you do the wacky, but this is ridiculous. Loosing both of you to that stupid town Willow lives in. Willowville or whatever it is," she said, hugging Tara lovingly.
"We came back, though," Tara said, returning the hug.
They separated and Buffy smirked at the two of them. "Yeah. Both my girls are back. A very Buffy Christmas! Except with Solstice and Hanukkah."
"Wasn't that the Brady special where Marsha had a special secret that no one was supposed to tell but someone did?" Anya spat, her tone accusatory.
Will shrugged and frowned at Anya. "I still have no idea what you're talking about."
"You don't?" Anya asked, standing and looking closely between Tara and Willow who both shook their heads. She turned to Buffy. "They don't?"
"They don't," Buffy said. "It's your special secret, Marsha," she mocked.
"Are the Brady Bunch references scaring anyone else?" Willow asked, stepping aside as Xander shuffled through the door, arms laden with bags.
"I get to keep my secret!" Anya cheered, pumping her fist in the air once before dancing happily and almost colliding into Xander as he started up the steps.
Tara smirked, stepping closer to Willow, out of the way of Xander. Her hand accidentally brushed Willow's, but before she could move, her fingers were intertwined with Willow's in a gentle grasp.
"So. How's some eggnog sound?" Buffy asked, rubbing her hands together.
"Nonalcoholic," Anya piped in. "Everything is non alcoholic this year. Even the rum cake, though I still say it shouldn't be called rum cake if it doesn't have real rum in it."
Tara quirked an eyebrow at Buffy who only shrugged in reply.
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