Tara turned off the radio and returned to tapping the steering wheel. Eventually, she gave in to whining.
“M-o-o-o-o-o-m? Are we there yet?!”
anything to do with why they fought?



..... they are under a tree....
I loved this part...especially the end...that was....well it like you were actually there, with them. Can't wait to see what was the arguemnt...how/why Willow ignored Tara....

Ok, this has been growing on my peeve list and you’re apparently going to be the first recipient of my snarking. How does one nod subconsciously but satisfied? More frequently I see people subconsciously licking their lips or ducking their head but could someone really do that subconsciously?Willow carefully examined the area and subconsciously gave a satisfied nod.
Yay for your awesome and smooth transition. I like this a lot.The momentum of the swing caused her to sway in slow, lazy circles. Wow. That was almost 10 years ago.
Here’s some possible insight into the fight. Willow thinks of it as being on a self-pity spree and that she ignored Tara’s feelings. Now of course, I’m working only on speculation but it while I can see that Willow may feel she ignored Tara’s feelings, I can’t see that she ignored her. I mean Willow was the one sending letters and e-mails and Tara didn’t return any of them so Willow’s self-abuse may be in line but it doesn’t seem that that particular thought is quite in line. Interesting also that she still wonders Tara hates her and if Tara will be coming after the postcard.That’s just what I did, isn’t it? I ignored her, ignored her feelings. I didn’t stop to think, I just went on a self-pity spree. It was all about me. I didn’t even consider how Tara felt. I don’t blame her for not talking to me anymore. I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t show up today. Hell, I wouldn’t blame her if she hated me.
Ok! Finally a little angst and guilt from Tara!Face it, Maclay. You’re stalling. You don’t know if she’s gonna even be there and you’re scared to death that she won’t be….
Damn! Why do I do this to myself?! If she isn’t there, then she isn’t there. I’ll just have to live with that. After all, I brought it on myself. If she is there, she may decide she doesn’t want to be in my life anymore, and I’ll have to live with that too. At least I’ll have the chance to apologize before heading back to L.A.
Yay for more angst and guilt! I’m glad to hear that Tara feels she is to blame for the falling out too. She was as much to blame? Really? How so? Make it even more intriguing to find out what the fight was about.We both said things we didn’t mean. I was as much to blame. But I turned my back on her. She tried to apologize. She tried to bridge the gap and make things right. But I ignored her. I just ignored her. And when I realized what I had done, that I was just as much to blame, what did I do? Did I write to her? Did I call her? Did I apologize? No. I kept my silence. I hurt her more than she could ever hurt me.
Awww.“Hi.”
“Hi.”

And don't worry, with this fabulous update there will be no cell phone throwing!!

Oh and why didn't the swing seat say G.N. and H.W. instead?

Right now, here, for the first time in 8 years, they just need to simply, be.
Second DIBS! I'll have to come back on Saturday to do a full review...but let me just say now...NO....you can't leave it there. *Sigh* I cant believe they are finally at the tree...I was sure you was going to drag that meeting out for all of eternity! grin
Okay I'll be back this weekend.

It did surprise me that the swing was still there in the public park after 8 years. Must have been a proper build swing.

I never doubted they would meet at the arranged place and date. It's more a matter of what type of meeting it will be. If they don't want to speak to each other anymore, they can just have quick talk and be on their way. Something has to happen/give to prevent that.... we'll have to see how their initial talk goes. (assuming they talk and not go all silenty)
You consistently take us between the two times and use the swing as an allegory for the space between them. The swing is still there--but it's changed, at least insofar as context is concerned. It's no longer a solitary, quiet place where only the two of them go. It's now crowded with other people. Their lives are crowded with other people and other realities. But the swing remains, and it will always be theirs.
the tree; the rope of the swing; the metal affixed beneath it. For some reason, the all spoke of things that hold over time: organic, and enduring.

I also love that you make Tara human....your Tara was hard and unforgiving.
I'm wondering if either of them ever kissed anyone else, or fantasized about anyone else. How have they come to know their own bodies, their own sexualities?
If I ask really nicely, will you write more?
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Thanks again for your kind words.[/blockquote]I felt myself reading the last half really slowly, wanting to take in every word, I wanted to feel what they were feeling.
That was one hell of a reunion scene you put together.
Your words are very kind, M. I appreciate them.[/blockquote]probably safer not to be reading fan fiction while driving.
Still v. interested in what the disagreement was about and how they will resolve it. I hope that they do resolve it, but of course not without some serious working-out of the issue. Anything that was serious enough to make Tara not talk to Willow for an entire year, even if she later thinks that she was too severe, needs some serious addressing. And apologies. And smooches. Smooches later, of course, after Willow forgives Tara.
Fear not...there will be much talk and working-out of the issues. It may not all happen at once. It may not happen when you might expect. It may not happen the way you expect. But it will happen. Smooches? Smooches you say? Hmmm...I'll have to think about that. 
I guess that I want them both to forgive each other, but not blindly. With understanding and acceptance first.
Have I told you how much I love this story?

Well first off let me tell everyone that Car beat me at a game of Pearl Hunter. That’s right, she won legitimately. I mean, it doesn’t really matter that we played with 100 octopi and she won 1 to 0. Still she won.

Apparently she didn't connect through Seattle or she'd be in real trouble.
No no...she connected through Charlotte, NC (of all places)More frequently I see people subconsciously licking their lips or ducking their head but could someone really do that subconsciously?

Yay for your awesome and smooth transition. I like this a lot.
Now of course, I’m working only on speculation but it while I can see that Willow may feel she ignored Tara’s feelings, I can’t see that she ignored her. I mean Willow was the one sending letters and e-mails and Tara didn’t return any of them so Willow’s self-abuse may be in line but it doesn’t seem that that particular thought is quite in line. Interesting also that she still wonders Tara hates her and if Tara will be coming after the postcard.
Yay for more angst and guilt! I’m glad to hear that Tara feels she is to blame for the falling out too. She was as much to blame? Really? How so? Make it even more intriguing to find out what the fight was about.
Lovely image about Tara painting Willow many times (or at least her hair which would be pretty weird).
Yeah, that would be pretty weird. The "mixing of the paint to match the color" will come into play in future chapters. I promise.Ok, you said you were going to slow down your updates (or something to that effect). It seems to me like the next update should be pretty easy to write: two women alternately hugging each other and crying and touching each other’s faces saying “you’re really here?” and collapsing into tears again. Repeat.
Okay, so I'll tell you this much. That isn't going to happen in the next update. Or the one after that.
There will be some "pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming" moments (minds out of the gutter!), but nothing quite so dramatic. Though it's a good idea! Perhaps something for a future challenge?Sure you can subconsciously nod satisfied...ly... my atrocious conjugation aside, that is. It's where you don't realise you're in a satisfied-nod kind of mood, but are, subconsciously. Willow doesn't actually give a satisfied nod, nor does she consciously think satisfied-nod thoughts, but without realising it her brain is stealthily being filled with satisfied-nodness.
Thanks for having my back on that one, Chris. I actually understood that! Be careful...watty might get jealous if she thinks we're sharing brain cells!Carleen: you teasy person of tease, you....you still managed to hold off on the explanations until next chapter.

I loved the 'in the meantime', though - especially the relationship between Willow and Donnie. Especially especially the nickname 'Pixie', it's so right for li'l Willow. So much so that I can really picture her in one of those costumes, with the little pixie cap and curly-toed boots, and the very short green skirt... that's probably not what you were thinking, exactly. I like how Donnie and Willow reached an understanding, both of them at the same time childlike and mature.
I felt I needed to have some sort of bond between Willow and Donnie...much like Tara and Buffy have a bond. Our girls need another friendly person in their corners. 
Without knowing what happened, I still have to conclude that she was very upset by whatever it was, for her sensible side to overrule her forgiving side, and keep her from resuming contact with Willow before she felt she could do so comfortably.
The poem was a great way to start. I love that the simple "Hi." "Hi." was there, because to me that simple greeting is what's needed, but I also love that it wasn't the first thing they said to each other - it would have been too obvious. With the poem it's like Tara reminded Willow (and herself) that they have a bond that can't be broken, no matter how much it can be tested.
So does Tara have kids, or a kid? because at the beginning of the update with the whole "moooooom are we there yet?" thing kinda threw me, cuz she got out of the car alone when she went to meet willow. i'm confused and well.
silly silly me putting Trojan like viruses on the computer
I'm so very glad that you enjoyed this chapter. I hope the following chapters hold your interest....and maintain the need to NOT throw anything at me.
GayNow wrote:Here are some replies, Kittens. I want to make sure I’m keeping up with them. I’m working on edits to chapters 9 and 10…and I’ve begun writing chapter 11. So, hopefully I will be able to post an update fairly soonish.
Thank you so much for reading my little story and for leaving such wonderful feedback. You all sure know how to treat a girl.
Naeryn wrote:Hold on just one little minute there, buddy.
You're a GIRL?!
GayNow wrote:Naeryn wrote:Hold on just one little minute there, buddy.
You're a GIRL?!
*looks down shirt*
Breasts....check
*looks down pants*
No penis....check
Well, Megan...I did the research. I've considered the variants. I've even divided by pi. Everything checks out.
Yes, I'm a GIRL!!!!
the full of excuses Emmy wrote:I want my dibs title back
I have a plethora of excuses
was really busy with this one writing project that I really needed to get done, I think you know the one
I had to go shopping...TWICE! And then, there was the large pile of laundry that was my responsibility
I think you should reinstate my ''dibs' title
I'm not very bright......
So then I drove the 45 minutes back home, and here I am...
all ready to leave valuable feedback
but first....
well, my dear Emmy, strictly speaking the dibs title is mine, but since Car rightly pointed out that I knew the exact second she hit submit and already had my initial fb written up, I have to concede that title.
*sigh* how romantic. What a perfect way for Tara to reintroduce herself into Willow's life. And then...sniff sniff, you end it there with two spoken "hi"s.
Not that I’m complaining or anything, just a simple observation.
“M-o-o-o-o-o-m? Are we there yet?!”
"sod off, you bloody git"
that truely tickled me. I don't think it's just Americans who 'bastardise' the English language. The English do a pretty good job of that too.
Nice meeting, with Willow savouring the moment after so long you would expect her to go running straight into Tara's arms, but it's been so long that the time is worth remembering, not rushing through.
Auburn wrote:With the poem and the sweetness and... did I read somebody shout 'mo-o-o-o-m' in the back of Tara's car?... wait... I need to go read that again.
Naeryn wrote:Now I'm freaking out and I can't figure out if it was Tara being weird and yelling 'mooom' herself like I originally thought, or if suddenly Tara's got a kid.
GayNow wrote:Naeryn wrote:Now I'm freaking out and I can't figure out if it was Tara being weird and yelling 'mooom' herself like I originally thought, or if suddenly Tara's got a kid.
Okay okay...let me just take care of this now.....
Tara does not have a child.
Tara was whining to herself and the empty car using the age-old whine of children who are too impatient for long car rides ("Mom/Dad, are we there yet?").
There are NO plans for children in this story. Perhaps I will write another story sometime with children in it....but not this one.
During the entire car ride, Tara was talking aloud to herself and an empty car!
Okay....everyone okay with that?
GayNow wrote:Okay okay...let me just take care of this now.....
Tara does not have a child.
During the entire car ride, Tara was talking aloud to herself and an empty car!
Okay....everyone okay with that?

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