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 Post subject: Re: Once More, With Fruitcake: A Very Kitten Holiday Series
PostPosted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 9:23 am 
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Cyd, let me first start with a hearty and longly-guffawed "LOL!!!!!!!!"

Second, best line EVER:

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…if this is Good Vibrations confirming an order – press 3…


What a wacky and wild uber-verse you've created with the SpecialFriends and the Wonder Lesbians. I love it that the monster seems to target holiday atrocities - it almost makes me wonder why the SpecialFriends wanted to destroy it! As far as I'm concerned, the world and Snowydale wouldn't be all that bad off if we didn't have Hickory Farms gift sets and year-round circular kiosks that sell Christmas goods. No offense to anyone who works at Hickory Farms, of course!

Anyway, Cyd, thank you so much for this holiday chuckle. Never again will I try to cavalierly use genetic manipulation to effect change.

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My internet crashed yesterday, so I couldn't get here to read Candle. :smash On the upside, I now have two fics to leave feedback for! :-D

Candle: This was beautifully written, and absolutely heart-wrenching. :cry I got tingles reading the tree/candle metaphor, that was just beautiful, and very deep :happycry , and, for me anyway, an unusual and unexpected metaphor. And of course, a (more or less) happy ending, which is always needed and very much appreciated! :x

SpecialFriends: 'Funny' doesn't do this fic justice. This was side-splittingly hilarious! :lmao I laughed my socks off! (Have you ever wondered where that expression comes from? How could laughing affect your socks, exactly? :hmm )

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“I need two turtle doves, pronto.”

The owner misunderstood his request, handing him a brass cage with one box turtle and one snow white dove instead. Andrew didn’t ask any questions.

After all, he didn’t know what a turtle dove was anyway.

This was possibly my favourite part. :lmao I love Andrew, I love all the nerds actually, except Warren, who is, as you said, and asshat.

One small nitpick... turtles are... well, they're turtles. They live in water. They have flippers not feet. Ergo, they can't stomp. That would be tortoises. (Or is a 'box turtle' a tortoise? I don't speak 'american' very well, being very british myself. :p ) However, as the song doesn't say 'two tortoise doves', I think we can agree that a turtle with feet is fair enough. :p

In short, I loved both of these, can't wait for tomorrow! :bounce


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Sally: What a great story - for me, that was more Willow/Tara-affirming than any amount of blissful love-and/or-smut. You made them entirely real people, with real failings, and real problems as a consequence... and, realistically, even up against such odds, they managed to get themselves back on track. That's what it's all about - not remaining free of problems, even big ones, but managing to overcome them. Willow throwing herself into her work is a natural problem, but few stories seem to take the time to analyse Tara, and see what can go wrong inside her, that she can sit and stew in her problems at times, rather than sort them out. She internalises, and turns the hurt she feels inwards, rather than expressing it, and sometimes that can just make it worse. Willow, as I say, it's easy to imagine her like that - faced with the pressure of work, and worry over whether she can fix her life with Tara, I can easily see her being daunted by the difficult, emotional problem, and seeking refuge in her work, which demanding as it is, is something she knows how to achieve results in.

The moment when Tara's question to herself hit her with tremendous force was a great one - it's so easy to imaging how she might have thought 'are we going to make it?' to herself over and over, without really considering what it meant, to the point where it became habit. But that moment when she felt to the bottom of her soul what it would mean for them to not make it - no Willow - that was powerful. That really did it for me. No matter how bad things get, that moment said that, sooner or later, there will be a voice inside them that'll make itself heard.

Their conversation about the pine tree was so touching - after all the bitterness and internalised anger brimming over, to have Willow and Tara managing to connect again was just so lovely. Ultimatly, it took both of them, and they both knew it would on some level. The way the fun and innocence, and passion in them just sort of blossomed once they'd managed to find each other again was so touching. Bravo.

Cyd: Have I mentioned how deeply in love with you I am? Because Wonder Lesbians, the Legion of Impractical Malice, Botzilla with breast cannons, those spandex outfits, the theme song, the denizens of the Hall of Rampant Homosexuality, giant mutant turtle doves (yeah, what is a turtledove, anyway?)... all that, and so much more, was just damned perfect. I really don't have the words to express how hilarious it was - not just in a constant-funnies way, but also as a deeply affectionate mockery of the often-flat-out-ridiculous Superfriends, which I adore. Plus the Godzilla/Power Rangers riff, the goings-on in the Cave of Non-Stop Sapphic Monkey Love (including the Rainbow Phone of Integrity)... I mean... everything = AWESOME!!! And I rarely use multiple exclamation marks, so I mean it. This is officially what there'll be on the TV on Saturday mornings in heaven.

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 12:18 pm 
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I had to read Candle at Through the Lookig Glass cos I couldn't get onto the Kitten Board last night.

Hi Sally - loved your story. It's not often that you get one where Willow and Tara fall out. The way Tara feels was so real. I'm married to an ex- soldier so I know what it's like to be moved from your home and have to start all over again. You got this spot on.

I'm sure we've all done the same as Willow - made a decision that has caused problems and been uncertain how to correct them. At least Willow realised this and was willing to work through their troubles.

Hi cyd - I've just read your tale and laughed my ass off all the way through it. Our girls were awesome. I loved this bit
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“It seems to target holiday atrocities,” Tara deduced, being the animal behaviorist of the two. She was now wearing her white lab coat and glasses…mostly because Willow had thrown them on her so she could get some work done with less distraction. Willow had also put her own lab coat and glasses on for good measure. Tara sighed, still feeling horny from their interrupted vacation. Science geek Willow was just as hot as the superhero edition.

Willow really has no willpower when it comes to Tara - does she?

Really loved both of these tales.

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Yay--I'm back in!

Oh God, Cyd, yer killin' me. If I picked out every single element that I loved I'd be here all night. The Super Friends'...idiosyncrasies were just fantabulous. I loved the exchange b/w Overt Sexuality Girl and Princess Repression, the latter moving forward unconsciously into the touch she decried. And you know how I feel about rear entry...Um, I mean, the joke you made from Nancy Gym Bunny. That rear entry. The names were just delicious, too: Captain Tea Cozy? Shooting those streams of tepid tea...I'm crackin' up as I type...Loved the little jokes worked into the very sentence structure, too: "which would be less of a shout and more of a whisper'; "which was alright in a conference room but could have caused a nasty fender-bender on the highway."

I couldn't begin to pick a favorite moment, but this one comes close:

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“A fifty foot monster is overrunning the city, destroying stands of overpriced Hickory Farms box sets and year round Christmas boutiques.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have guessed that one,” Tara mused.


Thanks so much for this, Cyd!
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What a great idea!

Sally, that was a wonderful start to this Christmas story conglomerate! And what a way to begin. There haven't been many W/T stories that have touched on anything close to these subjects but you have done so brilliantly!

And Cyd... well, when I saw the title, I wasn't sure what to think. But after reading the intro... *LOL* Let's just say I love your idea of W and T as the Wonder Twins! Great story! It had me laughing all morning.

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Yahoo! The board is back in business. :applause

Cyd, thanks to you and the SpecialFriends, I've had the Spider-Man theme song in my head all day.

Thanks for the holiday giggle-fest. Your story was a nice counterpart to Sally's rather heart-wrenching "Candle"

Can't wait to see what Day 3 brings!

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Oh Sally, that just hurt and hurt and hurt some more. Geez, louise, my heart is hurting, my stomach is aching. Can't say I loved what the story was about, but I can say that I love the way you evoked all these emotions in me, even though it hurt. Your writing was ON Ms McFine.

It's such a sad place to be when you've grown apart from your lover, you've hit the nail on the head with the actions and reactions. Ouch, I've got to go cry myself to sleep. Or maybe I'll read Special Friends to cheer me up.

Btw, 10 Kudos for great emotional sex!

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Title: Friendly Friends

Author: – JustSkipIt

Rating: - G. No seriously. It might be PG but I don’t think so. I think it’s G which would probably be the first time I’ve ever posted anything with that rating. And you’re saying to yourself, “why? What’s happened?” Well, you know that Santa sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re…Oh wait. Wrong song.

Disclaimer: - Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own Willow and Tara and the Buffyverse.

Summary: – The story is under 5000 words. Why do you need a summary?

Author's notes: - Thanks to the other Rogue writers. It’s a thrill and an honor to get to collaborate on these projects.

Author's notes(2): – Thanks to Chris for the great graphic.

Author’s notes(3): – As always, for Rachel.

Required Elements: - religious attendance, hangovers, Three French Hens



“Can you see them?”

Faith nodded as she continued scanning the crowd, whispering back. “Yeah, Red. Don’t worry about it Sheila and Ira are front row center.”

“W-w-what about mine?” Tara asked.

Faith frowned. “I don’t see her. Sorry, Tara. Why don’t you look in a minute?”

“Can you see my mommy?” A small girl dressed as a turtledove asked, pulling on Faith’s leotard.

Faith bent down and picked up the little girl. “Let’s look together, Em. But we should be really quiet.” The little girl nodded and looked out through the parted curtains into the restless audience.

“Wouldn’t you know it? You losers are taking up the entire side of the stage. How are we supposed to see our parents?” Cordelia, Harmony, and their entourage swept-- in what they seemed to think was a majestic manner--toward Faith, Willow, Tara, and a few small kids at stage-left.

“You can just wait, Cordy,” Willow told the maid-not-milking.

“I don’t see why you’re looking so hard. Her parents don’t come to anything.” Cordy motioned toward Tara who blushed and looked down at her clawed feet. “Oh, and Faith? I saw your mom. Maybe you should try looking near the door for someone drinking from a silver flask and looking like she’d rather be anywhere than here.”

“There’s Mommy!” Em started clapping and waving, unaware that her mommy wouldn’t be able to see her.

“Alright,” Faith said to cheer on the little girl before setting her back down. “Go find your teacher again, sweetie.” As soon as the little girl ran away, Faith turned back to Cordelia. She looked at Tara who was still blushing and then back at the satisfied smirk on the brunette’s face before stepping closer and closer. When she stood claw to foot with the girl she spoke very quietly. “Thanks for finding my mom for me, Cordy. Your folks look good tonight. I bet your dad had a hell of a time deciding whether to bring your mom or his girlfriend.”

Willow’s eyes bugged out at Faith’s statement but before she could speak, Faith grabbed Willow and Tara’s hands and tugged them away from the Max Factor entourage, as they liked to call the other girls.

Once they reached the chairs at the other side of the stage, Faith winked at Willow before addressing Tara. “I don’t know why we let you talk us in to this, Blondie.” She motioned at their matching costumes. “We’re eighth graders. We rule the school and here we are, dressed as French hens on a hot Saturday night in December.”

“She only talked me into it,” Willow disagreed. “Snyder ordered you to participate.”

Tara decided to join in the teasing. “Yeah. He told you that your detentions, volleyball, track, basketball, soccer, and softball didn’t seem to be e-enough to tame your… how did he put it?”

“Delinquent tendencies.” Willow offered.

“Right, delinquent tendencies.”

Faith laughed at the teasing. “How would you and I have met otherwise?”

[blockquote]Tara walked carefully down the right side of the hallway, trying to avoid the mass of bodies seeming to walk and run in all directions. She wondered if she could ever get used to a school with so many students. It looked like there were more kids in this one hallway than in her entire home town. At least being a seventh grader in a K-8 school, she could see over most of the kids. She consulted the note in her hand again before looking at the numbers on the lockers to her right. J-142: There it was.

Carefully she shifted the stack of books so that they teetered between her hip and her left hand while holding the paper in her right and turning the lock. After dialing the first set of numbers, she pulled the slide and nothing happened. She exhaled a frustrated breath and twisted the knob right a few times to clear the lock before starting again. 14-23- Before she could settle the knob at the last digit, she felt someone knock into her from behind and the books fell from her hand and skittered across the floor, some becoming trampled by the lessening crowd.

“Oh sorry so much about that.” A voice said as she bent to pick up the books. Then she heard the laughter as a group of people apparently found her position amusing. Tara turned to see two boys and two girls watching her try to pick up her books. She quickly identified them as the popular kids judging from their expensive clothes, clear skin, and arms around each other. She shook her head and turned back to her books.

Since she wasn’t looking she only heard the thud as a body slammed into one of the boys and knocked him into the lockers and to the ground. Tara stood up quickly and took a step backwards while trying to understand what was happening. Someone had knocked the boy to the ground and was now grabbing the second boy and pulling him down as well. Tara didn’t know whether to be thankful to her savior or appalled at the violence with which he was now whaling on her tormentors.

“What’s going on here?” A few teachers shouted and pulled apart the three boys, one of whom smiled at the blonde. Tara was shocked to see that her hero wasn’t a boy at all but a tough looking girl with a split lip. Tara smiled back but only for a moment before the teachers dragged the offenders toward the office.
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Faith looked up and noticed the girl she had helped see her mommy crying. “I’ll be back.”

“She has a heart of gold,” Willow smiled, taking a step closer to Tara. She gently touched the blonde’s hand with the tip of her finger. “Are you still coming over after the pageant?”

Tara glanced down at her feet before looking back up and smiling at her best friend. “Of course.”

“Good, because I like you being near me.” Willow winked and felt rewarded with one of Tara’s smiles.

“Ok. People, remember to sing loudly so that everyone in the auditorium can hear you. I need my partridge, turtledoves, and French hens to line up over here.” Ms. Calendar’s voice was clear and everyone behind stage heard the direction easily. Willow and Tara met Faith at the back of the short line. Faith bent down to encourage both turtle doves and wipe Em’s face. She had obviously been able to calm the 1st grader and convince her that she would see her mommy and daddy in just a few minutes.

The curtains opened and everyone sang as the Partridge stepped onto the stage. Ms. Calendar had choreographed the pageant so that each gift took center stage to sing its line before moving to stage right. Then on each line, that gift would sing its title again. As French Hens, Tara, Willow, and Faith spent most of the song on stage. When the song was over, the audience clapped wildly, most of them balancing their camcorders on their laps to do so, and the curtains closed.

Once the girls had changed out of their leotards, bird feet, and feathery headdresses and into jeans and sweaters, they went out front to meet Willow’s parents.

Mrs. Rosenberg gave each girl a hug. “That was really good, girls.”

“Good job,” Mr. Rosenberg added.

Willow’s mom motioned toward Faith and Tara’s overnight bags. “Do you need to say hi to your moms?”

“I think mine left sometime around the maids a’milking,” Faith explained.

“She wasn’t f-f-feeling very …” Tara trailed off and lifted her bag. “We can go.”

After the girls had put their bags in Willow’s room they came back downstairs. Willow’s parents had set out the three menorahs for the first night of Hanukkah.

Willow bounced down the stairs in front of Faith and Tara. She arrived at the table to stand in front of the three menorahs. Tara stopped at the bottom step, her lips curling up into a smile as she watched the way the redhead adjusted the placement of each candelabra. She carefully moved the larger ones out a little and the smaller one closer to the edge of the table. After she had moved the menorahs, she touched each candle in the first spot and the center candle. Satisfied that the setup was complete she looked up at her friends. “Come over here and each of us can light one.” She shifted her focus to look at her parents. “Right? Tara and Faith can each light one, right?”

“Yes, sweetie,” Mr. Rosenberg answered, taking a step back to make way for his daughter’s friends.

Faith stepped quickly across the room to stand in front of the man and took the candle which he extended toward her. With his other hand he handed her a Xeroxed sheet. “These are the transliterations of the blessings we will be saying.” She nodded as Tara moved more tentatively in front of the other menorah.

This time Willow leaned toward the blonde, handing her the candle and prayer sheet and leaning close. “We’re all going to recite these together. You can light this candle from the one in your hand and then put the one in your hand in the center spot.” She used the tip of her index finger to punctuate each instruction, smiling when Tara nodded. She even shared her experience that using the lit candle to melt the wax on the bottom of the middle candle would make it easier to place it in the menorah.

Willow’s parents reiterated the instructions on which blessing would be said on this, the first night of the eight day holiday as Willow rolled her eyebrows as if saying, “like I’d forget which blessings.” Within a minute or so, the group had recited the blessings and lit the candles.

“Do we s-s-stand here and watch them?”

“No,” Shelia smiled, “but you might want to open these.” She reached into the drawer in the table and handed each girl a small mesh bag of chocolate gelt.

“Thank you, Mrs. Rosenberg, but you did-didn’t have to…”

“Hey, there’s a ten dollar bill here,” Faith said excitedly.

“Plus which, chocolate!” Willow added. “Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad.” She gave each parent a quick hug.

“Definitely thanks,” Faith said as she cracked open one of the gold coins.

“Come on,” Willow said taking Tara’s hand and pulling her toward the stairs, the pair shadowed by Faith.

The door closed behind them with a slam, obviously louder than Faith intended as the girls could see by the blush on the brunette’s face. “I can’t believe your parentals gave us all presents!”

Willow flopped down onto a large pillow on the floor. “I think they’re really glad to see me making friends. You know friendly friends? I mean I’ve never been much for the friends or the friendliness. Well… there was Xander when we were kids but he was all about crayons. You know, yellow crayons, black crayons, blue crayons, whatever. And he stole my Barbie doll one time. But that’s beside the point. I mean they’re just really glad that we’re all friends and that we’re so … you know… close? I mean we’re close right?”

Faith fixed the redhead with a look that clearly said she was too cool to respond to such an emotional statement but Tara grabbed one of the many pillows on the floor and lay down next to her friend, giving her a pat on the hand. “Yes, Willow. We’re happy to be friends too.” She thought about the day she’d met both students.

[blockquote]Tara looked at the piece of paper in her hand and checked the signs on the school walls. At least it didn’t seem as crowded as it had been earlier in the day when she tried to find her locker only to find herself the butt of a joke. She hadn’t seen the girl who had come to her defense again and wondered if the girl was in a lot of trouble.

It seemed as if it had been a long walk but she finally found herself at the library as demonstrated by the large sign over the swinging doors. She pushed open the doors and looked around the room, her eyes falling on a redheaded girl sitting at a table reading a hardback book. Upon hearing the doors open the girl looked up. “Hey.”

“H-h-hi. I’m supposed to meet,” Tara looked at the piece of paper in her hand again, “Mr. Giles? To get some b-b-books?”

The redhead eagerly jumped up from the table. “Oh. I can get you books. I’m Willow.” She extended her hand. “Giles went to get Faith from the office. You know. Detention? I guess she got in a fight today so she’ll be here again but you know? I mean detention in a library? Who wouldn’t like that?” She looked at Tara’s feet. “I’m a dork.”

Tara giggled at Willow’s long speech and seeming non- sequiturs. She shifted the piece of paper into her left hand and reached out her right one to shake Willow’s hand. “I’m Tara.”

Willow shook Tara’s hand and then held out hers for the piece of paper. “Oh you have Ms. Sloan for world history. You’ll like her.” She walked behind the desk and pulled out three books and laid them on the counter, then pulled the cards from each and pushed them toward Tara. “I keep telling Giles to get a computer to track these but he wants to just keep using the cards. You sign here.”

Tara did as Willow directed before taking the three books and pushing them into her book bag. “D-d-do you work here?”

Willow laughed as she came back around the front of the desk. “No. I just spend a lot of time here. I probably should spend more I guess. She motioned toward the stacks. I’m only up to Swift, Jonathan.” She held up Gulliver’s Travels, which Tara realized the redhead had been reading when she walked into the room. “And I only have through next May. I mean that’s 21 months and 13 days to read S-Z?”

“You’re reading the … the…” Tara motioned toward the stacks with her hand as she laid her book bag on the table.

Before Willow could confirm her plan the doors swung inward. “I’m telling you, Faith, you can’t pick fights no matter what.”

The duo in the library shifted their gaze to see a tall man wearing a tweed jacket and the girl Tara had seen in the hallway, the one who got in the fight for her entering the room. “Yeah, well there were two of them and did they even get any detention?”

“Of course not. But you need to control your temper better.” He looked up and walked toward the other two girls. “Hello, Willow. Swift today?” She held up the book and showed him where her finger was stuck in the pages, near the end. “You must be the new student. I’m Mr. Giles, the librarian.”

“I’m Tara Maclay,” Tara extended her hand once again and took the English gentleman’s in her own, somewhat surprised at how soft and warm the skin seemed. In spite of her nervousness she took a deep breath and waved at the dark-haired girl, apparently named Faith, “Th-th-thanks. Sorry you got in trouble.”

Faith crossed to the table where Willow was sitting. “Don’t worry about it. Those guys are jerks and at least I had a good reason for whaling on them.” She took a seat and pulled Willow’s book toward her. “Swift. Any good?”

“Oh sure,” Willow said excitedly, “you’d like it. It’s all an adventure.” She launched into a quick summary of the book as Giles went into his office. Tara seemed to have been dismissed. However, she was aware that she had never had an easy time making friends and these two girls at least seemed friendly with her. She slowly made her way across the room and pulled out a chair, hoping they wouldn’t mind her intrusion.
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It had quickly become a tradition for the three girls to meet it the library. Faith was usually there for detention and Tara suspected that she actually got herself assigned more detention so she wouldn’t suffer any social stigma from enjoying hanging out with her new friends. Tara enjoyed the time after school and Willow was very helpful when she had any trouble with her Algebra homework. By the start of eighth grade, Faith didn’t even keep up the pretense of detention.

Faith took another bite of chocolate. “In the moments when mom’s not dead drunk, I think she’s pretty happy that I’m friends with you two non-delinquents too.”

“Will she be s-sick tomorrow?”

Faith shrugged. “I’d imagine so. It’s always a party at the Lehane house with her headaches and throwing up and never getting out of bed before 11:00.” She took another bite of her chocolate as the other girls tried unsuccessfully to think of anything to say.

When Faith got like this Tara always felt like she couldn’t say anything useful. Her mother was nothing like Faith’s and even though she wasn’t available much she never badmouthed Tara or got drunk and sick. And Willow’s parents were frequently absent, more absent than Tara felt like the parents of a 14 year old should be, but Willow didn’t seem to think it was out of the norm. In fact, she seemed to relish the freedom her family situation gave her. Of course the irony was that all she wanted to do with that freedom was read and play on her computer more. Tara’s lips curled up in a smile whenever she thought about her quirky and brilliant friend.

Willow watched Tara, wondering what the blonde was thinking. Whatever it was Tara had that adorable half-smile that Willow liked so much on her face. Sometimes when the three girls were hanging out in the library, she would notice Tara smiling and find herself staring. She didn’t think that Tara ever noticed because that would be really weird. But it was engaging. Especially good were the times that Willow knew the smile appeared because of something she said or did. At the end of the day when Willow wrote her day’s impressions in her online journal, a half-smile was always good for at least a point on the five-point scale the redhead used to rate a day.

“Four more years. Ok, four and a half and I’m out of there.” Willow and Tara said nothing but just smiled at their friend. They’d heard Faith’s patented speech about leaving her mother’s house when she turned 18, not that they disagreed, more times than even Willow could count. “I’m going to live in a nice house and drive a nice car. Maybe a BMW or a Jag. That would be cool.”

“A-are you going to work?”

“You bet your ass I will.” Faith ate her last piece of chocolate as she talked. “I’d like to do something to help people. Maybe be a cop.”

“You’d make a good police officer,” Willow agreed.

“Plus which I’ll have a really good looking husband,” Faith added. “But a guy who makes good money and doesn’t drink like the losers my mother always finds.” She poked Willow lightly on the shoulder. “Like Jimmy.”

“What?”

“Jimmy. He’s smart and he’s a cutie and he’s always watching you in Algebra and English class.” Tara looked back and forth between Willow and Faith wondering what the brunette was talking about. Because she opted for Choir and Art, Tara only shared Civics and Earth Sciences with the other two girls. Willow’s face was coloring as she opened and closed her mouth in response to Faith’s teasing while Faith smiled at her friend.

Willow said the first thing she could think of. “I don’t think he’s that cute.”

“Oh come on. He’s got really blue eyes and that nice smile. Tara thinks he’s cute don’t you?”

Tara stammered at first. “I-I-I guess he’s ok. I mean his eyes are pretty and he never makes fun of me.”

“See,” Faith folded her arms across her chest to emphasize just how right she was.

Before she could continue her interrogation of which boys the other girls found the cutest, a pastime of which she never bored, there was a knock at the door. Faith and Tara looked at their host who stood up and walked over to the door and opened it. Sheila stepped into the room and looked at the three girls. “I’m sorry girls. Faith, your mother just called. I need to take you home.”

“Is everything ok?” Tara asked worriedly.

“Oh yes,” Sheila attempted to reassure the girls. “She just said she might need Faith’s help in the morning.”

Faith took a deep breath. “That’s cool.” She reached over and picked up her bag before giving both other girls a hug. “Thanks again for having us over and for the chocolates and dough.”

“You’re very welcome, Faith,” Sheila reassured her as they left the room, pulling the door shut behind them.

Willow sat down on the floor again, this time leaning against the bed and picked idly at a loose thread in the carpet. “I’m sure she just wanted Faith to help in the … “ Willow shuddered slightly at the thought but didn’t finish it outloud. “Do you want to get ready for bed and then watch a video?” When Tara just nodded without much of a smile Willow decided that it had been much too long since she’d last seen the blonde smile. “I got some new pajamas for Hanukkah. I mean in advance. Cause tonight is the first night and you saw me get the chocolate like you but for tomorrow night. My mom though it would be nice if I had some new ones. Wait until you see them.”

Tara smiled more from knowing that her friend was trying to cheer her up than from what Willow was saying. Willow always tried to do that, to make her smile and it was so sweet. She wasn’t surprised when the redhead continued her efforts. “Do you want to go change first?” Tara nodded and picked up her bag.

A few minutes discussion resulted in their watching Ocean’s Eleven (again) but both girls enjoyed the adventure and they didn’t have to concentrate on the movie very hard, having seen it at least 10 times in the last few months. After the movie ended, they both visited the bathroom again before stretching out on the floor in their sleeping bags. A few months ago they had gotten tired of Tara carrying her own sleeping bag back and forth and had just decided to leave it in Willow’s closet. “Do you want me to turn off the light?” Willow asked.

“Ok.”

“Good night, Tara.”

“Good night, Willow.”

Perhaps 30 seconds went by before Tara broke the silence. “Willow?”

“Tara.”

“I like your new pajamas.”

“Thanks, Tara.” Tara could hear Willow’s smile even in the dark.

“I mean I didn’t even know that they made Hanukkah pajamas. With the menorah and Star of David and little snowflakes. They’re really c-c-cute.”

“And blue,” Willow enthused. “Did you know that Hanukkah has an official color?”

Tara leaned up on one elbow. Now that her eyes had adjusted, she found that she could see Willow’s profile in the slight moonlight coming through the crack in the curtains. Willow was looking at the stars on her ceiling which hadn’t stopped glowing yet from the light they had just turned off and Tara could watch her friend relatively unobstructed. “I think you m-might have mentioned it, Willow. Blue?” Willow turned and smiled at her friend’s teasing tone.

Both girls lay back down to finish watching the stars fade. Once the color was gone, Willow offered, “I can turn the light back on if you want them to go again.”

“That’s ok. I can see pretty well now that my eyes have adjusted.”

“Ok.”

A few minutes later Willow spoke again. “Are you still awake?” Willow asked her question quietly in case Tara had fallen asleep. She didn’t think that the girl had because her breathing didn’t yet have that sweet smooth sound it usually had when she was asleep but she wasn’t sure.

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you something? I mean something else. Not are you awake which I guess is one question or can I ask you something which is the second but I guess a third question. Can I ask you a third question?” Willow finished quickly as she glanced sideways and noticed the smile spreading across Tara’s face.

“Yes,” Tara said before adding, “and yes again.”

“I guess it’s not a question so much. I mean maybe it is. I mean… “ Willow faltered here. “Do you think it’s abnormal how much Faith thinks about boys? I mean not that there’s anything wrong with it. But I um don’t. I mean I don’t know. I don’t really sit around thinking about boys or which is nicest or cutest or who I want to marry. I mean and Cordelia and Harmony are always reading Bride magazine when they come to the library but have you seen that thing? It’s filled with like a hundred and fifty white dresses. And I don’t really…” She stopped speaking for a minute and gathered her breath. “I’m a dork.”

Tara reached across to take Willow’s hand in her own. “I don’t think that either of you are abnormal, Will, or a dork. I just think that you have d-different um interests?”

Enjoying the feeling of Tara’s hand in her own, Willow closed her fingers slightly on it to keep it there. “What about you? I mean do you, you know, like think about boys like Faith and want to get married in a long white dress like Cordelia is always talking about?”

“I guess I’d um like to get m-married someday,” Tara said, wondering why the thought made her feel so sad.

“Oh,” Willow sounded somewhat deflated by Tara’s answer. “I guess that makes sense. I just wondered.” She fell silent although Tara noticed that she didn’t release the blonde’s hand.

Another five minutes went by before Tara spoke. She hoped that Willow hadn’t fallen asleep in the meantime and she was pretty sure the girl was still awake because she was lightly brushing her thumb across the back of Tara’s hand in a way that felt really nice. “Willow?”

Willow stopped her thumb immediately. “I’m sorry. I didn’t really think about what I was doing. Was it keeping you awake?”

“No, Willow. I um. Actually it felt really good.”

“Really?” Willow’s face lit up in a smile and she returned to moving her thumb in the same pattern. After a minute or so Willow spoke again. “So why did you say my name?”

“I… I…” Tara took comfort from the way Willow momentarily squeezed her hand to let her know she could take her time. “Well, you know how Faith thinks about living in a big house and a nice car?”

“She tells us often enough,” Willow answered.

Tara took a deep breath. “Right. Well, It’s just that um I … when I think about that stuff … I only picture this… I mean… y-y-you and me?” She turned her head slightly to the side to see if Willow was watching her with an “are you crazy?” look but the redhead was impassive. “Like this. Watching the stars? Or talking long after we should be asleep?”

Willow leaned up on one elbow without releasing Tara’s hand. Gently she pulled it toward her lips and placed a soft kiss on the palm.

“Me too, Tara. Me too.”




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Dibs! I got dibs!

Only because I was chatting with Debra as she posted this.

I'm very excited about this fic. Will leave more detailed feedback later.

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Cyd – I kind of have two choices here. 1. Quote every line of your fic and blow up the Kitten Board (again) or 2. say this is hysterical. When I read your “outline” I was laughing out loud and have continued to do so everytime I even think about your fic. I’ll still pick a few favorites:
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I bet…
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if this is Good Vibrations confirming an order – press 3…if you need assistance stopping an apocalypse - press the pound key…”
What more can I say? Sally says it’s the 2nd best line ever. Of course I’m waiting to find out the best line but that’s beside the point.

One thing I love is the wide shift in theme and tone of the stories here. Sally started us out with a heartbreaker, very serious and you go totally comic book. What a great range. And seriously “The Legion of Impractical Malice?” That’s such a great name. It makes me think of the way all those batman villains always took like forever to torture Batman & Robin but let them get free rather than just shooting them. How impractical. And I love the Superfriends stuff…

Great stuff.

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Yay! Day three of this wonderful series.

Who doesn't remember the anxiety of looking for your parents through the curtain at the holiday pagent? Not fond of public speaking (or singing for that matter) I always dreaded these events.

You captured so many emotions in this piece: the loneliness of being the new kid in school; the joy of finally making friends; the thrill and fear of discovering you're not like other girls, that you want to share a life with another woman.

It's true, the greatest gifts do not come in nicely wrapped packages but in words spoken from the heart.

Nicely done, Debra. :clap Happy holidays to you and yours.

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Elvis, the legendary one of fanfic, wrote:
One thing I love is the wide shift in theme and tone of the stories here.


I absolutely agree and I'd like to continue this thought with day 3. What a sweet story and great addition. We've gone in yet another direction. And it was executed nicely. The mannerisms of young W/T were so perfect. I think the conversation in bed where they said a lot without saying a lot was the best part. Good stuff.

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Cyd! Special Friends..... *laughing* cant...catch...breath...

I'm still reading...but I just had to comment on this part. I simply couldn't go any further until I did.

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The giant mutant turtle dove’s white feathered head poked out from its newly acquired shell. It began eating the first thing in sight, which happened to be Andrew’s Scott Bakula Christmas calendar collection. The blonde man began to scream like Ned Flanders.


You are the high priestess of comedy!! that is freakin' hilarious!! :lol ahha ahha....Still...cant...catch....breath...


I'll be back :lol

I'm back. :lol

Unfortunately I've come to realize that I can't quote everything I think is funny...because it would be wrong. :lol okay....sorry....that was wrong. :lol no no no this time I'm really sorry. hehehehe


Cyd, I loved Loved LOVED your story!!! I don't think I can say more than that...your talent/ability/comic timing/ continue to blow me away mate!

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Hey Debra--Why do I have the feeling that if there were to be a follow-up to this, these friendly friends would be even...friendlier?

This was such a great story--a really interesting choice of age setting, and one that we don't often see. Adolescence is such a ripe time for drama, too, so your choice gave a bumper-crop of possibilities.

I think you incorporated the parental elements of each girl really well. You painted their home lives more than telling us about them, y'know? You let us see it, infer for ourselves, and that made things just so much more poignant. So when Willow's parents asked if they should wait for the other girls' parents, e.g.,this line of Tara's just squeezed my heart:
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No in-depth description of Tara's mom; you don't need it. We see here a girl who isn't ready to admit openly that her mom won't be there, she's never there, and yet she's losing the energy to come up w/ elaborate excuses. So poignant.

I love this Faith, too--such a fantastic balance to the emotional expressiveness of Willow and Tara. That's not the best phrasing, perhaps, b/c she is emotionally expressive, but in such a different way. Her stoicism--not to say resignation--re: her mother's alcoholism and the way that her own life is compromised is really well wrought here. I like her protectiveness of the people she loves.

The closing scene was just lovely, too. The halting admissions, first to oneself and then to the other, were so realistic. They weren't overdone, and they didn't speak in that Dawson's Creek et al. vernacular of adolescents who apparently (a) are completely self-aware and (b) completely comfortable sharing their psychological issues in trendy bon mots. These were two real teenage girls, finding their way, and I was completely taken with them.

Great work, Debra!
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wow, first sally gives us a pun-free reality based angsty tale, then cyd has an angst free psychedelic romp, then debra writes something "g" rated? this is a strange, yet wonderful, first quarter of the series (since watty isn't here to mention percentages, thought i would).

Sally, what impresses me most i think, is how fairly new you are to the whole writing thing. if i didn't know that, i would assume this was the work of a much more experienced writer. your economy of words while hitting every beat of the story with perfect pacing seems almost effortless. you capture so well how when two people are already feeling hurt how easy it is to misunderstand every word and gesture, and those moments of uneasy truce that only last until someone lashes out. awful. you did a good job of showing both sides of the story, and no doubt willow was working too much, but i really wanted to shake tara and say "it's not someone else's job to make you happy, take a class or something, leave the house already". wonderfully done sally.

Cyd, what can i say? i'm already your groupie, this makes me want to clone myself just so another me could become your groupie all over again ...hmm, maybe i could borrow that genetic mixing chamber, of course that would put me on the bad side of the specialfriends, probably have the wonder lesbians chasing after me...ok, i'm back. i've read your story at least eight times now, and i've laughed every time, as many others have already mentioned every single line is quotable. not only did you perfectly blend and skewer super friends and buffy ( a little genetic blending of your own there) but also managed to dis wal-mart and mcdonalds. i'm definitely swooning cyd.

Debra, this was wonderful. the way you capture that particular age, being on the cusp of so many things and just feeling your way along. it reminds me very much of how you write younger children in many of your other fics, how you can make them intelligent and engaging while still keeping them age appropriate. here, you've got the social dynamics of eighth grade down perfectly, i especially liked how you introduced the characters to each other, and the moment when tara decides to be brave and join them at the library table, hoping they won't mind, so real. simply lovely debra ~mary

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Hi Debra - This story was really sweet. It's nice to see Willow, Tara & Faith as good friends. Finding out that Faith has a heart of gold is always good.

Definitely the start of a lifelong partnership for our girls.

Thank you for your tale.

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I've been a bad kitten for not leaving feedback for the wonderful stories in this festive series yet :punish

So, here I am, but, I don't have much time, so I'm gonna have to do very quick feedbacks for the 3 stories so far...

Sally: So painful to read, :sob but so very beautiful & wonderfully written. :clap

hermitfish: Hilarious :lol I loved it. :clap

Debra: That was simply sweeter than sweet :x Brilliantly done :clap

Okay, sorry I didn't go into great depth, but I have thoroughly enjoyed the stories so far & am looking forward to reading the rest. :)

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ok me too i didin't leave feeback yet for this three story so here it goes.

Sally: i love your story it was sad to read but the end was so beautiful.

hermitfish: It was so funny. :lol

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Debra, this story is just so darn sweet that I can barely stand it. I loved it how they were falling asleep and Tara said "Willow?" "Tara." "I like your new pajamas." HEE! So cute. And like meretricious said, so wow that you have written a G-rated fiction. You do it really well. ;)

I also found heart-wrenching but very well done the part about Faith's mother and how she deals with what that means for her life. Faith is tough; living with that brutal reality is bound to leave its mark but I'm confident that she will pull through it and be okay, especially with friends like Willow and Tara.

Their love is palpable and I just adore it how they're discovering their feelings for each other and what it all might mean and trying to make sense of it all. I want more! I want to go on this journey with them through their growing-up and self-realization. Hint, hint!

Very very very well done.

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LMAO! This was so damn funny. I love how snarky it is. There are so many lines I want to quote but I think I'd end up quoting the whole story. Fabulous stuff Cyd, just fabulous. Love, love, love the character names and the place names, everything is so, so, so.. uh.. you're such a smart-ass. LOL.

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Ah, so sweet, Debra.
I won't repeat what everyone else has said, but I definitely agree.

You wrote Willow, Tara and Faith very convincingly as 13-14 year olds, and the activities and characters around them are very real. I admire the way you effectively portray a scene so economically. I like your Faith - soft under a hard crust and caring and protective of others.

This does seem to lend itself to a continuation. Did you have something in mind? (I hope)

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Summary: Tara and Buffy conspire to try to bridge the gap between their respective partners'
Notes: Thanks to all the other RKT members for including me in this, it's been a lot of fun.
Required Elements: Secret Santas, Christmas cards, Four calling birds


Willow was lying on a cloud. It was soft and warm and enveloped her. There was an angel singing nearby.

"Silver bells, silver bells, it's Christmas time in the city."

Willow rolled over and pulled the cloud over her as a series of bells began ringing, accompanying the angel.

"Ring-a-ling, hear them sing, soon it will be Christmas day."

As Willow began to wake up more she realised that she was lying in bed rather than on a cloud and that the bells were her alarm clock. However she had been right about the angel singing.

"City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style"

After a few moments Willow realised that there wasn't any more coming. Opening her eyes, Willow turned the alarm off then, sitting up, she asked, "Why did you stop?"

Tara was sitting over by the dresser, brushing her hair. Turning to Willow she said, "I don't know any more."

"Isn't today the day that Dawn gets back from University?"

Tara nodded, "And the day we find out who we're Secret Santas for."

"Oh yeah," Willow said. "I'd forgotten about that."

Tara looked skeptical, "Okay, two things. One you've got an almost perfect memory. Even if you didn't, Buffy's been reminding us about it for the last week. So how did you forget it?"

Willow smiled as she remembered how excited Buffy had been since she had come up with the idea. At first Willow had been uncertain, till Buffy had told her she would be someone's secret Jewish Santa. "So we're going over there this evening for the great name drawing?" Her face fell as she added, "I suppose Faith will be there."

"Well she does live there." Tara sighed. "Can't you try to be nice?"

Willow humphed, "I'll have you know I'm always nice." Willow looked hurt as she went on, "In fact I'm nicey mcnice nice."

Tara got up and went to sit next to Willow, putting her arm around her. "I know, I wish you could just get along with Faith better."

"I do too," Willow said in a quiet voice.

"I mean I know you have a lot of history which makes things hard but..."

"That's not it, I mean I'm totally over those things. It's just Faith and I don't really have anything in common. Whenever we're alone there's just this awkward silence, then I get nervous and start babbling and I know she thinks I'm an idiot and is laughing at me."

"Now no one could think you're an idiot," Tara said.

Willow sighed, then said, "I guess we just don't mesh."

"Maybe." Tara looked thoughtful as she said this.

***

The scene at Buffy and Faith's house was markedly different, with the two slayers already up and doing their morning exercises. Faith, who had been doing sit-ups, paused to ask, "When are we leaving to pick up Dawn?"

Buffy had been working on a punching bag. She stopped to turn to Faith to answer, "In a couple of hours."

"And when are the others coming?"

"At six, just like all the other times you asked."

Faith did another couple of sit ups then paused again to say, "I guess Willow will be along."

Faith had tried to keep her voice light as she asked this. She had apparently failed since Buffy asked, "What does that mean?"

Faith avoided Buffy's eyes as she said, "Nothing."

"I wish you would make more of an effort with Willow. I mean it's hard having your girlfriend and best friend not liking each other."

Standing Faith said, "It's not that I don't like her. I mean she's pretty likeable I suppose. It's just we don't have anything in common. I mean when we're alone she's normally talking a mile a minute and I'm suddenly monosyllable girl and I know she's thinks I'm an idiot. She's probably laughing at me."

"There's no way Willow thinks that you're an idiot."

Faith shrugged, "I guess that we just don't mesh."

"Maybe." Buffy looked thoughtful as she said this.

***

Later that evening everyone gathered at Buffy's house. They were sitting round the living, waiting in breathless anticipation waiting for Buffy to explain the procedure. Xander and Anya were kissing under a piece of mistletoe which had mysteriously appeared. Tara and Dawn were thumb wrestling. Giles was cleaning his glasses, Willow was checking her text messages and Faith was looking through a motoring manual.

"Okay so...” Buffy stopped when she realised no one was paying attention. “Ahem!” When everyone had turned to her she went on, “I've put everyone's names on a piece of paper and I've put them all into a hat," Buffy explained.

"What about if we draw our own name?" Dawn asked.

"Obviously you put it back in and draw again. Um, don't tell anyone who you drew..."

"D'uh," Dawn said, rolling her eyes.

"And no swapping," Buffy finished, ignoring her sister with well-practised ease.

As Buffy was taking the hat around Willow leaned over and whispered to Tara, "I can't believe this."

"What?"

"We've got Goddess knows how many computers between us and she's drawing names out of a hat."

"Well this is probably quicker," Tara reasoned.

"I wrote a random number generator last week..." Willow stopped as she realised that Buffy was standing in front of her. Willow reached into the pile and began feeling through the pieces of paper, trying to find one that felt right.

"Can you pick one before Christmas?" Anya asked.

Annoyed, Willow grabbed one of the pieces of paper. Willow had always been uncertain whether God existed. Looking at the paper she realised there was a God. That there were many Gods and that they all hated her. The paper read, "Faith." For a moment Willow considered pretending it had been her own name and redrawing but Buffy had already moved on. Sighing, Willow wondered what on earth she could buy Faith.

Once everyone had drawn a name Buffy put the hat away before saying, "I'll get some drinks. Tara could..."

Before Buffy could finish Tara had stood up saying, "I'll help you."

Going into the kitchen they both said at the same time, "We need to talk."

"You go first," Buffy said.

"No, you," Tara insisted.

"No... We could do this all night. Okay then I want to talk about Willow and Faith."

"Me too," Tara said. "As long as you mean the fact they don't seem to be able to get along and you're not going to suggest a foursome."

Buffy looked shocked for a moment before saying, "Oh this is more of that spicy talk, right?"

"Am I getting better?" Tara asked, looking hopeful.

"I'd stick to being all empathic and knowledgey if I were you. Anyway what are we going to do about our girlfriends. Having them not get along is really causing a strain."

"I know." They both thought about it a moment. Suddenly a light bulb went on above Tara's head. Tara stepped back, looking up in surprise.

"Oh yeah, that light's been playing up for a while now," Buffy explained. "I really need to get the wiring checked on it."

"Well anyway I've got a plan," Tara said.

***

Walking home Willow asked, "So what were you and Buffy talking about?"

"Well she suggested that we all go out on a shopping expedition, pick up some supplies for Christmas, look for presents, that sort of thing."

"So it'll be me, you, Buffy and Dawn?"

"Well Dawn won't be able to come, but Faith will be there."

"Oh well that's okay then," Willow said, trying to sound cheerful.

***

On the Saturday of the trip Willow got up saying, "I'm going to take a shower."

Tara didn't move. A couple of weeks ago Anya had decided she was going send seasonal cards to all her regulars. Tara had been in the shop at the time and Anya had managed to persuade Tara to help. Tara had left a note reminding her about it on the dresser, hoping that Willow would see it.

"Hey Tara," Willow said.

"Yes?" Tara answered in a sleepy voice.

"When were you going to help Anya?"

Resisting the urge to cry out with joy Tara sat up, a shocked expression on her face, "Oh no, that's today."

"Well do you think Anya could do it another day?"

"I don't know, she seemed quite insistent that it be today. Maybe she can do it without my help," Tara looked thoughtful a moment then said, "Maybe you should go without me. I mean it'll be a chance for you to catch up with Buffy, you haven't seen her in a while."

"I guess," Willow said, not seeming too enthusiastic.

"And maybe I could pick up a surprise for when you get back.

"Okay then," Willow said, seeming to perk up.

When Willow had left Tara whispered to herself, "The perfect crime."

Willow poked her head back in, "Did you say something?"

Tara assumed an expression of angelic innocence as she said, "I just said, I love you."

Willow grinned, "I love you too."

***

An hour later Faith's car pulled up. Going out, Willow was surprised to see that Buffy wasn't in the front seat. Getting in, Willow looked round in the back. Buffy wasn't there either. Willow was about to look in the glove box when Faith said, "Buffy isn't here, something came up." Faith looked out the window before saying, "Isn't Tara coming?"

Willow shook her head, "Something came up."

"Well do you still want to do this?"

"Well we probably should. I mean it'd be a shame not to after we got all ready and everything. Also the shops will be busy if we go later, well busier I guess because they're already pretty busy now."

You're babbling, Willow thought.

I know, I can't help it, She thought back to herself.

It's easy, just close your mouth and stop talking.

Willow shut her mouth and a silence descended over them as Faith pulled out and started driving towards the mall. After a while the silence began to grow awkward.

Maybe I should say something, Willow thought.

No, that's the last thing you want to do.

Faith began tapping her fingers against the steering wheel.

Well we can't sit in silence the whole way, Willow argued to herself.

***

Shortly after Willow had gone Tara got ready to go to the Magic Box. She glanced at the clock on the way out, about nine o'clock. Tara figured she'd take an hour, at most two in order to finish helping Anya, then she'd have the afternoon in order to find something for Willow and Xander.

Arriving at the Magic Box she greeted Anya, "Morning."

"Good morning Tara, are you ready to start working?"

"Yes I am. I..." Tara stopped as Anya came through with two large boxes of cards.

Seeing Tara's expression Anya said, "Don't worry we've got another couple of boxes in the back room."

"Are we going to need that many?" Tara asked.

"Of course. I've got a list of all the people I want to send cards to." She got out a few sheets of paper which all seemed to be covered in names.

"They're all regulars?" Tara asked.

"Well they've all visited a couple of times."

"But I thought it'd be just people who came at least every month."

"No we'd hardly attract new business like that, would we?"

"I guess not," Tara said as she started to understand the point behind this. It occurred to her that her estimate of two hours was probably optimistic, though she expected she'd still have most of the afternoon for present buying.

"I'll just get some pens," Anya said, going into the back room.

As Tara moved over to the table she spotted a note on it. Reading it she called, "Anya when's this meeting for the Small Business Guild?"

Anya came rushing into the room saying, "Oh hell. That's today. I would skip it but there's a really important vote. Is it okay if I leave you with the cards?"

"I guess so," Tara answered, thinking she'd have to leave her shopping till the next day.

"Thanks, I appreciate this," Anya called as she rushed out of the shop.

It occurred to Tara that if she was a cartoon character she would have changed into a lollipop with the word sucker written on it.

***

As Anya walked away from the shop she smiled to herself with relief at avoiding doing the cards. "The perfect crime."

***

Once Faith and Willow had parked the car they headed into the Mall. They had just reached the entrance when Faith stopped and asked, "Is it getting hot?"

"Yeah, also I can smell brimstone."

A short distance away a portal opened and a tall demon stepped through. Her body had pieces of metal going through it at several points, many of which were adorned with shreds of human body. She pointed at Willow and growled, "You. You have thwarted me twice so far but this time I will...."

SCREEEEEEECH!

Before the demon could say any more a bus slammed into her, sending her flying into a wall.

"Not again," The demon moaned, before, with her body crushed, her spirit was yanked back to hell.

"That was one ugly demon," Faith commented as they walked into mall.

"Not so good with the road safety," Willow added. "Or the oral hygiene."

Faith glanced back at where the demon had been before saying, "Reminded me of an ex girlfriend."

As they stepped through the entrance to the happy, fun shopping land the first thing that struck Willow was how busy the place was. All she could see was a sea of people milling round the various shops. The next thing she noticed was the noise, As well as the sound of the crowds there were several different Christmas tunes being played. Finally Willow noted the decorations. Mostly these comprised of glitter and lights but there were also several robotic mice, dressed up like Santa Claus. For a while part of her wanted to turn and run away. Not seeming to feel any of this trepidation Faith just forced her way through the crowd. Willow followed quickly behind, using the opening that Faith was creating to get through.

After they'd been going a while how long Willow noticed a shop she wanted to visit and said, "I need to go and pick up the present that I bought for Tara."

"That was lucky, I mean drawing Tara."

"Oh I didn't, but I thought I'd buy her something anyway. I mean you're getting something for Buffy, right?"

Faith looked doubtful a moment before saying, "Oh yeah, of course."

***

Finding the correct shop, Jana's Jewellery Emporium, Willow was relieved to get away from the crowds. Going up to the counter, Willow pressed the call button. A few moments later an oldish woman came in. "Ah, Ms Rosenberg, the bracelet you wanted is ready. I'll just get it." She went out into the back room. A few moments later she came back out with a small box. She set it on the counter and gently opened it.

Once Tara had told Willow about how her mother had given her a charm bracelet and that she had spent years collecting charms for it. That is until Donny had stolen it from her and thrown it in the river. While browsing the on-line catalogue for this shop she had seen a bracelet that she had thought Tara would like. She had phoned them up to order one and to ask them to make five charms for it, each representing one of the elements.

Picking the bracelet out of the box Willow said, "It's beautiful."

"That'll be one hundred and ninety nine dollars please."

Willow put the bracelet back into its box before taking her wallet out and handing her credit card to the woman.

***

Tara ticked off another name from the list and rubbed her wrist. Reading the next name on the list she thought, "That can't be right." Putting a note next to that name Tara looked at rest of the list she sighed with dismay. She was only a quarter of the way through it. She just knew that she was going to have a bad case of writer's cramp by the end of the day. "I just hope Willow will massage it better." Thinking about Willow made her remember what she had done. "Oh no, Willow's probably going to hate me. She'll hate me and with this stupid cramp I won't be able to make it up to her."

Tara was broken from her thoughts by her phone ringing. Getting it out of her pocket she saw that it was Anya. Answering it she said, "Anya, I thought you had a meeting?"

"Yes, I was just able to nip out to make this call. I really need to ask you something."

"Sure."

"Well you see I want to get Xander something nice for Christmas but I don't know what to get. I thought you might be able to help."

"Why me?" Tara couldn't help asking. She didn't know what she should buy for Xander, so she didn't really see how she could help Anya.

"Well you always seem to be able to understand people, so I thought you might have some insights into what he might like."

"I'll think about it, okay?"

"Okay."

"Before you go, there's a name on your list for a Maru Wilkins, is that right?"

"Let me think. Oh no, that must be a typo, it should be Mary. I need to get back into the meeting. I'll talk to you later." With that the call ended.

Tara was going to go back to the cards but decided she needed to get a drink first. Walking through into the training room she grabbed a cup and filled it from the water cooler. As she slowly sipped from the cup Tara wondered how she had managed to get herself into this situation.

As Tara went into the magic box Anya was just finishing up with a customer.

“You and your money have a nice day,” Anya called as the customer made his escape. Turning to Tara she said, “Good morning Tara.”

“Good morning. You know it's our anniversary next week.”

“Yes, I made a note of it in my calender.”

“Well, remember how Willow went to all that trouble to put on a surprise for me.”

“You want to do something in return for her,” Anya guessed.

“Yes, only keeping it secret will be difficult. Making the arrangements and everything.”

“Well I can help with that.”

Tara smiled, “I was going to ask that, thanks.”

Later, when Anya had asked for help with the cards it had sounded like a small price to pay for Anya's help. Now though she wasn't so sure about that. She just wish that she'd known what she knew now when she'd agreed to do this. If only there was some way to warn herself, such as a postbox that sent it's messages back in time. Tara shook her head, wondering where that idea had come from.

***

Willow walked following Faith around the mall getting more and more agitated. How was she going to buy Faith's present if Faith was always around. Not that she knew what to buy. She'd spent the whole morning with Faith but still couldn't think of anything the Slayer would want.

Finally growing tired of walking round looking in overcrowded shops Willow said, "What about going to get some lunch?"

"Sure, I could do with a drink." With that they started to the cafe area.

***

"Must resist urge to kill," Faith thought as a woman with a double stroller barged in front of her, almost tripping her up. So far the trip was something of a bust. She hadn't seen anything Buffy would like, plus there was no way she'd be able to buy anything for Willow with the redhead hanging around. Not that she had any idea what to buy Willow. She just hoped that once she'd gotten some food in her and a drink she'd be able to think better.

After buying some sandwiches and drinks they began looking round for a free table. At one point they got separated from each other. Faith turned round, scanning the area for any sign of Willow.

"Faith, over here."

At first Faith didn't know where the call had come from, but then she spotted a flash of red and headed in that direction. Eventually she found Willow standing by a free table. They sat down and started eating. As the silence dragged on Faith grew more and more uncomfortable. She wanted to say something, but wasn't sure what. Finally she remembered something that Tara had told her, "So I hear you've just gotten some sort of grant."

"Oh yeah, Well actually it's a fellowship from the McArthur Foundation, um," Willow hesitated, not sure how to explain the fellowship without sounding like she was boasting, "for very clever people."

"'Super geniuses', was the phrase Tara used."

"Oh, well um..." Willow blushed at this, "Richard Stallman and Stephen Wolfram have both received it in the past."

"Well if I had any idea who they... Wait a minute, Wolfram? Aren't they the lawyers?"

"Oh no. He's a mathematician, nothing to do with the law firm."

"Well that's okay then. Did you hear that I got a promotion?"

Willow nodded, "Yes, Buffy mentioned it." Six months ago Faith had been Looking through the local paper when she noticed an ad from the local cave rescue service looking for recruits. This was dangerous work with the constant danger of earth-quakes, cave-ins and vampires, so they were regularly looking for new people. Faith had signed up, as a short term thing to start off with. However she had found she had a real knack for it. This along with the fact that the mortality rate had dropped since she joined meant that she been noticed by her superiors. Faith had recently been put in charge of one of the rescue teams. "Congratulations on that."

Faith seemed uncertain, "Well I'm still not sure this is what I want to do."

"From what Buffy says you're really good at it."

"Well I think she's just doing the loyal girlfriend bit. Though I guess I'm okay at it." Faith shrugged.

***

After throwing the paper cup away Tara started to go back to her work when her phone rang. This time it was Dawn.

"Hello Dawn."

"Hi Tara. I was going to buy Giles' present but I wasn't really sure what to get him."

"And you wanted some help."

"I thought since you like a lot of the things Giles does, well you might know something he'd like."

"Well you know, you just need to think about something personal that you can give him, something that will make him think of you when he looks at it. Those are the sort of presents I appreciate most."

"Okay, and if that fails I can buy a really old book, right?"

"That'll work too."

"Thanks Tara, bye."

"Bye." No sooner had Tara hung up than her phone began ringing again. "How am I supposed to get these cards done with all these interruptions," Tara muttered before answering the call. "Hello Buffy."

"Hey, Tara. Just a quick call. I was wondering if you could give me any advice on what to buy for Dawn."

Tara took a moment to digest this before saying, "You want help buying a present for your sister?"

"Well sure. The two of you are always hanging out together, so I'm sure you know what she'd like."

Tara suppressed a sigh before repeating the advice that she had given Dawn.

***

As they left the cafe Willow and Faith both started to say, "You know there's..."

"Sorry, you go first," Willow said.

"Oh I was just going to say there was a sports store I wanted to check out and that you probably wouldn't be too interested in, so I thought maybe if there was somewhere you wanted to go..."

"Oh, I was going to say I needed to pop into the computer store."

"Oh well that works out then."

"Yes it does." As they went their separate ways they both breathed a sigh of relief that it had gone so easily.

***

Willow walked along the shops thinking, "Well I managed to ditch Faith but what do I buy for her? What do I get for the cleavagey slut bomb who has everything." As she paused in front of one of the shops Willow thought, "What's Faith into. Well there's slaying, but what else. Of course there is sex." Willow smiled as she thought, "Slaying and laying. Maybe I could get something that combines the two, like a stake that could be used as a vibrator. Though you'd need to be careful about splinters and... OUCH!" The smile vanished as she thought, "Buffy and Faith have been together for more than a year. I should know her better than this by now."

Willow turned and continued walking, still trying to remember something she knew about Faith.

Passing an engineering store Willow stopped. She remembered Buffy saying that Faith spent a lot of time fixing up old cars. To be precise she remembered Buffy complaining about Faith coming in covered in oil after fixing up an old car. She was sure she'd find something that Faith could use in here.

***

Faith walked away from Willow trying to think of what to buy. Her cave rescue job, whilst rewarding spiritually, wasn't so rewarding financially. Which meant she wouldn't be able to spend much on either Willow's or Buffy's present. She was broken from this chain of thought as she passed a computer shop. Stopping to look in it she thought, Isn't this the shop Willow wanted? Looking back the way Willow had gone it occurred to her that Willow had gone completely the wrong way. I guess even super geniuses can get lost. I should remember that next time I'm feeling intimidated by her. This thought made Faith stop short. The woman who had been following close behind Faith had to sidestep around her, scowling as she did so. Faith was oblivious to this as she went over what she had just thought. She had faced Vampire lords, demons and plagues of rabbits. It was ridiculous to think that she was intimidated by a diminutive redhead with a tendency to babble and a fear of frogs. Yet it was also true, Faith realised. She did find Willow's intelligence intimidating. All her life People had told Faith that she was stupid, sometimes she had believed it herself. So it wasn't surprising that she was a little put out by how smart Willow was. More than that, she realised, she was worried that Willow would decide she wasn't good enough for Buffy and that she would try to come between them. Faith realised that this fear had gotten in the way of them being friends. Resolving to do something about this, Faith continued onwards through the crowds.

***

Tara glanced at the list and was relieved to see that she had nearly reached the end. Putting the pen down she rubbed her hand. "So the question is, do I finish the list then go for coffee or go for coffee now and finish the list later." After giving it a moments thought she decided, "Well I'd better get this finished now." No sooner had she made this decision than her phone started ringing again, "I ought to turn this thing off." Looking at it she saw it was Anya again. "Hello Anya, has the meeting finished?"

"Actually no. You see Carleen came to the meeting today and she's set one of her famous challenges, so the meeting's overrun a bit."

"Oh."

"I was wondering if you had any ideas about my question. You know, what to buy for Xander?"

"I'm afraid not. I'm still thinking about it though."

"Oh well, okay then. Bye."

"Bye." Putting her phone away and looking back at the list of names, Tara decided she really needed that coffee. Getting up and going to get the keys for the shop Tara left and went to the Espresso Pump.

***

Willow met up with Faith near the information center. "So did you get what you wanted?"

"Yeah," Faith answered, "What about you, weren't you going to some computer shop?"

"Oh, yeah. They were sold out."

Faith nodded, "Not surprising, given the number of people here. Well there was something I wanted to show you." Faith got a box out of one of the bags she was carrying to reveal a finely made silver necklace, fitted with Buffy's birth stone, along with a pair of matching ear rings.

Looking at the gift Willow didn't know what to say. For once in her life she was speechless.

"Is this a good silence or a bad silence?" Faith asked. Still getting no response Faith went on, "This is starting to creep me out. I mean normally you can't stop talking." As Willow still remained silent Faith said, "if you don't say something then we're going to have to have you committed."

Finally Willow said, "It's wonderful."

Smiling with relief Faith asked, "You think Buffy will like it?"

"I think she'll love it." Looking up at Faith she added, "Almost as much as she loves you."

"Really, you think she loves me?"

"As you'd say, It's wicked obvious."

They stood in silence a while till Faith said, "Are we bonding?"

Willow shrugged. "Looks that way."

"Do we have to hug?"

"I don't think we're that far along yet. I think we're still at the friendly handshake stage."

Faith held her hand out and Willow took it. Faith then shook her hand, squeezing a bit more firmly than was strictly necessary.

"That wasn't friendly," Willow said through gritted teeth after they broke contact.

"I really surprised you, didn't I? I mean you weren't expecting me to have bought something like that."

"To be honest, yes you did."

"Don't worry, I surprised myself as well."

***

Reaching the Espresso Pump Tara ordered a coffee and went to sit down. As she sat nursing the drink she thought about the day she had had.

A waitress who had been wiping down a nearby table looked over at her. She went back to wiping the table, then putting the cloth over her shoulder she walked over saying, "If y'all don't mind me saying, y'all seem rather sad."

"I was just thinking."

"Well if you want to talk about it..."

"Not rea..." Tara stopped as she realised that she did want to talk about it. "Well firstly Anya decided she wanted to send Christmas cards to pretty much everyone in Sunnydale in order to drum up business for her shop, and she tricked me into doing them all. Then there's the fact that my friends are doing the secret Santa thing, and I got Xander."

"Don't you like him?"

"Oh I do. I mean he's nice. Super nice actually. It's just I don't necessarily get him, you know."

The waitress nodded.

"I mean the only thing I know that he likes is Anya, and he's already got one of those."

"Well you know, you just need to think about something personal that you can give him, something that will make him think of you when he looks at it. Those are the sort of presents I appreciate most."

"That's what I've been telling everyone. Which is the other thing, everyone seems to think I'm some sort of present buying genius. All day I've been getting calls from people wanting me..." Tara stopped as her phone started ringing, "See?"

"Well I better get going, I'm supposed to be taking my wife and son to dinner tonight."

"Well thanks for listening, um..." Tara read the waitress's name tag before saying, "Elvis?"

"It's kind of a private joke."

When Elvis had gone Tara got her phone out. She was surprised to see it was an unrecognised number, "Hello?"

"Hi, Tara." A bubbly voice answered, "I wonder if you could help me."

"Um, who is this?"

"It's me."

"Me who?"

"You know, Harmony."

"Harmony?" Tara tried to remember where she'd heard the name. When it came to her she said, "Aren't you a..." Tara glanced around then finished in a hushed tone, "vampire?"

"Oh, yeah. So are you going to help me?"

"What do you want?" Tara asked, hoping it wouldn't be help causing an apocalypse.

"Oh you see I wanted to buy Cordelia a present, something to say sorry for the whole trying to kill her thing and I've heard you're good at understanding people, so I thought that maybe you could help."

This is getting surreal, Tara thought, Now I've got a vampire I've never met asking advice on what to buy someone I've only met once, what do I tell her?

"Hello? Tara?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking. What sort of thing do you think Cordelia would like?"

"Well she likes clothes. Ooh there's a new expensive dress shop."

"That's it. You could buy her something from there."

"Buy?” Harmony sounded shocked by the suggestion, “I was going to kill the staff and take it."

"I don't think that would be a good idea, I mean it would probably ruin the gift."

"Oh yeah, you can never get blood out of a silk dress. Fine I'll 'pay' for it."

"That is it." Tara said as she turned her phone off and resisted the urge to throw it away, "I'm going to finish off doing those cards then I'm going home to my Willow."

***


Willow and Tara arrived home about the same time. As they went inside Willow asked, "How has your day been?"

"Busy."

"Has Anya been overworking you?"

"I think I've got writer's cramp," Tara said with a pitiful expression.

"Awww, poor baby," Willow said taking Tara's hand in her own and kissing each of her fingers.

"So how was your day?" Tara asked, "Did you and Faith get on okay?" but Faith didn’t have a similar moment where she understood Willow, wasn’t that part of it?

"Yeah. I think that she and I understand each other better now."

Tara couldn't help smiling at this.

"There's no need to look so smug about it."

Tara wiped the smile from her face.

"Don't think I don't know that we were set up."

"But it worked out well, didn't it?"

“Well I suppose so,” Willow admitted, “As long as this was a one off thing.” Willow gave Tara a firm look, “I mean it, don't even think about setting me up on a shopping trip with Anya.”

“I wouldn't dream of it,” Tara said with an innocent smile.

The big day

On Christmas morning Willow and Tara walked to Buffy's house. They were greeted at the door by a rather anxious looking Faith, “Am I glad you're here.”

“Willow and Tara are here!” They could hear Dawn saying from the living room, “We can open the presents now!!!”

“But Xander and Anya...” Buffy started, sounding more than a little fed up.

“Why aren't they here yet? I bet they're having sex and they're holding everything up,” Dawn whined.

“What's wrong with Dawny?” Tara asked.

“Uh, well somehow the caffeinated and decaffeinated coffee got mixed. Dawn had had three espressos before we realised.”

“Oh dear.” Willow and Tara entered the house and watched in dismay as Dawn ran around the living room, flitting between the different chairs like an over-caffeinated humming bird.

“I suggested giving her some alcohol to counteract the caffeine but Buffy didn't like the idea,” Faith explained. “So we're hoping she'll tire herself out before too long.”

***

It was half an hour before Xander and Anya arrived, by which time Dawn had crashed from the exertion of the morning.

“Merry Yule,” Willow said as she gave Tara her present.

“Happy Hanukkah,” Tara replied as she gave Willow a gift.

“Have a crazy Kwanza,” They heard Xander saying, but they violently ignored him.

As Tara opened the present Willow had bought her all she could say was, “Oh!”

“What, don't you like it?” Willow asked, panicking.

Tara grinned. “It's wonderful.”

“Oh well I remember you saying you used to have one.”

Tara smiled, “Thank you. Now come on, open the present I got you.”

Willow opened it up to find it was an old copy of the Torah.

“Is it okay?” Tara asked.

Willow answered by leaning over and kissing her.

***

Later that morning Faith tracked down Willow and walked over to her saying, “Thanks for the present. I've been needing a new toolbox for a while.”

“How did you know it was from me?”

“From your secret Jewish Santa? That was a bit of a give away.”

Willow's face turned a deep shade of red, as if trying to outdo her hair. “Oh, I guess that was a mistake.”

“Nah, it's alright. It's not like anyone here's any good at keeping secrets.”

“True. Oh and thanks for your present.” Willow held up the present in question, a device for backing up the data from her phones SIM card, “It's surprising how often your phone can get wiped while fighting demons.”

Faith gave Willow a curious look, “Okay, how did you know?”

“Well you're the only one who calls me Red.”

They stared at each other a moment before saying, “Wow, that's weird.”

“Do you think our better halves fixed it?” Willow asked.

Faith shook her head, “I'm not sure Buffy's that sneaky.”

“She was sneaky enough to trick us into going shopping together.”

“True. I'll have to ask her about that.”

***

Standing in the kitchen Tara and Buffy had heard all of that exchange. Tara turned to Buffy, an eyebrow raised as she asked, “So did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Fix the draw?”

“Do you honestly think that I would?”

Tara decided it was best not to answer that.

"I promise you, I had nothing to do with it. Maybe it was the powers that be," Buffy speculated, "Trying to get Willow and Faith closer so they'll be able to work together better against the forces of darkness."

"Or maybe it was a coincidence," Tara said.

"Yeah, or maybe that." Buffy shrugged, “At least they're talking to each other now.”

***

Willow woke up to find herself on a cloud, with an angel singing nearby, with bells accompanying her.

"City sidewalks, busy sidewalks. Dressed in holiday style.”

Willow realised that the cloud was actually a sofa and that the bells were a game being played in the other room. She'd been right about the angel though.

“In the air there's a feeling of Christmas.”

Willow sat up, feeling a burst of pain in her head as she did so.

“Children laughing, people passing, meeting smile after smile."

Willow rubbed her forehead, waiting for the room to stop spinning.

"And on every street corner you'll hear..." Tara stopped as she saw that Willow was awake, “Did you enjoy your nap?”

“I had too much nog.” Getting up Willow walked over to Tara asking, “What are you doing?”

“I was just trying to work out how to put together the desk Mr Giles bought me. There isn't any English instructions, but, fortunately there is a set in Latin.”

Willow leaned over to kiss Tara, “Cool, do you want some help?” Willow sat down next to Tara and began helping her. While they were working they both began singing,

"Silver bells, silver bells,
it's Christmas time in the city,
ring-a-ling, hear them sing,
soon it will be Christmas day."


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Friendly Friends: This was just too cute! :x 8th grade... hmm... so how old would they be then? About 13?

Secret Santas: Dibs! Ok, I'm off to read now, will add feeback later. :-D
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Have finished reading now, and can't really think of much to say except 'I loved it!'. :x Such a sweet, angst-free, christmassy fic, with just a sprinkle of silliness, probably my favourite style of fic, and perfect for this time of year.
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"No... We could do this all night. Okay then I want to talk about Willow and Faith."

"Me too," Tara said. "As long as you mean the fact they don't seem to be able to get along and you're not going to suggest a foursome."

Buffy looked shocked for a moment before saying, "Oh this is more of that spicy talk, right?"

"Am I getting better?" Tara asked, looking hopeful.

That was just too funny, and I've got such a cute mental image of Tara's hopeful-puppy-dog expression!

Love this too...
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"I know." They both thought about it a moment. Suddenly a light bulb went on above Tara's head. Tara stepped back, looking up in surprise.

"Oh yeah, that light's been playing up for a while now," Buffy explained. "I really need to get the wiring checked on it."

All in all, I love it muchly! :applause And as JustSkipIt said, it's excellent to get such a range of genres and styles, I can't wait for tomorrow's installment!


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justin: i love your story it's really great.

It was funny the foursome moment whit tara triying spicy talk,
asking if she was getting better at it and buffy telling her.

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Hi Justin...what an enjoyable addition as well. I don't know if I said this before or not, but one aspect I enjoy about your writing is that clever wit that always seems to sneak up on me. That light bulb section is one example amid many. I also liked the W/F at odds aspect and how a difficulty for them in having a friend like relationship was their perception of how the other perceives them (i.e. I babble too much so she must think I'm an idiot). And Tara getting stuck doing the cards...sucker, indeed. lol. Nice work.

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Hey Justin--Nice set-up. Willow and Faith have all sorts of reasons to be wary of each other. Of all the members in the group, they feel most dissimilar. I like the fact that while we all assumed that their partners had arranged the initial name drawing, they had in fact been oblivious. I also liked the forays into each of their minds, esp. Faith's permitting herself to realize that she was actually intimidated by Willow's intelligence and her role in Buffy's life.

And that Anya...Lazy wench!

Great work, Justin! Thank you for sharing it w/ us!

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Hey justin - like Sasha, I was especially cracked up by Tara's second attempt at spicy talk and by the light bulb going off above her head. I can totally relate to Willow's nervousness and thinking that Faith doesn't like her since she gets nervous and babbles all the time. Also it's nice how no one escapes karma here - Tara commits the perfect crime upon Willow, and then gets a perfect crime committed upon herself.

And daaaaayyyyyum, a bracelet that costs $199!!! I want Willow to be my girlfriend if she's got that kind of coin. And it was just lovely how Willow and Faith picked out gifts for each other that they liked. It's really true what Tara said - just think of the person and think of something person they would like. Heh. I really like how your story has all this interconnectedness in it, justin. Great job!

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Sally,
What a heart-rending gut-wrenching way to inaugurate this latest collaborative effort between the cream of the Kitten writers.
Much in the way that a person can get so wrapped up in the holiday season that they forget to take the time to appreciate friends and family and time spent being with one another, so too did Willow and Tara find ways to sublimate their mounting concerns and dissatisfactions until they were shadows of the personas they had been when they met.
Your cabin in the woods, isolated from all civilization, was the ideal way for them to begin the long and difficult process of reconnecting with each other and just taking time to enjoy the simple pleasure of each other's company.

Cyd,
This Challenge of the Special Friends is what I most fondly wish the orginal series I watched as a kid had been.
If the Wonder Lesbians had actually been members of the original group, possessing useful and instructive powers, instead of the "Shape of something useless, Form of something equally useless" that their cartoon antecedents possessed, I would remember the show more fondly.
too many witty one-liners and spot the reference moments to mention but all made me smile

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Author: tarawhipped (Cameron)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, and all things Sunnydale are the Property of Joss Whedon & Mutant Enemy: I don’t own a gas station, either…or a truck. State Route 68 may, in fact, exist, but I just picked a random number (or maybe not so random…you don’t know!).
Notes: Many thanks to the group: Sally, Cyd, Debra, justin, Emmy, Chris, Carleen, Mary, terra, Watty, Janna, and Maru…it’s been a blast. Super special kudos to Chris, for your brilliant and tireless work on the graphics.
Summary: It’ll spoil the surprise, and if Elvis doesn’t have to write one, I’m not writing one either! So there. :p

Required Elements: 5 gold rings, 5 months of bills, looking for presents



Red’s Service Station sat just off the two-lane highway officially called State Route 68, but more commonly referred to as ‘the road to nowhere.’ The station wasn’t much to look at. Seventy-odd years had taken its toll on the squat wooden building. The slant roof over the garage slumped in the middle, while the gutter along the west rim was precariously attached with bent coat hangers. The front wall, facing the highway, was recently painted a gleaming white, but the dull gray paint on the rest of the building was chipped and peeling. A tattered piece of cardboard duct-taped to one of the two gas pumps read ‘out of order’ in faded black marker. Even with the friendly ‘Yes, we’re open!’ sign in the front window, some passersby invariably assumed the station was abandoned.[br]
Red’s was one of a handful of business left in what had once been a thriving town, before The Depression and The War lured most of the residents to the coast with promises of steady jobs and cheap housing. Those few that remained either worked from home or commuted long distances, the latter often grumbling about packing up and leaving for good. Red’s grandpappy had built that station, though, and Red was in no hurry to go anywhere else. In recent months, several newcomers had bought property in the area, far away from the pollution and traffic of the cities. And despite the highway’s unfortunate nickname, there was always enough business to keep Red’s going.[br]
A hand painted metal sign hanging from a rusty pole swung lazily in the breeze, one side cheerfully proclaiming: ‘Last gas before Sunnydale…fill your tank for less!’ while the other ominously warned ‘Last gas ‘til Canada (so far as Red knows)…why take chances?’ On the outskirts of the desert, with the mountains looming far off in the distance, the latter statement did not seem too far-fetched to many a weary traveler. Skiers en route to the mountains and lost tourists made up the bulk of business, but they’d invariably stop for a fill-up and a coffee. Sometimes just the coffee…Red had a strict ‘customers only’ policy for the bathroom, and at 25 cents a cup, well…on some days Red had to make several fresh pots.[br]
Today was not one of those days.[br]
Tara walked around the side of the building, fidgeting with the bandana draped across the back of her neck. The record-breaking heat and stifling humidity had set her head pounding, and she flinched at the loud slam of the bathroom door behind her. The cool cloth brought some relief as she shuffled toward the shady side of a red pickup truck parked adjacent to the gas pumps. Her hiking boots kicked up small clouds of dust, the itchy particles sticking to her bare, sweaty legs, but she felt too lethargic to pick up her feet.[br]
Tara let her hand graze lazily over the right front fender, the smooth metal hot under her fingertips, but not uncomfortably so. She sat down on the narrow running board and gently rested her throbbing head against the door panel, stretching her legs out in front of her and closing her eyes. Tuning out the occasional clang of metal and whir of a pneumatic wrench coming from the garage, Tara focused on the twittering of a pair of birds, their voices seeming to converse in the stillness of the waning morning. Five minutes of meditation in the gentle breeze eased her aching head, and she slowly let her eyelids flutter open, her gaze drifting through the spotless picture window to the station’s office, where she spied a pair of green eyes watching her intently.[br]
[center]********************[/center][br]
Willow’s fingers paused over the keyboard as the blonde came into view. Expecting her to approach the office, Willow frowned slightly when the woman instead walked over to the pickup parked out front, sat down, and closed her eyes. Willow sighed and returned to her work, but after several minutes her curiosity got the better of her, and she peered out the window.[br]
She could practically see the tension melting off the woman’s face. Willow let her gaze wander down the long neck and bare shoulders, her work momentarily forgotten as she lingered over the swell of the shapely chest well displayed by a snug white tank top. Willow’s eyes clouded as they surveyed the expanse of long legs stretching out from faded cut-off jeans, and started back up again, only to find sparkling blue eyes looking back at her.[br]
Startled and embarrassed to be caught ogling, Willow jerked her head down and tried to appear to be studying the monitor in front of her. Laughing self-consciously at the absurdity of her behavior, she cast a sidelong glance back out the window, and her jaw dropped.[br]
The blonde’s eyes were again closed and her face was the picture of euphoria as she stretched her arms above her head, her back arching with the motion. Her breasts strained against the material of her tank top, which rose up to offer a tantalizing sliver of tanned stomach. All subterfuge abandoned, Willow stared openly and unconsciously stroked her fingertips over the keyboard. The ancient air conditioner hummed loudly behind her, blasting cold air across her back but doing nothing to stop the flush permeating her skin. Willow licked her dry lips when the woman stood and began walking toward the office. Quickly wiping her sweaty palms on the bib of her overalls, she leaned back in her chair.[br]
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Tara watched with pleasure as the woman’s gaze paused on her chest, and smirked outright when the green eyes met hers and hastily looked away. She linked her fingers and raised her arms leisurely, deliberately arching her back into the stretch. The bandana slid off her neck and a delicious shiver raced down her spine as the breeze kissed her wet skin. When she looked through the window again, she saw that her action had achieved the desired result, and she rose from her perch.[br]
A blast of cold air greeted her entrance into the small office, raising goose bumps over her exposed arms and legs and hardening her nipples—perceptibly, to gauge the redhead’s reaction.[br]
“Nice rack,” the woman murmured.[br]
“What was that?” Tara asked, approaching the counter and laying her forearms on the worn Formica, the pose bending her over just enough to allow her shirt’s neckline to sag a little. Enormous green eyes snapped up from the view of her cleavage.[br]
“I said, uh, nice truck!”[br]
The redhead gestured out the window. Tara swiveled her hips and contemplated the vehicle for a moment. The 1949 Chevy was in pristine condition, its cheerful bright red curves standing out in stark contrast to the muted tan and gray lines of the landscape. Tara had fallen in love with the truck the first time she’d laid eyes on it.[br]
“It’s broken,” she stated with a touch of sadness.[br]
“Well, good thing this is a garage,” the redhead answered brightly.[br]
“Mmhm,” Tara replied. She wrenched her gaze away from the window and raised an eyebrow at the woman. “So you must be Red?”[br]
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Willow nearly fell off her chair at the question. There was no mistaking the blatantly flirtatious tone of the grinning blonde, and after collecting herself, Willow smiled back and pointed at her hair in silent answer.[br]
“You can call me Willow, Miss, uhh—”[br]
“Tara.”[br]
“Tara. So what seems to be the problem?”[br]
Tara pursed her lips and frowned, clasping her hands together on the countertop.[br]
“I think it’s the engine. It just won’t turn over. It’s almost like…like it’s stuttering.”[br]
“Stuttering? Hmm…stuttering is usually indicative of a block in the system.”[br]
“I thought it might be,” Tara agreed. “I tried gunning it to force—”[br]
“That won’t work with every engine,” Willow interrupted. “I find that a gentle touch works better. Starting slow, letting it warm up a little before easing it higher. Maybe that would work for you?”[br]
“Maybe,” Tara enthused, her voice thick and low. “I can feel it struggling, like it wants so badly to break loose…it rumbles like crazy and it’s soo close, but I just can’t seem to get it to…purr.”[br]
Willow swallowed hard. Her hands felt clammy and her heart thumped wildly in her heaving chest.[br]
“Can you help me…get it going?” Tara’s eyes dipped coquettishly. She looked up through her lashes and winked.[br]
Is she suggesting—she can’t possibly mean—[br]
“Uhh…on second thought, maybe it’s just overheated, and if you wait a while it’ll cool off.”[br]
“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” Tara murmured, her eyes locked on Willow’s. “In this atmosphere I think it’s only going to get hotter.”[br]
“Hotter?” Willow mumbled, suddenly fascinated by the tiny beads of sweat at the base of Tara’s throat. She felt moments away from pinning the blonde against the counter and licking them off one by one.[br]
“Mmhm. I think I’m going to need—”[br]
“Parts!” Willow squeaked, spinning around and grabbing a stack of flat boxes from one of the shelves on the wall. “Auto parts, ‘cause this is an auto parts, garagey, car fixing place!” She dropped them in a heap on the counter and beamed at Tara, who shook her head and chuckled.[br]
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Way to go, Tara, you blew it, the blonde chastised herself. Noticing the conflicted dismay on Willow’s face, she forced down her own disappointment and picked up one of the boxes, which were labeled ‘Gold Brand Piston Rings.’ Her nose crinkled in amusement at the logo: a naked woman with long, flowing hair, wings, gold tinted skin and—a tail?! Tara snorted. Someone’s got a quirky imagination.[br]
Tara set the box down and regarded Willow, who grimaced apologetically.[br]
“Are you sure about this?” Tara asked. “Maybe I just need to be jumped.”[br]
Willow’s eyes darted to the door marked ‘Garage’ and back to Tara. She shook her head rapidly. “I don’t think a jump would be a good idea.”[br]
“Well, you’re the expert,” Tara sighed heavily. “How much are these, anyway?”[br]
Willow picked up a box and squinted at the faded label.[br]
“Um…$5000. And you’ll need uh…four of them.”[br]
“$5000?! Each?!” Tara guffawed, snatching the box out of the redhead’s hand. She inspected the label and rolled her eyes. “That’s $50…you missed the decimal.”[br]
“Oh. Well, what is a decimal, anyway? Just a place marker for a number…a-a lazy, good-for-nothing number that isn’t doing its job!” Willow nodded her head sharply, seemingly pleased with her argument. Tara narrowed her eyes and stepped around the counter, backing a squirming Willow up to the wall.[br]
“You know what I think? I think you’re trying to take advantage of me. Maybe I should take my business elsewhere.”[br]
“What? No! It was a mistake! No advantage taking! And look!” Willow pointed to the ‘Satisfaction guaranteed or your money back’ sign on the counter.[br]
Tara tilted her head from the sign to Willow, and took another step forward, humming with delight when her bare thighs pressed against Willow’s denim-clad legs.[br]
“Satisfaction guaranteed, huh? I’ll take that offer.”[br]
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Willow had no time to respond before Tara’s mouth covered her own and firm hands gripped her hips, drawing their bodies together. Startled by the bold maneuver, Willow melted into the kiss, relishing Tara’s dominance for breathless minutes before raising her own arms. Her hands slipped under Tara’s tank top, fingertips gliding over the smooth muscles and tickling the soft skin of her lower back. Willow let her fingers dip down the back of Tara’s shorts and smirked in satisfaction when the blonde growled and thrust her tongue into Willow’s willing mouth.[br]
Both women’s eyes snapped open at the creak of door hinges, and they jumped apart, blushing furiously and looking everywhere but at each other. Willow hopped back onto her chair and began typing frantically on the keyboard. Tara scooted around the counter, bumping into a potted cactus plant decorated with silver tinsel, and smiled bashfully as the door from the garage swung fully open.[br]
“Hi, Mr. Morris.” Tara waved at the elderly man, who peered over his thick glasses and smiled.[br]
“Feeling better, Tara?”[br]
“Yes, thank you.”[br]
“Good, good,” he replied, wiping his oil covered hands on a rag and stuffing it into the back pocket of his coveralls. He smoothed down an unruly shock of white hair, still tinged with flecks of auburn, and made his way to the counter. “But I told you to call me Red…‘Mr. Morris’ makes me feel old.”[br]
“Yes, sir,” Tara nodded.[br]
Red chuckled, knowing full well the young woman would never be able to bring herself to call him Red, and appreciating her manners despite his teasing.[br]
“How’re things coming along, Willow? Can I declare bankruptcy yet?”[br]
“Red!” Willow laughed, offering the man a freshly printed spreadsheet that he waved aside. Willow slid it into a labeled envelope and propped it against the computer. “You’re actually doing very well, but you really need to be better about entering your invoices…like I showed you? There were bills you hadn’t logged in since the last time we were here…in July.”[br]
“Has it been that long? Five months, already?” Red scratched his head and leveled a stern glance at Willow. “I guess that explains all the gunk in your oil filter.”[br]
“Oops?”[br]
“That’ll teach you to lecture your elders, young lady,” the old man laughed, retrieving several boxes from the shelf. “I trust I’ll see you two more often when we’re neighbors.”[br]
“Yes, sir,” Tara confirmed, trying not to think about how much they still had to do before the movers arrived in two weeks to bring them to their newly renovated farmhouse. As daunting as it was, she couldn’t wait to get started converting the small barn into a workroom, her budding business having long outgrown the spare room in their Sunnydale apartment.[br]
She’d started the venture as way to focus her energy and pass the time during her and Willow’s separation. Anya was the one to suggest she market her hand made candles and soaps, and even offered to help—for a small percentage, of course. Tara had respectfully declined, but Anya had insisted on stocking the Wiccan goods, and to Tara’s surprise, they’d sold.[br]
She would have been content with the limited business, but after the Geek Trio blew up The Magic Box—and themselves—Tara figured entrepreneurship just wasn’t in the cards. Following her reconciliation with Willow she didn’t have the time, anyway. It wasn’t until after they’d graduated and Tara was job-hunting with little success that Willow suggested Tara give it another shot.[br]
Sunnydale’s co-ops, gift shops and feminist bookstore had provided ample outlet for her products, but now that they were moving to the country, she’d be doing a lot more mail order business. Thanks to Willow she not only had a website up and running, she also had a full stock of labels for her ‘Witchy Wicks’ candles and ‘Sacred Scented Soaps.’ The one thing she did not have was a vehicle large enough to carry her stock for shipping or transport to area craft fairs. Willow’s Toyota Prius just wouldn’t cut it.[br]
“Mr. Morris?” Tara asked timidly, and Red paused in the doorway to the garage. “I, um, I noticed the For Sale sign wasn’t on the truck…,” her soft voice trailed off.[br]
Red nodded and cringed at the forlorn expression on Tara’s face. “Had a buyer call last month. Been getting it ready ever since.”[br]
“You got it running?” Tara’s eyes lit up, excitement momentarily surpassing her sadness at the thought of never seeing the antique car again. “That’s wonderful, sir.”[br]
“Yes, well,” Red waved off the attention and held up the oil filter. “I’ll just pop this in so you can get on the road. Don’t want to keep Sunrise waiting.”[br]
Tara laughed at the oft-made joke. It was on the first of many subsequent trips transporting Dawn to or from Arizona State University that they had met Red. The old man had provided them with directions, coffee, and a fair amount of amusement.[br]
[blockquote]“Muffy? Sander? Anyanka? Don’t any of you kids have normal names?”[/blockquote][br]
Tara gazed out the window at the truck she’d first seen that day. A new or slightly used vehicle would have been more practical, but the Chevy was the spitting image of the one her grandfather had owned, and it conjured long forgotten memories of summers spent at his farm, away from her father and brother. Her mother had taught her horseback riding there, and when she was older, had taught her to drive with that truck.[br]
Tara sighed, leaning back into Willow’s arms when her girlfriend embraced her.[br]
“You okay, baby?” Willow whispered, kissing Tara’s shoulder.[br]
“Yeah,” Tara replied, absentmindedly stroking Willow’s forearm. “I’ll just miss it. I thought someday, maybe…”[br]
“We could buy it?”[br]
“Yeah.”[br]
Willow lifted a hand to Tara’s cheek and gently turned her head, guiding their lips together in a tender kiss. Tara turned in Willow’s arms, wrapping her lover in a tight hug and burying her face in Willow’s neck.[br]
“You know,” Willow said, her voice softly lilting, “I was going to wait til tomorrow to give it to you, but I want you to have your Christmas present now.”[br]
Tara giggled, her lips buzzing against Willow’s skin. Despite the fact that she was raised Jewish and now observed the Wiccan holidays, Willow persisted in calling their December gifts ‘Christmas’ presents.[br]
“Are you sure, Sweetie? Christmas is still eight days away.”[br]
“Pfft…official days be damned! I think you deserve it now.”[br]
“Really?” Tara said, kissing her way up Willow’s neck to her ear. “Have I been that good this year?”[br]
“Ohhhhh, yes,” Willow moaned.[br]
Tara planted a quick kiss on Willow’s cheek and hopped back, much to her lover’s dismay.[br]
“Hey!”[br]
“Where’s my present?” Tara asked gleefully.[br]
Willow crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, grinning all the time.[br]
“Nuh-uh. You have to find it…but I’ll give you a hint!” the redhead quickly added, dispelling Tara’s pout. “It’s somewhere on my person.”[br]
Tara’s right eyebrow arched dangerously and her lips curled up on one side. She took a step toward Willow, who gulped audibly. Tara threaded her fingers through Willow’s hair and pulled her into a kiss, which went on uninterrupted while Tara’s hands spread over her lover’s neck and shoulders, down her spine, and slipped into her back pockets, where they kneaded Willow’s bottom for several minutes before retreating with a playful pat.[br]
Tara stepped back and raised a hand to her lips, sucking the edge of her index finger thoughtfully while her eyes pored over Willow’s body. Willow was literally bouncing with energy, fueled by the dual excitement of having a secret and Tara’s ravenous expression.[br]
“Not in the back pockets,” Tara muttered, walking slowly around Willow until she stood behind her, one arm wrapped around the slim waist. “Where could it be?”[br]
Willow’s only response was a groan as Tara reached over her shoulder and stuck a hand down the bib pocket of her overalls, pushing it to one side to tease a nipple with the rough fabric. All too soon the hand retreated from the empty pouch and joined its twin at Willow’s hips. In tandem they plunged into Willow’s front pockets, pulling the redhead back into Tara’s body.[br]
Tara smiled into the back of Willow’s neck as the fingers of her left hand touched something solid. She licked the sensitive skin and withdrew her hands, allowing Willow to turn and kiss her deeply before looking down at her present.[br]
“Willow?” Tara’s voice was little more than a whisper. A gold key ring lay in her shaking palm. Attached to it was a small plate, inscribed with the initials ‘W’ and ‘T,’ separated by a big red heart.[br]
A single key dangled from the ring.[br]
“We can’t take it now, cause I don’t think Dawnie would appreciate riding in the back, but we’ll pick it up tomorrow on the way home, okay? Dawn can drive the Prius to Buffy’s.”[br]
Tara raised watering eyes to Willow’s. The redhead nodded to the window, and Tara followed her gaze, her head spinning and her heart fluttering at the sight of her truck. She turned back to Willow, whose smile seemed to stretch the length of her face, and the dizzy feeling increased tenfold. Throwing her arms around Willow’s neck, she kissed her with boundless enthusiasm, passion, and love.[br]
“Thank you,” she sighed into Willow’s lips.[br]
Willow returned the kiss with reverence.[br]
“Merry Christmas, baby.”[br][br]
The End[br][br][br]
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