 
My first, proper fic. The only one i posted here before, is a one shot, and the other one i did is not appropriate for here. 
So please, be kinda, and sorry for the un-regular updates, i usually post when i have time.
Thanks! and read well young one :D the force is with you!
TITLE:  Strange Awakenings
AUTHOR: TaraWillow<3
RATING:  PG atm, might go higher, y'know, smoochies later on :)
DISCLAIMER: Lucky Joss gets to own them :<
SUMMARY: Willow wakes up and doesn't remember Tara, or the past 9 years.
SPOILERS: Nahh :)
FEEDBACK: Definitely :D
AUTHORS NOTE: Thanks to Chris for the Title and Laragh for beta-ing me :D The Banner is made by me :)
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"Wake up sweetie," A voice whispered to me. A warm, but unfamiliar voice...
 
I open my eyes and stretch out looking around, then looking at the source of the voice.
A girl. Or woman, same thing really. Blue eyed blond, very pretty. But who was she?
 
"Um... hi?" 
 
I sit up to get a better view of my surroundings, trying to figure this out. Before i went to sleep i with Oz ? How?
 
"What's wrong sweetie? You look freaked, o-or surprised"
 
I frown.
 
"And who are you, and where am I?"
 
She laughed
 
"You've never woke up and told a joke before."
I get out of the bed, grabbing a dressing gown off the floor and put it on. Why was I naked anyways? And with another girl? What is going on?
 
"Oh, I'm dead serious!"
 
She looked at me with visible confusion.
 
"It's Tara, sweetie. Girlfriends for 9 years?"
 
"I'm not gay! I love Oz! What did you do?" I shouted at the blond who looked at me with tears in her eyes, "How did I get here? I went to sleep in my dorm room! Where is this 'here' anyway? I'm still in Sunnydale right?"
 
The blonde nodded sadly. What all this? Did she like, put a spell on me? Drug me up? Or got me drunk! No, I went to bed next to Oz... Maybe Oz changed into a girl? No, that would be totally weird.
 
"D-d-do you w-w-w-want t-to c-call Buffy?" she stuttered, but I nod, "I'll f-find y-y-you s-some c-c-clothes"
 
She looked down as she pointed to the phone. I turn to get the phone and dial Buffy's house.
 
"Hello, Buffy speaking," came the familiar voice of my best friend.
 
"Buffy! Oh god, something weird has happened; you need to come pick me up!"
 
"What? What’s wrong? Where are you? Where's Tara? Are you both OK?"
 
I sigh, desperate.
 
"This 'Tara' is what’s wrong! How do you know her?! And I'm not gay! Never have, never will be! Where is Oz?"
 
"Whoa Will, stop right there. You are as gay as a rainbow! Oz cheated on you and left 9 years ago. Is this a prank? Is Tara giggling behind you?"
 
"To hell she isn't! She's getting me clothes, come pick me up and explain me this poopy! And Oz would never cheat on me! You know that."
 
"Veruca."
 
"Huh? Is that meant to mean something? Like an insult or something?"
 
"No, Dummy, Veruca is the name of who Oz cheated with. You know? Slutty singer at the Bronze? You said you hated her, very much, a lot."
 
"I don't know or remember anyone called Veruca; anyway, what sort of name is that? Her parents must have hated her"
 
"Will, stay there. I'll be over in a sec."
 
"Right. OK. Hurry!"
 
I hang up and put the phone back where it was. That Tara girl stood shyly behind me, now dressed, looking down, hiding her face with her hair, handing the clothes she'd retrieved for me.
 
"Thanks, where's the bathroom?"
 
"T-t-that door" she pointed to the door on the left to me.
 
I nodded with a small smile and left the room to get dressed. I put the clothes in the sink and inspect myself in the mirror. My hair is long. When did that happen? Scissors... I open a few drawers and finally find what I was looking for. A big chunky pair of scissors. I lift them up to were approximately my hair was like before and chopped the hair off.
"I am Willow Rosenberg and I love Oz, Daniel Osbourne."
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To.. Be... Continued !!