Author: Kirsty, AKA KioNewgo.
Summary: Willow is broken without her love but her Scooby duties, a biggest bad of them all and a new potential are all relentlessly pursuing her. But what if there's a chance for a one true love to return?
Pairings: Willow/Tara obviously, also Anya/Xander, Buffy/Faith and Dawn/OC.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or anything associated with the idea/series/film/comic/books etc. All belongs to Joss, ME, etc. No copyright intended, I am simply borrowing the characters but you can have them back when I'm done

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Rating: Erm, not sure about the whole American rating thing (I'm from the UK) so I'll say 15 to start with, because of general angst and
references to suicide, slight violence and other no-so-nice topics.
AN: Pretty much spoilers up to S6, EXCEPT! Willow did not become Dark Willow, did not mess with Tara's mind and pretty much stayed the same loving person she always was. Tara did die, however, but I'll fix that soon

. This is my first ever attempt at fanfic, and I have no Beta, so please nice. CC welcome, and if anyone wants to Beta it, send me a PM

. That's all folks, enjoy!
Chapter Three
“Will? Willow! What ever you’ve done, undo it!” Buffy was frantic. She had checked the whole house, the garden and the front yard, but no one could find Willow. She wasn’t exactly sure what had caused her to breakdown, but she had a fairly good idea. Straightening her shoulders, the Slayer marched purposely back into the house, determined to get some answers.
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Willow slowly opened her eyes wearily. She was in a large white room, completely devoid of decorations…or people. She was alone. She scrambled to her feet, getting ready to cast against whatever had taken her. She slowly started edging round the light room, trying to look for an exit.
“Way to go Willow let yourself get a little emotional in front of everyone and look where you end up. If it weren’t for that fucking bitch, none of this would have happened. I’m probably going to be stuck here until I die of thirst, or starvation. Or, or maybe some big baddie is going to come out and kill me? Or frogs? Hoards of frogs?! No, gotta get out of here. Maybe a spell…”
“I’ve missed that babbling mouth of yours”
Willow spun round, coming face to face with the most beautiful woman she had ever met.
“T T T Tara?” She asked, trembling from head to toe.
Tara smiled, touching Willow lightly on the arm.
“That’s right, my love. And no, I’m not The First” She said, resisting the urge to throw herself at Willow. Willow on the other hand, didn’t hear anything past ‘love’ before she fell into a dead faint.
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“You!” Buffy snarled, grabbing Kyra by the shirt.
“Whoa, what are you doing?!” Kyra struggled fruitlessly against Buffy’s Slayer strength, trying to free herself.
“What did you do to Willow? Why was she so upset? WHAT!” Buffy was beyond anger. She was sorely tempted to beat every inch of this girl to death, but not before she got some answers.
“I didn’t do anything! I just asked Willow when she was going to get over her ex, I’m sick of waiting round for her!” Kyra continued to struggle, growing more scared by the second. She had overestimated how much Buffy cared about her friend.
“Actually, that’s not quite true…” Everyone looked up to see Dawn standing in the doorway. Her eyes where red and puffy from where she’d obviously been crying.
“Dawnie, what happened? Willow’s had a complete breakdown and now she gone. There was a light and then ‘poof’, no Willow!” Buffy released her grip on the potential, going over to her sister instead.
“I was in my room, when I heard them talking. It sounded serious, so I decided to just stay there, wait for them to finish.” Dawn took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I, I heard what she said. She, s s s said…” Dawn trailed off overcome.
“Dawn, you can tell me, and if it’s bad I’ll beat back to hell where she obviously belongs.” Buffy pulled her now sobbing sister into a hug, trying to reassure her.
“She was having a go at Willow, because she won’t let anyone in her room except me. She called me a brat then she…she called T T Tara a bitch and told Willow to get over her already…”Dawn broke down completely. Anya pulled her into a hug, trying to comfort the girl. She patted her awkwardly on the back, trying to make soothing sounds the way she’d saw…
well, better practice before…Anya shook her head; she wasn’t ready to tell anyone her news yet.
Buffy had stood perfectly still while all this was going on. She turned around slowly, walking towards the now terrified girl.
“Get out.” Her voice was calm, her hands still. Everyone could feel the rage inside her though.
“W What? Are you kidding me? There’s psychos killing off all the potentials and you want to send me out there?!” Kyra thought she’d have to apologise, maybe take a few hits off Buffy. She didn’t for one second think she’d be getting the push.
“You hurt my best friend, who’s like my sister. You hurt my actual sister. And you, you…”Buffy clenched her hands into fists, unable to stop the fury from reaching out. “You attacked someone so special to all of us. You tried to
tarnish her memory, passed her off as less than she is. That is something
none of us can forgive. Now get
OUT!” Buffy roared the last part, staring at Kyra, barely able to restrain herseld
“And if you think Buffy’s scary, wait until Willow comes back. She’ll more than likely remove all your organs and make you eat them” Anya said matter-of-fact. “Tara was special to all of us. She was more than just a friend. In fact, you had better leave before
I do something. For the thousand years I was a Vengeance Demon, I learnt all sorts of ways to torture someone using everyday household products." Anya looked at Kyra, who was now decidedly pale. She had a small smile on her lips and, Kyra noted, a strange glint in her eye. She looked round the other potentials, hoping for some back up. They either avoided her gaze or shot her a death glare. With a sigh, she walked out the room to collect her stuff.
“All this to get laid, totally not worth it with some hottie” she mumbled, pissed off at herself for screwing up. “It’s all
Willow’s fault” she paused, contemplating this. As she walked out the house, she looked back. No one had even come out to say goodbye.
“I don’t need them. I don’t need anybody. One of these days though…they’ll wish this hadn’t happened.” Plotting her revenge, she walked down the street.
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Willow had woken up on something hard. She kept her eyes closed, trying not to panic.
“I’m going to bed sacrificed, aren’t I? This is a sacrificial alter and I’m just lying on it! I need to escape, but how? Damn it! I can’t believe I finally get a chance to die and be with Tara and it’s so some baddie can…well, do something. Where do sacrificed souls go? Oh no, I’m going to go to some limbo, or, or Hell!” She heard a movement behind her and sat up, turning round. It was then that she noticed she wasn’t tied up and was in fact on a floor. She glanced around once more, trying to find the source of the laughter. She came face to face with someone she thought she’d never see again.
“Willow, baby? Speak to me…please?” Tara whispered, worry etched on her beautiful features.
“Tara? Oh my Gods and Goddess’, is it really you?” Willow reached out attentively, placing a hand softly on Tara’s cheek. “It really is…I’ve missed you so baby, I never stopped love you” Willow said breathlessly.
“I kn…”The rest was cut off as Tara felt a pair of plump lips connect with her own. Lips she knew so well, but hadn’t felt in too long. The kiss was long and chaste, two halves of the same being reacquainted. Willow moaned into Tara’s mouth, relishing the feel of her lover’s lips against hers once again. Reluctantly, they pulled apart.
“Willow, I need to tell you something…”
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Buffy was pacing manically when another bright light filled the small kitchen. She spun round, looking hopeful.
“Willow? Where did you go, we‘ve been worried sick!” She asked, relieved.
“No, but I do need to talk to Buffy Summers, the original Slayer. Also, anyone who was close to Willow Rosenburg any Tara Maclay” A strange man asked, looking around the room. “Anyone else, I’m afraid I must ask you to leave.”
“Who are you?” Buffy questioned…
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Sorry about the slight cliffhanger people. The next chapter will be mainly Willow/Tara having a discussion. Thanks for reading & for the support!
I#ll post feedbakc replied tomorrow, I'm exhausted! It's only just past midnight here, but I didn't get much sleep last night :'). So, happy reading and goodnight Kittens!
