I got the idea while watching T/D interact and after Tara's comment about veggies. It's not too spoilerish just the rumors that you've heard. It's better if you read this one before going on to Another market day, but it's not absolutely necessary.
Please let me know what you think.
TITLE: THIS LITLLE WICCAN WENT TO MARKET
THIS LITTLE WICCAN WENT TO PLAY
AUTHOR: NIKA
PAIRING: W/T RATING: PG-13
DISCALIMERS: THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THE SOTRY BELONG TO JOSS WHEDON, MUTANT ENEMY, U.P.N AND OTHER MEDIA MAGNATES.
I'M JUST PLAYING WITH THEM, I'LL PUT THEM BACK WHEN I'M DONE.
PLEASE DON'T CALL WOLFRAM&HEART.
FEEDBACK: YES PLEASE, NOURISHMENT IS IMPORTANT.
E-MAIL: latinnika@yahoo.es
SUMMARY: WILLOW AND TARA ONE FINE MARKET DAY.
NOTE: A BIG THANK YOU TO NATALIE MOSS FOR THE IDEAS.
NATTY YOU ROCK!
THIS LITTLE WICCAN WENT TO MARKET...
THIS LITTLE WICCAN WENT TO PLAY...
Both Willow and Tara were excited about being at the super market on Saturday morning.
Usually picking out brands of tooth paste and sorting out big questions like fabric softener or detergent with softener included was not a get nervous type of experience. Yet they were both fidgety and looked sort of out of place in between the endless aisles of food amongst all the middle aged house wives struggling here and there with their boisterous kids.
But this was after all their first shopping experience as sort of adults and sort of surrogate parents. After the slayers untimely demise, the couple had moved into the Summers home to look after Dawn.
The transition had not been an easy one, so much had happened in the last few months it was difficult to just keep up with the day to day events. First finding out that Dawn was a dimensional key, then Joyce passing away, Tara's temporary insanity and the final straw that broke the camels back Buffy Summers death. The Scooby gang had faced difficult times before, but this was different, maybe Buffy had managed to save the world yet again, but not herself, not this time. That one horrible fact did bring to pass another type of Apocalypse, it was the end of days for a younger, happier, more innocent Scooby gang.
They all felt the change, the weight of a time hellishly lived upon their shoulders. They all felt older, at least older than their I.D years. Dawn had stayed with Giles for the first few days, but she soon got home sick, she needed some sort of connection to her vanished family. The house full of memories was all she really had left of her mother and sister.
The former watcher couldn't just move out of his mortgaged house and into the Summers home and as much as he loved Dawn, he now had to give serious thought about his future after the Slayer. He would stay for as long as he was needed, the rest of the kids were like his family too, but he also had unfinished business in England and that was something he couldn't deny or ignore any longer. He also couldn't help feeling that he hadn't been the best choice of a watcher for Buffy. At some point he had crossed a line that was not meant to be crossed in his line of work, he felt he had lost his place as a guide and mentor. There were many things on the Englishman's mind and they all pointed to the same conclusion, he would leave Sunnydale as soon as it was possible.
Xander and Anya were concentrating on making a life with each other and amongst all the pain, the wedding plans were a welcome distraction for the couple and a good excuse to feel renewed hope and some sense of happiness. Even if for the time being those plans were kept a secret, Xander believed it was too soon after Buffy's death to make the announcement, it didn't feel like it was a time for a party yet.
The whole group pulled together to talk about Dawns future, Dawn included. They all agreed that the best possible solution was for Willow and Tara to move into the house with her. Her father wasn't an option he was practically a stranger and she loved being with the two Wiccans. She adored Willow like a second sister and she felt a special connection with Tara that she didn't share with anyone else. The teen promised she would try to be on her best conduct and that she would stay in school, keeping her grades on track so they wouldn't try to take her away.
Willow repaired the Buffy-bot to keep up the façade of the Slayer being alive.
The gang knew that if word got out that the Slayer was dead all Hell might break loose
-literally- speaking. The bot functioned fine for their purposes, it helped with the slaying and made needed public appearances at Dawn's school activities and such.
The Scoobies still couldn't completely trust or accept Spike as a part of their group, but they tried their best to at least be civil. They had to admit he was a big help patrolling and at times taking care of Dawn.
Spike had made a promise to Buffy and so far he was keeping his word. Nothing bad was going to happen to the niblet if he could help it. Vampires shed few tears in their undead lives and Spike had spilled many when Buffy had died. Even he didn't know how many he still had left, until they flowed freely at seeing the slayers prone, shattered body on top of the rubble. At that moment he could have sworn he had a heart and soul, because at that moment he felt both of them breaking.
This death was a part of their lives, part of growing up. That's what they were all doing, moving forward one day at a time. Getting up, going to school, working, patrolling, loving, crying and this morning shopping.
T: "So Colgate or Aqua-fresh?"
W: "Well the stripy one is prettier..."
T: "Shouldn't we be thinking more along the lines of which one has more fluoride or which is better for our budget?"
W: " Yes, but the stripy one makes the mouth all tingly like"
T: "You're incorrigible...don't give me that puppy eyed look... Colgate is cheaper...(sigh!) o.k, I give, here take the stripy one."
W: (smile) "You're too easy...I so have your number..." (Tara gives her a look) "And I just said that out loud huh?"
T: (Still giving Willow a look) "Uh-huh...but that's o.k I have quite a bit of your numbers as well, one of them happens to be 69 and I don't think you'll be seeing it any time soon." (evil smile).
W: (Blushing a little and looking rattled ) "Awww, honey you don't mean that.(looking worried) No seriously, you don't mean that right?"
T: (Trying hard not to laugh, keeping a poker face.) "You have my number, you tell me...wait is that ringing I hear? ( mimic of holding a phone) must be Willow dialing my number...Sorry to inform this line has been disconnected (mimic of hanging up) Well that's that, now where's the Charmin?"
W: (Pouting) "My girlfriend the comedian...alright I repent...what's it going to take flowers, candy, he-he-he leather?"
T: (Another look, followed by a roll of the eyes.)
W: (Guilty smile, shrug of the shoulders) "Can't blame a girl for trying...Ragu or Prego?"
T: "I'd prefer neither, they're so full of preservatives...I'd like to make some from scratch"
W: " I know, that sauce you made the other day was yummy, but it's not so practical, you spent a good part of the morning making it and we don't always have that kind of time. (looking suddenly worried) And I'm not saying this to get on further end of your bad side...not that you really have one cause I love all your sides... your sides are great...what I mean is sometimes we have to hurry and make something before Dawn gets home from school..."
T: (Smiling) "Honey, calm down...it's o.k...I know what you mean, you're right, we do have to be practical...Take either they taste the same to me. And get that look off your face Goddess, I'm not going to send you to the couch just for making a suggestion and a good one at that."
W: (Visibly relaxing) " Good, I need my nightly quota of snuggles or else I just can't sleep properly."
T: (Arching an eyebrow ) "Changing strategies now? You know I'm a sucker for sweet talk"
W: "Then may I say...chocolate, candy canes, marshmallows, ice cream?" (Making bedroom eyes)
T: (Giggling) "Oh please stop, I may just faint dead at your feet" (said rather dramatically)
W: "Then I'd better get some foot powder...and have you been sneaking peeks at my drama class notes?"
T: "Silly girl." (Shaking her head in wonder)
W: "You're silly girls girlfriend so that would make you silly girl two, silly's silly girl or mrs. Silly if you prefer."
T: (Looking amazed that Willow could say all that in one breath.) "What? Could you repeat that 3 times really fast without stopping, please?"
W: (Beat) "Erm...I don't think so...you know what I mean."
T: (Smiling) "Yes, fortunately for you I have become an expert at Willow speak."
W: "Ah yes! My beautiful and talented girlfriend, gifted in all oral abilities...by that I mean language of course..." (winking)
T: "Mmhhmm, flattery- flattery, it will get you everywhere." (winking back)
W: (Lowering voice ) "Will it get me number 69 back on the speed dial?"
T: (Mock stern look) "Don't push your luck...we'll see..."
W: (Making shifty eyes) "I wonder...whose got whose number here? You know exactly how to make me crazy...and you enjoy it...Tara you're playing me."
T: (Thinking: like a guitar darling and you love it.) "I don't know what you're talking about, Oh look the sugary cereal you like is on sale two for one."
W: "Sure like I'm going to fall for the ol' changing the subject tri...oooh...Count Chokula two for one? Yummy, chocolate and teeny-weeny marshmallows...those cereal guys are geniuses for thinking of that, only not cause the Frankenberry is kind of yucky and...." (Babbling on about cereal formulas that work and cereal formulas that don't)
T Smiling and looking lovingly at her girl) "Goddess you gotta love her...note to self: get decaf."
W: ( Pauses in middle of speech) "Did you say something baby?"
T: "Nothing...you were saying something about the cereal leprechaun and the keebler elves?"
W: "Oh yeah...talk about nightmares..." *( More or less an undecipherable amount of Willow speak on different food groups and childhood trauma.)*
*( Note from author: I would never finish this story if I got on the subject of brussel sprouts, turnips, beef jerky and the very feared Jolly green giant. Thank you for your understanding, we will now return to our story.)*
They lay there intertwined their naked, sweating, writhing bodies. She begged her mistress for satisfaction as....oooops! (author blushing profusely) Sorry, that's a whole different story. Ahem! Back to our girls in the market :
T: "Honey, you've just cruised by most of the vegetable stands...don't you think we should at least get some broccoli?"
W: "Broccoli? I don't know...I don't want to come off as a parental tyrant. I still remember seeing my mother like a General when she said (Making a stern voice, with a German accent which is kind of funny cause her mother isn't German.) -You must eat your vegetables or no dessert- I mean, that should qualify as psychological abuse of power."
T: "Darling, I don't think Dawn will run away from home or report us to children services if we get some vegetables. She's a growing girl, she needs some greens in her diet."
W: "Greens? Couldn't we just color dye some pop-tarts?"
T: "I don't think so. I'll tell you what, we'll get some mushrooms too and when we serve them, I'll make them with cheese or sneak them in a yummy vegetable lasagna or home made pizza, how's that?"
W: "Home made pizza? O.K!"
T: (Looking suspicious) "So was that whole tyranny speech for Dawn's benefit or yours?"
W: (Looking guilty) " Well I, ummm...look there's a special on fruits"
T: "Fruity special, that's my baby." (said in a soft voice)
W: (Wagging eyebrows and smiling wickedly) "Hey Tara, wanna squeeze my melons and see if they're ripe?"
T: ( Tara turns around and nearly drops her oranges) "What?" (Sees Willow holding two melons up in front of her chest...Laughing ensues...) "What are you doing, you nut?"
W: (Looking down at her chest) "Some wishful thinking I guess (afterthought)...or my impression of you." (Smile)
T: (Shaking head and chuckling lightly) "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
W: (Getting closer) "No, this is..."(stealing a quick kiss on the lips)
T: (Blushing slightly and looking pleasantly surprised.) "You madam are a vixen and a fiend."
W: (Giggling and looking pleased with herself) "Why thank you dear lady."
T: "Mhhphh, you would take that as a compliment, wouldn't you? Seriously sweetie, let's stop fooling around, this shopping is taking us forever and we have to take Dawn to the mall later."
W: "Alright-alright, I'll try to be good, I promise."
T: (Unable to stop herself, leans in and bites Willow's earlobe while whispering...) "Oh but you're always good... very-very good."
W: (Willows turn to blush a little and look pleasantly surprised.) "Who's the vixen now? That just reminded me, did we get the whipped cream?"
T: "Two cans"(wink) " Now let's get back to shopping."
W: "Yes mam...( Picking through a variety of cucumbers, looking at the differences in length and width) "Well this brings back memories." (Tara gives another one of those looks, even worse than the first one.) "Uh-oh and I just said that one out loud too, huh?"
(Tara's ears turning red, invisible smoke coming out of them.) "I'm getting sent to the couch tonight, aren't I ?"
T: (Still glaring, crossing her arms across the chest.) "What do you think?"
W: " I think you'll find me in the pet section shopping for a nice dog house."
T: "Better make it a roomy one, you might be there for a while and while you're at it you might want to return one of the cans of whipped cream, I don't think we'll be needing it."
W: (Pouting and looking contrite) "Awww, honey...baby doll...sweetheart...don't be like that. I'm sorry...I didn't mean anything by it really...it was just, you know...like a random memory...it didn't mean anything really...truly baby you know you're the one I love and want that way don't you? (Tara looking away)...honey, don't you?"
T: (Looking at the floor) "I-I don't know...it's just that..."
W: ( Taking Tara's hand) "Honey...look at me...come on...that's better...listen to me, you're all that I want and need...you're the best I've ever had, all I will ever need for the rest of my life. When I'm with you I feel beyond complete no one...no one could ever top that. I love you, understand?"
T: (Still unsure) "Really?"
W: (Smiling) "Really-truly-absolutely"
T: "I love you too, I'm sorry I let all those insecurities shine through."
W: "Does that mean I don't have to return the whipped cream?"
T: (Sexy grin) "Baby that means you can even get the Hersheys chocolate."
(The last thing we see is a red head running for the candy aisle and a blonde grinning wildly while putting a basket of strawberries in her shopping cart. Sorry I can't tell you what happened when they got home, I'd have to change the rating, just use your imaginations.)
So life continued one day at a time.
TBC
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