I know that I also promised more replies... but... er... give me a day? Things have been really busy lately, hence the tiny updates... the next one should hopefully be larger as I have a whole heck of alot of information to get out.
Here We Go!
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Previously in "There You Are"
“Ghaena’s in trouble”, the slayer said before quickly turning and backtracking her movements.
“What are you doing?” the slayer berated the dark-haired woman, “Why aren’t you helping her?”
Morrigan stayed silent, only watching.
Buffy made a move to step past the priestess, but Morrigan put up a hand to stop her.
“Don’t”, she said simply, “It will pull you down too.”
“Buffy, be careful!” Willow hollered after her.
“It will do no good”, Morrigan said softly, “See how it hunts her.”
“What are we going to do?” asked Tara, her eyes wide with fear.
“Simple”, she stated, “I command the wood.” The dark lady looked back to where Buffy lay struggling now with Ghaena. Raising her hand, she quietly muttered, “Teasairg.”
Suddenly, the dangerous vines began to retreat into the ground, leaving Buffy and Ghaena lying on top of the cold dirt, gasping for breath.
“We should go", said Morrigan, "I’m not sure how long the darkness will remain at bay.”
“Alright”, agreed Buffy, “Back to the house. But you’ve got a lot of explaining to do.” She said the last staring pointedly at both priestesses. We now return to our previously scheduled program:
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The walk home was a silent one. Willow and Tara were in the lead, with Ghaena and Morrigan behind them and Buffy bringing up the rear so that she could better keep an eye on the two Irishwomen.
Tara held Willow’s hand tightly, occasionally stealing worried glances in her wife’s direction. Her concern was understandable, the redhead appeared to be in a state of mild shock, her eyes wide, her jaw clenched, she stared off into the space ahead of her.
“Willow?” she probed gently. “Sweetie?” The hacker turned her head to look at her. “Are you okay?”
“I’m just kind of… whoa, you know?” Willow answered.
Tara nodded in understanding and squeezed their held hands reassuringly.
“I mean”, the redhead went on, “something out there wants to hurt us. Wants to hurt Emily. We’ve all been in danger before. Emily too. But this just seems so… personal.”
“Willow…” Tara whispered softly, “I know that you’re going think… well… you might think that I’m a little crazy for saying this…”
“What?” she asked softly.
“I believe…that is… I don’t think that we bound”, she sent an indicative glance toward Morrigan, “… to the tree. I think it was Morgan.”
“What makes you so sure?” Willow queried.
“Didn’t you feel it?” Tara continued to keep her voice low. “The magick. The stuff coming off the tree was totally dark. But when … she… cast the off the roots, everything felt lighter, like it had been touched by absolute good.”
“But why did she wait so long to do anything?” asked her wife. “Why did she act like she was just going to leave Ghaena to die?”
Tara let out a long sigh. “I don’t know”, she answered honestly.
“Do you think we can still trust Ghaena?”
“I think so”, the blonde replied.
“Maybe we should let her step up Emily’s training”, Willow offered. “This… thing… whoever it is, whatever it is, I want her to have some kind of defense against it.”
“I agree”, Tara concurred.
They arrived back at the Summers’ residence in one piece just as the sun was beginning it’s descent beneath the horizon. Willow and Tara explained their concerns regarding Emily’s training, and the brunette agreed to meet with them after school the next day to begin a more accelerated regimen. The couple then excused themselves, explaining that they had promised to pick-up their girls before nightfall and headed quickly in the direction of Sheila’s home.
The two priestesses turned to leave as well, but Buffy intercepted them, giving Morrigan a particularly cold stare.
“I don’t trust you.” She stated evenly. “How anyone can just stand by and watch their so-called friend fight for their life while you do nothing, doesn’t exactly scream ‘good-guy’.”
“Buffy, Morrigan’s actions were understandable given the circumstances”, said Ghaena.
“On what planet?” the slayer asked, shocked at Ghaena’s apparent nonchalance.
“I am immortal”, the brunette stated, as if that explained everything away.
“So?” Buffy replied. “I’ve killed plenty of immortals in my day. Immortal doesn’t mean you can’t die.”
“She is a true immortal”, Morrigan stepped in. “One of the only. She is blessed by the Goddess herself and cannot be killed.”
“I mean, don’t get me wrong, the idea of being tortured by angry tree roots underground until I found a way to get out didn’t exactly appeal to me”, Ghaena commented wryly, “But my life was not in danger.”
“You’re awfully calm for someone who was screaming their lungs out for help”, Buffy snarled. “You harm one hair on my goddaughter’s head and I swear, I will find a way to kill you, and I’ll make it painful.”
Ghaena nodded at the slayer, in a way that could have been considered a small bow, before taking her leave of the slayer’s front yard, Morrigan quietly in tow.
“And you”, Buffy called to the dark-haired priestess, “You’re not off the hook either. Just because your ‘friend’ can’t be killed doesn’t explain what took you so long to act. I’m not sure what you did to call off that tree, but it seemed simple enough. I don’t recall you even breaking a sweat. So you be aware, I’m watching you too. You look at Willow or Tara or anyone in their family so much as sideways…”
“I understand”, Morrigan smiled, “You’re loyalty to your family is more than admirable. I shall be on my best behavior.” With that she turned and went to catch up with Ghaena who was now further down the road, nearing the intersection.
Buffy watched them go intently. Her focus on the retreating women so great, that she did not notice the Raven perched in a small tree across the street, scrutinizing her every move.
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TBC...