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Chapter 10:

The Mind Plays Tricks but where are the Treats?


“Rich-” Kennedy’s voice is shaky, “How?-You’re-” The teenager backs slowly down the stairs. “You’re not real.” Tara looks toward the stairs as Kennedy’s voice gets louder. “You’re dead!”

“Death sounds so final-couldn’t we just say I’m vacationing?” says the First with a smirk.

The young would-be Slayer closes her eyes and repeats, “You’re not real-you’re not.” She feels a hand on her back and turns to see Tara and Willow. “Tara?” tears are falling now as she moves into the blonde’s arms.

Willow’s eyes lock with those of the Kennedy’s watcher-though she knows it is not possible. “Nice parlor trick-” she comments. “But no one’s impressed.”

“You will be.” smirks the imposter as the image disappears in a flash of lights.

Willow turns to check on Tara and Kennedy. She can’t help but smile sadly as she sees her lover holding the one that would replace her. No-not replace her no one could ever do that. She was her heart-her soul, but this girl standing scared in front of her would one day be hers as well. The thought of it still felt wrong, though Tara seemed to want it. This confused her most of all. Finally the redhead is able to stop the inner babble and focus her attention on the others. “Everyone okay?”

“Think so,” states the blonde. “Kennedy?”

The teenager steps back from the safety of Tara’s arms and nods, “Fine,” she lies as she starts back up the stairs.

“Come sit with us I’ll fix some tea and we’ll talk to Buffy,” Tara tries to get through to the scared young Slayer to be.

Willow without waiting for an answer takes Kennedy’s hand, “Come ‘ere-” she leads her through the hall and into the living room as Tara watches them on her way to the kitchen.

In the living room Kennedy paces, “That thing that pretended to be Ri-my watcher-is that what you’ve been dreaming about?”

“The First-” says Willow as she nods.

“How did it-” her words stop. “He looked so real.”

“I don’t know-didn’t know it could-maybe it wasn’t. It could have been something totally unrelated. Life on the hellmouth-” she stops her babble.

Later the gang is all together-Kennedy is there too-now an official Scooby. Giles speaks, “It seems the First can take the form of any dead person.”

“Nice to know,” quips Buffy, “So if it wants it can be -” before she can finish a form appears. “Mom-mommy?”

“Oh Buffy-” the First responds then changes form from Joyce to Spike, then Dru, the Master and the Mayor-

The Slayer stands ready to fight. She swings and her fists goes right through the mayor, he smiles, “I see violence among youth is still a problem Miss Summers.” Kennedy now stands at her side though Willow tries to stop her, she picks up a book and hurls it at him. Instantly regretting it she grabs her side in pain. Tara moves beside her-she touches her shoulder. Again the mayor talks, “I like this one-she's like my Faith so full of anger-”

This time it is Willow who advances on the form the energy from her outstretched hand hits the First and surges through him. “Stay away from her-”

The form changes again now Buffy stands in front of her-or the First as Buffy, “Willow you can’t save everyone.” She smiles and her eyes fall on Tara and then the young would be Slayer. “Can you choose?” With a chilling laugh the First in all forms vanishes.

Willow stands in shock, tears streaming down her face. Tara pulls her into a tight hug as the real Buffy walks to her best friend. “Will?”

“I can’t do this-” she tries to pull out of Tara’s arms but as she does she runs into Kennedy, their eyes meet.

Speaking softly the teenager puts her hands on the redhead’s arms, “You can-you’re strong that’s why that-that thing is focusing on you. It knows you can stop it.”

“I can’t -I need-” she looks back searching for Tara. “Baby?” she turns to her, “I’m sorry.” Tara wraps her girl in her arms and the redhead falls apart sobbing.

A few hours later Kennedy knocks lightly on the door to the witches’ room. “It’s open,” comes Tara’s soft words. Kennedy opens it and steps inside. She sees Tara leaning against the headboard, the redhead is sitting on her lap sleeping, her head rests on her girl’s shoulder, her arms are wrapped around her waist. “Hey-how’s the research?”

Kennedy shakes her head, “Slow-boring-I had to get out for awhile.” She looks at the redhead again, “How’s she?”

“Just finally got her calm-she’s been asleep for about twenty minutes.” She kisses the top of her head. Willow shifts slightly and they both hold their breath hoping she doesn’t wake up.

“You should get something to eat-it’s late and you missed lunch.” Her eyes meet the blonde’s and for the first time she realizes how blue they are. She can’t help but smile-but she does bury the urge to flirt.

“Don’t want her to wake up alone-” she looks again at her redhead-her face full of worry.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Always put everyone else first?” states the young would be Slayer.

Tara smiles, “With her it’s easy.”

Kennedy nods her understanding, “Yeah-I get that.” They are quiet for a beat and the teenager speaks, “I can stay with her.”

Tara looks at her and then slowly nods realizing that Kennedy should learn to comfort the redhead as well-soon it would be her job alone. “Okay-if she starts to wake up just-” she smiles trying to hid the blush that threatens to cover her cheeks, “Just rub her tummy.” Kennedy’s eyes meet Tara’s and she looks a little unsure, “It’s okay-I-” her words stop deciding now isn’t the time to reveal anymore details of her lover’s dreams. “It’s the only thing that helps.”

“Right-got it. Rub her tummy.” Tara carefully slides from under her girl and Kennedy moves into her place. Tara watches as Willow settles back in and hugs the young Slayer to be. She snuggles against her-Kennedy seems a little uncomfortable. “This is really weird with you here-like getting caught with someone else’s girl.”

“That’s happened before?” questions Tara with a smile.

“Just once-learned my lesson. Won’t happen again,” she assures the blonde.

“Take care of her while I’m gone.” The finality of Tara’s words not lost on the teenager.

“Promise-you can count on me.”

“I know-that‘s why-.” Her words stop as Tara forces away the pain of not being there for her girl. She touches Kennedy’s shoulder with her hand and then leaves.

Kennedy looks down at the woman in her arms, “I’m here-I won’t let anything hurt you-not ever.”

In her world of dreams-or more appropriately nightmares Willow is again lost. Flashes of destruction, buildings crumbling, bombs exploding girls screaming-she starts to mumble- “No-can’t-hmmm-stop-”

Kennedy tightens her arms around the redhead and kisses her head, “Shhhh-you’re okay-”

Willow continues to whine- “No-Buffy-Faith-Kennedy!”

Deciding that the dreams must stop she moves her hand to Willow's tummy and begins to rub gently. “It’s okay-I got you Red-shhhh.” The redhead begins to settle as the words and the touch chase the nightmares away. Kennedy doesn’t stop afraid they will return.

The redhead smiles as more dreams start, she feels lips press against hers and fingers trace paths on her skin. Shivering she deepens the kiss, lips open and close against lips, and tongues begin to explore as hands slide clothes away.

Skin against skin as shiny, slick bodies move together. Willow moans and then presses kisses down the body under her. She smiles at the moan it causes. Then squeals as she finds herself turned and now the one on her back. She gets lost as she feels hands and then lips on her, teasing-tantalizing-and screams her release as the tongue ring sends her over the edge.

Willow’s eyes fly open and she looks at the young woman who holds her. Kennedy has a smirk on her face, “Just guessing but I’d say not a bad dream this time?”

Willow blushes, “You’d be right,” she looks down at the teenager’s hand still tracing circles on her stomach as she tries to calm her breathing. ‘God-does she know what she’s doing to me after-no-cause she doesn’t know so don’t blow this-relax.’ The inner babble finally stop.

Kennedy quickly moves her hand away, “Sorry-Tara said-it helps with the nightmares I didn’t mean-”

“It does-no nightmares-”

“Right-cause you woke up with the smiling and there was moa-” she stops and slides from under the redhead. “I’ll get Tara.” The teenager bolts from the room causing Willow to smile.



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