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Mourning My Loss: Chapter 16
Mourning My Loss
By: Oracle Of Magic
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the BTVS characters, they are the property of Joss Whedon, and Mutant Enemy productions. No copyright infringement is intended. I am writing this story purely for enjoyment.
Rating: R. for language and adult themes.
Summary: This fic is set after the end of season 6, but before the beginning of season 7. Willow was treated in the US for what she did, and is now back at Buffy’s house trying to deal with the pain of losing Tara.
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Part 16
We’re so lost in each other we don’t even notice the wind swirling around us. Finally we reluctantly pull away from each other. She gives me one last hug and turns to go. She doesn't get very far, though, before she walks into a wall. “W-what happened?” she asks, confused, rubbing her forehead.
“What do you mean?” I reply. Then I look around the room, we’re back in our room! Not that sound stage. Our room! Together! Both of us! I race to the window and look outside. It’s our room, we’re back.
We meet in the center of the room, pulling each other into a deep embrace. “Is it real? Am I really here Willow?” Tara asks softly. I just nod, I can’t form words. “I love you.” I mouth that I love her too.
We stand there for I don’t know how long, just holding each other. Then I suddenly get a panicked look. “The baby!” I shout.
The room glows, and a voice suddenly speaks out. “Your baby is just fine.”
“But we, I mean we,” Tara says.
“You chose the life of your child,” the voice finishes.
“Yes we did,” I say. “Is this just a dream?”
“No child, it’s real,” the voice answers softly. “Tara and you are both back, and you are still carrying your child.”
“How can this be happening?” I ask, holding Tara closer. “Who are you?”
“I am the Goddess,” she answers.
“As in THE Goddess?” Tara asks.
“That’s correct child,” she answers. We both open our mouths to speak, but she gently stops us. “It’s alright, I know what you’re going to ask me. I’ll try to explain it in terms you can understand. I think you should sit down.”
We do as we’re told, sitting down, holding each other close, not wanting to break contact. “I heard your pleas Willow, I saw what happened while you were there. The bargain offered you, and how you two refused it. You were willing to sacrifice your relationship for your child. You love each other that much. And in that moment, I saw how deep your love truly is. So I interceded. I brought you back Tara. A love like yours I will not let be taken from this earth.”
We sit there stunned. “T-thank you,” Tara stutters.
“Thank you so much,” I say. “Thank you.”
“Your welcome,” she answers. “Now just rest, you both need it. I’ve changed the memories of all those concerned. As far as the world can tell, Tara never died, the bullet missed. The memories are too deeply ingrained in you and your friends, I believe you call them the Scoobies?”
“That’s right,” I answer.
“You will have two sets of memories, those of the events that originally came to pass. And those that happened because of my interceding. You will have to deal with the pain and loss, but together, I know you two can do anything. Take care of each other, and your twins, my children,” she say. “Blessed be your lives, love, and family.”
With that, the glow fades and the voice is gone. Tara and I sit there on the bed for a while, too stunned to move. Then we slowly turn to each other, the memories the Goddess gave us filtering into our minds. We smile at each other broadly.
“You’re really here,” I whisper.
“Here with you,” Tara adds. She pulls me into a soft kiss, gently easing us both down onto the bed, never losing contact with each other. We finally break the kiss, still holding each other close, our foreheads touching.
Just then there’s a soft knock on the door. I answer automatically for whoever it is to come in, too wrapped up in being with Tara to think straight.
“Hey Willow, I just wanted you to know we’re all going to be here for you. You wont be going through this, alone….?” Xander trails off.
“Ouch!” Dawn squeaks, bumping into Xander. “Why did you…. Tara!!” Dawn quickly pushes past Xander and runs over to hug my Tara. “You’re back! This is real! Wow!!” Dawn shouts excitedly.
I smile, a real smile, watching as Dawn gives Tara the biggest hug possible. I look over to Xander who’s standing there looking dumbfounded. “It’s ok Xander,” I answer his unasked question. “Everything’s ok now.”
“I missed you so much,” Dawn cries. “Losing you was like losing mom all over again.”
Tara smiles, gently reassuring Dawn. Xander leans up against the door, trying hard not to fall over from shock. “How? When? How?” he asks, mouth agape.
I open my mouth to speak, but instead, a yawn comes out.
“I’m sorry,” I start. Tara places her finger on my lips.
“It’s ok, sweetie, you’re sleepy,” she says. “That spell must have taken a lot out of you. Not to mention you’re carrying our baby.” She rubs her hand lightly against my tummy. I smile at her, she understands, she always does.
It’s then I notice Buffy standing there quietly, a grin spread across her face, I look at her, and she understands, quickly ushering the others out of the room. “Welcome back Tara,” she says quietly, shutting the door.
I look back at Tara, all the while grinning. It’s then I notice I’m still wearing my PJ’s, I look at Tara and realize she’s wearing hers as well. “What in the frilly heck?” I start.
“Shh, there’ll be time for that later,” Tara tells me. “Right now it’s time to get you to bed.”
“I think you’ve already done that,” I say with a grin.
“I mean to sleep, baby,” she grins back.
“Aww,” I mock argue.
“I insist,” she says in that “stern” voice of hers. “Our baby needs the rest.”
“Our baby, I love the sound of that,” I say. She quickly gets us both settled into bed, tucked us under the warm fluffy covers. I lay my head on her chest, listening to her heart beat, my arm draped over her stomach.
She has one arm around me, holding me close to her. Her other hand resting on my belly, where our child is growing. “I love you,” she tells me.
“I love you too,” I whisper back before starting to drift into a peaceful sleep. Wrapped in Tara’s arms, our baby protected between us. It’s only a few minutes before she drifts off as well, her hand never leaving my stomach.
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Epilogue
As the Goddess watches from above, a robed figure slowly approaches. “Come in,” the Goddess says. The figure walks up, clad in a purple robe. She looks down at the image of the two witches sleeping snuggled together.
“They look so happy,” the figure says.
“That’s because they’re in love,” the Goddess answers. “You did well.”
“Thank you Goddess,” the figure answers. “Though they passed this test, how will they deal with those to come?” she thinks.
“They truly did prove their love,” the Goddess says. “You did your part well, my friend.”
The Goddess’ voice snapping her out of her thought. The figure slowly lifts her hood and turns to the Goddess. “Yes they did. I’m just glad they ended up together again. If ever a couple deserved to be together, it was these two,” the figure finally says. The Goddess smiles.
“I agree. Their union and family are blessed,” the Goddess answers. “I hated putting them through such a trial, and I never meant to give the impression that Tara was in hell, far from it. There was just no other way to test them, I do hope someday they can come to understand.” She looks at the Goddess of Resurrection and they both smile. Then the Goddess waves her hand, and the image of Willow and Tara slowly fades from the reflecting pool. Letting them sleep, contented in their love.
But before the image fades totally, Willow sits up straight, pulling Tara up with her. “What’s wrong honey? Are you feeling sick again?” Tara asks.
“No, I’m ok,” Willow asks. “Uh Tara?”
“Yes honey?” she replies.
“Did she say twins?!” Willow shouts.
The End
So, whatcha think? I know these last two chapters got a bit cliche, but I darn it, I wanted a happy ending. Please review, I really value your fb. Good or bad, I want to know what you think.
Blessed Be,
Sarah
By: Oracle Of Magic
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the BTVS characters, they are the property of Joss Whedon, and Mutant Enemy productions. No copyright infringement is intended. I am writing this story purely for enjoyment.
Rating: R. for language and adult themes.
Summary: This fic is set after the end of season 6, but before the beginning of season 7. Willow was treated in the US for what she did, and is now back at Buffy’s house trying to deal with the pain of losing Tara.
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Part 16
We’re so lost in each other we don’t even notice the wind swirling around us. Finally we reluctantly pull away from each other. She gives me one last hug and turns to go. She doesn't get very far, though, before she walks into a wall. “W-what happened?” she asks, confused, rubbing her forehead.
“What do you mean?” I reply. Then I look around the room, we’re back in our room! Not that sound stage. Our room! Together! Both of us! I race to the window and look outside. It’s our room, we’re back.
We meet in the center of the room, pulling each other into a deep embrace. “Is it real? Am I really here Willow?” Tara asks softly. I just nod, I can’t form words. “I love you.” I mouth that I love her too.
We stand there for I don’t know how long, just holding each other. Then I suddenly get a panicked look. “The baby!” I shout.
The room glows, and a voice suddenly speaks out. “Your baby is just fine.”
“But we, I mean we,” Tara says.
“You chose the life of your child,” the voice finishes.
“Yes we did,” I say. “Is this just a dream?”
“No child, it’s real,” the voice answers softly. “Tara and you are both back, and you are still carrying your child.”
“How can this be happening?” I ask, holding Tara closer. “Who are you?”
“I am the Goddess,” she answers.
“As in THE Goddess?” Tara asks.
“That’s correct child,” she answers. We both open our mouths to speak, but she gently stops us. “It’s alright, I know what you’re going to ask me. I’ll try to explain it in terms you can understand. I think you should sit down.”
We do as we’re told, sitting down, holding each other close, not wanting to break contact. “I heard your pleas Willow, I saw what happened while you were there. The bargain offered you, and how you two refused it. You were willing to sacrifice your relationship for your child. You love each other that much. And in that moment, I saw how deep your love truly is. So I interceded. I brought you back Tara. A love like yours I will not let be taken from this earth.”
We sit there stunned. “T-thank you,” Tara stutters.
“Thank you so much,” I say. “Thank you.”
“Your welcome,” she answers. “Now just rest, you both need it. I’ve changed the memories of all those concerned. As far as the world can tell, Tara never died, the bullet missed. The memories are too deeply ingrained in you and your friends, I believe you call them the Scoobies?”
“That’s right,” I answer.
“You will have two sets of memories, those of the events that originally came to pass. And those that happened because of my interceding. You will have to deal with the pain and loss, but together, I know you two can do anything. Take care of each other, and your twins, my children,” she say. “Blessed be your lives, love, and family.”
With that, the glow fades and the voice is gone. Tara and I sit there on the bed for a while, too stunned to move. Then we slowly turn to each other, the memories the Goddess gave us filtering into our minds. We smile at each other broadly.
“You’re really here,” I whisper.
“Here with you,” Tara adds. She pulls me into a soft kiss, gently easing us both down onto the bed, never losing contact with each other. We finally break the kiss, still holding each other close, our foreheads touching.
Just then there’s a soft knock on the door. I answer automatically for whoever it is to come in, too wrapped up in being with Tara to think straight.
“Hey Willow, I just wanted you to know we’re all going to be here for you. You wont be going through this, alone….?” Xander trails off.
“Ouch!” Dawn squeaks, bumping into Xander. “Why did you…. Tara!!” Dawn quickly pushes past Xander and runs over to hug my Tara. “You’re back! This is real! Wow!!” Dawn shouts excitedly.
I smile, a real smile, watching as Dawn gives Tara the biggest hug possible. I look over to Xander who’s standing there looking dumbfounded. “It’s ok Xander,” I answer his unasked question. “Everything’s ok now.”
“I missed you so much,” Dawn cries. “Losing you was like losing mom all over again.”
Tara smiles, gently reassuring Dawn. Xander leans up against the door, trying hard not to fall over from shock. “How? When? How?” he asks, mouth agape.
I open my mouth to speak, but instead, a yawn comes out.
“I’m sorry,” I start. Tara places her finger on my lips.
“It’s ok, sweetie, you’re sleepy,” she says. “That spell must have taken a lot out of you. Not to mention you’re carrying our baby.” She rubs her hand lightly against my tummy. I smile at her, she understands, she always does.
It’s then I notice Buffy standing there quietly, a grin spread across her face, I look at her, and she understands, quickly ushering the others out of the room. “Welcome back Tara,” she says quietly, shutting the door.
I look back at Tara, all the while grinning. It’s then I notice I’m still wearing my PJ’s, I look at Tara and realize she’s wearing hers as well. “What in the frilly heck?” I start.
“Shh, there’ll be time for that later,” Tara tells me. “Right now it’s time to get you to bed.”
“I think you’ve already done that,” I say with a grin.
“I mean to sleep, baby,” she grins back.
“Aww,” I mock argue.
“I insist,” she says in that “stern” voice of hers. “Our baby needs the rest.”
“Our baby, I love the sound of that,” I say. She quickly gets us both settled into bed, tucked us under the warm fluffy covers. I lay my head on her chest, listening to her heart beat, my arm draped over her stomach.
She has one arm around me, holding me close to her. Her other hand resting on my belly, where our child is growing. “I love you,” she tells me.
“I love you too,” I whisper back before starting to drift into a peaceful sleep. Wrapped in Tara’s arms, our baby protected between us. It’s only a few minutes before she drifts off as well, her hand never leaving my stomach.
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Epilogue
As the Goddess watches from above, a robed figure slowly approaches. “Come in,” the Goddess says. The figure walks up, clad in a purple robe. She looks down at the image of the two witches sleeping snuggled together.
“They look so happy,” the figure says.
“That’s because they’re in love,” the Goddess answers. “You did well.”
“Thank you Goddess,” the figure answers. “Though they passed this test, how will they deal with those to come?” she thinks.
“They truly did prove their love,” the Goddess says. “You did your part well, my friend.”
The Goddess’ voice snapping her out of her thought. The figure slowly lifts her hood and turns to the Goddess. “Yes they did. I’m just glad they ended up together again. If ever a couple deserved to be together, it was these two,” the figure finally says. The Goddess smiles.
“I agree. Their union and family are blessed,” the Goddess answers. “I hated putting them through such a trial, and I never meant to give the impression that Tara was in hell, far from it. There was just no other way to test them, I do hope someday they can come to understand.” She looks at the Goddess of Resurrection and they both smile. Then the Goddess waves her hand, and the image of Willow and Tara slowly fades from the reflecting pool. Letting them sleep, contented in their love.
But before the image fades totally, Willow sits up straight, pulling Tara up with her. “What’s wrong honey? Are you feeling sick again?” Tara asks.
“No, I’m ok,” Willow asks. “Uh Tara?”
“Yes honey?” she replies.
“Did she say twins?!” Willow shouts.
The End
So, whatcha think? I know these last two chapters got a bit cliche, but I darn it, I wanted a happy ending. Please review, I really value your fb. Good or bad, I want to know what you think.
Blessed Be,
Sarah