Brown Eyes Blue

Clouded Vision

Willow is sitting on the bench in the back yard. She is staring up at the stars. Her face is still wet with tears that she can’t seem to control. As they continue to fall Tara walks out and over to her. She wraps her redhead in a blanket and holds her tightly. The blonde Wicca doesn’t speak she just looks at the stars with her girl.

After what seems like hours, but is actually just minutes the confused witch speaks softly, “I’m sorry.” Tara presses her lips to the back of her head. “I would never-” she stops but turns in Tara’s arms and puts her hand on the blonde’s cheek, she tries again, “Never-only you.” She looks down.

Tara touches her chin, lifts her head and their eyes meet. Concerned blue stare into sad, tear-filled green. “I know-” She kisses her lips softly and then leans her forehead against her soul mate's. “I know.” The redhead shivers as the cool night air finally chills her. “Let’s get you back in bed-under nice warm covers." Tara says. Willow’s tears begin to fall again. “Awe-Sweetie-shhhh.” She tightens her hold on the woman.

“I’m sorry-” are the sad confused words of her witch. The blonde cries now too.

In bed the next morning, just before sunrise, the blonde lays awake protectively spooned around her witch. Willow mumbles but doesn’t wake up. Tara presses her lips to her hair and worries.

Later that morning Tara is fixing breakfast-heart shaped pancakes, her redhead’s favorite. Willow comes down the stairs still in her pajamas. “Hey-” she says softly as she walks over to Tara. She puts her arms around her.

“Morning-” she kisses her softly on the lips then smiles, “Hungry?-I made your favorite.” Willow forces a smile them tries to stop a yawn but doesn’t succeed. “Did you sleep any?”

“A little-”

“Want to crawl back in bed-I’ll bring breakfast up to you?”

“I have class-”

“It wouldn’t hurt to miss just one,” says Tara concerned.

“I’m okay-it was just weird. You know?” She sits at the table and looks up at her girl.

“Yeah-guess it would be.” She sets two plates on the table and then sits across from Willow. “Want to tell me the rest of it?”

“You sure you want to hear it?-I mean I’d understand if you didn’t.”

“Will-if talking will help-then talk to me.”

Willow nods, “I was-we were-” she blushes slightly.

The blonde smiles, “Yeah-I got that part.”

“Right-” the redhead weighs her words not sure how to explain-how to tell the woman she loves more than life that she was with someone else.

“But it wasn’t me-was it, that you saw, felt?”

“No-it was.-Then it wasn’t. It was like-” she stops and fights to find words- “It was like-” again she stops.

“A threesome?” volunteers Tara as she tries not to blush.

“No-” Willow blushes then smiles, “I’ve never but no-I don’t think so-. It was like changing channels on the television-back and forth-”

“Magic maybe-someone trying to- I don’t know, control your thoughts?”

“Maybe-”

“But?”

“It seemed real.” As she says the words she looks away not wanting to see the hurt in Tara’s eyes and know she caused the pain.

Tara swallows hard and fights to stay composed, “What else did you see?”

“This house filled with teenaged girls-they were so scared-everyone was scared.”

Tara takes her hand and their fingers lace together. “Do you know why?”

Willow shakes her head- “No-but I feel like I should. Something isn’t right I can feel it.” Her eyes meet Tara’s, “It’s bad.”

“We should tell Buffy-”says Tara.

“Tell her what?”

“That we were- and-you-” she stops and an embarrassed smile crosses her face. “We can skip that part just tell her you have a bad feeling or we could do some research.”

“Where would we start?”

“We have a name-Kennedy, we start there.”

“I don’t know baby-I-”

“If she’s real, she’s in trouble Will.”

“Okay-”

“Okay.” Tara leans forward and kisses her lips. “Meet you at the Magic Box after class?”

Willow nods- “I love you.”

Tara smiles, “I know-and I love you. Now eat your breakfast.” The redhead does as she is told.

That night at the Magic Box Willow is frustrated. She closes the computer-Tara looks at her. “There’s just too many.”

“Try the DMV.”

“Drivers’ licenses-I didn’t think-” she kisses the blonde as she opens the laptop and types again.

Tara smiles, “You’re welcome." Willow smiles at her then goes back to the keyboard.

The door opens and Buffy walks in. “Hey guys.”

“Hey-”says Tara. Willow doesn’t look up. Buffy sits down beside the blonde Wicca. “I thought you were going out tonight?”

“Fell through-so I decided I’d hang out here till time to patrol. Are you researching?”

The hacker looks up at her friend- “Ah-” she looks at Tara. “DMV records.”

“Do I want to know why?”

“Maybe later-” says Willow as she looks back to the screen. She flips through picture after picture but without any luck.

Buffy watches unsure then looks at Tara, “So want to take a break and get a mocha?” Willow continues to work without even looking up.

Tara answers, “She’s had one too many already.”

Buffy nods, “Okay-then if you don’t need my help I think I’ll workout a little.” Without waiting for an answer she goes to the training room in the back of the store.

An hour later Willow looks up from the screen, her eyes meet Tara’s. The blonde speaks, “You found her?”

“Yeah-Kennedy Langdon. She lives in Boston, she’s 16-no what’s today?”

“Ah-the Friday the fifth-”

“She turned seventeen today.”

“So what now-now that we know she’s real?”

The redhead stands, “We tell Buffy-” she takes Tara’s hand and they walk toward the training room.

The three of them sit at the table, Buffy looks unsure- “Tell me again about the weapon Will.”

“It isn’t really clear-it’s like an axe only not, with a stake like thing on one end.”

“And you gave it to this girl and told her to take it to me.”

“Pretty much-”says Willow. Tara glances at her catching her half truth and looks at the Slayer.

“I’ll call Giles see if he knows what this thing is.”

“And the girl?” asks Tara.

“Is she in danger?”

“I can’t be sure.”

“Let’s see what Giles thinks.” Willow nods and Buffy goes to the phone.

Tara’s eyes meet Willow’s- “What aren’t you telling her?”

“She’s a Slayer-”

“Does that mean Faith-”

“Angel would have called-wouldn’t he?”

Late that night Willow is pacing in the living room. She is carrying the phone, finally she dials, “Angel-it’s Willow-ah Buffy?- No she’s good. I- I had a really weird dream, not a dream actually well that part doesn’t matter. Angel is Faith okay?” She listens to him and nods- “You saw her yesterday-okay then that's all I needed, thanks.” Silence again while she listens- “I’ll tell her. Night.” She sits on the couch and stares at the computer screen Kennedy’s DMV picture is there. “Who are you?-What does this mean?”

Tara comes down the stairs and sits beside her, “Faith okay?”

“Yeah-” she stops and smiles. “How did you know I called?”

“I know you-it’s been a long day, come to bed.”

“I can’t sleep-my head is just, it’s too noisey.”

“I can stop that.” She bites her bottom lip and smiles seductively at the redhead. She leans forward and kisses her. She pulls out of the kiss and their eyes meet.

Willow smiles as she leans in and their lips meet again. The kiss intensifies as their lips open and close against each other in a steady rhythm. Tara pulls back needing air- out of breath she speaks, “W-we should move this up stairs.” She stands and takes the witch’s hand.

Their eyes meet, “I need to research-find out about the weapon.” She stands and puts her arms around her girl then kisses her again chastely. “Okay?”

“Okay-want help?”

“Yeah- I do.” She kisses her again then walks across the room and picks up two old texts. She walks back and hands one to Tara- “Try Indian-maybe Incan-maybe older I’m not sure.” They both sit back down and begin to read.

Hours later they are asleep on the couch. Willow’s head rests on Tara’s shoulder their arms encircle each other. The witch begins to dream- the scenes are split-unfocused. First she sees men in dark robes there are maybe ten fighting an older man. When she is able to see the faces she realizes they have no eyes- only Xs. The man falls injured by the knives but he shouts a warning- “Run Kennedy!-”

She sees Kennedy feels, her pain-watches as the man dies. The young woman screams- “No!”-She runs at the men and she fights-out numbered she runs as tears stream down her face.

Willow sits up-her breathing hard as her heart races. She tries to focus in the dark room. She feels soft hands touch her shoulder. “Sweetie?” Tara’s voice- it was a dream-only a dream. Willow tries to calm down. The light comes on and her eyes meet concerned blue- “Bad dream?”

“They killed him?”

“Killed who Willow?”

“Ah-her dad-or maybe her Watcher-I don’t know. I just know he’s dead.” She fights tears.

“Relax-take a deep breath.” She does as Tara asks. “Better?”

“Yeah-we have to warn her-him.”

“We will, we’ll call soon as we talk to Buffy, okay?”

“Okay-okay.” She holds on to Tara. The blonde lowers them back to the couch and she kisses her forehead. Willow looks into her eyes. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me-why I’m seeing this-”

“Shhhhh-tomorrow, we’ll figure it out tomorrow. You’ve gotta sleep Will.”

“I’m scared Tara-”

“I’ll be right here.”

“Promise?”

“Always Sweetie-always.”




That's the end of chapter 2. Let me know what you think. .