Brown Eyes Blue

Crying the Blues

The figure continues to follow the redhead at a safe distance. He watches her as she starts through the park. As a vamp steps out in front of her he moves between them. “Sorry mate this one’s mine,” Spike’s accent fills the air. Without a fight the young vampire leaves to find another victim. Willow turns to face the blonde vamp. “It’s not like you Red-where’s the rest of the Scoobies?”

“Look Spike-I don’t-” she starts to walk away.

He takes her by the arm,“I’m not going to let you be a happy meal for some beastie. Let me walk you wherever you’re going.”

She starts to cry,“I just need to think.”

“You can stay at my place if you want.”

“Yeah-that would be good-okay.”

“Good-I’ll get you tucked in safe and sound and then let the Slayer know you’re all right.”

“No-” she states firmly.

“I won’t tell her where you are pet if you don’t want, but it’s not fair to let them worry.”

“I guess,” she concedes and they start to walk toward the crept.

Spike walks into the Magic Box to find the group researching and worrying. Tara looks his way when the door opens then back to the book. “She’s okay-wanted you to know.”

“Where is she?” Tara fights tears.

“She’s safe pet-she just needs a bit of time.”

Tara nods, “Tell her I-” her words fade as she looks at the vampire.

“I’ll tell her love.”

He turns and starts away but stops when he hears Buffy’s words, “She’s in danger, there’s a prophecy. Watch out for her.”

“It’s done-no worries.” He leaves.

At the crept Willow is sleeping a fitful sleep. Her mind is again toying with her. She lies in bed with Kennedy. The brunette is kissing her softly. Hands caress her body through a layer of clothes, she pulls back from the kiss- “I can’t, it’s too soon-” whispers the redhead.

“I get that-I can do slow, as slow as you need.”

“I’m sorry,” her forehead rests on Kennedy’s. The young would be Slayer holds her tightly against her.

She wakes up to find Spike’s blue eyes staring down at her, “Bad dream?”

“I’m okay-” she lies.

“Of course you are. Didn’t say you weren’t.” He sits beside her on the bed. “She’s worried you know-Tara.”

Willow sits up and he thinks she is going to bolt, but instead she hugs him and tears start to fall. “She’s gonna die and it’s my fault.”

“How do you figure love?”

“The dreams-she dies in my arms. If I’m gone it can’t happen.”

“You know-if the fates see it as so it will happen whether you’re there of not. The situation may be different but the outcome will be the same.” She sobs against his chest. “I’m sorry-”

“There has to be a way,” her sad tear-stained eyes meet his.

“Tell me about the prophecy.”

“I don’t know anything-just-” she continues to cry.

“Why don’t you try to rest.”

“No-” she interrupts, “the dreams.” She shakes her head.

“I’ll keep the dreams away.”

“How?”

“Trust me?” To his surprise she nods. “Lie down,” she follows his directions.

The next morning Willow awakes refreshed. She looks around and sees the blonde vampire sitting in a chair next to the bed. Her eyes meet his and he smiles. “Sleep okay?”

“Yes-thank you.”

“Then I think it’s time we talk with the others.” She shakes her head. “I was right about the sleep.”

“Yeah but I can’t tell her-”

“That can wait-but they need to know everything else.”

She slowly stands and he does as well. “I’ll meet you there unless-”

“I don’t mind the tunnels.” He nods and they start to the Magic Box.

At the Magic Box the gang is rereading the text on the prophecy. Tara is standing at the window and turns when she hears Xander speak, “Will are you okay?”

The redhead nods and walks towards Tara. They hug tightly and the blonde kisses her lips. “I’m sorry-” Willow starts but she is stopped by fingers gently touching her lips.

“You’re okay?”

“The dreams-but Spike, he did something and they stopped so I slept better.”

“That’s good-talk to me Will.”

“Later, I promise. What do we know about the prophecy?” She looks to Giles.

“It’s called the ‘Gift of Sight’-it is written that there will be a Slayer like no other and her witch will be strong. The Slayer and her witch will stop prophecies and save humanity as we know it.”

“Stop prophecies?” Giles nods. “Can they stop what is fated?”

“It’s possible-” he states.

She seems to be relieved. “So this ‘Gift’ why now? Why the weird dreams? Am I seeing the future?”

“It would appear.”

“Then Kennedy’s watcher is alive?”

“Yes-” answers Buffy, “and he’s been warned to step up her training and add some security.”

“That’s good-” Willow whispers out as Tara slips her arms around her redhead from behind. She relaxes into her embrace. As Tara places a soft kiss behind her ear she stifles a moan.

Buffy smiles at the warmth of the witches and looks to Tara, “Take her home, you both should rest.”

“I need to tell you about the dreams.”

“It can wait-go home,” tries the Slayer again.

“I’m not tired-” assures Willow.

Tara, not taking no for an answer, playfully pulls her toward the door. She whispers in her ear, “We don’t have to sleep.” Her eyes meet Tara’s and she sees the desire there. Willingly she leaves the shop.

“What else do you know?” asks Spike.

“Ever heard of the First?”

“As in Evil?”

“That would be the one and the same.”

“Pretty sure he’s pure evil, the thing that makes evil. Personally never met him but I knew a bloke once who said he had. Said you could put your hand right through him.”

“How-?”

“Didn’t ask just figured he had had one too many.”

“He’s not corporeal?”

“If that means you can touch him and he can touch you, then I think it’s a no mate.”

Giles goes through a stack of books until he finds the one he wants. Buffy watches him and sees his face change. “Giles talk to me-”

“If we can’t touch him, then you can’t kill him.”

“That’s a given-you can’t just kill evil-” says Spike.

“I could kill you-and you’re evil,” says Xander.

“Evil-thanks, but you couldn’t kill me.”

“I could-so why can’t I kill it?” asks the Slayer.

“It doesn’t have a body per say-” adds Giles looking up from the book. All eyes fall on him.

At the Summers’ house Willow and Tara are kissing as they disrobe each other. The witches crawl into bed without losing contact with the other’s lips. As hands begin to gently explore bodies the redhead pulls back. Tara snuggles beside her, her head resting on her chest. “What’s wrong Willow?”

Tears start to form, “I love you Tara.”

The blonde Wicca turns so she can see her redhead’s face, “I know-tell me about the other dream sweetie.”

“No other dream-” Willow looks away her hand trails down her blonde’s shoulder.

“You never could lie-” she moves up the witch’s body and kisses her lips softly. “I died didn’t I?”

Willow’s tears finally fall as she wraps her arms around the woman she loves with all her heart and holds on tightly.

Tara leans her forehead against her redhead’s and presses her lips to Willow’s. “It’s okay-just love me sweetie.”

The kiss intensifies as she opens and closes her lips against Tara’s. She nips playfully but stops as she presses into her love’s open mouth.She explores each and every spot she can reach. Tara moans loudly as she turns, pulling the lighter witch on top of her. The redhead continues to devour the blonde’s mouth as she settles between her legs. They break apart for air-lungs struggle to fill, unfill, and fill again. “Goddess-” whispers Tara. “I need you-” without a word the redhead begins to kiss a slow path down her body. As she reaches her breasts, teases the tightening peak before she draws it into her mouth. Tara moans and moves beneath her creating more contact. Caught off guard Willow cries out too. The blonde is quickly getting lost in the throws of passion. “Please sweetie?”

Willow's kisses move down slowly to her belly button and then plays inside with her tongue, Tara moans- “Like that baby?”

“Love that-” pants Tara. “A-and that-” she adds as Willow kisses even lower.

Later both woman are still breathing with difficulty-while hands explore again, “Goddess!” cries Willow as Tara enters her wetness again and begins to pump in and out quickly- “I-baby-I-” she explodes again and cries as she falls. Tara pulls her to her tightly her fingers moving gently now. The redhead’s body trembles as she begins to slowly build her up again. “Tara-”

“Too much baby?” she starts to remove her fingers but Willow doesn’t allow it.

“Never too much,” the redhead states and Tara resumes her rhythm. Willow arches into her touch she forces her eyes open and they meet Tara’s. “I-I love you-always you.”

“Always-” assures Tara as she begins to cry. The thoughts of losing Willow too much to handle.

In the Hamptons a teenager trains with her watcher. She is pounding a punching bag, her small frame seems out of place but the knowing eye can see her strength. “Kennedy you must stay focused.”

“Right-just- I want to know what the guy said-you’re not telling me something.”

“You’ll know when it’s time,” states the man.

“When you decide?” She seems a little angry.

“No-your actions will decide it.”

“So when you think I’m responsible?” He nods. “I get that-what do I have to do to prove it to you?”

“You could start by going to school-” says her watcher.

“School-okay, what else?”

“Following curfew-”

“Curfew-okay, but can’t you talk to him? I'm seventeen-nobody my age has to be home by ten.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“I will to-the being responsible thing.”

“Good-now let’s get back to work.” She nods and turns her attention back to the bag.



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