Brown Eyes Blue

Searching...Finding

Chapter 6

Willow is pacing and babbling-Buffy, Xander and Giles try to organize her chatter and process it. “Slow down Will-” says Xander.

“What don’t you get?” Her voice is loud and angry- “Ugly, strong, vampire thing that nearly killed her.”

He looks away hurt and Tara walks to her girl and holds her in her arms. “Will-sweetie-” their eyes meet and the redhead realizes how mean her words were.

“I’m sorry Xander-” she leaves Tara’s embrace to go to him and hug him. “I’m just- it’s so-”

“I know.” He smiles at her, reassuring her that they are okay.

Giles who has been looking through an ancient text moves toward the witch, “Willow is this what you saw?”

“Yes-yuck-” she turns away, going back to Tara’s arms.

“A Turok-han,” he states. “It’s ancient.”

“Like a cave vamp?” Buffy asks.

“In a sense yes-primal animalist-a killing machine. I thought they were a myth.”

“Trust me-they’re real and here and-”

“Just what we need,” Buffy quips.

“At least it can be killed-right?” Xander asks and looks at Willow.

The girl nods, “Buffy said -dust just like the rest of them, so yeah, but it wasn’t like stake it and it dies. It was harder.”

“Let’s research and see what we can find out about them,” Giles instructs.

Willow doesn’t hear him lost in her own place, an image of the weapon flashes in her mind- “Where are we with the weapon?” Willow asks, “The one I gave Kennedy?”

“At a stand still I’m afraid,” informs Giles.

“Not Incan, Aztec, or Myan-” Buffy tells her.

“We have to find it-it’s important.”

“How? What does it do?” Buffy asks.

“I don’t know-but it is.”

“Tara maybe the two of you could-” Giles starts and the blonde interrupts.

“Come on Will, we’ll be computer girls with the cyber searching.” She takes her girl by the hand and leads her toward the stairs and their room.

Later Tara is sitting cross-legged on their bed reading through a text-while Willow sits in front of her typing on her laptop. She hasn’t had any luck and the frustration is starting to show. “This is a waste of time Tara.” She looks at her girl and stands, “I have to do something.”

Before the pacing can start again Tara takes her hand. “Sweetie I know you’re frustrated and tired-sit with me.” Willow gives in and sits beside the blonde. Tara reaches to the nightstand and takes out her sketchbook. “Tell me what it looked like and maybe I can draw it.” She picks up a pencil as well.

“Yeah-okay,” she smiles just a little. “That might actually help-we could fax copies to museums and shops.”

“It was like an axe?” Tara looks at her witch.

“Yeah-sort of-” Tara begins to sketch. “But more rounded like a quarter moon.” Tara adjusts the arc. “And it branched off-like ah-it’s hard to explain.”

“Just take your time sweetie.” Tara leans and kisses her lips.

Willow talks, Tara draws and erases, finally the redhead nods, “Yeah-that’s it.”

“What else, what was the other end like?”

“It was a stake and it was sort of mounted.” Tara draws and Willow bites her lip as she watches. “The handle was longer.”

The blonde Wicca draws and when finished turns the picture to her girl, “Is this what it looked like?” Willow simply nods as she stares at it. Tara looks at the picture too,“It looks a little Medievally.”

“Maybe-” she turns back to her laptop and types. Tara watches over her shoulder while the screen fills with Medieval battle axes.

In the living room Buffy, Xander, Anya, Giles and Dawn are still reading as the couple jogs down the stairs with papers in hand. “Guessing you found something,” smiles the teenager of the group.

“It’s sort of a cross between a 15th century Swiss Halbred and a 12th century European Battle Axe.-Only not-”

“Not?” Xander seems confused by their cheerfulness if they have still not found the weapon.

“It’s older-I’m sure of it.”

“Why Willow?” asks the Slayer.

“It felt older-more powerful.” She says simply.

“Mystical power?” Tara asks her redhead.

“King Arthur and Merlin kind of magic?” Dawn asks with a little raise of her eyebrow.

“Ohh-maybe can we declare movie night and watch-pretend it’s research?” Asks the redhead.

Buffy can’t help but smile, “Don’t see what it could hurt.”

“Can I come with to the video store?” Dawn looks toward the couple.

“Sure Dawnie,” answers Tara. “I mean if it’s okay with Buffy.”

“Please?” she turns to her sister who nods. “Thanks.”

“I need to fax pictures of Tara’s sketch first-to a few museums and maybe the counsel?” Willow states.

“I can do that if you want,” volunteers Anya to the surprise of everyone.

Tara smiles, “Thanks Anya.”

“Sure-no problem, anything to help. Got a wedding I don’t want messed up by an apocalypse.” They all smile as Xander hugs her. Willow hands her the sketch.

Kennedy is sitting at a large table with her Watcher. She is surrounded by books. She is reading but stops to meet his eyes. “Rich this is so boring-.” There is a pause then she speaks, “I’m training because some day I could be a Slayer-”

“And this is part of that calling. Research is necessary in finding the demons you have to kill.”

“I thought that was your job?” He shakes his head. “This is so not fair it’s like school.”

“About school-”

“Hey-I haven’t missed a day or cut a class in weeks.”

“I know-and I talked to your father, he says the new curfew is working out too.”

Kennedy nods, “Yep-this is the new me. Responsibility girl.”

“So it would seem-I proud of you, when you set your mind to it you can achieve anything.”

“So does that mean you’ll tell me about the call?”

“After some more research, find out what you can about Harbringer-or Bringers.”

“Then you’ll spill?”

“If that means tell you everything-then yes.”

“I’m on it.”

At the Summers’ house, Willow and Tara are lying on pillows in the floor while Xander and Anya are snuggled together in the over sized chair. Buffy and Dawn share the couch-Giles who decided he would rather spend the evening with a good book is now gone.

They all watch as the young Arthur pulls the sword from the rock. Willow who is fighting sleep smiles, “That’s my favorite part.” She whispers to Tara.

“Why?”

“Nobody thought he could do it and he did,” smiles the redhead. “I’m sleepy-” she says.

“Then sleep.”

“I’ll miss the end.”

“I’ll tell you all about it in the morning.”

“Promise?” She asks as she snuggles tighter into the blondes arms.

“Promise,” she presses a soft kiss to her forehead, then to her lips.

An hour later Kennedy is still looking through musty old books. The stack of books read is getting larger-she places another on top-as she reaches for the next one her eyes meet Rich’s. “Still nothing?,” she asks him hoping he has something. He shakes his head. She lets out a sigh and begins again. “Wait-I got something-” she stands and walks around the table to him. “Harbringers or Bringers are agents of the First. Who’s this First guy and why does he need an agent?-Is he trying to sign a record deal?”

“Not exactly-they’re more like associates.”

“They work together cool-what do they do?”

“Actually they work for him, ” Rich says.

She looks up from the book again, “They kill people-they’re hit men?”

He nods, “And we need to know everything about them, lives depend on it.”

“Whose life?”

“Mine-maybe yours-maybe mankind as we know it.”

“Aren’t you the drama queen-” he shakes his head and the young would-be Slayer turns pale.

The movie night crowd has split- Xander and Anya have gone home, Buffy and Dawn have gone to bed. Willow and Tara are still on the pillows sleeping tangled in blankets on the living room floor. Willow is sleeping in Tara’s arms her head resting on her girl’s shoulder. She begins to dream-Buffy is holding the weapon-it has power,” says the Slayer.

“Magic?” asks the redhead.

“Since I King Arthured it from the rock my first guess would be yes-be it feels-”

“Old?”

Buffy nods, “Old-but like it’s mine. Does that make sense?”

“Like maybe it’s a Slayer thing?” Willow asks.

Before there is an answer Buffy is gone. The First Slayer has the weapon as she flashes through Willow’s mind, next is Kendra-then Faith, Kennedy and finally Buffy again each have the weapon and each seems at ease. But suddenly the weapon is in the holds of an old woman her hair is white and her eyes a sparkling blue- suddenly she is gone as is the dream. Willow awakes, she sits up and tries to focus-but the room is too dark. Tara sits up beside her. “Baby?”

“I’m okay-” Willow says softly.

“Another dream?”

“The weapon-Buffy pulled it from a rock.”

“It’s the movie sweetie,” Tara smiles just a little.

“No-I don’t think so.”

“Want to wake her-talk about what you saw?”

“No-no let her sleep I can talk to her tomorrow.”

“Then you should sleep too.” tara lets a hand travel up and down her girl's back.

“I’ll try-” Willow relaxes into the touch.

Tara presses as soft kiss to the redhead’s temple as they snuggle back together. “Close your eyes.”

“Rather look at you-” the redhead smiles.

“You can’t see me, it’s too dark.”

“But I can feel you,” she grins as her hands caress the blonde’s stomach. “You feel really good.” She kisses her ear.

Tara stops a moan from escaping, “You really should sleep.”

“Probably-but I’d rather-” her words stop as Tara’s lips meet hers. The kiss is soft at first, unrushed-but then becomes more needy as the redhead's tongue seeks and gains entry into the blonde's mouth. Tongues explore, tangle together then seperate. Soft moans fill the room as hands explore as well. Willow teases Tara's tongue toward her mouth then captures it, sucking it as her hand finds her girl's breast.

They break the kiss panting for air, Tara speaks. "You sure you're up to this?"

"Definitely sure," she grins as she lets her other hand tease down Tara's body. Her fingers find the top of the blonde's pajama pants. "Okay?" Tara leans in and claims her lips again.

Kennedy is sitting in her bed and sleep is eluding her too. The things Rich told her are racing in circles in her mind. She finally gets out of bed and goes to the closet. She gets out a backpack and walks to her dresser.

The next morning finds Buffy bouncing down the stairs just as the doorbell rings. She answers the door to find a petite brunette standing before her. “I’m looking for Buffy Summers-is this the right place?”

“I’m Buffy but who are you?”

Before the young would-be Slayer can answer, Willow who is now standing behind Buffy does, “Kennedy.” The shocked redhead falls to the floor.

“Willow!” Buffy worries-she looks from her fallen friend to the girl at the door. She stares at the new arrival unsure.


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