Brown Eyes Blue

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Here’s chapter 8 read, enjoy-well in parts and then let me know what you think!

Feelings...

The three women sit in a booth at the Expresso Pump. Kennedy smiles unsure as she watches the redhead finish off her third mocha. As she starts to stand Tara puts a hand on her arm and their eyes meet, “We should get home-check in with the others.”

“Just one more,” begs Willow, her faces breaks into a pout and Tara just shakes her head.

“Sorry sweetie- invoking the three mocha limit.”

“You might want to change that to two-”Kennedy grins.

“Hey-” chastises Willow. “Stay out of this.”

Not listening to the redhead she continues, “Damn she’ll be bouncing off the walls all night. Glad it’s you sleeping with her and not me.” The teenager picks up the check and goes to the register.

Willow’s eyes meet Tara’s searching them to make sure she is okay-the words had taken them both by surprise. Tara leans to whisper in her ear- “Just remember she doesn’t know.”

“Yeah,” the redhead acknowledges as Tara kisses her cheek and they stand. Hand-in-hand they walk toward the young would-be Slayer. She is smiling at the couple.

Kennedy walks down the hall toward her temporary room. She is carrying two sandwiches and a glass of milk. She hears a moan from Willow and Tara’s room followed by the redhead’s breathy panting of her blonde’s name. She smiles knowingly- then thinks that maybe Tara allowed three mochas for a reason. She starts to walk again. This time she stops as Buffy comes out of her room. Realizing she’s in street clothes and not pajamas she speaks, “Trouble?”

“No-just gonna patrol, do a couple of quick sweeps around town. Nobody’s getting sleep around here for awhile.” She smiles looking toward the witches’ room.

“I hear you-or them actually.”

“I’m not sure how my sister does it-sleeps like a baby.”

“So patrolling-can I come with?”

Buffy looks at the pajama clad teen with her snack in hand and smiles. “Promise you won’t get yourself killed?”

“No dying-I swear. Give me like two seconds to change.” She goes toward the room, eating a sandwich as she walks.

The Slayer and the would-be walk through the cemetery. Kennedy’s eyes search the darkness, her hand rests on the stake at her side. Buffy sees how tense she is and speaks quietly, “You gotta relax-”

“Relax-right, okay-relaxed.” She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. She looks around in the darkness and sees nothing but dark. “Thinking a flashlight would help.”

“No light. Unlike moths, demons tend to run from light.” Buffy stops and so does Kennedy. “Stop thinking and just feel-in fact close your eyes.”

“Close my eyes?- Hell no, remember the whole not getting killed promise-well I never break a promise.”

“Good to know-now close your eyes.”

Kennedy is getting a little upset at the Slayer, “Fine-” she closes her eyes, her hands now hang at her sides.

“Now-concentrate on your breathing- make it slow.” Kennedy does what she is told. “What do you feel?”

“Ah-actually kinda calm.”

“Right and that’s how you know things are okay.”

“And if you get little tingly things?”

“Before or after slaying?”

“Now-”

“That would be a vampire-duck!”

“Duck?-There are vampire ducks?” Confusion fills her words.

BUffy rolls her eyes.“Get down,” she pushes the teenager to the ground and begins to fight the vampire. From her new point of view Kennedy watches the Slayer work. Front kicks, then straight punches to the face, and finally a round house sweep kick that puts him on the ground not a foot from her. Buffy straddles it and then stakes it. As it turns to dust the young would-be stands.

“That was awesome-where’d you learn to fight like that?”

“Years of practice.”

“That’s so cool-” they begin to walk again and it is Kennedy now doing a good impersonation of babble Willow. “Can you teach me that? The kick and then the whole staking and wow-”

“Breath-” Kennedy does what she is told. Buffy smiles- “Calm remember?”

“Right-calm-that’s me.” She takes a couple of deep breaths and then closes her eyes. They both begin to walk.

About an hour later the pair are still on the prowl. Kennedy touches Buffy’s arm, “I feel something again-to the left.” Buffy nods and smiles- “Can I try this one?”

“Sure-” agrees the Slayer hoping that a little fighting will help her wound down.

Kennedy smiles as they wait for the vampire to reach them. As he does Kennedy hits him with a straight right and then two quick lefts. The blows stagger the vamp-she pulls her stake but he is able to push her away. As it faces her she gets hit with a fist to the jaw and it stuns her. As she tries to shake the fog away Buffy grabs the creature and begins to pound him. Finally Kennedy gets her eyes focused and looks at the Slayer- “Let me finish him.” Without waiting for Buffy to answer she begins to hit him. As she knocks him down she grabs her stake again and lunges for his chest, it penetrates his body but misses his heart. “Damn!” She tries again and this time it turns to dust. She coughs as vamp dust fills her lungs.

“Not bad-” states Buffy as they start to walk away. Kennedy smiles.

At the Summers’ house Tara is sleeping with her redhead in her arms. Willow begins to mumble and tries to move out of Tara’s arms. “No!Kennedy-watch out-” she is still sleeping though she sounds wide awake.

Tara opens her eyes and listens trying to comfort her redhead, “Shhh-she’s safe-it’s okay.” The sleeping girl turns in her arms.

Willow’s dreams continue; Kennedy is walking through a cemetery and suddenly there are Bringers everywhere. The teenager takes her fighting stance as they slowly surround her. “Too many-run-you have to run.”

“Will-sweetie open your eyes.” She strokes her love’s face and slowly her eyes meet scared green. “Just a dream. She’s here- safe.” She presses a kiss to the redhead’s lips.

“Safe,” repeats Willow are she sniffs and wipes tears away.

“In the guestroom asleep-yeah.” Tara presses kisses to her forehead. “Sleep baby-” Willow shakes her head. “Afraid there’ll be more dreams?” Willow nods. “I got an idea why don’t we check on her really quietly and then we’ll fix some warm milk.”

“Can the milk have coco in it?” Asks the redhead her voice child-like.

“We’ll see.” Their lips meet again. They both get out of bed and slip their naked bodies into long tee shirts. Hand-in-hand they go out the door. They walk past Buffy’s room, Dawn’s room and finally they stop outside the guestroom. Willow reaches a shaking hand toward the door but stops and her eyes meet soft blue. Tara kisses her and then puts her hand on the doorknob and turns opening it just enough to see the empty bed inside. Fear covers Willow face.

On the way back home from their last sweep Buffy and Kennedy seem to be deep in thought. It is Kennedy who stops first and puts a hand on the Slayer’s arm, “You feel it too-?” asks the blonde, “Damn you’re good.”

Kennedy can’t help but smile, “You think?” Before Buffy can answer the Bringers show themselves. Six walk toward them, slowly surrounding them-their knives drawn. “Bringers.” Kennedy’s eyes meet Buffy’s and she can tell the teenager is scared.

“Just stay close-it’s just hand-to-hand, the only difference is they have knives.”

“Right-” Back to back they face off against them.

As the first Bringer comes forward Buffy hits him in the face and then wrestles his knives away. She kills him and hands Kennedy a knife. “See just like the vamps.” The girl nods and they return their attention to the remaining five. They all attack at once and the Slayer and the would-be fight well together. They kill two more, the other three have Kennedy trapped but Buffy comes to her rescue. She pulls one away and kicks him in the face. Kennedy does the same to another and the last however is able to cut Kennedy. She grabs her side which is quickly covered in blood. Buffy sees the blood- “Damn-how bad-” they fight. Finally two more are killed one by Kennedy and the other by the angry Slayer. The last one runs away. Buffy turns to Kennedy who is leaning against a rock. “Let me see-”

“No-go get the last one.”

“Not sure he is the last one. He may be trying to lead us into a trap, besides I need to get you home.” Buffy looks at the cut, it’s long but not too deep. “It’s gonna need stitches.”

“Great-I hate hospitals.”

Buffy pulls her to her feet and Kennedy leans against her as they start to walk. “Good thing we’re not going to one then huh?” Kennedy looks unsure but doesn’t ask.

At the house Willow is pacing around the kitchen. Tara gets out the first-aid kit and sets it on the table. She then walks to her girl and wraps her arms around the redhead from behind stopping her movement. “She’s with Buffy-they’re just with the sweeping, no big.”

“The dream-” says Willow softly as Tara kisses her neck. Before she can finish the door opens and Buffy and Kennedy walk inside. The witches notice the blood instantly. “How bad?” asks Willow who is suddenly calm.

“She’s gonna need stitches,” Buffy says.

Willow raises the shirt and looks at the injury her eyes go to Tara.

“You up to it baby?” Tara’s eyes try to calm her girl. The redhead nods. Buffy starts to get the kit but sees it on the table. “Bringers-” Tara says softly.

“Bringers-they have very pointy knives." Buffy relays.

“Yeah-” says Willow as she gets a needle and thread from the kit.

“How’d you know?”

“She had another dream-” the blonde Wicca says simply. “Let me clean it up first sweetie.” Willow leans against the counter and watches her blonde clean and disinfect the area. New blood appears and she adds some slight pressure with a clean cloth. Kennedy winces in slight pain. “Sorry-”

“It’s okay-figure it’ll hurt worse when she starts.” She looks toward Willow.

“Maybe we should take her to the hospital. They can at least numb it-” Buffy states.

“No-no hospitals. Just do it.” With those words Willow starts and Kennedy cries out- “Damn-” her hands clutch the table and tears come to her eyes but don’t fall.

Tara watches first Willow and her steady work, her face filled with determination and care. Then her eyes fall on Kennedy who is focused and blocking out the pain. Suddenly the seventeen year old seems so much older. Tara looks away her own eyes filled with tears.

Later Kennedy is tucked in Willow and Tara’s bed. The witches insisting that she not sleep alone in her room. Buffy starts to leave, “See everyone in the morning.” Kennedy’s eyes close as Buffy leaves.

Willow and Tara walk to the large chair in the corner and curl up with each other. Tara holds her girl close, “How are you doing?”

“Okay-” she kisses Tara softly.

“You sleep and I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“No-can’t sleep the dreams.”

“Try sweetie I’ll be right here and she’s right over there-all safe-we’re all safe.” Their lips meet again.

“Tara I don’t know how-” she stops as tears fall.

“Sshhh-it’s what’s meant to be-”

“I need you always-” tears fall harder. Tara kisses her wet cheeks. “Always.”

“I know but-” her words end as Willow kisses her again. When they break apart Tara continues, “Don’t push her away.”

“I can’t promise.”

“Please sweetie?”

The answer is lost as the girl on the bed cries out- “No-get away from him-” she sits up in bed and grabs her side. The couple is next to her before she has time to focus. Tara turns on the light.

“It was just a dream-close your eyes,” says Tara softly as she moves a piece of hair behind the brunette’s ear.

“They killed him,” her tears fall.

Tara moves beside her on the bed and holds her, Willow watches them together holding Tara’s hand. “No he’s okay-sshhh-close your eyes.” Without thinking she takes Willow’s hand from hers and puts it on Kennedy’s face. Willow looks to her blond and then to the would-be Slayer. Her hand begins to trace a path soothing the girl. The younger girl’s eyes close. Willow sits beside Tara and after a few minutes Kennedy is asleep.

The next morning Buffy opens the door to find Willow spooned around the young brunette and Tara spooned around Willow. She quietly closes it.

She walks down the stairs and to the table where Giles, Xander, Dawn, and Anya sit. “She’s still sleeping.”

“Buffy we must tell her-”Giles stresses.

“I know, but I don’t have to wake her up to tell her. He’s dead-not getting any deader-it can wait.” She goes out the kitchen door angry.

“So, her watcher-” says Dawn, “How’d he die?”

“Bringers-they attacked him last night.”

Tara who is standing at the top of the stairs walks in the room, “You’re sure?”

“I’m afraid so-" Giles confirms.

Tara turns and walks back up the stairs and into the room. She sits down in the chair and watches the witch and the potential Slayer sleep wrapped in each other’s arms. “How do I tell you,” whispers the blonde.


That's the next chapter. Hope you liked it--would really love some imput from those reading. Thanks to those who do.