(First part! Will post as I write more.. It's set three months after the last episode.. When Willow activated the slayers Tara came back to life as a magickal bio-product.. kinda like what happened after Buffy came back again xD appreciate comments and stuff)


“Good morning, baby,” Willow yawns as Kennedy entered the dark, shadowy room they have both shared for the last three months. The sun hardly showing it's bright face through the smashed, barred windows. “say, where were you last night? Did the whole slayerage go all alright?” “It..- I don't know, I guess I just lost track of time, don't get all up in my face about it”
“Hey, I'm not in your face,” Willow stands up and takes two steps toward Kennedy, then sways nervously and defensively. She shows a cheeky smile. “uh- unless you want me to.” “Leave me alone, Will. I'm not in the mood.” Kennedy turns away, the breeze from the crack in the window to show a suspicious purple mark on her neck. Realising that Willow has obviously seen it, her gaze falls to the floor. “Oh, I see.. I-I'm going to see if B-buffy needs help with anything” Willow grabs up her shirt and heads downstairs.
“Hey Will, what's up?”
“Oh hey Buffy, everything is y'know, different. How did patrolling go, kinda weird right? With the new cemeteries huh? Get any action? Uh, dusting action that is.. Say, what time did you and Ken get back last night?” “Oh.. Oh it was a pretty slow night.. there really wasn't anything.. At all.. Zilch.. We got home round about 1-ish..”
“Oh”
“What oh?” “She only came home like 5 minutes ago” “Really?.. Wow.. That's-” “She's cheating, Buffy”
“Wha-what? Hey, Will, think you're over-reacting a little?” “Nope. I've known for a long time now” Willow sits back in the ripped, hard couch, with her half-smashed mug of water. “I guess I just put it out of my mind..” “Well, what are you going to do about it?” “I don't know, I don't think I can handle the drama right now, so I'm choosing to ignore it. Well, for now.. I haven't been with anyone else since..” “I know but you can't let her get away with this Will.. She's not Tara.. You don't need or love her as much as you did her, she wouldn't want you to torture yourself like this.. You don't need it. I-I gotta get to work, I'll see you later.. Try and get Xander to do something about the roof.. Just until we find a better, more affordable place”
“Will, we need to talk.” “Great, always when I'm in the middle of something.” Of course she wasn't really in the middle of something. She was just catching up on some serious relaxation time. Since becoming the ultimate white witch she hasn't had some alone time to really get over.. Well, anything. This time the shakes wouldn't go away, not that anyone cared to even notice. Whenever Kennedy came home when she should have, she only wanted one thing. The thing that should be so precious. Well it used to be, when Tara was alive. Everything was perfect, everything, even the fighting with her, because deep down they knew everything was going to be okay, their love for each other was so strong. But that piece of metal, that tiny piece of metal found it's way into her lover's back, and took the light from her. At the same time taking all the light that was good out of Willow's. “There's a girl outside.” Kennedy was stood at the back door of the old house they had rented from an ex-demon called Ralph sometime after Sunnydale plunged itself and everything in it into a crater. “Oh my God... Get her inside!” Willow rushes to the girl's aid instinctively. “Kennedy! Help me already!” “Tara, baby, i-is that you? Are you okay?” Tara.. Alive.. As in not dead.. Willow can't hold back the emotions surrounding and engulfing her.. Forgetting Kennedy was even there as she was kissing and cuddling the lost, rocking Tara sat on the couch. “Willow, I'm sorry” Tara finally rocks sideways and falls asleep peacefully on the couch. Willow grabs a blanket and pillow from the sofa bed in the corner of the room and made Tara more comfortable. But there she was, in the clothes she was buried in, but covered in dust.. Not like when Buffy came back being covered in mud. Willow glancing a worried look over the sleeping Tara. “So THAT is the famous Tara?” Kennedy obviously being on the offensive after seeing the reaction and chemistry between the two wiccas. “Excuse me? What made you so miss green eyes? Shouldn't I be the one jealous after what you've been doing every night?” Willow stands up, squaring up to the slayerette . Knowing full well that if this became a fight, Kennedy would win the punch up hands down. But though Willow thought she loved Kennedy. Everything that has happened since Tara's death has been.. Well.. Different.. Old Willow would never think of getting into a fist fight with her girlfriend. Specially one so much stronger than her. But she wasn't the old Willow. No matter how much she wanted to be..
Buffy felt the chill of the afternoon as she walked to the restaurant/bar where she works. It takes so long to get there. It's such a huge town. So unfamiliar. So different. How she longed for a demon to dive out of the many alleys that lined every street. How she longed for a vampire to attack her after her long shift. Of course, after all the slayers were activated. Demons and vampires seemed to be pretty non-existent. Buffy hated to admit it. But she was BORED. On an extreme level, but it still didn't stop her from carrying her favourite Mr. Pointy wherever she went. That was a given. Just from experience Buffy knew that if something seemed gone. There was a strong chance it wasn't, and Buffy didn't even know that a supposed-to-be-dead Tara was asleep in her front room. Buffy thought at the back of her mind that she was the cause of Tara's death. Even thinking on the lines of 'if I didn't make friends with Willow she wouldn't have got into this' but of course, she couldn't blame herself. Things happened for a reason. But even trying to contemplate the reasons why the Universe made the world this way just gave her a headache, more so than the mouthy boss she had to deal with on a 12-to-12 daily shift. But one thing hadn't changed in her mind. Working hard to help and protect her friends.
Xander was used to living in a basement. In fact you could say it's all he has ever known. The only problem with this basement? No windows.. The only way Xander could tell what time it was is by going upstairs or listening for creaks in the floorboards above as a sign of life. He opted for the going upstairs option this morning. He was sure it was late in the day already and he had work to do. A quick change and he found himself crawling up the stairs to the kitchen.
“Willow, you awake?” Xander said sticking his head in the fridge. It wasn't plugged in, it didn't need to be, the house was ice cold at the best of times. He still hadn't got used to the whole one-eyedness from the big battle. Another thing that was different. Xander didn't like change, like when Willow changed the way they could be around each other after the kissing confusion. Things has gotten better since then, Willow was almost back to the beginning when she met Tara. Things were better, much better. No one knew just how much Willow's happiness affected the whole group. “Hey, sorry.. I was in the front room. Did you sleep okay?” Willow walks up to Xander giving him his every morning best friend cuddle. Just for that few seconds, everything around them disappears and they forget all the bad things that have happened. They go back to old times, when it was just the three of them -and Giles of course- “Y-yeah I slept fine thanks,” he realises Willow hasn't let go of him yet. “Er, Will? What's with the huggy-huggy this morning, I mean, more than usual? What's happened?” “Everything's screwed up Xander, I thought everything was okay.” Willow pulls away from her best friend, wiping tears from her eyes. “Kennedy's cheating on me, the magicks are more tempting than ever, the shakes won't stop, Tara's back somehow and I don-” “Woah! Slow down there, Will! You said Tara's back? Where is she? How? When? Er, how?” “I don't know, this morning maybe? Kennedy found her out back, she's asleep in the front room”
Xander runs past Willow only to trip over in shock at the sight of the now awake Tara on the couch. Willow helps Xander get back to his feet, then goes over to Tara. “Hey, did we wake you? Did you sleep okay?” “Everything is different.” Tara looks around, ignoring her former girlfriend's questions. Xander steps forward. Still in shock, “Yeah, I don't suppose you saw the big showdow-”
“I did.” Willow grabs her hand “But everything is going to be okay, I mean, you're okay right? Are you hurt?” Tara moves her hand away. “Is there a shower here?” “Yeah it's upstairs, I'll-”
“I'll find it myself.” Tara gets up and makes her way up the stairs.
“Hey guys, how's it going?” “Oh hey Dawny, how was school?” “Oh y'know, schooly, I'm still miss new kid, b-but at least people talk to me” Willow gives Dawn a huge hug, and takes her jacket to hang it up on a coat rack Xander had made a few days ago. “Oh well that's good, better than good, it's really-”
“Willow?” Tara walks downstairs wearing a blue jumper and jeans much like the clothes she wore on the morning of her death. Willow immediately turn her attention back to Dawn.
“Tara? You-you're alive? Oh my God!” Dawn screams and runs to hug Tara. Who glances over Willow and realises her mistake. “Willow, I'm sorry, I-I just, I couldn't remember what any of my other clothes looked like, I was kind of rushing, so that I could see you again” She looks at Dawn and smiles, wiping a tear from her red cheek and brushing her hair from her face. “Dawn, comon, let's give them some space huh? I think I saw some chicken in the fridge. Comon” Xander takes Dawn's hand and leads her to the kitchen.
Willow follows Tara back upstairs to Willow and Kennedy's bedroom.
“Willow, I-I'm so sorry, I'm such an idiot. I-”
“Don't” With a wave of her hand Tara was dressed again, in a half-buttoned white shirt and skirt down to her ankles. “oops.. Sorry, habit”
Tara quickly buttons up the shirt. “Still using the magicks huh Will?” “Yeah sometimes, I-I mean never, just then, with you, sorry, it's harder this time, but I guess you saw the whole white witch huh?” “Maybe you should have used that kinda magick earlier, maybe things wouldn't be so different now, I mean, you and Kennedy and everything..” “What do you mean I should have used that earlier?” “You should know Willow, different types of magicks have different, side effects..You still loved me, your feelings for me were so strong, it kinda happened by accident” “Change of subject. The dust on you?”
“Well when Sunnydale finally fell I was freed, but some vamps were still around. I guess the wind was always blowing towards me. Heh” Tara smiled for the first time, but the moment was short lived as she saw the look on Willow's face. “Comon sweetie, I was joking. What's wrong? I know that face” “Don't call me that, what if Kennedy comes home early and hears you?!” “O...k” “Just, leave okay? I can't have you here. Kennedy will think I'm cheating, and-”
“And what?” “Nothing! Just go!” Willow pushes Tara out the room and slams the door in her face.
“Morning, Tara... Wait what? Tara?!” “Heey Buffy, long story, but hey I guess I'm catching up on your record huh?” “Do-does Willow know?” “Yeah I stayed with her last night, she's not herself Buffy, I'm worried.” “I haven't been around a lot, so I haven't noticed. What kind of not herself? As in normal not selfage or magickal not selfage? Please be magickal not selfage”
“Nothing on patrol huh? I don't know, it might be just me, I mean I've been gone a long time, but I-I can feel this, magickal energy around her.. I always have done, but this is different, this magick doesn't belong.” “We'll check it out, don't worry. So how did you- you know?” “Willow actually. Think of me as Miss Magick Bio-product, when Willow activated the slayers, I was the universal thank you card” Tara smiled brightly. “Oh” Buffy not even trying to hide her confused face. “But we're so going to help Willow. In fact I'm going to get Giles, and Kennedy, and Xander, and we're going to research.” “I think Kennedy is a bad idea..” “I know it's hard, Tara but-”
“I think she's the one who did it.”
“Tara, I know you're jealous, but-”
“I'm not jealous! Well I kinda am, but that's not the point!! I know her, Buffy, she's not Willow, she's scared of everything, everyone. Kennedy's done something, Buffy.” “Tara, you're being crazy! Willow is scared of nothing! Find some proof and I'll be glad to help, but until then, Willow is happy with Kennedy, I think it's time you left.”
Tara smashes all the newly placed Wiccan items on her new table. It wasn't exactly hard for her to get her own place once the demon landlords found out that she is the once most-feared wiccan's now former girlfriend. They knew that Willow was well back on the same team as the slayer, but they had never encountered Tara before. Just rumours that she is the new one to watch now. You could say demons were too quick to put everyone around Willow down to being dangerous. It was true, though. But this was Tara. After what Willow went through she almost stopped the magicks completely herself-not that she used them much anyway- and she could never go as far as using black magick. But for now the demons were scared of her, for now. All she can do is put the strongest protection spell on the door of her new flat and try to piece together her life. What could it be? I can't find anything! Wow. Woah. Where did all this anger and general grr for the world come from?
Tara sat down amongst an array of spell books she sent her demon landlord for. The books ranged from the two extremes, white magick on the left, to dark magick on the right. Research wasn't fun without the scoobies looking out for her, or Willow gently leaning on her or holding her hand under the table. She dread to think of how she would have been if she came back when Willow was in dark wicca mode. That wasn't the case. There was something wrong with Willow and she was going to sort this problem out and whoever caused it was going to pay big time for messing with her girl. Where is it, where is that damn spell?! Being this angry and stressed is going to get her nowhere, she knows that, she needs to relax, but she's so worried about Willow, she has to work this out. “Move! I'm her friend! Get off me!” The demon landlord dragged a very angry Faith into the room and pushes her to the floor. Ripping off a badge that Tara had never seen bearing the demon's name, Phillus. What was his mother thinking naming him that?! Tara thought to herself. Letting out a quiet giggle.
“She's mine, leave us!” Tara felt adrenaline pump through her, she'd never had to be so assertive before in her life. And she didn't like it. She wasn't that person. She was the same person she was when she died. She knew that was the reason everything was going so badly.. Everyone had changed while she stayed the same. “Wow.. Tara right? Remember me? What's with the undead henchmen?”
“What are you doing here?” Tara's voice fell to a whisper, remembering the un-predicatable mood of the rogue slayer. “I know, but she's not Willow right? I overheard you talking to B. I'll help get her back” “What do you want in return?” Faith floors Tara and holds her to the floor “Don't you dare tell anyone” she sits up, still not allowing Tara to get up “But I kinda miss the killing, and being around Buffy, more or less means more info, in much.. Less.. Time..” Faith suddenly jumps into crouch position and flips back onto her feet. “Sorry if you liked that too much, I didn't, so don't give up on miss Wicca.” She starts walking around the flat.. picking things up and putting them down in a different place.. Trying to annoy Tara.. But she knew better, she stayed on the floor. Sat up, keeping her gaze on Faith. “So what we dealing with? Dark magicks?” She kicked a dark magick book open on Tara's right. “You know, you must have some luck around you, last girl I saw do that lost her foot in another dimension” Faith gave Tara a frown. Which turned to a smirk..