Disclaimer: Most characters belong to Joss Wheden, except for the one's I created.
Note: This is an attempt at a non-angsty, hopefully humorous story.
Part 1:
The petite redhead sat behind the large desk nervously drumming her pen against her left hand. The stark white walls of the office seemed to be closing in on her making it more impossible to think, and suddenly it seemed to her that she never should have gone and opened her own real estate agency. Sure her boss was a jerk and he never would consider giving her a raise even though she brought in more profit than any other realtor. No, she couldn’t allow herself to think like that. It was a good idea, in fact, it was a great idea. After all, she was Willow Rosenberg, the best real estate agent in Southern California, she thought standing up from her desk triumphantly.
“So why do I only have one client?” She asked herself out loud, sitting back down.
“Excuse me,” a blonde said from where she stood at the office door.
“You didn’t see that, did you?” Willow asked embarrassed.
“Just a little,” the blonde smiled.
“Well, that’s embarrassing,” Willow said, then regaining her composure she started over. “I’m Willow Rosenberg,” she said with a smile extending her hand to the blonde as she walked toward her.
“Tara Maclay,” the blonde said shaking Willow’s hand.
“Well, Ms. Maclay, how can I help you?” Willow asked moving toward her desk.
“Please call me Tara, and I need to sell my town house, and purchase something bigger with some land,” Tara stated.
“You’ve come to the right place,” Willow smiled, “and please call me Willow.”
“Am I client number two?” Tara teased.
“Ummm....” Willow said her face reddening. “So you need something bigger?” Willow questioned changing the subject.
“Yeah,” Tara smiled, “but not too big.”
“Well, why don’t you tell me what you’re looking for, and what your price range is and then I’ll be better able to help you.”
“See that’s the thing,” Tara said. “ I don’t know what I’m looking for, or even what I’m willing to spend. I mean, I’m not looking for any million dollar house, but... Well, I think I’ll know what I want when I see it.”
“You don’t know anything? Not even the number of bedrooms?” Willow questioned skeptically.
“No, I just know I need something else,” Tara stated. “I understand if you don’t want to help me. I must sound crazy, but I can assure you I’m not. I’m a doctor, a pediatrician actually,” Tara said reaching into her purse and pulling out a business card. “I really do need your help. I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to buying a house.”
“You don’t sound crazy,” Willow said examining the business card, although truthfully she did kinda think the blonde was nuts. “First things first, let’s sign some papers and set up a time when I can come see your home.”
“Thank you,” Tara said beaming.
“I had the best day,” Tara said walking into her house and picking up her cat. “I found a wonderful real estate agent who’s going to help us find a wonderful house,” she said kissing the purring animal on the head.
“See, this is why you don’t date,” a voice from the kitchen said.
“Faith, what are you doing here?”
“Mooching,” A brunette said poking her head out of the kitchen, her mouth full of food.
“I should have known,” Tara said sitting the cat down, “and I do date.”
“Really? Your last date was 1990 what?” Faith grinned.
“Not that I need to defend myself, but for your information just two short months ago I went out with that nurse from the third floor.”
“How many times?”
“I don’t see what that has to do with anything,” Tara stated.
“How many?”
“Once,” Tara said flopping onto the sofa.
“And why was that?” Faith asked dropping down next to her.
“Because she wasn’t...” Tara said trailing off.
“She wasn’t... Whatever... It’s always something with you. That girl was a hottie. I know, I’ve felt her boobs,” Faith smirked.
“Faith, you’re a gynecologist, it doesn’t count,” Tara said.
“Details,” Faith grinned, “So what’s the deal with this realtor guy?”
“Realtor woman,” Tara corrected, “and there is no deal. She’s just a very nice person who’s doing her job.”
“Is she hot?”
“What difference does and make?” Tara replied. “And yeah, she’s very hot.”
“I knew it,” Faith grinned. “So what did you tell her?”
“That I need a house,” Tara stated.
“Did you tell her about...”
“No,” Tara interrupted. “People don’t understand that, don’t understand us.”
“It’s not the 1920’s, Tare,” Faith responded.
“I’ve been stared at, and laughed at, and rejected enough,” Tara said. “I want to treat me like she would treat any other client who walked through her door.”
“And when you can’t hide it anymore?”
“I’ll have already found my house,” Tara grinned.
Willow stretched out on her sofa, diet coke in one hand, and the remote control in the other.
“Seen it, seen it,” she said casually flipping through the channels, “seen it. Sampson, I need a life,” Willow said looking at the yellow lab laying on the floor. “There is a definite problem when you’ve seen everything on the t.v., and when you have a conversation with your dog because you’re bored to tears and he’s the only one you can talk to cause all your friends are out having lives and getting laid,” Willow said dropping the remote. “Oh.. I love Lucy,” Willow said perking up. “I just love this one, when Ethel and Lucy are in the chocolate factory, and oh my God I’m talking to the dog again.” Sampson picked his head up in brief acknowledgment, and then laid it back down.
“I could work,” Willow said desperately wishing Buffy or Xander were at home for her to talk to. “I can find a house for Tara to look at,” Willow said talking to Sampson once again. “You could at least humor me and pay attention when I talk to you. Most pets would love this kind of attention. Are you punishing me for going to work? I have to work, I explained this to you. Fine, tomorrow you can come,” Willow said exasperated. Sampson rewarded her effort by placing his head in her lap. “Now you want me,” Willow smiled. “Come on boy, let’s look at some houses.”
Moose
Edited by: Moosetakingabubblebath at: 8/28/04 9:20 pm
ill most definatly be reading more 
