Title: A Woman in Uniform
Author: Umgaynow
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the heart of a certain charming if somewhat dorky cowgirl ;o)
Rating: R for language
Summary: The continuing adventures of the hippie chick and the flatfoot
Notes: This one is a bit short and a lot angsty...but not to worry, my little kitties. All will be put right in the end. In this case italics denote sheer volume and/or emotion
A Woman in Uniform - Chapter 24
Tara leapt up, knocking her chair off its legs, "
You bitch! You duplicitous little bitch!"
Every eye in The Bronze was riveted upon her, most especially those of the stunned and stunning redhead seated across from her. Eyes filled with pain and confusion and a mouth hanging open in mute shock.
"
Stupid!" the blonde exclaimed, stomping her foot and gesticulating like a madwoman, "
I am so fucking stupid! What the hell was I thinking getting involved with a cop?!? Bunch of testosterone soaked control freaks..."
The little redhead made a feeble attempt at speech, but managed nothing more than a jagged sigh.
"
You just couldn't leave it alone, could you Willow? You just had to put your dick in the cup!"
Tears pooled in lovely green eyes, spilling over as they blinked, the only sign that the face they resided in did not belong to a statue.
"
How many times did I tell you I could handle this on my own? Can you tell me that? How many, Willow? Huh? How many?" Tara's voice broke a little as tears began to flow from her own eyes, "
Uh-huh...that's what I thought...Jesus Christ, did you ever trust me at all?"
Once again the redhead endeavored to respond, but was cut off by the force of her lover's rage.
"
No...don't bother...don't even bother...I already know the answer," a shuddering breath, "
I thought we had something, Willow...I really did...I loved you...God help me I still love you...and shmuck that I am I probably always will...but if I can't trust...if I can't..." roughly, she swiped at a tear that was hanging off her cheekbone, "
FUCK! You know what? This is pointless...it's over, Willow...I'm done..."She turned, as if to walk away, then paused and looked back over her shoulder. "
And you better take a good long look at this sweet ass of mine, cuz it's the last time you're ever gonna see it!" she tossed her hair defiantly, "
And don't even think of trying to put a tail on me!"
At last, the devastated redhead found her voice, "
Tara! Baby...no! Please no...I need you baby...I need you...Tara!"
The angry blonde stepped closer, fixing her eyes on those of her now former lover, speaking gently, like a whisper only louder. "
Awww...you need me? Well, that changes everything...forget what I just said...I'm sorry, sweetie...I take it all back." Then Tara hauled off and kicked her fallen chair halfway across the dance floor, "
You know what? Fuck you, Rosenberg! Fuck you and the whore you rode in on!"
With that she turned toward the exit, extended one long, slender middle finger and without so much as a glance at the woman whose life she'd just tossed a grenade into, walked out the door.
"One...two...three...this is a test...Juicy Lucy comin' at ya...do you read me, Firecrotch? Come in, Firecrotch...OVER"
"Goddamn it, Faith! It's FireFly not Firecrotch! OVER."
"Sorry, B..."
"Uh-huh...Tinkerbell...are you reading me, Tinkerbell? OVER."
"Like a trashy Tinsel Town tell-all, FruitFly...OVER!"
"FireFly! It's FireFly damn it!"
"HeeeHeee," Xander giggled, impishly.
Just then, a low-flying clue happened by and hit the petite blonde right between the peepers. "Aaaaarrrrgghhhh...you guys are such assholes! Is Rebel Yell with you, Tink? OVER."
"Uh-uh...he went looking for a Starbucks. OVER."
"Grrrrrrrrrr..." Buffy snarled, "If you guys mess this up, I swear I'll..."
"Here he is...
Ooooh sprinkles!
Quit! That tickles! I mean OVER."
"Just pay attention, OK?" she sighed, "OVER."
"Aye-Aye, Firecrotch...OVER."
"
Bitch! Juicy Lucy? Come back, Lucy...OVER."
"Is this that booty call I've been waiting on?"
"Faith! I really think your girlfriend is a bad influence. OVER"
"Just kidding, B...Yeesh, don't have a coronary! Reading you loud and clear...OVER."
"Is...um...Anya in position?"
"Anya? No sabe, FireFly...OVER."
"
You're gonna make me say it aren't you?"
"Yup..."
"Can you see Deep Fried Pussy from your position? OVER."
"Yes ma'am...the Puss is deployed...OVER."
Buffy grumbled to herself, "Deep Fried Pussy, what does that even mean? Alright...alright...
look sharp...target acquired...headed for your sector...OVER."
"You got it Firecrotch...Juicy Lucy OUT."
TBC
Well that's all for now my patient little kitties, hope you dug it even if the first bit was traumatic...then again angst is like getting hit on the head with a hammer...it feels so good when it stops
I still need to do more re-writes and my brain and body are a little tapped out after doing this...so it'll be next weekend unless we get to the library again before then
