Disclaimer:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are registered trademarks of 20th Century Fox Film Corporation.
“Breakthru”, music and lyrics by Queen. Copyright 1991 Queen Productions LTD.
“Maybe” Music and Lyrics by Emma Bunton & Y. Bondy. Copyright 2003, 19 Recordings.

Summary:
“Music from the Heart” is a series of stand alone stories, that feature missing scenes of our favorite girls, (or are entirely au) . As well as some of my favorite songs.

“The Finale Breakthrough”:
What happened after Tara says: “I am, you know? – Yours.” In Season fours “Who are you?”
And what makes this wonderful moment: “The Moment”.





“I wonder where she is.” Willow said, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. She was lying on the bed in Tara’s dorm room, where she and the blond witch had retreated for the “ritual hiding”.
“Who Faith?” Tara wondered, sitting right next to Willows legs, laying down cards.
“Yeah. I wish she would make a move. She’s making my stomach all acidy.”
“But you think that Buffy can handle her?” Tara asked, she had only started to comprehend how very dangerous the rogue slayer was.

“I think so.” The redhead replied, sitting up. ”But that doesn’t mean Faith won’t hurt somebody else.” ‘Maybe one of my friends, someone I really care for… like you’ She added in her mind.
“Well, you should be safe. Nobody knows you’re here. I mean, they don’t even know I exist, right? I know all about them, but…”
“Hey!” Willow said, comfortingly touching Tara’s knee.
“I mean that’s totally cool. I mean it’s good. It’s better.” The blond girl said, not even convincing herself, not to mention the other witch.

“Tara, it’s not like I don’t want my friends to know you. It’s just… Well Buffy’s like my best friend and she’s very special. And there’s the hole bunch of us and we sort of have this group thing that revolves around the slaying. And I really want you to meet them.” Willow explained and then added shyly, “But I just kinda like having something that’s just, you know, mine.”
‘Why’d she say this?’ The redhead wondered and why this odd choice of words?
“And I usually don’t use so many words to say stuff that little, but do you get it at all?” ‘Because I certainly did not.’ I think you wanna say “the blond wondered” ….

“I do.” Tara smiled, having read between the lines.
Following a short but most wonderful moment of quietness, Willow finally broke the silence by saying: “I should check in with Giles, get a situation update.”
She stood up and made her way towards the phone on the sideboard.
Hesitating shortly, Tara then took all of her courage together, to say the words she had wanted to say, ever since she had first laid eyes on the beautiful red-haired young woman.
“I am, you know?”
“What?”
Tara’s head turned around, facing the other girl.
“Yours.”
Willow smiled warmly upon the blond girl, sitting right in front of her, as they continued to look into each others eyes. Having forgotten about the call all together, Willow stopped reaching for the phone. And it was in this very moment that it hit her.

‘She’s mine! She’s really mine!’ Willow thought. And she knew, that Tara hadn’t said this to be polite, to say something, if not anything, to her seemingly pointless babbling.
No, she had said it and she most certainly meant it.
I am yours.
Three powerful words, as powerful as these other three words, she could now read only to clearly in the blond girls deep blue eyes, saying nothing less then - I love you.

Willow realised, that she hadn’t been babbling at all or at least not in her usually babbling kind of way. No, she had just tried to vocalise what she had been feeling for the blond witch, ever since there hands first touched, joining forces in order to move that vending machine, way back when they encountered the gentlemen together.
Back then, she couldn’t explain those feelings, but at the same time she always knew that Tara could be, if not should be, more then “just” a Wicca buddy or a good friend.

‘Why do you keep philosophising, stupid?’ A little voice inside Willow’s mind, started to yell at her. ‘You finally know that you love her! So go and tell her!‘
Of course she loved Tara, how could it be otherwise?
Willow knew, that this was love, the real thing. And it didn’t matter at all, that she was in love with another woman, no Ma’am!
‘Would you please, be so nice to finally stop pondering pointlessly around in circles and move your sorry skinny little ass over there and tell her!’ – That voice again!

To keep her little inner-voice from assaulting herself any further, Willow finally crossed the short gap to the bed and sat down right in front of Tara, who was beaming hopefully. How beautiful she looks when she smiles. Willow thought.

Almost shyly, Willow took Tara’s hands gently into her own and they both continued to lose themselves in each others eyes.
But as Willow tried to put her newly or finally, discovered feelings into words, all the great words that kept flying through her mind, seemed to be inappropriate for what she wanted to say. And so Willow simply continued to hold Tara’s hands – who enjoyed even the silence between them – searching for the right words.
“I’ve fallen in love and it’s all right.” Willow whispered to herself.
“What?” Tara asked, carefully not wanting to disturb the magic of this special moment. The moment that she had been dreaming of, ever since she had started to dream of her special someone as a she.

Willow took a deep breath before she spoke aging, with a softness in her voice that made Tara feel all fuzzy and warm inside.
“I’ve fallen in love some time ago, but it wasn’t who I thought it would be. I just realised that being with you I can be more then I thought I ever could be. That I can just be me and it’s okay. That I’m looking at you and I’m… home.
“What I’m trying to say is: I love you Tara Maclay.”

Willow fell silent looking for an answerer to what she just had said in Tara’s china blue eyes. Those deep blue oceans that, ever since she had first looked into Tara’s eyes during the Gentlemen’s visit, had drawn her nearer to the blond girl.
As Willow kept losing herself in the windows of Tara’s soul, she once more saw the emotion she had been dreaming of for quiet some time without knowing it to be Tara all along. Before she knew Tara to be ‘the One’.
But then Tara spoke these words, and if in this moment an angel had come down singing, it would never sound as angelic and heavenly as Tara uttering those words: “I love you too Willow Rosenberg, with all my heart.”

With no way to furthermore put their feelings in to words, both girls fell silent, holding each others hands cherishing the moment.
Then they leaned forward to embrace into a loving hug. Just enjoying the sensation of holding each other. Then they pulled away, only a little bit, without letting go of each other and then Willow leaned in again, bringing her own face closer to Tara’s angelic features and their lips further closed in, until only separated by a breath. Then they finally met for a very first kiss. It’s a very tender kiss, their lips hardly touching at all, but soon their kissing became deeper and more passionate.

Willow would never remember how long their first kiss had been, but she would always remember it in each and every detail. For this kiss had awakened something inside her finally to change her live forever.
But even the longest kiss had to end eventually and opening her eyes again Willow leaned slowly back to face her friend – no, her girlfriend, who was just opening her stunning blue eyes too. ‘Tara’s my girlfriend’ Willow thought and that really sounded good.
“So this is okay?” She asked.
“Oh, very okay.” Tara assured her with another kiss, this time a even more passionate one. She felt overwhelmed by happiness. Finally her dream had come true. The girl she’d loved ever since she first saw her together with Buffy in the college library, was in love with her too.

“Not that I want to change the subject, but shouldn’t you call Giles?” She asked carefully.
Willow teasingly stuck out her chin, “Don’t want to call, want more smoochies!”
“Okay,” the blond witch consented. “One more. But then you have to make the call. It’s important, remember?” She smiled conspiringly. “Maybe you get another one after you call?”
“Are you trying to blackmail that’s not really coercing me, Lady?” Willow wondered, with a huge grin on her face. ”On the first day of our… relationship?”
‘Our relationship, that sounds good too.’ Willow thought and then leaned forward to get the first of her promised kisses. “All right, I’ll call. But I got to tell you, I think I’m already addicted to your kisses.” And with that Willow stood and called Giles.

“Okay.” Willow said as she sat down on the bed next to Tara again and took her by the hand. “Nothing new on Faith, but he wants us to meet anyway. Maybe we can come up with a new strategy or something. Shouldn’t take long. You wanna come along?”
Tara thought about this for a moment, but then slowly shook her head, “Thanks for the offer, but I think we shouldn’t rush things. Lets just take it one step at the time okay?” She smiled shyly.
“Your sure?” Willow wandered and she reached out with her other hand and gathered up the silken strands of hair, letting them slip across her sensitive fingertips and tucked them behind one delicately formed ear. “I really want you to met them. I’m not ashamed of our love.”
“I know that.” Tara assured her. “But lets keep it for our self for the moment. Just a few more days before you introduce me to Buffy and the others.” She playfully kissed Willow’s fingertips.

Not wanting to rush things either, Willow agreed and so they decided that Willow would go to the Scobbie meeting and if she didn’t return too late, she would take Tara out to their very first date at the Bronze. Possibly introducing Tara to the Scooby’s within the next day or so.
Perhaps as a friend first, to give them some time to get to know her.
Saving the gay-type-girlfriend-lesbian-lover-part for a later occasion.

Little did they know, that Tara would meet Buffy this very evening or really Faith “wearing” Buffy’s body that is.
Who unlike the others would spot the love between the two witches at once.
Following a very memorable trip to the Nether Realm for Willow, Tara would finally meet Giles and the real Buffy, in Faith’s body and help her to get her own body back

But that is a different story all together.
The End

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Today my friend, your diary entry will read: Took a […] hostage and got shoot by three armed bastards.”
Gene Hunt – Ashes to Ashes
“A Love Beyond the Stars”
“What Dreams may Come”

Very nice, and sweet and romantic! Great job!

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G Wing

Dax wonderful keep them coming

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Dia the spelunker
Never underestimate the powerful love of a good woman
If you were a cave what kind of cave would you be

Hello there

Nice one ^^ Like that view of "what happened"... between the scene

Julia

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Broken Dolls |The Stadium's Goddesses | Seeds Of Beauty

"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)

Disclaimer:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are registered trade-marks of 20th Century Fox Film Corporation.
Summary: Tara and Anya share a brief conversation during the big Scobby-Fight in Season fourh: “The Yoko Factor.” So this makes it something of an Anya and Tara on Willow & Tara story.

Note:
The Quotation marks contain lyrical quotes that are aimed to underline the respective statement. All lyrics are taken from different songs from British cult pop group “Queen” and thus belong to Queen Productions LTD.
I admit that maybe, just maybe I have been carried away a little. But then to my defense: I’m as much a fan of Queen as of Willow & Tara.






There was a small shudder running through Tara Maclay’s body, and her grip tightened around the rim of the bathtub that she was leaning against, mostly to keep herself from falling right into it.



Because even though the two woman had trouble hearing it, they understood it. It was almost like Xander had been standing right next to them.

So our little secrete is out, Tara thought. Well it hadn’t been exactly a complete secrete anyway, she corrected herself.



Buffy knew ever since Oz’s short stint in Sunnydale.
Tara and Willow hadn’t exactly tried to keep it a secrete either, they just hadn’t rushed to tell all of the others as of yet. They simply wanted to keep the sensation of being newly in love a little longer to themselves. Otherwise they where in no way ashamed of their feelings for each other or the fact that they where both gay.

Tara already had her own coming out years ago, during her high school years and shortly fol-lowing her mothers dead.



And that despite her shyness and insecurity, later she then broke free from her family and the restrictions at home.
Or more to the point, she ran away from something she knew, she someday would have to face and tell her girlfriend as well.
Within her first year of college she met Willow and >from the first moment she had lost her heart to this beautiful redhead, literally fell head over heels for, on first sight.
Back then, there hadn’t been the slightest doubt in Tara’s heart, that given time, Willow would return her feelings.



And she did.

Willow on the other hand, being only out for a short time, was still very worried that her friends wouldn’t except her newly discovered homosexuality.
And the argument outside told Tara that Willow still believed, that of all people Buffy couldn’t handle it. Tara couldn’t believe that, even though she knew the slayer only for a short time, she was certain that she would always love her best friend, no matter what, gay or straight.

Anya however, was a different story all together. Tara found it really difficult to actually under-stand the former vengeance demon, who always so ‘cruelly’ spoke her mind.



Anya!
And she was still sitting right next to her!

Tara slowly turned her head around to face the other woman sharing the temporary refuge with her, and Xander’s girlfriend was looking at her in the most curious manner, certainly ready to utter some very, very Anya like “right-into-your-face-cruel-observational-statement.”

Being prepared for almost anything, Tara was in no way prepared for the complete contrary. Because Anya smiled extra cheerfully for the shy wiccan and asked her softly, “You love her very much, don’t you?” With a warm sparkle in her eyes she answered her own question right away, “of course you do. I can see it from the way you’re looking at her.”

Caught completely off guard, Tara was thus surprised, that she actually neither turned red, nor stutter when she replied, “You knew?”

“Of course I did!” Anya replied, sounding more like her usual self again. “I mean, you would have to be like totally blind, not to see that the two of you are madly in love with each other. Hell, even a blind man couldn’t miss it.”

“So you’re telling me that Xander knows too?” Tara asked puzzled, because Xander’s reaction outside told a quite different story.

“Na, Xander doesn’t know anything.” The former vengeance demon said, with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“And you’re okay with… us?” Tara asked anxiously, knowing only to well how bad some reacted towards gay-people. Not to forget, her very own family.

“Certainly not, as long as the two of you are happy, gender or species is of no importance at all. After all, who am I to judge the two of you. Hell I even ones dated a… no wait, I dated him be-fore I cursed him… or was it a… but then there was this… No wait… What?” Having her train of thought completely derailed, the older – much older – girl fell silent.

Not knowing what to say either, Tara kept silent too. She was also quiet surprised, she would never have expected the former vengeance demon to be such a tolerant person.

***

The muffled sound of a door slamming closed, told the two that the fight was over. Probably with Buffy leaving the house and Giles – being quite drunk – ‘out of order’ anyway.
Without saying another word Tara and Anya waited another few minutes, before they slowly stood up and after embracing in a short hug, silently left the bathroom, knowing that things be-tween the two ‘Scooby-Member-Girlfriends’ would never be the same again.

Joining their respective lovers, they all left the house. With Xander and Willow unable to even look at each other. It hurt Tara in her heart to see how Willow turned away >from her best friend, whom she knew since they where swollen infants.



Tara took her girlfriend in her arms, as they both walked slowly back to Tara’s dorm room. Wil-low rested her head on the taller woman’s shoulder, silent tears running down her face.
This night, Tara knew, her girlfriend would need all the comfort she could give her.
Of course there was also still the matter of Adam and the encrypted disks Spike had organized them. In other words, nothing less then the end of the world.



But first of all, even though Tara didn’t know how, she knew that Buffy, Willow and Xander needed to talk to each other again.



But that all had to wait until tomorrow morning, for now Willow needed her girlfriend by her side and tomorrow was another day.

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Today my friend, your diary entry will read: Took a […] hostage and got shoot by three armed bastards.”
Gene Hunt – Ashes to Ashes
“A Love Beyond the Stars”
“What Dreams may Come”

Hey

I didn't see there was another one

It was nice. I'll be honest I prefered the first one. Also I am a fan of Queen too

also I hope you'll keep writing some little fics like that? ^^

Friendly,

Julia

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Broken Dolls |The Stadium's Goddesses | Seeds Of Beauty

"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)

Disclaimer:
“Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, and all related characters are registered trademarks of 20th Century Fox Film Corporation.
“On my own”, music by Alain Boublil & Claude-Michel Schönberg. Lyrics by Herbert Kretzmer. Original French text by Alain Boublil & Jean Marc Natel. Copyright 1986 Cameron Mackintosh Ltd / HD Thames
„Pretty Baby“, music and lyrics by Vanessa Charlton. Published by Rosasharn publishing / Universal Music (BMI).

Authors Note:
In order to make this song work for this particular kind of story, I changed the original lyrics only so far that Tara, unlike Eponine on “Le Misérables” sings about her love to a particular girl. You know whom I’m talking about.
Hear this really great song on you tube: "On my Own" - Les Misérables"

Summary:
Shortly before the arrival of the female werewolf Veruca in Sunnydale during Seasons 4th “wild at heart”, lonely first year student Tara Maclay thinks about her life and her love to this lovely redheaded freshman student named Willow Rosenberg.



Tara Maclay, freshmen at UC Sunnydale, quietly left the college library to go back to her dorm room at Stevenson Hall. It was already quiet dark outside, since she had as usually stayed at the library for as long as possible studying, preparing papers. But more to the point she used to stay there to avoid the necessity to go back to her living space.

Tara had been in Sunnydale for a view month now, well in advance of the beginning fall semester. And even though she had made this dorm room as much her place as possible, by painting the walls, hanging up pictures as well as her beloved twinkle lights. It still was nothing more then a awful ‘empty’ room – not a home.

But then she hadn’t felt at home anywhere for a long time. She hadn’t, ever since her mother had died years ago. Not even, no especially not at her birthplace with her father and brother.
Her dorm room, nothing but a lonely empty place and Tara always dreaded going back there.

As Tara left the college through the main entrance, a melody entered her mind. A lovely melody from a musical that she and her mother had seen a long time ago. Back then things had been easier.
Not that much though, she always had been shy and rather insecure. Even though her mother had tried her best to educate her daughter in becoming not only a good witch, but also a more self-confidant person, to trust more in her own inner strength.

But at least when she was out with her mother alone, Tara was confidant with herself and happy. The memories of this particular evening at the theatre where among her most precious possessions.
As Tara slowly started strolling down the campus lane toward Stevenson Hall she started to sing, very quietly and barely audible to the but view people passing her by. For she was only singing to herself.

“And now I’m all alone again nowhere to turn, no one to go to.
Without a home, without a friend, Without a face to say hello to.
And now the night is here, Now I can make believe she’s here.”

It wasn’t like she never had any friends. At high school she did have some friends, even one, Julia who she called a close friend. But they all ether stayed back in her hometown or had left for other colleges then the one in Sunnydale. In fact Tara had known well in advance that no other from her graduation class had even applied to UCS.

And that had been the most important motive why Tara had, unknowingly from her father had secretly applied to UC Sunnydale. She had managed to win herself a full sponsorship and together with the job she had acquired, she was fully able to make her living. Independently from her family, who hopefully would never find her here.
Independently but at the same time so very lonely.

She didn’t make friends easy, never did. Plus everything around here was so awfully big and very strange and scary as well.
It made her feel even more insignificant and without a friend in the world.
But there was one bright light in all her loneliness, in the person of this beautiful redheaded girl she had seen on her very first day of school at UC Sunnydale and about a month after she had arrived in this totally odd town.

It had been at the college library, Tara had been searching for a particular book, as usual to shy to ask someone for help, when she had first spotted her. She stood but a view meters away from Tara, together with a good looking blond girl, who had just dropped a very heavy looking book onto Riley Finn, one of Professor Walsh’s TA’s. And even though the redhead hadn’t even vaguely looked into her direction, Tara had laid eyes upon her only ones and she was lost.



Love. That it was, without any doubt. From the first moment Tara had seen this beautiful girl she had been in love with her. In love for the very first time in her life.
Tara had never had a girlfriend. And for two times only she had had a mayor crush on another girl before. The first one had in fact been one of the high schools cheerleaders.
So at the time when the girls of her junior high class where fancying the boys of the high school football team, Tara was much more drawn to this particular cheerleading beauty. And what kind of cliché was that?

However ever since then she knew and from the beginning she was okay with it. So while the other girls where falling for the boys, she was more into the possibility of “girl on girl action.”
Of course she never even ones spoke to the cheerleader. Firstly because Tara was far to shy to do so and secondly because this cheerleader was more then just definitely straight.

As for the second girl, she actually turned out to be pretty gay in deed. Tara found out by accidentally stumbling into her making out with her girlfriend in the locker-room. Tara had most certainly had been the only one to be embarrassed, unlike these two. Not as much because she’d intruded on them, but because she feared she mid never be strong enough to actually live her homosexuality as openly and naturally as these two.

And now for the very first time in her life Tara was in love. In love with this beautiful redhead, who didn’t even knew she existed. That first day at the library Tara had actually concealed herself behind the bookshelf’s to catch jet another look. Much like a lovesick teenager.
Of course she didn’t have the courage to just walk over and introduce herself to her and her friend as a fellow student and freshmen.

When Tara had seen her again, she had been with a boy – her boyfriend, she’d later learned. It almost made her lose all hope. Could she actually have been so wrong?



And so Tara had continued to admire and love her from afar, much to anxious to even talk to her as a fellow student. Actually thinking she could drive her away by simply doing so. If that really could be possible at all.
They didn’t share any lectures together, but there was now at least a occasion ones a week when she could be somewhat nearer to her and that was the at campus Wicca group.,

It was the only outer school activity that she was involved in the moment, besides her working part-time and the time she spent in the library or at working groups.
Actually she was astonished that she had joined this group at all. After all she had also wanted to join the university’s lesbian alliance, to finally meet with gay girls like herself, only to make up some sorry excuses to not go there in the end.
But to the Wicca group she went and did what she always did, sat in the literal corner trying her best not to draw to much attention. Much to her own annoyance, but the redhead was there too and finally Tara got to learn her name. Willow Rosenberg.

Willow - wasn’t that the most beautiful name of all. She had introduced herself right away after she had dropped in 10 minutes late and got into talking to the other girls right away. While Tara continued to do her usual, sitting on the floor trying to be invisible.
Only literally speaking, witch isn’t a Sunnydale self-evident. However it didn’t take Tara long to realize this group to be a completely waste of time, for these girls hadn’t even the slightest idea what magic, what real magic was all about.

All except Willow that is. Tara could sense right away that Willow really knew magic and that she had a lot of power. That alone was reason enough for her to decide that she would go to the following meetings, plus she could be near to Willow. On the second meeting Willow even happened to smile upon Tara. A very little smile, but it was enough to melt her heart and make her feel all fuzzy and warm inside.

It was from that time on, that when ever Tara felt helpless or lonely she would think about Willow and her breathtaking little smile to make her feel better. It also made her dream about how she and Willow would spent time together, possibly even as a little more then just friends or Wicca buddies.



For Tara her dreams had always been a way to escape troubles, as well as her (partially) self-imposed isolation. Isolation not so much for the reason that she was gay, but because she was deferent in another way. Because ever since her mother had died, her father had started to tell her, what the source of her magic powers where and even though she refused to believe it, at the same time she was afraid that that he mid be true after all.

But in her dreams she was free. Free from what ever her father would tell her, free to walk with the spirits of the earth. And free to walk with Willow Rosenberg in her dream.
And whenever Tara was walking over the campus alone, not knowing that doing so at night qualified as an extreme sport around here, Willow would always walk beside her holding her hand or placing a sheltering arm around her shoulders. Giving Tara the comfort she so much yearned for during all here lonely hours. Taking away the emptiness she felt all to.




Of course Tara knew that this wasn’t real, that in fact she was talking to herself and that she always had to wake up from her dreams of life together with Willow. And then she felt even more lonesome and insecure.
The world always appeared extra cold during these moments of clarity, but at the same time Tara did not want to give up these dreams.
Because these dreams and her classes where the only bright lights in her live right now.

Still Tara knew all to well that she had to come out of her snail-house and started to act more self-assure around other people, as well as herself.



Stopping right in front of Stevenson Hall Tara looked up to the stars above, she really needed to stop pretending. And she’d been pretending quiet a lot. For example pretending to herself that she could only be less than what she could ever be. Pretending that others would never accept her and pretending that she was daddy’s little strait girl.

Well to be fair, she no longer pretended the later thing anymore.
Because right before she left for college… Ok, before she ran anyway for college: She somewhat inadvertently came out to her father, right in front of her graduation-class by actually yelling: “I’m gay!” Right into his unbelieving face.

Tara had told him only because she wanted to hurt him, rather then to let him know what she was and whom she loved.
It had only been after he had ones again told her that she was part demon inside – at her graduation!
One of the most important days in her young life and all she could think of was to tell him the one thing she knew he would find even harder to except, and also the one thing he would be even more embarrassed of – a gay daughter!
He looked quit shocked, as did some of her classmates, but Tara didn’t care at all.
So she was a lesbian! Big deal! Let them think what they want, at this point she’d already drawn the line and knew she would be leaving within the next days, never to return.

With that taken care of there was only one thing she needed to stop pretending about right away. And that was the fantasies of herself and Willow walking side by side, when Willow still didn’t knew who she was.

Tara entered Stevenson Hall, walked to her room and went strait to bed. Unable to go to sleep right away, starring at the sealing, she decided that following the next Wicca meeting, she would go over to Willow and introduce herself.

After all they both where the only real witches and maybe they could practice together. And even if Tara was unsure of anything else in her life right now, she was at least certain that she and Willow could become good friends and Wicca bodys.

Tara had seen how happy Willow looked together with this Oz guy, she wouldn’t want to end this and even though it would properly be hart to take, but she rather wanted Willow to be her friend, then nothing more then a fantasy.
With her mind finally made up Tara closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Quiet convinced in her opinion, that Willow Rosenberg, the beautiful Willow would never return the love she felt for her.

Epilogue:

Little did Tara know that even though she had been right when she sang: “Still I say there’s a chance for us”, she was in no way right by assuming that Willow’s life without her, was full of happiness that she had never known.
For in this very night, dark clouds arrived upon the sky of Willow’s relationship to Oz, in the person of rock artist and female werewolf Veruca. Who’s presents in Sunnydale would eventually lead to Oz leaving Willow heartbroken.

How Tara got to meet Willow after all and even won her heart, is another story that you, most certainly know and love all to well.

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Today my friend, your diary entry will read: Took a […] hostage and got shoot by three armed bastards.”
Gene Hunt – Ashes to Ashes
“A Love Beyond the Stars”
“What Dreams may Come”

Hello here little bread =)

That was a nice story. I am like Tara very often, locking myself in a dreamland. So I liked it.

So Tara had a close friend in high school and she didn't even had a crush on her?
I know, one redhead per story and here Willow already is here. Not fair! lol

You know what, I am very glad to see that Victor Hugo's work inspired musicals which inspired fan fiction. Because I love Victor Hugo. Of course being one of the greatest author from the Romantism Movment, his work is great for love stories. But really. Here with the musical Les Misérables, there with Notre Dame De Paris... héhéhé kinda love this man ^^

Thanks my dear Dax

Your friend,

Julia

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Broken Dolls |The Stadium's Goddesses | Seeds Of Beauty

"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)

Oh a story I didnt know about!
Very cute update - nice to see you writing outside the Battlestar universe (not that that isn't good as well).
So long

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"System? It's called the alphabet!"

I am so loving this Daxy keep it coming.

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Dia the spelunker
Never underestimate the powerful love of a good woman
If you were a cave what kind of cave would you be

Title:
“Music was my first Love”

Author:
Dax

Disclaimer:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are registered trademarks of 20th Century Fox Film Corporation.

"Music" music and lyrics by John Miles.
Copyright 1976 The Decca Records Ca., Ltd., London

“Theme from The Incredible Hulk”, composed by Joe Harrnell.
Copyright 1978 MCA Music.

“What if.” Music and lyrics by Steven Mac & Wayne Hector.
Copyright 2001 Illuminated Films Ltd.

“100 Tears Away”, music and lyrics by Vonda Shepard & Paul Gordon.
Copyright 1982 Universal-Geffen Music, Vendredi Music and French Surf Music

“A Thousand Miles” music and lyrics by Vanessa Carlton.
Copyright 2002 A&M Records.

“Thank you for the Music”, music & lyrics by Benny Andersen & Björn Ulvaeus.
Copyright 1983 Polar Music International A.B.

Summary:
Following the events of “Wrecked”, Tara wanders through the halls of UC-Sunnydale, to find unexpected comfort and new hope.



Tara Maclay walked blindly through the halls of UC Sunnydale, what she wanted here she wouldn’t know, how she got here she couldn’t tell. And so she continued wandering, her blue eyes welling with moisture. She had no idea what the time was, and she didn’t care. Because it didn’t matter, nothing did anymore.

“Willow what have you done?” Tara whispered to herself. Only Minutes ago she had been talking to Buffy on the phone, after she had had this distinct feeling that something terrible had happened. And terrible it was, because Buffy had told her everything about Willow, Rack and how Dawn got injured in an car accident caused by Willow.

“Oh Willow, how on earth could you go to someone like Rack?” Tara asked the air in front of her, knowing that she could not ask Willow face to face right now. Not without crying all the time. And she had already cried so much, ever since she broke up with Willow.
But what had been left for her to do? After all, Willow had violated her memories, twice!
Tara had already wanted to end their relationship when she found out the first time.
But she hadn’t, instead she had hoped, prayed, if not begged in her mind, that this would be a one time only.
But then Willow had wanted to fix things with magic again. But the spell backfired and all went down hill from there.

Looking up, Tara found herself standing in front of the music lab.
Without further thinking, she magically unlooked the door and stepped in. With the moonlight pouring gracefully true the large windows, there was no need for her to switch on the light in order to find her way over to the grand piano in the middle of the room, Tara sat down in front of it and started to play. It had been years since the last time she’d played, it was the one other thing her late mother had taught her.

She began with the theme from the old ‘The Incredible Hulk’ TV show. Tara hadn’t been a fan of this fantasy series and had only but rarely watched it at all, but the end theme, played on a lonely piano, had always been one of her all-time favourites.
It was so wonderfully sad, and melancholy and right now it also reflected upon how she felt this very moment.
And then Tara started to sing, started to express her feelings in song and soon her angelic voice filled the air and drifted down the empty halls. With no other soul to hear it, but an lonely owl sitting in a tree, in front of the music labs windows.



The magic’s had made Willow change, but Tara knew that to simply blame all and everything upon magic would be wrong and far to easy.
Because in general, magic was nether good nor evil. What you did with the magical powers you possess, made the difference and Willow had very much power. She already had been quiet powerful when she had combined powers with Tara for the first time to move that wending machine, during the gentlemen’s visit.

Within the first year of their relationship Willow had quickly surpassed Tara in that respect. But it had always been Willow’s lack of experience, that had Tara sincerely worried.
Herself, Tara had been educated by her mother ever since she was little. Her mother had been her teacher and her role model.
Willow did not have this kind of guidance while exploring her abilities, she actually had more or less stumbled in to magic’s.
Nevertheless Willow had done well and Tara’s admiration for Willow’s abilities where heartfelt. But when Willow took the lead in bringing Buffy back from the dead, she had called upon powerful and dangerous spirits.

Today Tara knew that she should have stopped them all together, including herself, from bringing the Slayer back. But her judgement had been clouded by grief as well.
They use to say, ‘power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolute’.
And the powers that Willow had called upon, turned out to be even more corrupting.



Even though it hadn’t been long since she had broken up with Willow, there was not a single day that Tara didn’t ask herself if she could have noticed earlier or if she should have intervened earlier. But who was to say that there had been an earlier point, when she would have had the chance of actually getting thru to Willow?

After all, it had seamed to be the right point when she had first confronted her girlfriend about her far to casual use of magic. When she had merely decorated the living room by magic, when they still could have bought what was needed.
Could she have been more ‘diplomatic’ about it? Tara didn’t think so, she told Willow what she was feeling and why she was afraid that Willow was using magic to easily.
But Willow had reacted, by simply being evasive and before Tara had the chance to make herself more clear, before she could tell her more about her fears, Dawn had interrupted and Willow had simply walked out on her.
And when Dawn later got herself into trouble (again), she and Willow looked for her at the Bronx and there Willow again wanted to resolve there problem by using magic.
And the spell she wanted to do was far to risky, but she didn’t want to see it. All she saw was that Tara was taking sides against her. What, of course wasn’t true, but it got Willow only more stubborn.

“Willow, you are using to much magic! What do you want me to do? Just sit back and keep my mouth shut?”
“That’d be a good start.”
“If I didn’t love you so damn much, I would!”
“Tara!”

The words of their argument at the Bronx still echoed painfully true Tara’s mind. At the end of that evening she had not wanted to argue about this anymore.

But only because she felt it important for them both to calm down, not only Willow but herself too. She wanted them to slept over it for one night. So they would be able to speak about it rationally and without saying something in the heat of the moment, they both would regret later.
Unfortunately Willow had her own approach for solving their problems and she took the easy way out, by casting a spell on her.

It was the disgust she still felt about how easily Willow broke the trust between them, that hurt the most. Because it didn’t mean that Willow’s love for Tara had lessened, but that the influence the magic’s held over Willow had grown in a really frightening rate.



And Willow’s addiction to magic became even worse, on the day she went to see this Rack, to get high on dark magic’s. Tara knew about warlocks, dealers in black magic like him and she still couldn’t believe that Willow would do something like this. It made her realise even more, how much she had underestimated the temptation this kind of magic actually had upon Willow. Could she have stooped this, if she had not left her?

But then Tara knew that there was a point where she simply had to draw the line. And that was after Willow had used that forgetting spell the second time and really screwed it up badly. And as the result they all had complete amnesia and were nearly killed by vampires.

They had to hide in the sewers and even though she did not know anything about herself or the others, she felt this attraction towards the redheaded girl. And as they fell onto each other, she only wanted to kiss this girl and hold her forever.
But then the spell was broken and her heart broke too. Because Willow had done it again, had betrayed the trust between them again.
Tara had trusted Willow with her life, with her everything and if she could turn back time, she would do so again and again, but would Willow learn from this and resist the temptation?

She didn’t know and in the end such questions where purely philosophical.
Did Willow finally see that she had gone wrong? From what Buffy had told her, Tara could tell that luckily yes, even though only after this evening when she got high again and had put Dawn into great danger and had even injured her in the process.
It had been the eye-opener she had needed to finally see that she had a very serious problem and that she needed help to stop doing magic.

Tara knew that, like with any other addiction, the first and most important step was to see the problem and then take it step by step from there. She couldn’t tell how much she hoped that Willow would make it.



Tara sat quietly for a while as the song had come to an end, thinking about what she had just sung. No, she would never know what might have been, had she not left Willow and the only thing left was the future ahead of her.
But how could she simply go on? She couldn’t just let go of Willow, because despite everything she had done.
It was as she had told Dawn, that she still loved her so very much.

Tara looked out of the window at the stars, remembering the evening she and Willow had laid on the rooftop stargazing and her face became determined. If she could learn to forgive Willow for what she had done and learn to trust her again, she would do everything in her power to work things out with her.

And if Willow only felt the same way and wanted to work on it too, then there was still hope. The work they would have to do, would be hard and difficult and they had a very, very long way to go. But if there was only the slightest chance, she would walk a thousand miles, if she could be with Willow together again.

She smiled to herself. Well, if that wasn’t another of her favourites songs, that had something to say in this matter. And so she sang Vanessa Charlton’s ‘a thousand miles’, and ‘100 Tears away’ by Vonda Shepard, hopping that there was some truth in this song as well.



After singing some other songs Tara finally got tired, left the music lab and walked home. She entered her dorm room and looked around, how very empty this room, or any other room was without Willow. Miss Kitty slept soundly at the foot of the bed.
Tara changed into her nightshirt and went to bed too. She soon fell asleep and slept as peacefully as she hadn’t ever since she had moved out of the Summer’s house.
Before tonight she had felt nothing but grieve and despair, but singing some of her favourite songs had helped to ignite a tiny glimmer of hope in her heart. She would not allow that hope to die again and Tara knew that if Willow only wanted it too, their love could prevail even in the presents of the most greatest of difficulties.



Later that night, Tara woke up, her heart full of a careful hope, to realise two things.
First that Miss Kitty was now rested heavily (relatively to her small size that is) on her tummy, still sleeping soundly.
And second and more importantly, she realised that even in her darkest hour, her music would always help her to see if only the smallest light at the end of the darkest tunnel.

With a warm smile upon her lips, Tara gently replaced Miss Kitty Fantastico back next to her feet. And still smiling she closed her eyes again and went back to sleep upon the instant.





Appendix:
Alternative lyrics for John Miles’ Music.

Willow was my first love and she will be my last
Girlfriend of the future and girlfriend of the past
To live without my Soul mate, would be impossible to do
Cause In this world of trouble, my Willow pulls me through

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Today my friend, your diary entry will read: Took a […] hostage and got shoot by three armed bastards.”
Gene Hunt – Ashes to Ashes
“A Love Beyond the Stars”
“What Dreams may Come”

Dax there are no words to express how your writing makes me feel. I am so happy to have your story's and you in my life my dear friend love Cheryl

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Dia the spelunker
Never underestimate the powerful love of a good woman
If you were a cave what kind of cave would you be

awww ^^

Music is something like... vital. For me at least

Thanks.

Friendly,

Julia

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Broken Dolls |The Stadium's Goddesses | Seeds Of Beauty

"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)

Another sweet story! Though it made me chuckle that Tara played the Hulk theme but I always thought "What if" fits WT really well.
And yes, I will get working on chapter 8

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"I don't get your crazy system!"
"System? It's called the alphabet!"

Good writing Dax. I have always liked reading fiction that dealt on personal perceptions of 'behind the scenes'. It has a cathartic effect.

Title:
“West End Nightmare”
Author:
Dax
Über-Category:
West End Musical Song Fiction
Disclaimer:
“Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, and all related characters are registered trademarks of 20th Century Fox Film Corporation.
"Cell Block Tango”, from the musical “Chicago” ” music by John Kander, lyrics Fred Ebb.
Authors note:
The West End, is the Theatre District, of the City of London, where almost every known musical is played.

Summary:
The title says it all – I think, but in the end – life is just a dream!



Willow Rosenberg turned restlessly on her bunk. For nothing in the world would she ever be able to get any sleep in a place like this.
There was the constant tip, tip, tip of the water tap, accompanied by heavy footsteps from the catwalk above her.

‘What am I doing here?’ she thought. ‘I did nothing to deserve ending up in a place like this.’ Willow pulled the skimpy blanket up to her chin. Even though it wasn’t cold here, she felt chilly. Suddenly she heard words uttered from all around her, uttered by woman she could not see. Different woman who all uttered only but one single word.



Over and over again these woman whisperingly their words and faded. Now replaced by a disembodied male voice saying, no more like announcing:



The female voices returned. More forcefully they repeated their words, accompanied by music.

Pop
Six
Squish
Oh, oh
Cicero
Lipshits

By now Willow was on her feet and stood in front of the iron bars of her cell. They started to slide aside, while Willow wondered how in all places she had come to end up in Cook County America. After all she wasn’t even American – she was English!

Willow stepped out of her cell and into a seemingly endless room, no more like a stage. In the middle of it stood a single chair in front of a little table. She sat down on the chair and waited for the things to come.
In front of Willow appeared a line of iron bars and behind it a group of six woman, each standing behind her personal pace of bars.
They where all rather sexy looking, clad in black stockings panties bras and dessous.

Music drifted through the air, though Willow could nether see speakers, nor a actual orchestra. More and more Willow felt like she was sitting in the middle of a stage show or musical, as these six woman, what had the voice called them? The six merry murderesses started to sing,



One of the woman stepped around her bars and moved into the centre of the stage where a guy had risen up from beneath then stage.
She engaged the guy in a tango, while she told or so it seamed her story to Willow



For a moment the scene changed and Willow found herself inside a cell block, looking down at the same woman walking down the hallway talking to her fellow inmates.



The scene changed back to that strange stage world again.



She send the guy down to the ground and extracted a small red peace of cloth from his shirts collar. ‘Properly symbolic for her killing him,’ Willow thought, as all woman started to break into song together.



She danced away with the guy she just “killed” and the second woman slowly walked to the centre of the stage. She too was soon accompanied by a guy.



Again the scene changed to the one of a real prison, and something the way this prison looked struck Willow as being clearly odd, if not completely wrong.



In the strange stage world the guy was lying flat on his back by now, with the “Six – Girl” hovering over him.



With her teeth she pullet a red peace of cloth out of the guys mouth. And Willow thought by herself: ‘Poisoned – no kidding?’



The next woman took centre stage while the others and their respective partners slash victims, kept tangoing in the background. She was an African American, with – as her Grany would have called it: “Pepper in her bump”.
Again Willow found herself unable to keep herself from staring at the dark brown beauty, though she did remind herself once again that: “You have a girlfriend!”



Willow found herself standing right next to the black woman, in a row of sinks, brushing her teeth. Listening what the other woman had to say.



The next girls performance – if you would like to call it this way – was quiet differenced from the others. For once, she wasn’t glad in hot black underwear, but wore what looked like a plane black dress.
She was foreign, talking I a language Willow couldn’t understand, she guest though that it might be Hungarian. She danced a lovely ballet with her man.
After which Willow found herself asking somebody: “Yea, but did she do it?”

To which the Hungarian woman answered:



She pullet a white cloth from the guys neck. Maybe she really was innocent.



… said a woman, who looked suspiciously like Catherine Zeta-Jones to Willow. The next moment she knew, Willow was walking past the cell with her giving an interview.



One of the reporters shoot a picture and as the flash went of, Willow realized what had been so odd to her about that prison scenario she was pooping in and out to; it was definitely set in the nineteen fifties, and that when Willow knew for a fact that she was really living in the year two thousand and eight.



The last of the “Six Merry Murderesses” took centre and seeing that she too was glad in a hot black nothing, Willow looked down at herself to see that she was still wearing the dirty grey prison dress.
‘I’m not a murderess,” Willow thought, “’I never killed no one.’



They where sitting all together on a long table in a big hall, and on the blow of a whistle they all turned around their metal cups at the same time.



‘A bloke?’ Willow thought, sitting on the stage again. ‘Well that got to be hart.”
For a strait woman to find out that your boyfriend is not only cheating you with other woman, but also with a man.



For some reason, Willow expected that following the last woman’s tale, there would be the grant finale of this musical like number.
But far from it.
All six woman and their various partners withdrew from her into the darkness of the empty stage and Willow found herself standing right in the middle of a spot light pointed right at her.

She also noticed that she was no longer wearing the grey prisoners garb, but stockings, incredible high high-heals, and some hardly large enough black bra and panties.

Before Willow knew it, she too was starting to tell her tale.



A figure emerged from the darkness, a girl with long dark blond hair and clad in a plane white dress. Slowly this girl started to dance around Willow, never quiet facing her, so Willow could not tell if it really was Tara.
Nevertheless Willow joined into the dance, mirroring the other dancers movements. Dancing opposite her in a wide circle.



They both stopped dancing, the white girl standing with her back to Willow and from the left a dark looking guy moved slowly into the circle yet remained in shadows.



The dark figure raised his hands holding them together, making them look like a gun.
Willow wanted to yell at the white girl to run, but it wasn’t words of warning that came form her lips.



All of the sudden, the white dressed girl stood right in front of Willow facing her and Willow looked see that really was Tara.
Her eyes where opened wide in surprise and her mouth formed two words, but no sounds came from the red soft lips.
Instead a bright red spot formed over her heart, growing bigger and bigger until all of Tara’s dress was red as blood.
Then she slowly drooped out of side, leaving only Willow and that dark figure.



With slow elegant steps, Willow walked towards the murderer of her girlfriend. He tried to run form her, but from Willow’s wrist shoot red ropes binding him to the spot. Closer and closer Willow came to him staying connected with him with the red ropes.

He stood rooted to the spot, even as Willow let go of the ropes from her hands.



She lifted her hand and in a pushing movement send the imaginary bullet into his body. He wriggled in agony.



Willow made a fast movement with her hand and soon had a large table cloth sized peace of red cloth in her hand, sending the guy to the ground.




Now all of the other woman, plus many more got onto what now clearly looked like a theatre stage. Together with all these woman, Willow burst into song



Ever more powerful, ever more steamer the performance became with every time they repeated the chorus

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Today my friend, your diary entry will read: Took a […] hostage and got shoot by three armed bastards.”
Gene Hunt – Ashes to Ashes
“A Love Beyond the Stars”
“What Dreams may Come”

Yay for musical goodness...

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We few, we happy few. We band of buggered.

Posting While Nude Improves Your Mood.

Hi Dax

Bad little bread! You scared me, of course I knew you could make a repeat of this tragic moment but you scared me!!!

Women clad in black undies.. yummy ^^

It was nice though.

Friendly,

Julia

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Broken Dolls |The Stadium's Goddesses | Seeds Of Beauty

"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)

Brace yourself. Knifey blunt words coming your way.

Good plot, good plot, but ruined.

Love your narration. Smooth and easy. Love the plot, too, but alas, your lyrics for Willow wasn't up to par with the song's. Perhaps you had Willow's limited poetic skills in mind, but it was a dream and she could do anything. Her lyrics was too long as well. And the last bit, where they pop sizzled and--"Tara"--maybe "Bang" might be better, or something crucial to why she did it. [edit] I just reread and figured "Tara" might do as well! heh. [/]

I imposed myself. Take it if you wish. :]

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Willow: [pouty] Everyone's getting spanked but me.

"The I in Team"

oh Daxy this is powerful and moving .............bravo, bravo, dear friend.

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Dia the spelunker
Never underestimate the powerful love of a good woman
If you were a cave what kind of cave would you be