Shattered Souls

by Kinetic-Kid

Copyright © 2005

kwhite14@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Definitely no money being made. All characters belong to Joss Whedon and ME. I own nothing except whatever characters I may make up for this story.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse: http://mysticmuse.net
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Spoilers: What is left to be spoiled?
Author's Notes: If you don't like the story – blame me! I take full responsibility. If you don't like the pairing – blame Just MePrime!!! LOL It was her request for the 100th review on my Different Endings story!!
Pairing: Buffy/Tara/Anya

Tara picks up the phone, hesitating momentarily, before punching the number for the Summers' residence. As the phone rings she picks up the blanket, folding and placing it on the end of the couch, that her friend Jamie was letting her sleep on.

"Hi Buffy. How are you doing today?" Tara questions, worried about the slayer.

"I'm okay." Buffy answers disheartened. "Just getting ready for work." Buffy sits down on the stool.

"You know, if you n-need someone to talk to…" Tara trails off, wondering if she should bring up Spike.

"Thanks, Tara." Buffy smiles briefly, thinking about the caring witch. "I appreciate you letting me…" Buffy hesitates briefly, looking down. "Letting me unload on you."

"Buffy, I can be there for you. You don't have to deal with this by yourself." Tara whispers quietly. "You shouldn't deal with this by yourself."

"I – I'll consider it." Buffy finally answers. "You are coming to Dawn's birthday party, right?" Buffy questions hopefully.

"I'll be there." Tara acknowledges. "But, I kind of need to talk to Willow. Is she there?"

"Are you thinking about…" Buffy questions, wondering if the two women were finally getting back together, in a way, hoping they did. But in another way, thinking that their newfound friendship and closeness wouldn't have come about, if it weren't for the two women splitting.

"That's what I need to talk to Willow about." Tara admits quietly. "I think I should discuss it with her, before anyone else."

Buffy nods her head, before realizing that Tara can't see her. "Okay. You know, you can talk to me, too. If you need to."

"Thanks, Buffy." Tara smiles softly, thinking about the slayer, even with everything happening to her, she still worries about everyone else.

"Let me get her. Don't be a stranger, maybe we can get together for coffee or something." Buffy offers.

"That sounds wonderful." Tara bites her lip as she hears Buffy calling for Willow.

"Here she is." Buffy lets Tara know as she hands the phone to Willow. "I'm going to work."

Willow watches as Buffy leaves the house, frowning at the dejected slayer. "Tara?" Willow questions, her heart picking up at the thought that maybe Tara was willing to forgive her and come back home.

"Hi, W-willow." Tara stutters before taking a deep breath to get her thoughts in order. "I want to meet and talk with you. Discuss our relationship."

Willow swallows hearing the sad note in Tara's voice. "Ummm. Sure. When and where?" Willow clenches her teeth, her gut clenching in a hard knot.

"Espresso Pump in an hour?" Tara offers up, frowning at the tense note in Willow's voice.

"I'll be there…" Willow rubs a hand across her forehead, feeling a headache start. "This isn't going to be good, is it?"

"We'll talk in an hour." Tara whispers into the phone. "'Bye, Willow." Tara gently hangs the phone up, feeling tears coming to her eyes. Sadly wiping them away, she walks towards the bathroom to get ready.

Willow walks slowly towards the Espresso Pump, feeling the urge to run back to the house, so whatever is going to happen, doesn't. Looking up, she shoves her hands in her jacket pockets as she sees Tara sitting outside, sipping her mug of tea, with probably a mocha in front of the other seat for herself. Finishing walking the last couple yards, she watches as blue eyes look up, making eye contact with her as she sits down across from her ex-lover.

Smiling nervously, Willow reaches for the mocha, looking down after seeing the sad look in Tara's eyes. "I assume this is for me?"

"Yes." Tara answers simply, watching Willow closely.

"Is it over?" Willow whimpers, tears coming to her eyes looking up at Tara.

Tara looks down into her tea, cupping both hands around the mug. "I want you to know a part of me will always love you, Willow." Tara glances up into the teary eyed face of her ex-lover. "But I can't ever trust you or be with you again." Tara finishes on a quiet whisper.

"But…no magic…I'm…" Willow trails off, tears streaming down her face. "I love you." She cries out.

"Oh, Goddess." Tara runs a shaking hand over her face before making eye contact with Willow. "I am so proud of you for not doing magic, Willow. You're doing great." Tara looks down briefly, running her finger over the handle of her mug. Taking a deep breath, she looks back up. "You lied to me, Willow. You promised me no magic, then you performed another forget spell less than twenty-four hours later. I will be able to forgive you in time, but I'll never be able to forget." Tara looks sadly at the hacker. "I can't be with someone that would knowingly reach in and steal my memories, my life away from me, Willow." Standing up, Tara buttons her jacket and picks up her purse. "I do love you, Willow. But we can't ever have what we did. Maybe, when you can see past all this, we can be friends again. I really would like that." Tara whispers, tears rolling down her face as she turns and quickly walks away.

Willow whimpers, watching the love of her life walk away from her, knowing in her heart that she's lost the woman for good. Feeling a surge of anger start to work through her body, she clamps down on those feelings, realizing that's what got her into trouble to begin with. Roughly wiping the tears away from her face, she sighs looking down into her mocha cup. Pushing it away, she slowly stands and trudges back to the house.

Tara walks around town, not paying attention to where she's going. Wondering to herself if she's done the right thing, but knowing in her heart she can never be with Willow again. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she looks down as she walks, not realizing she's been walking for hours and hours.

Buffy sighs as she clocks out, pulling off her ridiculous hat and putting it up in the break room. Groaning at the smell of greasy fried foods oozing from her pores, she walks out of the DMP heading towards home. After walking at a good clip for a couple blocks, she sees a familiar figure hunched over, walking ahead of her. Picking up the pace, she pulls up beside Tara. Glancing over, waiting for Tara to acknowledge her, she sees her tear streaked face.

Tara looks out of the corner of her eyes, seeing Buffy walking beside her, smiling sadly, she turns her head to look at her fully. "I ended it for good." She whispers, tears starting to fall from her eyes again.

Buffy places a hand on her arm, pulling Tara to a stop. Facing the witch she sees the sadness, heartbreak and pain. "Oh, Tara." Buffy hesitantly reaches out for the witch, surprised, when Tara buries her head in her shoulder, sobbing and wrapping her arms around her in a crushing embrace. Placing her arms gingerly around the witch, rubbing her hands gently on the witch's back.

Not having any idea what to say, Buffy just holds and tries to comfort the witch. After long minutes, Buffy realizes Tara's finally stopped crying, just having the occasional hiccup from the tears. "You know I just finished work and smell like a big greasy burger right?" Buffy tries to joke quietly.

Snorting out a half sob half laugh, Tara nods her head against Buffy's shoulder. "I noticed." She whispers rubbing her face against Buffy before releasing her death grip on the slayer, slowly backing away. "I'm sorry for…" Tara waves her hand towards Buffy's shoulder while looking down.

"Nothing to be sorry over. But if we make this a habit, we're going to need to invest in a tissue company." Buffy smiles sadly starting to reach for the witch, dropping her hand back to her side. "Do you want to talk?"

Tara looks up as Buffy's hand drops back, frowning before looking into the sad hazel eyes. "I told her that we were through. I can't ever trust her again. Even though one day I'll forgive her, I'll never be able to forget, or be with her again." Starting to slowly walk down the street, she glances at Buffy as she falls in beside her.

"It's hard." Buffy murmurs watching her feet as they walk. "Sometimes, I feel so angry at her for bringing me back. Then the rest of the time, I don't feel much of anything."

"How are things between you and…" Tara frowns, hating to mention the vampire's name.

"The same." Buffy admits glancing up looking down the road. "Beat each other up, then fuck each other. Go home nursing the bruises."

"Buffy." Tara starts hating the dead empty sound of the slayer's voice.

"I know." Buffy looks down. "It isn't healthy and I'm being self-destructive. I hate it and I hate myself for doing it."

"What do you need, Buffy?" Tara whispers, bringing the slayer to a halt looking at her.

"If I knew that, I would tell you in a heartbeat." Buffy clenches her jaw before looking into worried blue eyes. "I'll work through it, Tara. I appreciate you being here for me to talk to." Looking up at the slowly darkening sky, she frowns. "You need to head home…" Buffy stops and looks at the witch. "Where are you living at?"

Tara looks down, tucking her hands back in her jacket pockets. "I'm sleeping on the couch at a friend's house." Seeing the disturbed and guilty look crossing Buffy's face, she shakes her head. "I'm fine. I couldn't get back into the dorms, so Jamie, a friend from one of my classes, offered me use of her couch."

"Hell, I'm sorry, Tara. I didn't even think about where you would go when you moved out." Buffy mutters kicking at the ground as they start walking again.

"Buffy, it isn't your fault." Tara admonishes gently. "It isn't your fault that things go wrong. We screw up our lives just fine on our own." Sighing quietly, Tara glances up at the lights starting to come on down the street. "All I ever really wanted was someone to love and to love me back. Someone I could trust with my mind, body, heart and soul. I'm starting to think that's an impossibility." Tara shakes her head. "I'm staying around the block."

"I'll make sure you get in okay." Buffy glances at Tara before questioning softly. "How did she take it?"

"She was upset, hurt. She knew why I called." Tara wipes a tear from her face. Sighing she turns up the walkway to the older apartment building. "I don't know if it'll be possible, but I hope that someday we may be able to be friends." Tara unlocks the door to the apartment building, turning to look at Buffy. "Thanks for walking me home."

Buffy nods frowning. "She probably needs someone to talk to."

"Probably." Tara looks down picking at her skirt. "If you don't want, maybe you can get Xander to take her out and talk to her."

"I'll do it." Buffy whispers. "I need to get back into the land of the living." Buffy thinks to herself how truer words have never been spoken.

"Be careful and take care of yourself, Buffy." Tara softly voices the words. "You've got people that care about you and love you. Remember that." Tara quickly turns on her heel and heads into the building.

Buffy stands there for a long moment staring at the closed door before turning around and heading home.

Walking in the door, Buffy slowly works her way up the stairs. Seeing the door to Willow's room closed, she sighs as she listens to the heart breaking sobs coming from behind the door. Deciding to hold off for a few moments, she goes to her room. Grabbing a pair of jeans and shirt to change into before going to the bathroom to take a shower.

Knocking lightly on the door, Buffy listens for some kind of acknowledgement from Willow. Waiting for a few minutes, Buffy knocks a little louder sighing. Hearing the sobs still coming from Willow, Buffy finally pushes open the door to slowly walk into the hacker's room. Easing down to sit beside Willow, Buffy reaches out hesitantly and places her hand on the woman's shaking shoulders. Frowning at how the hacker is scrunched up in a tight ball.

"It'll get better." Buffy whispers gently squeezing Willow's shoulder.

Willow impossibly, squeezes into an even smaller ball. "No it won't." She shudders, the tears still falling. "I fucked up so bad. She isn't ever taking me back. Not even a chance of her coming back to me." Willow brokenly gets out between sobs.

"I'm sorry." Buffy sighs. "I wish I could make everything right for you, Willow."

Willow snorts out a sarcastic laugh. "Why? I fucked you up worse than I did myself. You were happy, finally at peace and what does the witch with a God complex do? Brings you back to this Hellhole. Why are you letting me stay here? Why do you even care that I'm in here crying myself into a red faced, swollen eyed mess? I'm such a major screw up, Buffy. Goddess, I love her so much and what do I do? I take her memories away from her, not once, but twice! And you know what she said was the reason she can't take me back? Was it stealing her memories? No, it was the fact that I promised her to not do any magic. She found out about the first memory swipe and almost left me then, I begged and pleaded with her to stay, to forgive me. She finally relented, stayed with me. So did I learn my lesson? Did I realize how close I came to losing the one thing wonderful in my life? Hell no!! I decide to play God, tried to fix you and her, AFTER promising her not to do any magic for a week. That worked well, didn't it?"

Buffy sits there stunned as everything Willow told her slowly sinks in. Never knowing what the actual cause of the split between the two women, she has a hard time believing Willow would do something like that…until she remembers the big forget spell that thankfully backfired. Not knowing what to say, Buffy continues the stroking of Willow's shoulder.

Willow slowly uncurls herself and sits up, rubbing her hands across her face roughly. "I'm going to move back home, Buffy. I need to get my head back together. Do me a favor. I don't know where she's staying, but see if you can get Tara to move back in here with you guys. Dawnie loves her and she loves Dawnie. She'll be better for you two than I am."

Buffy stares in shock at Willow, her mouth opening and closing before she shakes her head. "Willow…"

"Don't, Buffy." Willow interrupts looking at the confused slayer. "Bring her home. I'll get my stuff together tonight and move back home tomorrow. No arguments." Willow stands and reaches into the closet, grabbing out her luggage. "Mom's home right now. I'll have her help me get the stuff back to the house."

Buffy watches Willow start filling the luggage with her clothes. "Won't you think about this?"

"I have." Willow doesn't look at Buffy, continuing to pack her clothes. "In between crying and sleeping." Willow makes brief eye contact with Buffy. "Dawnie knows her phone number. Take care of her for me." Willow turns back around emptying the drawers to the dresser, stopping momentarily as she comes across one of Tara's shirts. Running her fingers over it, she inhales deeply before placing it aside.

"Wills." Buffy tries again.

"Don't, Buffy. This is hard enough as it is. Just let me go, please." Willow begs quietly. "You need to go on patrol."

Buffy frowns, not knowing what to say. Slowly standing she watches Willow with sad eyes.

"Go, please." Willow hunches her shoulders looking down at the dresser, clenching the edge tightly in her hands as she feels the slayer's eyes on her.

Buffy finally walks towards the door, leaving the hacker alone.

Willow sighs as she hears the door shut behind the slayer. "I've got to figure out my life, Buffy. I'm sorry." Willow whispers to the empty room.

Buffy works slowly through the cemetery, slowing down as she comes across a fresh grave. Hopping up on a tombstone, she pulls out a stake, spinning it absentmindedly in her hand, waiting for the vampire to show.

Thinking about what Willow asked of her, she feels her heart aching at the obvious hurt the hacker is feeling. Opening her eyes wide in shock, as she realizes she's actually feeling something besides anger, it takes her a moment to realize the vampire has climbed out of the grave. Jumping down, she does a quick spin kick, knocking it back a couple feet before slamming his jaw with a hard uppercut. As he falls back on the ground dazed, Buffy quickly stakes him. Tucking her stake back away, she walks around the cemetery before heading back out on patrol. After walking a couple blocks, she feels a vampire near, waiting for it to show itself, she continues strolling along. When she gets a whiff of cigarette smoke and makes out the blonde hair ahead of her, she frowns.

Pulling up beside the bleached blonde vampire, Buffy shakes her head. "Spike, I can't do this anymore."

"What's wrong, luv?" Spike throws his cigarette on the ground, crushing it under his boot. "I thought we got something good goin' here."

"No, we beat the hell out of each other, then have violent sex." Buffy growls quietly, looking up into the ice blue eyes of the vampire. "I've got to go on with my life, Spike. And you aren't part of that. You can't be part of that. I finally realized, that I need someone that I can walk in the sun with. Share my whole life with. You can't be that person. Hopefully, some day I'll find someone."

"Oh, right." Spike sarcastically mutters. "Getting holier than thou, now?" Spike reaches out grabbing the slayer by both arms, jerking her into his body. "You enjoy the demon in me, Slayer. I know it, you know it."

Buffy pushes him away, ripping her arms from his grasp. "Spike, I can't. I can't go through this anymore. I need to get back to the land of the living. I can't do that with you. Please, just accept the fact that we're through, and leave me alone. Please." Buffy whispers stepping back away from the vampire. "I appreciate everything you've done for us, for Dawn. But we're through."

"So, it's gonna be like that, is it?" Spike growls pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. "You'll be back, luv. You like the violence. You need it. You ain't gonna find it with any regular person."

"No, I don't need it." Buffy shakes her head, realizing finally, what Tara had previously been trying to tell her. "I need love and understanding. You don't know what that is, no matter what you might think or believe. I'm sorry, but just leave me alone." Buffy slowly walks away, leaving the vampire behind.

Spike clenches his jaw, inhaling deeply of the cigarette. "You're not going to get rid of me that easily, Slayer." Spike growls out flicking his cigarette away. "I'll figure out a way to get back in your pants." He spins around, his leather coat swaying around his body before heading away from the way the slayer went.

Buffy carries down the last of Willow's stuff, slowly walking out to her mom's car. Placing it gently in the trunk, she watches as Willow hugs a teary eyed Dawn. Swallowing she walks up to the hacker.

Willow smiles sadly at Dawn. "I've got to do this, Dawnie. Hopefully Tara will move back home with you two."

Dawn nods her head, wiping her eyes. "I know. Don't make it hurt any less, but I understand."

"I'll be here next weekend for your birthday party. Be good, Dawnie." Willow's lip cocks up in a half smile.

"I'll try." Dawn nods her head looking down. "Please don't hide away, come and visit."

"I will." Willow hugs the teen once more, before turning to the sad eyed slayer.

Buffy looks at the hacker for a long moment before nodding her head. "I'll give you the time you need. But don't you forget who your friends are. And don't forget, we're family."

Willow smiles tremulously before hugging Buffy strongly. "Thank you, Buffy."

Hugging her back, Buffy feels a small smile cross her face. "You're welcome. If you need me, call. Don't forget to stay in at night. If you get caught out, let me know."

"I will." Willow wipes a tear from her face, after pulling out of the slayer's arms. "Take care of each other."

"We will." Buffy wraps a tentative arm around her sister, and smiles as Dawn pushes into her body, wrapping both arms around her. "I think she'll be okay."

"I hope so." Dawn whispers watching as Willow climbs in the car and waves goodbye to them. "Who's going to call Tara?" Dawn questions quietly.

"Do you want to?" Buffy turns with Dawn to walk back into the house, walking towards the kitchen.

"It might be better coming from you." Dawn suggests looking down. "If she balks, maybe you can use me as a trump card, that I need her here or something."

Buffy smiles, chuckling quietly. "All we would probably have to say, is that we want her here, and she'll come home, Dawn."

"You're probably right, I'll call." Taking a deep breath, Buffy smiles at her sister before picking up the phone. "What's the number?" She punches in the numbers as Dawn rattles them off. Waiting for someone to pick up the phone on the other end, she watches as Dawn grabs a water out of the refrigerator, and heads into the living room.

"Umm, hello. Is Tara there?" Buffy questions after the phone is answered.

"Hold on a minute." Jamie looks towards Tara. "Phone call, Tara."

"Thanks." Tara smiles briefly as she takes the phone from her temporary roommate.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Tara." Buffy smiles at the questioning note in the witch's voice.

"Buffy! How are you?" Tara sits down, surprised at hearing from the slayer. "Is everything okay?"

"Well, yes, and sort of." Buffy frowns before sighing. "You aren't to blame, so don't take it that way, okay?"

Tara frowns momentarily. "I'm not to blame for what?"

"Willow's moved back home. She said; she needs to get her head straightened out. And even if she hadn't suggested it, I'd ask this anyway. Will you please move back in?" Buffy unconsciously holds her breath.

"What?" Tara shakes her head, trying to make sense of what the slayer had said. "Let me get this right, Willow moved out, and she wants me to move back in with you guys?"

"Partly. We want you to move back in, also. You're family, Tara. We want you here with us." Buffy looks down at the floor for a long moment. "Please?"

Tara blinks for long moments in surprise. "I…I don't know what to say."

"Say you're packing up your stuff, and I'll walk over to help bring you home." Buffy makes the statement. "Do I need to fight dirty?" Buffy questions half jokingly.

"Fight dirty?" Tara repeats confused.

"Yeah, like saying that Dawn really needs you here, and that I need someone to talk to, that knows everything that I've been going through?" Buffy whispers quietly into the phone.

"Oh…" Tara inhales deeply before nodding her head. "It'll only take me a couple minutes to pack. I've kind of been living out of the boxes."

"I'll leave now." Buffy releases her tense stance. "'Bye, Tara."

"'Bye." Tara hangs up the phone, surprised. Looking up, she sees Jamie looking at her questioningly. "I guess I'm moving back into the house."

Jamie nods her head, smiling. "Kind of sounded that way. You're always welcome, if you need the couch."

Tara smiles crookedly. "Thanks, Jamie. I'm just kind of in shock."

"You're a wonderful person, Tara." Jamie's eyes twinkle with mischief all of a sudden. "And if I didn't have a boyfriend…" Jamie chuckles as Tara blushes. "Need help getting everything together?"

"No, I've got it." Tara bites her lip. "I really appreciate your letting me stay here."

"What? I think I got the good end of the deal. I haven't eaten this good since I left home." Jamie smiles. "You know where I live, if you need me."

Tara smiles as Jamie leaves the apartment for her date with her boyfriend. "Thanks, Jamie." She whispers before quickly gathering her few items, placing them in the box. Looking around the apartment, she checks the bathroom, grabbing her body wash and bathroom kit. Tucking them away in a box, she smiles finally letting it sink in, she's heading back to the house she has come to think of, as home.

"I'm going to help Tara bring her stuff home." Buffy looks at her sister sitting on the couch, smiling at the obvious happiness crossing her face. "You okay here, until we get back?"

"Gosh, yes." Dawn bounces on the cushion. "I'll go upstairs, strip the bed, and clean the bedroom before you guys get back." Dawn yells before running up the stairs, leaving Buffy actually laughing, watching the quick retreat of the teen.

"Wow." Buffy blinks in surprise at actually laughing, and feeling happy for the first time since coming back. "Interesting." Buffy walks to the door, heading towards downtown.

Buffy looks at the three boxes and the bag, sitting on the floor by the door. "This it?" She glances up at Tara.

"That's all." Tara admits, looking at the meager belongings that make up her life. Watching as Buffy lifts each item briefly, before finally settling on the heavy bag, slinging it over her shoulder, and grabbing the two heaviest boxes, stacking one on top of the other, before picking them up.

"Let's head to the house." Buffy smiles briefly, watching as Tara grabs the last box.

"I can carry more than this." Tara offers looking at Buffy.

"I got it." Buffy shakes her head, before walking out of the apartment. Buffy glances over at Tara, as they walk towards her house. "I ran into Spike last night." Buffy starts quietly.

Tara stiffens at the vampire's name, really wanting to stake the son of a bitch for taking advantage of Buffy, when she needed friendship and family, instead of being fucked and abused. Taking a couple deep breaths, she slowly calms down. "What happened?" She questions softly, after getting control of her emotions.

"I ended it." Buffy admits quietly, looking down the road. "Not so sure he's going to leave it at that."

"He will, if he knows what's good for him." Tara growls out quietly.

Buffy blinks in surprise at the witch. "Tara?" She questions hesitantly.

"Sorry." Tara shakes her head, picking up the pace slightly. "I just don't like the fact that he took advantage of you, when you needed friendship."

"I was a willing participant, Tara." Buffy whispers.

"No you weren't. Not really." Tara shakes her head, glancing at the slayer. "You just thought that was your only option. Now you know better. Know you have people to talk to, that will be there for you, no matter what."

"I have you, to be there no matter what." Buffy specifies. "You've been a wonderful friend throughout all this, Tara. I want you to know, how much I appreciate your being there for me."

"And I will be, no matter what." Tara smiles briefly. "Remember that, please."

"I will." Buffy acknowledges quietly. "Dawn is cleaning the room, and stripping the bed for you. She was extremely excited at the fact of you coming back home." Buffy grins thinking about her sister.

"She just misses my pancakes." Tara jokes, smiling.

"Nah. She misses you. You've always been there for her. Through everything, you always helped her, no matter what." Buffy continues seriously. "I want to thank you, for taking care of her when I was…" Buffy hesitates, looking up at the bright sunny day. "When I was gone."

Tara gazes at the slayer. "No matter what ever happens, I'll always be there for her, Buffy. You know that."

"Yes I do." Buffy nods smiling. "Of that, I have no doubt, whatsoever."

Tara smiles at the slayer as they continue walking.

"Got everything situated?" Buffy questions from the doorway, watching as Dawn bounces on the bed, as Tara closes the dresser drawer.

"Yes." Tara smiles turning to the slayer. "Thanks for your help, Dawnie."

"Welcome." Dawn stands up, hugging Tara briefly. "I'm hungry."

Tara chuckles, watching as Dawn bounces out of the room. Shaking her head, she glances at Buffy, surprised to see a soft smile on her face. "Doing better?" Tara questions quietly.

"I'm getting there." Buffy nods. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather not eat one of Dawn's concoctions for dinner."

Tara laughs quietly as she follows Buffy out of her room. "She does have a tendency to make some very unusual combinations of food."

"That's a nice way of putting it." Buffy smirks as she heads down the stairs, into the kitchen.

Tara quickly sorts through the kitchen, frowning at the lack of food available. "Well, how do you two feel about soup and sandwiches?"

"That's fine." Buffy murmurs grabbing a water out of the fridge, frowning, as she realizes that Tara noticed. "I gotta go to the store."

"I'll make a list, and go after lunch." Tara opens the soup cans, dumping them in a pot. Turning the stove on, she grabs down plates and the loaf of bread. Pulling the lunchmeat and cheese out of the fridge, she sets them on the counter, watching as Buffy reaches in, grabbing the condiments out, placing them besides the meat.

"I'll throw together the sandwiches." Buffy offers.

"Well, what else am I going to do?" Tara looks around, before grabbing a notepad and pen out of the drawer. Sitting down at the island, she starts making a list for the grocery store. Frowning as she realizes, she doesn't have enough money to get everything, she starts trimming the list down to the essentials. Biting her lip, she thinks before standing up, and walking to the phone. Dialing Anya at the Magic Box, she sits back down at the island.

"Thank you for calling the Magic Box, your one stop shop for all your Magical needs." Anya chirps out.

"Hi, Anya." Tara smiles at the greeting. "I need to ask you something."

"Good afternoon, Tara. What do you need to ask?" Anya smiles, happy to hear from the one person, she really considers a friend.

"Are you still looking for someone to fill in during the evenings?" Tara questions.

"Yes I am. Do you want the job?" Anya asks hopefully, having offered the job to the witch previously, but being turned down, because she didn't want to be around where Willow would show up.

"If you're still willing to have me." Tara smiles briefly. She glances up as she watches Buffy's hands still, from making the sandwiches. Making eye contact with concerned hazel eyes, Tara smiles reassuringly at the slayer.

"When can you start?" Anya questions quickly.

"When do you need me?" Tara throws back at the ex-vengeance demon.

"Want to start Monday? Come by after your classes and we can work out a schedule?" Anya starts thinking about possibilities. "What changed? You turned me down because you didn't want to run into Willow."

"Ummm." Tara looks down briefly, before taking a deep breath. "She and I are completely through. I won't be taking her back. She knows now, and it's pretty much a moot point."

"I am sorry." Anya blinks briefly. "But it is good news for me."

Tara chuckles at Anya. "I'll be by Monday after classes."

"See you then." Anya hangs up grinning from ear to ear, happy to have the witch working for her.

"Why are you doing that?" Buffy questions, looking with concern at Tara.

"We need the extra money. And Anya had previously offered me the job, I didn't want to take it, thinking I was going to run into Willow." Tara admits quietly, finishing making the sandwiches, Buffy had stopped in the middle of doing.

Buffy sits down hard on the seat. "How are you going to do all your studying and everything, while working at the Magic Box?"

"Anya is going to let me study while I'm there. I'll keep a running list of all items that are sold while I'm working. She told me I wouldn't have to worry about stocking the shelves or anything like that, because she usually has time to do it during the day, so it shouldn't be hard." Tara cuts the sandwiches before grabbing down bowls, filling them with the soup. "Dawnie, come get your lunch." Tara smiles as Dawn comes in grabbing her plate and bowl.

"Thanks, Tara." Dawn grins hugely. "Do you guys mind if I eat in the living room, there's this really cool show on the Disney Channel."

"That's fine." Buffy nods at her sister, watching her leave the kitchen. Turning back to watch Tara sit down and nibble on her sandwich, Buffy picks up her spoon, starting to eat her soup. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Tara looks up in surprise.

"Making it so you have to get a job." Buffy mutters quietly.

Tara sighs, placing her hand over the slayers. "I was already looking for a job, Buffy. The stipend I get for housing isn't that much, and I was going to need something to help. So don't take the blame for something that isn't your fault." Tara explains quietly, before pulling her hand away to continue eating her lunch.

"It's what I do." Buffy sets her spoon down, frowning.

"Then stop it." Tara strongly states the three words, making Buffy jerk her head up looking at her. "Everything is not your fault. You need to stop being so fucking self-righteous and self-centered, and realize that everybody makes their own decisions. Makes their own mistakes. You have enough things to worry about, being the slayer and a sister, don't fucking add everything else to it." Tara growls out before standing, placing the dirty dishes in the sink, and striding out of the room.

Buffy sits in stunned silence, almost feeling like the witch had smacked her across the face with the words. "Is that what I do?" Buffy questions the empty room. Thinking on what the woman said, she realizes she does take the blame for everything that happens. "God, I've been doing it for so long, how am I supposed to stop?" Buffy whispers before sighing. Gathering up her dirty dishes, she runs the water, slowly washing the dirty dishes.

"Do you have to work tomorrow?" Dawn questions as she brings her dishes in.

"Yeah, I have to do morning shift." Buffy washes the dishes Dawn placed in the water before letting the water out. Taking the rag, she wipes down the counters, frowning as she hears the front door shut. Looking out the window, she watches Tara stride down the street with a light jacket on, carrying her purse. "Ah, hell." Buffy mutters. "Is there anything in particular you want this week to eat?"

"I wouldn't mind to have stuff to make shakes." Dawn smiles hopefully.

"I'll see what I can do. Stay in the house, Tara's already left, and I know she's going to need some help." Buffy grins briefly as she grabs her jacket and cash, quickly heading out to catch up to the witch.

"Goddess, I can't believe she wants to take the blame for everything that happens." Tara growls as she sits down, yanking her shoes on. Quickly tying them, she grabs her purse, checking the money, frowning, at the $50 she has, wishing she had more. Sighing she pulls her jacket on before quickly heading down the stairs, and out of the house.

"Like she doesn't have enough to worry about." Tara mutters after a few minutes, as she strides down the street. "I can't believe I went off on her, like that's a big help. I'm sure she wants me in the house, if I'm going to act like that."

Buffy chuckles as she listens to the witch talk to herself. "Actually, I'm glad you did say the things you did." Buffy grins as Tara stops dead in her tracks. Walking up besides the pale witch, Buffy laughs quietly. "Do it more often."

"Goddess, I'm sorry Buffy. I had no right to go off on you like I did." Tara looks down at the ground.

"Don't Tara. You were right." Buffy admits quietly. "Come on, let's go to the store. And if you catch me taking the blame for everything again, call me on it."

Tara looks at the slayer surprised. "You sure? I mean, it isn't really any of my business…"

"Yeah it is. It's what one friend does for another friend." Buffy calmly makes the statement as they walk into the grocery store.

Tara chuckles quietly at Anya. "So you would like me to work from 4:00 - 8:00 every evening, and we'll alternate Saturdays?"

"Yes. If you can, maybe you can come in and open the shop earlier, when I am away on my honeymoon, after Xander and I get married." Anya smiles hopefully at the witch. "I was planning on just closing the shop, but I don't want to miss out on making money."

"I can do that." Tara smiles softly at the ex-demon, as she helps her restock the shelves.

"Of course, you can study while it's quiet. We discussed that before." Anya thinks heavily. "I will pay you once a week. Friday, if that is okay?"

"Hold back a week?" Tara questions, as she closes the jar she just finished filling.

Anya frowns. "I don't like doing that."

"Well, if you want, my pay period can go from Friday through Thursday? That way, this Friday, you'll pay me for working Monday through Thursday of this week." Tara makes the offer.

"I like that idea. That is what I'll do. Leave a note on the desk Thursday night with your total hours, and I'll write your check on Fridays, when I come in." Anya smiles happily at getting this taken care of.

"Anything else need to be re-stocked?" Tara questions quietly giving the shelves the once-over, not noticing anything.

"No, that was all. Thank you for your help." Anya nods at the witch.

"Well, technically, you're paying me for it, Anya." Tara smiles indulgently at the ex-demon.

"That is true. But it doesn't hurt to say thank you." Anya looks around, sighing quietly. "It is going to feel weird getting home early."

"Look at it this way, it'll give you time to finish getting ready for your wedding." Tara smiles as she grabs her books, sitting them on the counter.

"Tara?" Anya questions quietly looking at the witch, with a slight look of trepidation.

Tara glances up, making eye contact with Anya. "What is it?"

"I was wondering, if you would be my Maid of Honor." Anya asks hopefully. "I understand you're monetarily challenged at this moment, and I would pay for your dress."

Tara blinks in surprise. "I, I don't know what to say."

"Say, yes." Anya whispers. "I consider you my one true friend, out of everyone."

Tara swallows and nods her head. "I would be honored, to be your Maid of Honor, Anya."

Anya jumps up, hugging Tara tightly. "Thank you very, very much." Pulling away she frowns. "That was just a best friend hug. I was not wishing to have lesbian sex with you."

Tara bites back a laugh. "I understand, Anya. You like men." Tara can't help the big grin crossing her face. Yes, she honestly likes the ex-vengeance demon. Part of the woman's charm, is her bluntness.

"Oh, that isn't it." Anya waves her hand airily. "I have been with hundreds of women. It's just that I am with Xander right now."

"You've been with women?" Tara questions, surprised.

"Oh, yes." Anya nods her head smiling. "I am over 1200 years old, do you honestly think, in all that time, I haven't played both sides of the fence? My, the number of times I've been the rebound person for women. That has been known to be some of the best sex imaginable." Anya nods her head, narrowing her eyes briefly, looking at Tara. "I bet you are a wildcat in the sack. It is too bad I am with Xander."

Tara blushes deeply, quickly grabbing a textbook, opening it.

Anya laughs heartily. "Don't think I didn't notice all the times you and Willow would sneak off, up into the stacks, or down in the basement. You two were very active, weren't you?"

"Anya, please." Tara whispers embarrassed. "I don't think this is the proper place, to be discussing this."

Anya looks around the empty shop. "Why not? It isn't like anybody is in here, right now. Tell me honestly, you were very active, weren't you?"

Tara sighs, shaking her head. "Yes, Anya. We were very active. Most days it was four or five times." Not believing she's actually talking about her sex life with Anya, Tara giggles. Watching as Anya bites her lip, trying not to laugh, Tara narrows her eyes briefly, considering the ex-demon. All of a sudden, a light bulb goes off in Tara's mind. "You talk about sex all the time just to irritate people, and make them uncomfortable, don't you?"

Anya closes her eyes as the laughter bubbles up. Sitting down at the table, she grins.

Tara laughs, and walks around to join the woman at the table. "Why do you do it?"

"Shock value. It's hilarious to see everyone turning different shades of red, seeing how long it takes to make them angry at me." Anya smirks. "It's good entertainment."

Tara shakes her head, relaxing completely. "Does Xander know why you do it?"

"Oh, no. He thinks I do it because that's just the way I am. He still hasn't caught on to the fact I like to get a rise out of everyone. Even though, I must admit, you weren't as easy to get a rise out of, as everyone else." Anya tilts her head considering the witch. "I can usually get you to blush, but you never seem to get angry or mad at me."

Tara smirks at Anya. "Probably cause I got a little entertainment out of watching you irritate everyone, too."

Anya laughs, nodding her head. "I knew it. You aren't going to tell on me, are you?"

Tara shakes her head, smiling. "Your secret's safe with me."

"Thank you." Anya smiles genuinely at the witch. "Willow made a huge mistake screwing up your relationship. You are a very wonderful, caring, beautiful woman." Anya's eyes dip down to Tara's cleavage, as a wicked look crosses her face. "With very beautiful breasts." Wiggling her eyebrows at Tara.

Tara laughs heartily and shakes her head. "I'm onto you now. I won't be as easily embarrassed."

"Damn." Anya grumbles, before smirking. "I'll just have to try harder."

Tara stands up grinning to walk behind the counter. Sitting on the stool, she opens her book back up and flips her notebook open. "Thanks for the job, Anya."

"You're welcome." Anya smiles softly before walking around and hugging Tara. "If you need anything, please let me know."

Tara watches Anya, seeing the sincerety in the woman's face. "Thank you."

"Have a wonderful night, hopefully you'll make lots of money." Anya reaches down grabbing her purse before heading for the door.

"I hope so." Tara murmurs as she watches Anya walk out the door, smiling at the ex-vengeance demon. "You are so rotten." Tara shakes her head before getting back to studying.

Tara finishes counting down the drawer, smiling at the fact she had a very good night. Hoping it will continue, she locks the deposit in the safe, ready for Anya the next day. Placing the drawer back in the register, Tara sits back down, waiting for 8:00 to get here. Hearing the bell above the door tinkle, she looks up ready to greet the customer, when she smiles seeing Buffy.

"Body guard, reporting for duty." Buffy smirks as she walks into the shop, plopping down on one of the chairs at the table.

"You don't have to walk me home." Tara shakes her head at the slayer.

"Yep, I do." Buffy nods her head, propping her feet up on the table. "I have to keep you safe, so you can yell at me when I'm being stupid."

"Buffy." Tara groans dropping her head down on the counter. "I am so, so sorry for that."

"Nope. Not accepting the apology. You need to take me down, whenever I try to take the blame for stuff I can't help." Buffy shakes her head, smiling softly. Kind of enjoying making Tara squirm. "Hell, you might need to yell at me, at least, every other day. I mean, you sure got my attention when you said the 'f' word." Buffy nods her head before laughing, as Tara blushes.

"You aren't going to let me live that down, are you?" Tara mumbles.

"Not anytime soon." Buffy admits.

"Figures." Tara looks up at the clock. "Time to go." She slings her book bag over her shoulder, as Buffy stands up, pushing the chair back under the table. Both women companionably, walking towards the front door. Tara stops and sets the alarm before they walk out. Turning, Tara laughs, as Buffy quickly locks the door for her. "I meant to ask you yesterday, but forgot. If you want, Dawn can come by here after school. That way if she needs any help with her homework." Tara offers quietly.

"That's fine with me. Check with Dawn. Maybe she can come after school on days she might need help." Buffy offers looking around, keeping her senses open for any demonic activity.

"Hmm. If it's an iffy thing, I'll want her to call each day. That way I'll know to expect her or not." Tara thinks, biting her lip briefly.

"Then that's what she'll do." Buffy smiles briefly. "How was your night?"

"Actually kind of busy, considering the fact there was no announcement, that we were going to be open later." Tara admits. "What about you? Did you do a small patrol?"

"Yeah, nabbed one vamp is all." Buffy looks around, her senses tingling just the tiniest bit. "I figured I'd walk you home, before going back out and doing a thorough search."

"I'm going to have to do up some dinners to throw in the freezer, so you guys can pull them out and bake them during the evening, so you won't be eating so late." Tara thinks out loud.

"You don't have to go to a lot of trouble. We can always throw a frozen pizza in the oven, have soup or sandwiches." Buffy stiffens slightly as she gets a whiff of cigarette smoke. Looking more intensely at the surrounding area, she doesn't see the bleached wonder, but she certainly feels a vampire nearby.

Tara notices Buffy stiffening. Knowing she hasn't said anything to irritate the slayer, she looks around. "See anything?" She questions quietly.

"No, but got a whiff of smoke, and felt a presence nearby." Buffy whispers. "He probably won't bother me when you're around. He'll probably wait 'til later, when I'm out on patrol." Buffy feels the presence melt away from her senses. Sighing quietly, she loosens up. "He's out of my range now."

Tara nods, clenching her jaw momentarily. "I didn't think about this before, but do you want me to re-do the vamp lock on the house?"

"Yes, please." Buffy jumps on the offer. "Shit." She whispers thinking about Dawn. "What am I going to tell Dawn? She'll probably invite him in."

Tara looks down, taking a deep breath. "I would say be honest with her, but she's your sister. It's your decision to make."

Buffy blinks before looking at the witch. "You want me to tell her I've been fucking Spike?"

"Well, not like that." Tara's eyes widen as she looks at the slayer. "Maybe explain to her that things got a little heated between you two, and you aren't comfortable with him coming into the house whenever he wants. Hopefully she won't be too upset over it. She kind of looks up to him."

"Great. My sister has a crush on a bleached blonde vampire." Buffy groans quietly. "Something else for her to hate me for." Buffy growls out quietly.

Tara shakes her head. "She doesn't hate you, Buffy. She loves you completely. You're her sister and a super hero, all rolled up into one. She idolizes you one moment, and thinks you're just her irritating sister, the next." Tara grins crookedly at the slayer.

"Thanks, that certainly clears things up." Buffy rolls her eyes, before grinning at the witch. "Are you going to need anything for the vamp lock?"

Shaking her head, Tara smiles. "No, I have the ingredients for it at the house. They're pretty common for most spells. I'll just want to re-check the incantation before casting it."

"Thanks." Buffy cocks her head slightly, thinking. "Let me know what I owe you for the ingredients."

"Don't worry about it. They aren't that much." Tara shakes off the offer. "Plus, I get a discount now." Tara smirks briefly as they head up the stairs and into the house. "Want me to stay for the talk?" Tara offers almost silently.

Buffy inhales deeply, looking into the calming gaze of the witch. "I think I got it. Thanks." Buffy watches as Tara nods her head, and quickly heads up the stairs. Buffy walks in to sit beside Dawn. "Dawn, I kind of need to speak to you about something."

Dawn frowns at the tone in Buffy's voice, before turning the television off. "We're not having another world ending apocalypse, are we?" Dawn questions half afraid.

Buffy shakes her head, her lip quirking up momentarily. "No, nothing like that. I just got to tell you something, and I would really, really appreciate if you didn't go off on me." Buffy winces looking at Dawn.

Dawn stiffens. "Tara isn't leaving, is she?" Dawn almost growls out, afraid Buffy that may have said something to upset the witch.

"No, no. A World of no." Buffy shakes her head, smiling briefly. "But it does have to do with Spike."

Dawn narrows her gaze on Buffy. "What to do with him?"

"Ummm." Buffy looks up at the ceiling, praying for help. Looking back at Dawn, she shakes her head. "Some things kind of happened between us, Dawn. I really don't want to get into specifics or anything, but I would feel more comfortable, if he wasn't invited into the house anymore."

Clenching her hands, Dawn considers her sister for a long moment. "What kind of things?" She hisses out.

Tara slowly walks down the stairs, hearing Dawn's question. Biting her lip she stops, waiting to see what happens.

"Dawn, can I please not go into it?" Buffy pleads.

"NO!! He helped me, helped all of us, when you were…" Dawn swallows hard, her eyes shifting momentarily. "I don't understand, why all of a sudden, he isn't allowed here."

Tara takes a deep breath, and quickly walks down the rest of the stairs, to sit on the coffee table, in front of both Summers' women. Catching Buffy's scared, hurt gaze, she smiles reassuringly. Turning her gaze to look at an angry, scared Dawn, Tara reaches out and clasps the teen's hand, in both of hers.

"Dawnie, I know you want to understand everything, and want to be treated like a grown-up." Tara watches the teen, as she nods her head in agreement. "Some things are going to hurt. We all do things we really, truly regret doing." Tara looks pointedly at the teen.

Dawn shamefacedly looks down at her and Tara's hands. "Like my stealing."

"Yes, like your stealing. Like my own screw-ups in the past." Tara admits quietly. "None of us are perfect, Dawnie. But Buffy's asking you, to please, please understand, that there is a reason behind what she's requesting. Can you honor her wishes?"

Dawn looks up into calm blue eyes, before sliding her gaze to her sisters, noticing the scared, hurt look, in her eyes. Realizing that she's actually seeing emotions on her sister's face for the first time, since she's been back. Looking back at Tara, she whispers. "You know?"

Tara nods her head. "I know what's going on. Please, trust us, when we say this is for the best, Dawnie."

"You want to dis-invite him, also?" Dawn half whines. At Tara's nod, she feels tears coming to her eyes. "But he helped us, so much."

"Yes, Dawnie, he did. But one thing we have all got to remember, he is still a vampire. He has a chip in his head to keep him from hurting…us." Tara hesitates momentarily, realizing he could hurt Buffy, and that's one of the things she wants to stop. "But he can still hurt us mentally, turn us against each other. He's done it before, and quite easily, I might add."

Dawn thinks heavily before looking back up. "You bought him blood and cigarettes for helping out, didn't you?" She whispers quietly, remembering seeing Tara sitting a bag out, on the back porch that was gone, less than ten minutes later.

Buffy looks up in surprise at the witch, as that little grain of information, makes itself known.

"Sometimes." Tara admits quietly, shifting her gaze away.

Buffy narrows her eyes as she notices the way the witch didn't keep eye contact, something she always does, unless she's embarrassed by something. Knowing that she wasn't embarrassed right now. "How often and how much?" Buffy growls out quietly.

Tara shakes her head, not answering the questions. "Dawnie, I want your word that you won't invite him in, can you do that?"

Dawn nods her head slowly. "I promise." Standing up, and gently squeezing Tara's hand briefly, Dawn's lip quirks. "I need to finish my homework."

"If you need any help, let me know." Tara watches as Dawn walks up the stairs to her room. Sighing, Tara stands, picking the herbs up for the spell that she had laid down on the coffee table beside her.

"Tara-" Buffy starts at the same time Tara starts speaking.

"I'll get the vampire lock done. You might want to go ahead, and go on patrol." Tara doesn't give the slayer a chance to say anything else, as she starts the incantation while dropping the herbs into the smoking bowl, as she walks around the living room, through the dining room, to the kitchen.

Buffy growls deeply, feeling a hot, burning anger, working it's way through her body thinking about Spike, insisting on the kind-hearted witch keeping him in blood and cigarettes, in exchange for helping them out. Walking stiffly over to her weapon chest, she yanks out a couple extra stakes and a short sword, she straps to her back, before yanking her jacket on. Slamming out of the house, she quickly heads out on patrol, praying that the bleached wonder makes a showing.

Buffy swings her sword, beheading the demon. Wiping the green blood off on the grass, she tucks it back away, working her way through the rest of Sunnydale. Having no luck in coming across the blonde vampire, Buffy wonders what, exactly, the witch had done while she was gone. What other little things no one knows about to help and take care of the people she considers family. Frowning, Buffy looks up at the night sky. "I don't know what we did to deserve you coming into our lives, but I have a feeling you've made everything a hell of a lot easier on us since you showed up."

Buffy slowly works her way back home, not coming across any more demons. Opening the door silently, she eases in and locks it behind her. Hanging her jacket up, she walks over to the chest and puts her weapons away. Turning off the light before walking into the kitchen, grabbing a water and checking the back door before heading upstairs. Peeking into Dawn's room, she smiles at the sleeping teen. Looking towards the witch's room, she notices the light coming from under the door. Wondering why she's still awake, Buffy quietly walks to the door and taps lightly.

"Come in." Tara quietly calls out, looking up as Buffy opens the door. "You can come on in, you don't have to stand in the doorway." Tara smiles before looking back down, finishing her notes and closing her book.

"You weren't able to do your studying tonight, were you?" Buffy grumbles.

"Its okay, Buffy." Tara stands up, placing her books in her bag. "You better not be thinking of taking the blame for it." Tara looks up with a twinkle in her eye.

Buffy rolls her eyes before sitting down on the end of the bed.

"So, did you run into him?" Tara questions softly, sitting down beside the slayer.

"No." Buffy shakes her head looking down at her hands. "It'll happen, though. He doesn't take 'no' for an answer very easily." Buffy stands and looks at the witch for a moment. "I should let you get to sleep. Is Dawn going to come to the Magic Box after school?"

"Yes." Tara whispers, letting Buffy retreat for the moment. "If you need me, I'm here."

Buffy nods her head before slipping out the door, closing it behind her.

Tara bites her lip to keep from laughing as Anya irritates Buffy.

All the Scoobies are gathered at the Summers' residence celebrating Dawn's birthday. Anya and Xander brought a guy with them, hoping to hook Richard and Buffy up. Shaking her head, Tara chuckles at the embarrassed look coming over the new man's face. Standing up, she walks into the kitchen to grab some more punch. Hearing a knock on the back door, she glances up, frowning when she realizes its Spike.

"Evening." Tara nods her head at Spike, as she leans against the doorframe.

"Thought I'd see how Bit's birthday was goin'." Spike tries to walk in, bouncing back off the invisible barrier. "What the fuck?" He growls.

"I'm sorry, but your invite has been revoked." Tara looks at the vampire with cool blue eyes. "If you want to wish Dawn a happy birthday, I'll go get her for you." Tara raises an eyebrow questioningly at the vampire.

"Don't fuckin' bother." Spike snarls his lip up. "The slayer ain't goin' to like you taking things upon yourself like this."

"I asked her to do it." Buffy growls quietly. "You are not welcome here, Spike." Buffy lays a gentle hand on Tara's shoulder. "I got it, if you want to head back to the living room."

"If you need me…" Tara turns serious blue eyes to the slayer, smiling briefly at the nod and grin she gets in return. Looking back at the vampire with a deadly stare, Tara narrows her eyes. "I suggest you take whatever you're told to heart, Spike." Tara growls out roughly, making the vampire blink and unconsciously back up a step.

Buffy watches Tara walk into the living room, surprise on her face. Turning back to Spike, she raises an eyebrow. "We're through, Spike. I would appreciate you not following me anymore, or showing up unannounced. Understood?"

"What, you trying the other side of the fence now, slayer?" Spike growls, blue eyes flashing to yellow.

Buffy chuckles and shakes her head. "That's not any of your business, now is it?" Buffy feels the laughter bubbling up inside her at the thought of Tara and herself being together. Hesitating a moment, she stops laughing tilting her head to the side, thinking about it momentarily. Shaking her head, she dismisses the thought. "Goodbye, Spike. Leave well enough alone." Buffy calmly shuts the door in the vampires face before joining the rest of the group in the living room.

"How are you doing?" Tara quietly questions the redhead, as she hands her some more punch.

"Okay." Willow glances up briefly with sad green eyes. "How about you?"

"I'm fine." Tara smiles, watching Dawn and Buffy dancing to the music, as Xander and Anya make out in the corner. Glancing over at Richard, she grins. "Do you think he has a chance?"

Willow looks around before her gaze lights on Richard. "I don't know. It's kind of hard to bring a new person into the group."

Tara nods in agreement as she leans against the wall looking back at Willow. "How's living at home?"

"The same." Willow smiles, biting her lip. "Mom's already gone again. I'll probably have the house to myself most of the time, like when I was in high school. It's kind of nice, you know, the peace and quiet."

"It helps." Tara nods her head, running a finger over the top of her cup.

"How's it feel being home again? I bet Dawn was ecstatic." Willow glances over to Dawn, smiling as she bumps her hips with Buffy.

"She was sad you left." Tara watches the Summers' also. "And yes, she was happy I came home."

"You're good for her. She'll listen to you." Willow murmurs.

"Xander, I want to go home and have orgasms." Anya declares loudly pulling on his arm, making him groan and blush.

Tara smirks at the ex-demon, her eyes twinkling as Anya glances at her, grinning.

"Jeeze, Anya!" Dawn whines. "I could have gone without hearing that on my birthday!!"

"Sorry, Dawn-patrol." Xander mutters as he's pulled out of the Summers' residence. "See you guys later."

"'Bye Xander, Anya." Tara laughs, watching the two.

"I guess I should probably head out, also. I need to get up early for work tomorrow." Richard stands quickly, grabbing his jacket as he heads towards the door.

"Thanks for coming. It was nice to meet you." Buffy smiles softly at Richard.

"Umm, would you, maybe, want to go out for lunch sometime?" Richard makes the offer as he pulls his jacket on, smiling down at the petite blonde.

"My work schedule is all over the place, but if you want to try." Buffy looks down. "You can get my number from Xander, or it's in the book." Buffy glances up smiling at the obviously nice guy.

"I'll call." Richard smiles genuinely, before heading out the door to his vehicle.

"I guess I should head out, also." Willow murmurs, setting her cup down before walking towards the door.

"Hold up, Willow." Buffy calls out before Willow leaves. Quickly heading over to her chest, she grabs her gear. "I'll walk you home then go on patrol."

"Thanks." Willow grins and nods her head. "Happy Birthday, Dawnie." She hugs the teen tightly.

"Thanks." Dawn hugs Willow, kissing her cheek before pulling back. "It's good to see you. Please don't be a stranger." Dawn whispers quietly, looking at the hacker seriously.

"I won't." Willow smiles a little bigger.

Buffy smiles and winks at Dawn. "I'm going to make a good patrol tonight. It'll probably be after 2:00 before I get back home." Buffy let's Tara know, so she won't worry.

"Be careful." Tara calls out as Buffy and Willow walk down the steps. Slowly shutting the door, she turns to the teen. "So, good birthday?"

"Best birthday!" Dawn grins hugely, hugging the witch. "Thanks, so much, for those CD's I wanted!!"

"I wish I could have done more." Tara whispers, hugging her back.

"It's great. I know that money's tight. So don't worry about it." Dawn looks serious for a moment. "Buffy seems to be getting better, since you moved back in."

"She just needs time, Dawn." Tara glances at the teen as she works on gathering up the trash.

"Yeah." Dawn agrees quietly. "I'm gonna take my goodies upstairs." She grins grabbing an armful of presents, running up the stairs.

Tara smiles gathering the last of the dirty cups, as she hears music coming from the teen's room. Throwing the cups in the trash, she turns and runs dish water to wash what few dishes there are, silently contemplating the evening. Happy everything had pretty much ran smoothly, even Spike didn't cause too much of a problem. Letting the water out of the sink, Tara quickly wipes down the counters before heading to the living room. Curling up in the corner of the sofa, waiting for the slayer to get home, to make sure she's alright.

"So… How were things?" Buffy hesitates momentarily before finishing.

Willow glances at Buffy before looking back down at the sidewalk. "Okay, I guess. It just seems kind of weird, you know."

Buffy nods, her senses alert. "Is it getting better, you know… Thinking about you two?"

Willow sighs, tucking her hands in her jacket pockets. "It hurts. It'll probably always hurt. But I'm not crying all the time now." Willow hunches her shoulders. "I don't think I'll ever not love her, you know?"

Buffy wraps a comforting arm around the hacker's shoulder. "I know. Kind of like Angel. I'll always love him, but our time has passed, and it's probably for the best." Buffy admits.

"It'll take me a while to get to that point." Willow leans into the slayer. "But, every day I feel a little better." Willow admits.

"That's the important thing." Buffy squeezes her shoulders gently. "Take it day by day. Get a little better as time passes. Then, before you know it, you'll be out flirting with other girls, and going on dates…" Buffy trails off smiling.

Willow giggles quietly. "It's hard imagining that, even though I know you're right. There's actually this girl in my Physics class." Blushing, Willow glances at Buffy.

"Ooooh! You so have to spill." Buffy laughs.

"There's nothing to spill, yet." Willow grins. "But there was some flirting going on."

"See, there you go." Buffy nods her head as they walk up to the front of the Rosenberg's home.

"Thanks, Buffy." Willow hugs her quickly before opening the door. "Be careful tonight."

"You're welcome. And I will be. Don't want to make Tara yell at me." Buffy smirks.

"She won't yell at you. She's like, the non-yelling-est person I know." Willow watches Buffy.

Buffy chuckles. "I don't know. I kind of pissed her off last weekend. She said the F word and everything."

Willow laughs. "She says that word more often than you realize, Buffy. Depending on the circumstances." Willow blushes a deep red, realizing what she's saying.

Buffy quirks an eyebrow questioningly at the hacker. "I don't think I'm going to ask. But, she got kind of pissed at me for trying to take the blame for everything." Buffy admits quietly.

"You're not to blame for everything." Willow shakes her head. "You need to realize that."

"I'm getting there." Buffy smiles before backing down the stairs. "You have a good night, Wills."

"I will, Buff." Willow grins as she watches Buffy stride away before closing the door.

As Buffy finally stakes the fourth vampire she's found, she tucks the stake away, continuing on her patrol when she feels another vampire. "Damn, must be a convention in town." She mutters waiting for the vamp to make itself known.

"Looking for me, slayer?" Spike lights a cigarette stepping out from behind a tree.

"No. I told you we were through." Buffy starts walking again, frowning as the vampire falls in step beside her.

"Ain't that easy to get rid of, luv." Spike snarks as he takes a deep drag off his cigarette. "So, you and Glinda getting it on now? I never took you for the mousy type."

Buffy backhands him hard enough to send him flying back ten feet. "Not that it's any of your business, but there isn't anything going on between myself and Tara. And for someone that probably kept you in cigarettes and blood the whole time I was dead, you'd think you would be a little nicer to the woman."

"Bloody hell! Where'd you find that information out at?" Spike snarls as he stands up.

Buffy stands in shock, hoping that Tara had just done it a couple times, but with his admission, realizing the witch had obviously spent a lot of money taking care of the bleached wonder. Narrowing her gaze on the vampire, she slowly closes the distance between them. "How often did she buy you blood and cigarettes?" Buffy questions in an extremely deadly voice.

Spike backs up, seeing a level of violence in the slayer's eyes, that he couldn't even remember seeing when he first came to Sunnydale. "A couple times a week." Spike admits.

"She bought you a carton of cigarettes and what four or five pints of blood twice a week?" Buffy states dangerously.

"Yeah, somethin' like that." Spike realizes he's been backing away from the slayer, stopping, he stands his ground and stiffens his back. "What's it to you? Was between the witch and me, it was."

"You took advantage of her. What did you do? Did you tell her you wouldn't help out with slaying? That maybe, you'd find a friend to make a snack out of the rest of the group?" Buffy watches as Spike's jaw clenches tightly and he looks away. Growling deeply, Buffy slams her fist into the side of his face. "Stay the fuck away from us, understand?"

"You fuckin' cunt!" Spike growls, coming back at the slayer, tackling her to the ground. "I'm gonna suck you dry. I've had it with you!" Spike roars, game face at the fore.

Buffy keeps rolling until he's under her, slamming her fists in a flurry against his face. As he bucks her off, she rolls, popping back up in a fighting stance as the bloodied vampire turns on her, stalking towards her with hatred in his yellow gaze.

As he comes in swinging, Buffy jumps up, kicking him hard in the chin, making him fall back. As he quickly comes in again, she does a back spin kick, connecting with his temple, stunning him temporarily. Growling as she lands on top of him with a stake pressing against his chest, she looks into the yellow eyes. "You have a choice. You leave this town and never come back, or the next time I see you, I'll stake you. No more chances, understand?" Buffy growls deeply, pressing the stake in hard enough to break the skin and sink in, slowly edging closer to his heart.

Spike screams in pain as the stake works its way slowly into his chest.

"Understand???" Buffy uses her free hand to smack him upside the head.

"Understood." Spike cries out.

Buffy jumps back off the vampire, to stand a few yards away from him. Watching him stand up, holding his hand against his bleeding chest, she unemotionally wipes the blood off the stake before tucking it away. "Out of here tonight, Spike. Or you're going to be so much dust blowing in the wind." Buffy watches as he nods and turns away, heading towards his crypt. Spinning on her heel, she works on finishing patrol, taking the anger still boiling inside her, out on the demons she comes across.

Buffy silently enters the house. Hanging her jacket up, she walks into the living room, smiling softly at the witch, curled up asleep in the corner of the couch. Shaking her head, Buffy puts away her stakes, knife and short sword. Kneeling beside Tara, Buffy considers the woman for a moment, realizing for the first time that she's very beautiful. Shaking the thought out of her head, Buffy reaches out shaking her shoulder gently. "Tara?"

Tara jerks awake, blinking her eyes as the slayer's features come into focus. "Sorry, I tried to stay awake." Tara mumbles rubbing her eyes. "How was patrol?"

"Patrol was fine. You should be in bed, asleep." Buffy stands, holding her hand out to Tara, helping her up.

"No, I like to try and make sure you get home okay." Tara admits. "That way, if you need any doctoring, I can help you."

Buffy frowns, realizing that in the last week, Tara was awake every night when she came home. "I don't like you staying up so late. How about if I'm hurt and need help, I promise to wake you?"

"Maybe." Tara hedges around agreeing. As the two women walk slowly up the stairs, Tara yawns. "Sorry."

"No sorrys. It's late. And you and I are going to have a little heart to heart tomorrow, after Dawn goes to the mall." Buffy states quietly.

"What?" Tara looks with confused eyes at the slayer. "About what?"

"Tomorrow. Get a good nights rest." Buffy smiles softly at the witch, clasping her shoulder gently before heading into her bedroom.

Tara blinks, staring after the slayer for a moment, wondering what she might have done. "Guess I'll find out tomorrow." Tara murmurs to herself before heading into her bedroom and going to bed.

"Have a good time, Dawnie." Tara smiles, waving as the teen climbs into the car with Janice. Turning around, Tara heads back into the living room to finish dusting before looking up as Buffy comes pounding down the stairs. "Dawn's already gone."

"Kind of figured." Buffy nods her head running a brush through her damp hair. "God, I think we're going to need to get something to cut the grease and dump it in the shower drain." Buffy grumbles.

Tara laughs quietly as she passes the slayer to put up the furniture polish. "Want something to drink?"

"A soda would be good." Buffy admits sitting down in the corner of the couch, relaxing. Leaning her head back against the back of the couch, she smiles. "God, it feels good to have the rest of the day and nothing that has to be done."

"Doesn't happen too often, does it?" Tara hands the slayer the soda and sits at the other end of the couch. "I put a roast and vegetables in the oven for dinner tonight. I hope that sounds okay."

"That sounds wonderful." Buffy smiles closing her eyes. "Should we look into buying a crock-pot? Might that make things easier?"

"Actually, it probably would." Tara admits. "I can always throw something in it in the morning, that way you guys would be able to come home to a hot meal."

"Then we'll look into buying one." Buffy sinks further into the corner of the couch, shifting her body so she's facing more towards the witch. Opening her eyes, she pins the blue eyes of the witch with her hazel eyes. "I want a truthful answer. No beating around the bush. How often did you buy the bastard blood and cigarettes and exactly how much money did you spend?"

Tara pales at Buffy's words, looking down at the couch. Glancing back up, she sighs at the slayer's serious look. "A couple times a week and probably roughly around $1,000 total." Tara admits quietly.

"Fuck." Buffy growls loudly, jumping off the couch and pacing back and forth. "Nobody knew about it, did they?" Buffy turns her eyes to the witch, watching as she shakes her head. "Dawn just lucked into seeing you that one night, obviously."

"I tried to be careful about it." Tara whispers. "We needed the help, everyone was getting hurt and people were dying. I figured if he helped us save just one life, it would be worth it."

Buffy collapses in the chair across from Tara looking at the witch. "Where did the money come from, Tara?"

Tara blushes looking away.

"Tara?" Buffy makes the name a question.

"My mom left me some money, that was the last of it." Tara whimpers as she sees the angry face of the slayer.

"Damn it!!" Buffy growls loudly. "This is fucking stupid." Buffy runs into the kitchen grabbing the phone, punching in a long sequence of numbers as she paces back into the living room. "Damn, pick up the fucking phone!!" Buffy yells, pacing back and forth.

Tara swallows, watching the angry slayer stride from one end of the room to the other.

"Giles, I want the fucking Council to send $1,000 to Tara." Buffy growls into the phone, as Giles picks up on his end.

"Well, hello, to you, too." Giles mutters into the phone. "Now, why would they want to send that kind of money to Tara?"

"Because she fucking paid off Spike to help with patrols when I was fucking dead, is why. And since the Council didn't deem it worthwhile to send someone here to help out, they can dig in their pockets and pay her the fuck back." Buffy yells into the phone. "Hell, they should do more than that, but I know I'm barking up the wrong tree to get any help from those assholes." Buffy snarls.

"Ummm, well, uhh." Giles stops stunned, not knowing what to say.

"That's all the life savings she had. Make it so she has it back, understood?" Buffy growls into the phone lowly.

"I'll see that it's taken care of." Giles sighs. "How are things there?" He questions quietly.

"Been better, been worse. Tara's moved back into the house, Willow's moved out, they're over. The wedding is still on between the demon and Xander. I'm getting better slowly. Dawn is actually, more or less, happy at this stage of the game." Buffy runs down things quickly.

"Well, I guess that about covers it." Giles blinks at the quickness with which the slayer answered.

"Yes, it does." Buffy nods her head slowing down her pacing. "Thanks for getting this taken care of, Giles. It isn't right for her to be out of her life savings, because of my calling. How are things with you?"

"They're fine." Giles admits quietly, feeling sad at the thought of the kind witch giving away all her money, because they needed help. "I'll try and get this matter taken care of quickly, Buffy."

"Thank you." Buffy breathes deeply, letting some of the tenseness in her body seep out.

"Yes, well. I guess I'll talk with you later." Giles murmurs quietly.

"Yeah, guess so. Thanks again, Giles." Buffy disconnects the phone after Giles says goodbye. Walking back into the kitchen, she hangs the phone back up in the cradle.

After Buffy disappeared into the kitchen, Tara stands shakily, not believing what just happened. Deciding she needs to do something, she heads upstairs and grabs all the dirty clothes, lugging the two hampers down the stairs.

"What the hell are you doing?" Buffy growls jumping up the stairs and taking the hampers from her.

"Going to do the laundry." Tara watches as Buffy picks the hampers up and stomps down the stairs.

"I'll do the laundry. You relax, study, take a nap or whatever." Buffy calls over her shoulder as she heads down to the basement, sorting the clothes and throwing a load in the washer. Checking the dryer, she closes the door back before heading back upstairs, seeing Tara curled up in the corner of the couch, watching her worriedly. "Sorry." Buffy mutters plopping down in the chair.

Tara looks down and shakes her head, her arms wrapped around her knees.

"It isn't right. You get pissed at me because I think I'm to blame for everything, but you're basically doing the same thing. You think you need to take care of everyone. Don't. Have you even thought about going out on a date since you and Willow broke up?" Buffy questions quietly.

Tara glances up making eye contact with sad hazel eyes. "No. Not really."

Buffy rolls her eyes at the witch, grumbling under her breath

"Well, we actually have only been completely broken up for a week, Buffy." Tara smiles briefly at the slayer.

"Well, maybe for good, a week. But you've actually been broken up for what, almost four months?" Buffy looks at the witch seeing her nod. "No dates in that time. No…God forgive me for this…orgasm time. And yes, I know that sounds like Anya!" Buffy grumbles, and looks up in surprise as Tara laughs. "Okay." Buffy mutters shaking her head.

"Sorry." Tara grins, her eyes full of laughter. "But, since you mentioned it, are you going to go out with Richard?"

"How did my talking about you having orgasms segue into me and Richard going out?" Buffy questions, her eyebrows rising.

Tara shrugs her shoulders, smirking. "Talking about dates and Anya made me remember Richard. I mean, I'm not a good judge, but I thought he would be considered cute by most women."

"Yeah, I guess so. It's just hard dating someone when you're me." Buffy admits tilting her head back against the back of the chair. "When you can break whoever you're dating in half without breaking a sweat, it makes things difficult. I mean, I'm kind of used to doing what has to be done. You know, being kind of butch." Buffy smirks at the phrasing.

"Do we need to find you a girlfriend?" Tara asks tongue in cheek.

"Maybe that's what I need to do. God knows, I'm not having any luck in the male department." Buffy laughs shaking her head. "Seriously, though, with everything else I've been through recently, I'm really not ready to start dating at this time in my life. Maybe in a few months, we'll see." Buffy looks at Tara, smiling softly. "I have you to talk to and thump me when I try to take on too much. That's good enough for my life, right now."

"I'm not going to thump you." Tara smirks at the slayer as she stretches out on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. "It's kind of nice not having any expectations, isn't it? Clean the house, study, work and go to classes. Free time to laze around and yak about anything and everything with a friend. I don't think I ever really had that before." Tara admits softly.

"Well, I guess we have it now." Buffy nods. "So, what all do you want to do today, friend?"

"I guess I should run to the store, since I have some money, and stock up the cupboards a little bit. They have canned vegetables on sale. I think they had ice cream on sale, too." Tara grins, tilting her head to look at the slayer.

"Want company?" Buffy offers.

"Please. Canned goods are heavy." Tara smiles. "I'd hate to have to call you from the police department to get me out of jail, because they arrested me for stealing a shopping cart."

Buffy chuckles. "No, that wouldn't be of the good. As soon as I would walk into the station, they'd probably throw me in a cell." Buffy laughs good-naturedly. "I'm always to blame for something."

Tara laughs quietly, understanding what the slayer is trying to say. "It's pretty bad, here you are. saving the world and people from either exploding or ending up dead, and the police think you're actually causing it. That's just not right."

"No. But welcome to my life." Buffy mutters, grinning. "I guess I should get shoes on, huh?"

"It would probably help." Tara nods looking down at her on bare feet. "Me, too. Do you think the roast will be okay, without anyone home?"

"Yeah, it isn't going to be done cooking for quite a few hours yet, is it?" Buffy questions standing up, looking around for her shoes.

"By the door, sweetie." Tara murmurs before heading up the stairs to get her socks and shoes.

Buffy glances by the door and sure enough, her tennis shoes are sitting there neatly. Walking over she grabs them sitting down on the chair she slides them on and ties them quickly. Looking back up as Tara walks down the stairs. Coming to a halt, pulling her boots on. "Do we need to make a list?"

"I don't think so. I'm looking more for stocking the shelves with items we use that are on sale. The only thing we might actually need to buy as a staple is milk, bread and eggs." Tara mentions before heading into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator checking those items. "And butter."

"I think we can remember those without making a list, don't you?" Buffy smiles as Tara walks back out into the living room.

"Yes, I do." Tara picks up her purse, double-checking for her keys and money before opening the door. "Ready?"

"Yep." Buffy nods letting Tara walk out in front of her. "Lead the way, boss woman!"

"Yeah, right." Tara grumbles before laughing quietly.

"Maybe we should have borrowed a shopping cart." Buffy grumbles loudly as they finally make it into the house. "I didn't expect you to buy a hundred pounds worth of canned vegetables and soup!!"

Tara grunts lugging her bags into the kitchen, dropping them on the floor and leaning against the counter. "Okay, I may have gone overboard a tad. But when they're four for a $1.00, it's hard to pass up."

"Yeah, and if nothing else, we'll have vegetables in the house to eat at any given time." Buffy groans lifting the heavy bags and sitting them on the counter, watching as Tara leans down, grabbing the couple bags of cold product to sit on the island as she opens the refrigerator. Sniffing deeply, Buffy opens the oven, frowning as she notices the roast is covered with tin foil. "How am I supposed to steal a peek at the food, if you got it covered?" Buffy grumbles.

"Pull it out of the oven and take off the foil." Tara states exasperatedly.

"That's almost like work." Buffy smirks, shutting the oven door. Opening the cabinets they usually keep the canned goods in, Buffy quickly sorts the cans, placing them in neat rows.

Tara rolls her eyes as she finishes putting the cold stuff in the refrigerator and freezer. Grabbing out the oven mitts, she opens the oven, bumping Buffy out of the way before reaching in and grabbing the pan out. Shutting the door, she sets the pan on the other mitts she had placed on top of the stove before pulling the foil off.

Buffy's nose really starts twitching and she looks over Tara's shoulder at the roast, with potatoes and carrots piled around it. "Is it done yet?" Buffy questions hopefully.

"No, it isn't done yet." Tara twitches her shoulder up to bounce off Buffy's chin, smirking. "It needs a couple more hours. If you're hungry, grab an apple."

"Ah, man. You're mean." Buffy grumbles collecting the empty bags and taking them to the garage. "If I knew you were going to be this mean, I wouldn't have wanted you to move back in." Buffy grumbles good-naturedly.

"Too late, I'm here now." Tara laughs at the joking slayer. "It'll take a dozen slayers to get me out of here."

"Ha, ha. Very funny, witch." Buffy pouts before heading down to the basement to put the load in the dryer and start another load.

Tara chuckles as she walks upstairs to grab her books, slowly walking back down, she curls up in the chair and starts reading the chapters of one of her assignments.

Buffy comes back up and smiles seeing Tara studying. Yawning, feeling the late night and the early morning shift working at the DMP catch up to her, Buffy collapses on the couch, stretching out.

Tara looks up, seeing Buffy getting comfortable on the couch. "If you want to watch TV, it won't bother me."

"Nah, I think I might just take a nap." Buffy glances over at Tara, turning on her side and pulling the throw down over her.

"You did have a late night last night, then having to work the morning shift this morning." Tara nods at the slayer. "Sweet dreams, Buffy."

"Thanks, Tara." Buffy yawns and shifts her head around on the arm of the couch, getting more comfortable before slowly falling asleep.

Tara smiles softly at the sleeping slayer, knowing how little sleep the woman actually gets. Shaking her head, she sighs before going back to reading her assignment.

Tara finishes folding up the second load of clothes, smirking at the slayer snoring away on the couch. Grabbing a pile of clothes, she quietly walks up the stairs and places them on Buffy's bed before walking back downstairs, grabbing Dawn's stack. Shaking her head trying to figure out how the teen can wear ten pairs of jeans in a week's time. Placing the pile on Dawn's bed, she walks slowly down the stairs to put her stack of clothes up. After tucking them away in the drawers and hanging up a couple of the items, she heads down to the kitchen, pulling the roast out. As the fork easily enters the potato she decides to check, Tara grins before pressing the meat, smiling at the firmness. Covering it back with the foil, she turns the oven off and heads back to the living room, to finish writing the paper that's due Wednesday.

Sitting with her legs crossed and her notepad resting on her legs, Tara quickly finishes the paper, flipping her textbook open to double check one point, before closing it quietly and setting the books on the end of the coffee table.

"Finished with your homework?" Buffy questions quietly, making Tara jump. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't, I just thought you were still asleep." Tara smiles before nodding her head. "I have all my assignments done for next week. All I have to worry about is new homework assignments." Tara smirks.

"That's good." Buffy inhales deeply, her eyes lighting up. "Dinner?" She questions hopefully.

"It's out of the oven. I'm letting the meat rest before we cut it." Tara chuckles as Buffy bounces up and off the couch.

"Meat doesn't need to rest. Meat needs to be eaten." Buffy growls, heading into the kitchen.

Tara rolls her eyes before standing and following the slayer into the kitchen. "Aren't you going to wait for Dawnie to get home? I mean, she should be here within the next half hour."

"No she's not." Buffy grabs down plates. "She's staying over at Janice's tonight. So there." Buffy sticks her tongue out at the witch, for some reason feeling light-hearted.

Tara stares in stunned surprise at the slayer. Smiling at the slayer's playfulness, Tara shakes her head. "Damn, if I'd known that, we could have rented some adult movies to watch tonight." Tara grabs a knife to cut the meat with.

"TARA!" Buffy yells in shock. "You watch adult movies?"

Tara glances up puzzled, before blushing as what she said sinks in. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant more grown up movies, instead of a talking animals movie."

Buffy smirks at the blushing witch. "Riiiight." Buffy states sarcastically. "Here I thought you were all sweet and innocent, and you go around renting X-Rated movies, don't you? I guess it really is the quiet ones you have to watch out for." Buffy bites her lip to keep from laughing.

Tara turns around and narrows her eyes at the slayer. "I can guarantee you I'm not sweet and innocent. And truthfully, I've never needed the extra stimulation that those type of movies give." Tara quickly turns back to cutting the meat as she sees the stunned look coming across the slayer's face. Laughing quietly to herself, she places some meat and vegetables on the plate for Buffy, before taking a smaller portion for herself. Grasping the two plates she turns, seeing an extremely red-faced slayer still standing there stunned.

Buffy finally whimpers and presses the heels of her hands against her eyes. "You win. No more battle of the wits against the witch."

Tara chuckles while placing Buffy's plate in front of her. Sitting down she shakes her head. "Sit down and eat, Buffy. Before it gets cold." Tara starts cutting her slice of meat into bite size pieces along with the potatoes and carrots. Slowly eating her dinner, she watches Buffy plop down on her chair, cutting her meat and potatoes, munching away.

Tara tilts her head for a moment. "You really should give Richard a chance. At least, maybe meet him for coffee or something. You should try to start dating again."

Buffy glances up, considering the witch for a moment. "What about you? Are you planning on getting back into the dating scene?"

Tara slowly chews a carrot. "It's not as easy for me, Buffy. First off, there aren't that many lesbians out there for me to pick from. Second off, I'm not exactly beautiful. So I don't garner the interest, say Willow or you, would get."

"What?" Buffy questions confused. "What do you mean you're not beautiful? I mean, yeah, I'm not gay, but if I was, I'd jump at the chance to date you." Buffy waves a hand towards Tara. "Look in the mirror sometime. Dark honey blonde hair, bedroom eyes, a figure I would kill for." Buffy shakes her head before spearing another piece of meat. "You're beautiful Tara, believe me." She mutters as she shoves the piece of meat in her mouth and chews roughly, watching as Tara blushes lightly.

Tara blinks in surprise at the slayer. "Well, at least you didn't mention my breasts, like Anya did."

Buffy drops her fork on her plate, her eyes wide. "She didn't?"

"Yes, she did. Said I had beautiful breasts." Tara admits laughing. "She was trying to get a rise out of me. It didn't work." Tara shakes her head as she takes a bite of potatoes.

"Okay, explain this to me. How can my telling you you're beautiful, makes you blush, but talking about your breasts doesn't?" Buffy questions confused, her eyes inadvertently glancing down to the items in question, before lifting back up quickly.

"Anya talks about sex all the time, Buffy. So her talking about breasts doesn't really bother me. Plus, I knew she was trying to push my buttons at the time, so I didn't fall for it. You, on the other hand, weren't doing any of those things and were being very serious. So it kind of embarrassed me." Tara shrugs looking down at her empty plate. "I'm not used to being told I'm beautiful by a straight woman." Looking up, Tara's eyes twinkle merrily. "But I might be able to get used to it."

Buffy groans looking back down at her plate as she grabs the last bite of meat.

Tara laughs as she places her dirty dishes in the sink. Walking around the slayer, heading towards the basement, Tara stops as the phone rings. Backtracking the slight distance, she picks it up. "Hello, Summers residence."

"Oh, yes. Is Buffy there?" Richard questions hopefully.

"Yes, she is. May I ask who's calling?" Tara smirks at Buffy, already knowing who's calling.

"This is Richard, I was there last night." Richard explains quickly.

"Hold on just one moment, Richard." Tara grins hugely at Buffy as she hands the phone to the groaning slayer. "Be nice." Tara whispers before heading down the stairs to check on the laundry.

"Bitch." Buffy grumbles lowly before putting the phone to her ear. "Hi, Richard."

"Hello, Buffy. Uhhh, I called to see if you might want to go out to dinner and a movie tonight." Richard asks hesitantly.

"I'm sorry. I just finished eating an early dinner." Buffy grins at shooting that bird down.

"Oh, well." Richard hesitates for a moment. "We could go to an early movie, if you like. Maybe stop at the ice cream shop on the way back?"

Buffy looks up seeing a frowning Tara looking at her, mouthing something to her. Shaking her head, she scowls trying to figure out what she's saying.

"Go out, it won't hurt to see if you like him." Tara whispers quietly so only Buffy can hear.

Buffy rolls her eyes and sighs. "I'd love to go out to the movies and have ice cream with you tonight."

"Great. How about I pick you up at 6:30? I think most of the early movies start around 7:00." Richard grins.

"That's fine. See you at 6:30. 'Bye, Richard." Buffy disconnects the phone before growling at Tara. "I wasn't going to go out with him!"

"I know." Tara raises an eyebrow at the slayer. "What's the worst that will happen? You don't like him and you don't go back out with him again. At least you'll have seen a movie and gotten a free ice cream out of it." Tara shrugs before taking the dried clothes into the living room to fold.

"You are a pain in the ass!" Buffy yells out to the witch as she stands up, slicing another piece of meat off the roast, dropping it on her plate before spearing a couple more potatoes and carrots. "But you're a good cooking pain in the ass." Buffy mutters to herself as she sits down to eat her second helping.

"If I'm a pain in the ass, what are you?" Tara yells back as she folds the shirts.

Buffy raises an eyebrow while eating her carrot. "I'm a sweet, kind, loving person that would never argue with anyone. I never cause any problems and I'm always right." Buffy smirks waiting to hear what the witch will say back to that.

"What fucking rock did you crawl out from under?" Tara yells in disbelief. "You are absolutely, the most argumentative person I have ever known. Sweet and kind, I'll give you. Loving, I wouldn't know, me lesbian, you straight, remember? As to you always being right? WRONG!" Tara chuckles quietly.

"So the deciding factor is whether or not I'm loving?" Buffy yells out, laughing at the witch.

"Is that an offer?" Tara counters loudly. "Because, I'm not planning on watching you have sex with a guy, I can tell you that!" Tara starts laughing hysterically, imagining Buffy blushing in the kitchen.

"That's not nice!" Buffy yells back embarrassed. "So you would watch me having sex with a woman?"

Tara's eyes open wide in surprise. Not knowing what to say, she sits there in stunned silence.

Buffy slowly walks out into the living room when she doesn't hear anything back from the witch. Seeing the stunned look on her face, she chuckles. "I think I just won a battle of the sparring words with the witch. Chalk one up for the slayer." Buffy chortles before quickly heading up the stairs to get ready for her date.

"Damn." Tara mutters, before laughing quietly. "Yeah, you got me on that one, slayer. But I'm going to ask for a re-match." Tara grins at the thought of how Buffy's becoming a lot happier and more easy going. Not having Spike pushing himself on her the last week, has probably let her become more like her old self, Tara thinks to herself. Finishing folding the clothes, Tara grabs them and running upstairs to put them in their respective owners' rooms.

Tara smirks at Richard, who's standing by the door waiting for Buffy to come downstairs. Turning her head she watches her quickly come down the stairs. Biting her lip, Tara can't help but decide to embarrass the woman before going out on her date.

"Okay, dear. Here's you some cab fare home, in case things don't work out." Tara starts holding out $20. "Be sure and call me, if you need me. Remember, you're supposed to be home by 10:00, it is a school night." Tara leans in and brushes her lips quickly over her cheek. "Have a good night, sweetie, and don't do anything I wouldn't do." Tara flutters her eyelashes at the slayer, grinning crookedly.

Buffy stands in front of the witch, blushing then groaning deeply. "You are so going to pay for this." She growls. Snatching the $20 out of the witch's hand she mutters. "Just for that I'm keeping the $20."

Tara laughs as Buffy urges a completely confused Richard out of the house. "Have a good time, Buffy."

"Thanks, Tara." Buffy smiles back at the witch, hearing the sincerity in her voice.

Tara chuckles as she closes and locks the door.

Tara grins as Buffy comes into the house. Closing the book she's reading, she raises an eyebrow in question at the slayer.

"Aarghh!! No more going out on dates that Xander tries to hook me up with." Buffy grumbles before plopping down on the couch beside the witch.

"What was so wrong with him?" Tara wonders out loud.

"He was sweet, kind and super nice. And about as smart as a fence post! Now, I know I'm not the brightest person in the world, but compared to him I'm a thousand watt light bulb." Buffy whines.

"Well? How was the movie and ice cream?" Tara hopes at least something salvaged the slayer's night.

"Movie was so, so. Ice cream was good." Buffy grins looking over at the witch. "Next date is yours. We have to find someone for you."

"I don't think so." Tara shakes her head, grinning. "The few women I've met who are lesbians, I wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole." Tara smirks.

"Oh? Where have you met these lesbians?" Buffy watches as Tara blushes a light pink.

"Before Willow, I went to some of those on campus meet and greets. Most of the women that showed up were definitely hard core butch. I kind of felt like I was an all you can eat buffet, surrounded by twenty starving women." Tara shudders at the remembrance.

Buffy blushes deeply before coughing. "All you can eat buffet. Tara, you have a way with words that puts pictures in my head that just don't belong there." Buffy growls, laughing before quickly heading up the stairs. "I need to get ready for patrol."

"Sorry." Tara bites her lip, realizing what she said and the connotations it could have.

After a few minutes Buffy trots down the stairs shaking her head at the witch. "I don't think I ever realized how rotten you were, until recently. It's definitely an eye opening experience." Buffy watches as a wicked look crosses the witch's face. "Don't even say anything, I can tell you're going to do something else to embarrass me on purpose." Buffy quickly heads out the door while making the statement, closing it behind her on Tara's laughter.

"You look beautiful." Tara murmurs as she makes a minor adjustment to Anya's wedding dress. Realizing the last month just flew by. Between school, working at the store, helping with the wedding and just being there for both Summers' girls, Tara's life has been very full indeed.

"Are you sure I shouldn't have gone with the veil?" Anya questions worriedly looking in the mirror at the tiara she's wearing.

"Positive. You're like a fairy princess." Tara smiles as she backs away.

"Thank you, Tara." Anya smiles. "I couldn't have done this without you." Taking a deep breath she looks around. "It is a small wedding, but the important thing is, I'm marrying my snuggle bear."

Tara chuckles. "Want me to check and see how everything's going? I can't believe you lassoed Buffy and Willow into being ushers."

"But they look so cute in their little tuxes." Anya smirks. "Buffy actually didn't have a problem. Willow caused the most upheaval about wearing a tux. Please, I would appreciate you making sure everyone is behaving themselves, instead of fighting and ruining my wedding."

Tara nods, smiling as she eases out of the room. Quickly heading out to the main area, she glances around seeing a frowning redhead, and an absolutely livid looking slayer. Frowning, she quickly makes her way to the two women. "What's wrong?" She glances briefly at Willow before settling her gaze on Buffy.

"The son of a bitch disappeared." Buffy growls out. "We don't know where he's gone. He isn't in the building, at all."

Tara's eyes widen as she pales. "You've checked everywhere?"

"Yes. He's nowhere in the building. It's raining outside, so we haven't went out there looking for him." Willow fidgets nervously. "This is so not good."

"No, it isn't." Tara mutters before quickly running to the front doors, walking out under the cover, looking up and down the street. "Damn it, Xander! What are you doing?" She whispers. Biting her lip nervously, she walks back in grabbing up an umbrella, praying she doesn't ruin her outfit.

"Let me do it." Buffy murmurs quickly reaching the witch and grasping the umbrella. "It won't be as noticeable with my dark slacks if they get wet."

"Thanks, Buffy." Tara smiles distractedly at the slayer.

Buffy nods before running out to where Xander had parked his car. Standing there looking in disbelief at the empty spot, Buffy stares down the road. "Where the hell are you?" She growls. "It's not smart to piss off an ex-vengeance demon, Xander."

Slowly trudging her way back into the building, she looks up into worried blue eyes and shakes her head. "He's gone. The car's gone."

Willow pales and leans against the wall, watching as Buffy collapses on a chair, and Tara rubs her forehead. "What are we going to do?"

"Beat the hell out of Xander when we find him." Buffy growls looking up at the ceiling. "Who's going to tell Anya?"

Tara's shoulders drop at the thought. "I guess I am." She whispers, slowly turning to walk towards the dressing room Anya was waiting in.

"Do you want back up?" Buffy questions standing.

Tara looks at the slayer with sad eyes. "I don't know. I…fuck!" Tara rubs her temple, feeling a full blown headache coming on. "The wedding was supposed to start five minutes ago. Do you think we should wait a few more minutes to see if he shows back up?"

"I hate to say it, but I have a feeling he's high tailed it out of town." Willow whispers. "I ran into him a little while ago and he was very jumpy and distracted. He wouldn't talk about what had him so bothered, I just kind of thought it was normal wedding day jitters."

"On the Hellmouth?" Buffy questions sarcastically. "I somehow doubt it's normal."

"I'll go talk to her. If one of you two would to talk to the gathered family, friends and demons?" Tara looks at the filled seats, shaking her head. "Ah, hell." She mutters before slowly working her way to the dressing room.

"I think I would rather tell this group out here a hundred times over, than talk to Anya right now." Willow whispers to Buffy.

Buffy nods her head. "It isn't going to be a pretty sight in there." Turning, she takes a deep breath smiling at the hacker. "So, rock, paper, scissors?"

Willow nods her head as they count out, frowning as Buffy's paper covers her rock. "Damn! Two out of three?" Willow questions hopefully.

"Nope. You get to have the honors." Buffy smirks at Willow.

"Great." Willow mutters as she works her way up to the front to let everyone know the wedding is obviously off.

Tara takes a deep breath as she pushes open the door, watching as an obviously nervous Anya, keeps running her hands down her dress.

"The wedding is supposed to already be started. What's wrong?" Anya queries loudly, looking into the sad blue eyes of her best friend. "If it's bad, I don't want to know." Anya turns her back on the witch, feeling her body tensing.

"Anya…" Tara stops, trying to think of the best way to say this.

"Tara, just tell me. We are good enough friends, you should know that I prefer the blunt approach." Anya whirls back around, her eyes angry.

Tara nods her head. "I know. I just didn't want to blurt it out." Centering herself, she raises her eyes, watching Anya closely. "Xander's disappeared. He's nowhere in the building, and no one knows where he is. He took the car."

Anya blinks as it takes a few minutes for it to sink in. "He left?" She whispers and at Tara's nod, she feels tears coming to her eyes before roughly brushing them away as anger comes quickly following the tears. "Where is the sniveling little, beady eyed bastard? I'm going to eviscerate him! No, evisceration is too good for him. I'll, I'll think of something to do to him." Anya yells out in anger. Before stopping momentarily. "I'm not a demon anymore, I can't do that." Her eyes flashing wildly about, she starts muttering to herself. "Maybe D'Hoffryn will take me back, yes. I'm a woman scorned. Hallie was telling me that things haven't been the same since I left. I'm sure he'll have me back." She looks up with a glint in her eye. "I'll have my revenge on him, yes I will."

Tara's eyes widen as she listens to Anya rattle on. Shaking her head she quickly walks to the woman, clasping her shoulders. "Anya, no! You can't do that. I mean, of course you can do it, but you shouldn't. Don't make a decision like this, in the heat of the moment."

"Why? If I was a vengeance demon again, I could get vengeance on Willow for you. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" Anya questions seriously.

"No, Anya, it wouldn't be wonderful. It would be wrong. Please, please promise me, you won't make a rash decision right now. If he offers you your job back, please think on it." Tara whispers quietly.

"Why? I have nothing here. Xan…he doesn't want me, what does it matter?" Anya starts to cry.

"Oh, Anya. You have me, and even Buffy, Willow and Dawn, also. What about the Magic Box?" Tara questions quietly, wrapping her arms gently around the crying woman. "Please, Anya. Can you do this, for me? Give yourself thirty days before jumping into something you may regret? Take the time to think things through first?" Tara soothingly caresses the back of the sobbing woman.

Anya cries into Tara's shoulder, her arms clenched around her waist tightly. "You're my friend?" Anya questions heart brokenly.

"Yes, Anya. I'm your friend." Tara feels her heart break for the obvious pain she's going through. "I'll be there for you, to take out for coffee and Danishes. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I'll be there. So, what do you say? Stick around, for at least a month?" Tara questions as she pulls back, looking into the bloodshot eyes of the ex-demon. "I mean, if you want to take a few days off and get your head together, that's fine. Just don't do anything you'll regret."

Anya looks into the witch's eyes searchingly before nodding her head. "Thirty days. Not one day more."

Tara smiles softly before whispering. "Thank you. Should we get you changed and cleaned up? Buffy or Willow, were going to break the news to all the people out there."

Anya's eyes flash with a hint of anger. "I still want to do something mean to him."

"Shhh. I know, sweetie. Just so you know, I don't think you were the only one." Tara hugs her briefly again. "Come on, let's get you situated."

Anya nods her head. With Tara's help, it doesn't take her long to get out of her wedding finery, and into the dress she wore on the way to the wedding. Sighing, she watches as Tara zips up the plastic cover around her wedding dress.

"Do you want to go somewhere to get away?" Tara whispers as she quickly changes, hanging her dress up, as she slides her skirt and shirt on. "Or do you want company?"

"I think I might get away for a couple days." Anya hesitantly whispers.

"That's fine. If you want, we'll gather up the items and see about getting them back to the proper guests. I have the paper with the caterer's numbers and the DJ's number, I'll take care of that, also."

Anya sits down heavily. "All that money gone to waste. Why don't you take the food home, you guys can eat it. Whatever you don't want, throw it away." Anya brokenly gets out as the tears start falling again.

"Oh, sweetie." Tara quickly sits down beside the heart broken woman and gathers in her arms, hugging her tightly. Tara glances towards the door as it eases open and Buffy sticks her head in. Tara smiles tremulously at the slayer.

"Everybody's gone home. Dawn got a ride to Janice's for the night. We went ahead and gave most of the gifts back as the people were leaving, so you won't have to worry about that." Buffy hesitantly walks into the room, followed by a nervous redhead.

"Thank you." Tara strokes Anya's back as she buries her head in her neck.

"The DJ just arrived, should I…" Willow trails off looking at her ex-lover.

"Please. When the caterer get here, Anya wants us to have the food." Tara glances down at Anya, noticing this crying fit is slowly tapering off.

"I'll keep an eye out for them. They should be getting here any minute." Willow hurries out of the room, feeling uncomfortable at watching Anya break down.

Buffy hesitates not knowing what to do. "Is there something I can do?"

Anya looks up with blood shot eyes at the slayer. "Find Xander and feed him to a vampire. After he's turned, let me torture him for months before I dust him. That will be a good start."

Biting back a smile at Anya's words, Tara shakes her head. "We discussed this, Anya…"

"I know. Can't I at least think of all kinds of mean and hateful things to do to him?" Anya whines at the witch.

"Briefly, just don't act on them and don't obsess about it." Tara smiles softly at the ex-demon.

"Okay." Anya relents as she snuggles back into Tara's arms. "You are very comforting."

"Thank you, I think." Tara looks up, grinning at the slayer.

Buffy rolls her eyes before smirking. "Careful, Tara."

Anya lifts her head to look at the slayer. "Why does she need to be careful?"

"You're looking awfully at home, curled up against Tara like that." Buffy raises an eyebrow, grinning.

Anya grins and snuggles back into the witch. "Maybe she will wish to have comfort sex with me."

Buffy's eyes get huge and she unconsciously steps back.

Tara chuckles and shakes her head at the ex-vengeance demon. "Anya, behave."

"But I am unhappy and it would take my mind off evil men." Anya glances up, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Plus, I would really, really like to know, if you're a wildcat in the sack. I'm laying odds that you are." Anya nods her head before leaning back down, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the slayer.

"Uh, wha – , uh – " Buffy stutters out, not knowing what to say. Buffy goes from blushing deeply to turning pale.

"Okay, everything's taken care of. I have the food sitting on one of the tables downstairs." Willow comes in, looking from an obviously uncomfortable slayer, to a smirking ex-vengeance demon, to Tara biting her lip, obviously trying to keep from laughing. Narrowing her eyes, she looks back from one woman to another. "What did I miss?"

Buffy points at Anya. "She…comfort…Tara…uhhhh." Buffy groans pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes.

Tara starts laughing and Anya looks up at Willow seriously. "I just said that maybe Tara would wish to have comfort sex with me, and that I bet she's a wildcat in the sack. Is she?" Anya tilts her head at the hacker.

Willow pales before looking around like a trapped rat. "Ummm…"

"Anya, please." Tara whispers, hopefully, so only she can hear. "This is getting a little mean, in regards to Willow."

Anya sighs and nods her head, leaning against her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it." Anya apologizes looking at the redhead.

Willow's mouth drops open in stunned surprise at the apology. Not knowing what to say, she slowly eases towards the door. "I'm just going to take one of the smaller platters home with me, since I'm by myself." Willow mutters before turning and running.

"Do you want to go home tonight, sweetie?" Tara softly questions Anya.

"Not really." Anya mumbles.

Tara looks up at Buffy with questioning eyes.

Buffy nods her head in recognition of what Tara is silently asking. "If you want, you can come home with us." Buffy offers quietly.

Anya looks up at the slayer and nods her head. "I would. Thank you."

"I'll call a cab." Buffy murmurs heading out the door.

"That was nice of her." Anya remarks as she slowly stands gently wiping a hand across her still damp cheeks.

"Buffy is a very nice and understanding woman." Tara softly whispers. "She's had a lot of hard knocks in her short life. She just wants someone to share her life with that will love all of her." Tara murmurs as she grabs down the two dresses, gently folding them over her arm. "Pretty much, like the rest of us." Tara smiles sadly at the ex-vengeance demon.

Anya nods in acceptance. "It is probably asking too much, to find love on the Hellmouth, isn't it?"

"I'm starting to think so." Tara admits wrapping her arm around Anya's shoulders. "Come on, let's get you home and into comfy clothes. We'll pig out, eat lots of chocolate, and male bash the night away."

"Promise?" Anya asks hopefully.

"Promise." Tara grins as they walk towards the front doors.

Tara sighs quietly, as she walks back down the stairs. Sitting down heavily on the couch, she looks at the living room, groaning. "Maybe tomorrow morning, I'll clean this mess up." She grumbles quietly closing her eyes and leaning her head back. Sighing she thinks over the night, between the crying jags to the griping all three women did about men in general (her griping about her father and brother), finally ending in a food fight. Smiling softly, knowing that Anya was finally starting to come to terms with what happened, but realizing it will still take time and she'll probably break down occasionally, needing a friend to talk to.

Chuckling quietly, Tara thinks about how Buffy had slowly loosened towards the ex-demon, becoming more like a friend to the woman by the end of the night. Tara had watched as surprise slowly crossed Buffy's face as she realized Anya was a sweet and caring woman, once you actually took the time to listen to her, instead of dismissing what she says because of her refreshing bluntness.

Looking back around, Tara frowns before standing to grab a trash bag and slowly walk around the room picking up food, soda cans, wine and water bottles strewn about the living room furniture and floor. Halfway through cleaning up, she looks towards Buffy as she walks in from patrol. "How was patrol, sweetie?"

Buffy chuckles quietly. "I think all the demons were invited to the wedding and decided to high tail it out of town after realizing it was off. I only found one newly risen vampire all night." Shaking her head Buffy sits down to pull off her shoes, finally realizing Tara's cleaning up the living room. "Hey, you shouldn't be doing this by yourself."

"That's okay. Anya's upstairs asleep. I thought I would clean up the mess while waiting for you to get home." Tara shrugs, smiling softly.

"Well, let me help." Buffy hops up gathering up items and dumping them in the trash bag. "I can't believe we ended up having a food fight." Buffy grumbles picking up a smooshed piece of…Buffy tilts her head looking at the item in question, clearly not having a clue what it was. Shrugging her shoulders, she drops it in the trash bag.

"I'm probably going to have to rent a steam cleaner from the store to get some of this stuff out of the carpet." Tara admits.

"It was worth it." Buffy softly states. "All this time I just thought Anya was an uncaring pain in the ass, when she would make her comments. I never realized what was going on underneath."

"She's a very kind and caring woman, Buffy." Tara admits gathering another handful of food off an end table.

"Xander doesn't realize what he had." Buffy shakes her head in disappointment. "And all this time I dismissed her, thinking he could do so much better than an Ex-Vengeance Demon." Buffy states sarcastically. "I think it's her that could do much better, especially since he ran off without another word."

Tara silently agrees with Buffy before saying out loud. "But, as you said, this is the Hellmouth. There very well could be extenuating circumstances."

"Yeah, well, there sort of was." Buffy admits sitting down watching Tara for a moment.

Looking up into the worried eyes of the slayer, Tara tilts her head. "You found him?"

"Yeah, he's staying at one of the hotels on the outskirts of town." Buffy looks down at her hands for a long moment. "He said he'd had misgivings for the last couple months, but that today it finally came to a head, when he imagined what it would be like in the future. He imagined himself as his father, a drunk, abusive man." Buffy looks up in apology at Tara as she mentions the abusive part.

Tara shakes her head and smiles briefly at the look. "It's okay, Buffy. It isn't your fault my family isn't the nicest family in the world. You don't have to tiptoe around it."

"Yeah, well, if I'd known then, what I know now, they wouldn't have left with just a warning." Buffy grumbles loudly, a look of anger crossing her face. "Why didn't you ever tell us what your home life was like, Tara? I mean, I got an inkling that they were very strict, but I never knew that you went through the abuse, until tonight."

Tara sighs, before collapsing on the couch, thinking about the past. "I never really talked about it much. I told Willow bits and pieces over time as it came up, but that's it." Tara shrugs and smiles crookedly at the slayer. "I'm okay now and I try to move forward, instead of wallowing in the past."

Buffy nods in agreement. "I just have to say this, I'm glad you're here. You're a very big part of my life, you probably don't realize how much you've helped me, hell, helped everyone. I want to thank you, for that." Buffy grins. "And I just want to say thank you for putting Anya in your bed instead of mine."

Tara raises an eyebrow at Buffy before drawling out quietly. "Who said anything about putting her in my bed?"

"You didn't?" Buffy whimpers quietly. "I'll have to sleep on the couch. There's no telling what Miss Grabby Hands will get up to if I'm asleep."

Tara laughs quietly at Buffy, remembering how as Anya worked her way through a couple bottles of wine; she had gotten a little…grabby, definitely is the word. "I don't know, Buffy. She might be able to widen your horizons. After all, we are talking about a woman that has lived for 1200 years. Imagine the things she's seen and done." Tara smirks at the slayer.

"Don't, please." Buffy holds her hand up, closing her eyes. "I don't think my poor little brain can handle even remotely considering what she has done in the past. What she was more than willing to expound on tonight, was more than enough." Buffy shudders in remembrance.

Tara bites her lip watching Buffy. "That's part of what she was, being a Vengeance Demon is exacting vengeance against someone. And I have to admit, she was very creative with some of the wishes." Tara's lip inches up.

"Yeah, yeah." Buffy mumbles opening her eyes and glaring at the witch. "I think you egged her on."

"It made her feel better." Tara shrugs her shoulder smiling. "She was doing a hell of a lot better at the end of the night, than she was earlier."

"That's true." Buffy admits softly. "Which bed did you put her in? Dawn's bed is free tonight, so we can crash in there."

Tara nods her head. "I was planning on sleeping in there. I actually grabbed my sleep wear when I dragged Anya up to bed." Tara chuckles quietly thinking about the drunk, singing woman. "I was able to get a couple aspirin in her before she passed out. I hope that might help with her hangover tomorrow."

"I don't know. She sure hit the booze tonight. She may not wake up for a couple days." Buffy mutters.

"That's a possibility." Tara yawns hugely as the day finally catches up with her. "I think I'm going to go crash."

Buffy nods her head. "I'm right behind you." She stands and slowly turns the lights off as the two women double check the doors and head upstairs. "Have a good night."

"Thanks, Buffy, you too." Tara smiles softly at the slayer before slipping into Dawn's room to hopefully get a good night's rest.

Buffy shuts the door behind her before stripping and pulling on her pajamas. Climbing into bed, she shakes her head, thinking about her best friend Xander. Remembering how he had tried to sound all 'I'm doing it for her own good.' Realizing he was just a scared little boy that should have taken a step back to think about what he was doing, instead of running away and ruining his relationship with Anya. "Is that what we're all doing?" Buffy questions the empty room. "Xander with Cordelia, then Anya? Willow with Oz, then Tara? Myself with Angel and Riley?" Buffy doesn't even consider Spike. It was never a relationship, just two people taking advantage of a situation and each other.

"Yes, technically Oz and Angel left Willow and myself. But Willow more or less ran Tara off, as I did with Riley." Sighing quietly, Buffy shakes her head before deciding she really should sleep, instead of trying to figure out the specifics of the Scoobies and their love lives. Rolling over onto her stomach, Buffy punches her pillow before laying her head down to slowly fall asleep.

Buffy and Tara look up from their breakfast of pancakes and sausage, as a bleary-eyed stumbling ex-vengeance demon makes her way into the kitchen.

"I'll be. I didn't think we'd see you for another, five or six hours, at least." Buffy watches as Anya waves an unsteady hand towards her before opening the refrigerator, pulling out the rest of the orange juice and draining it. Dropping the container in the trash, she opens the freezer, grabbing a full ice tray out to crack and drop on a kitchen towel. Wrapping it up, she runs it under water to make it slightly damp before placing it against her head and plopping down in a chair beside Tara. Buffy laughs quietly at the sight of the woman.

Tara makes eye contact with Buffy, her lip quirked up in amusement before looking back at Anya. "Would you like some more aspirin?" Tara questions softly. Getting a brief nod in reply, Tara bites back her laugh before reaching back and grabbing the aspirin she'd had the forethought to leave out. "How many?" She shakes her head as Anya holds up four fingers. Dropping four aspirin into her hand, Tara stands and grabs a glass to fill with water. Placing the items in front of Anya, she watches as the blood shot eyes make contact with her for the first time.

"If I ever do something that stupid again, please just shoot me." She whimpers quietly as she pops the aspirin in her mouth and chugs the water before laying her head down on the counter top.

Tara holds back a smile and gently rubs Anya's back. "It'll get better. Do you think you can eat anything?"

"Not a good idea." Anya mutters as she picks up the ice and lays it gently on the side of her face. "Just tell me, did I make a complete and utter fool of myself last night?"

"No more than usual." Buffy pipes up grinning. "Even though, I must admit, woman's hands in new places last night."

Anya slowly raises her head to look from one woman to the next. "Did I?" She questions in a quavery voice.

"Yes, you did. To both Tara and myself." Buffy waves at Tara.

"Damn." Anya grumbles quietly. "That makes me feel bad."

"That's okay, sweetie. We understand." Tara smirks at Buffy while patting Anya on the back.

"What do you understand?" Anya looks up. "I feel bad because I don't remember it. I mean, damn. I felt you and Buffy both up? And I don't remember? I really do need to be shot now." Anya bitches as she dumps the towel in the sink before unsteadily working her way out of the kitchen.

Tara giggles at the shocked look on Buffy's face, before laughing fully. "Did you expect something else from Anya?"

"I guess I shouldn't." Buffy shakes her head, blushing briefly. "How come you're not upset or embarrassed?"

Tara raises an eyebrow after she stops laughing, tilting her head at the slayer. "It is what it is, Buffy. If the worse thing that happens out of all this mess is the fact my breasts got squeezed last night, I'll count my blessings." Tara laughs at the dumb founded look on Buffy's face. Tara quickly leaves the kitchen, before she busts out laughing at the look on the slayer's face. Not seeing Anya in the living room, she quickly walks upstairs an