Buffy fanfiction, Willow fanfiction, Buffy slash
fanfiction, Willow Tara Fanfiction
Joss owns 'em. I just borrow them.
R – for language, mock sexual situations and sexual
Set during the beginning of season six after Buffy's
return. Tara becomes the victim of a hate crime as she
walks home one night. This story was written as a
challenge/request on the WillTara egroups list to
portray an 'accurate' (for lack of a better word)
description of gay/lesbian life and not Josh's safe
world he's built for Tara and Willow.
Feed the bards - email@example.com
"Hey! Where's the
Tara came to a halt as
a man stepped into her path. He was around her age she
surmised and a bear of a man – around 6 feet tall,
probably over 200 pounds, entirely muscle. She felt two
more men come up behind her and shot a quick glance to
them before turning her back to the alley so she could
keep all three in visual contact.
"You know? The
cute little redhead with the great ass you can't keep
your hands off of?"
She'd waited over an
hour for Xander and Anya at the Bronze, but they seemed
to be a no show. Not wanting to sit any longer, she
decided to head home on foot. She was sure Buffy was on
patrol and Willow planned to do some studying at the
library that night. It was always dangerous in Sunnydale
after dark, but she'd spent enough time around the
scoobies that she felt confident she'd know what to do
should trouble arise. Now as trouble stood before her
she wondered if she'd made the right choice.
"So where is she?
Leave you all alone tonight?"
Tara didn't know the
man from Adam, but it was obvious that he knew her and
he knew about Willow. They were never shy about their
affection for each other. Especially, at the Bronze. It
was like a second home, so it felt natural to hug or
kiss or dance. No one said anything and no one hassled
them. Sure once and awhile a few guys might stare, only
to get slapped by their girlfriends and it had become a
joke for them at some point. 'Number one male fantasy'
Willow whispered into her ear one night as they moved
slowly on the dance floor. These guys, however, didn't
look like they were up for any girl/girl fantasies by
the tone of the leaders voice.
It was dark; thick
with a hint of anger. How could he be angry with me?
He doesn't even know me, she thought. Finally, she
found her voice although her fear seeped into it.
"Wh-What do you
"Wh-What do I wa-want?"
he mimicked her cruelly. He smelled of alcohol and his
body seemed to sway a bit. "I just wanted to ask
you a question."
Tara looked around for
a possible escape route as she played along.
she answered using all of her will not to stutter again.
She squared her shoulders and kept her eyes focused on
the men before her. If anything, Willow taught her to
show courage even if she didn't feel it. It was half the
battle of facing down the demon's they'd fought. These
guys couldn't be much different she figured. She took a
deep breath to study her nerves.
"I've got a
theory. Carpet lickers get off on chicks because they've
never had a real man. Is that true?"
Oh shit, Tara
thought. Hate crime statistic ahead. Just keep
talking. She put on a false grin and strolled toward
the street. "Nice theory," she told them as
casually as she could muster. "But totally
Her feet took off,
running as fast as she could. The Bronze was only two
blocks away and if she could hold them off until then…
Suddenly, she felt her
arm snared and her feet go out from under her as she
tried to pass another alley. From the pain in her knee
and her elbow where she landed on the rough concrete she
knew she had to be skinned up pretty bad.
there," she heard one of them say. One man grabbed
her by the arms while the other tried to get her feet.
She kicked for all she was worth, but it was useless in
the end. They carried her toward the darkness and she
screamed out, "Fire! Fire!"
Somewhere in her fear
of what lay ahead she remembered one of Dr. Walsh's
class lessons. People will ignore rape calls, not
wanting to get involved. But 'fire' will get more
people's attention and a better chance of getting help.
Another thought occurred to her too. Rape isn't a sex
crime. It's a crime of violence. And these men had every
intention of hurting her. And all because she finally
found someone to love.
Once back far enough,
the man holding her legs let go while the man that had
her arms threw her into the wall. Her head slammed
against the bricks leaving a small gash on her forehead.
It didn't stop her though from trying to turn and flee.
When she did that's when she felt the blow to her jaw
and her body slammed against the wall again. The acidy
taste of her blood began to trickle in her mouth from
her cut lip.
arms," the 'boss' told his buddies. Taking the
orders, Tara felt her arms become pinned to the wall.
She tried to kick the leader who now stood in front of
her. He pulled at her skirt ripping it up the front. He
was far too close for her to get in a solid kick and he
was far too tall to knee in the crotch. She watched
helpless as he started to undo his belt.
"You just need a
real man dyke. I'm gonna give you a real man."
"You? You're not
a real man. You're a wanker. And you're doing it all
They all turned toward
the shadows of the alley, trying to see who spoke. Tara
recognized the English voice immediately and gave a
small sigh of relief, but not enough to be noticed. She
tried to move free as the head of the small gang walked
closer toward the shadows and the voice that was
interrupting his fun. It was useless however. The thug's
entourage kept a tight hold on her arms, although they
turned to see what the commotion was about.
Spike casually stepped
out. He took a long drag on his cigarette before tossing
it to the ground and crushing it out under his boot.
Slowly, he walked toward them.
"I'll show you a
real man," he told them confidently. He walked up
to Tara and wiggled his eyebrow once letting her know
he'd find a way out of it for her. They both knew Spike
would never win in a brawl. The chip in his head would
practically immobilize him once he struck the first man.
Brains and not brawn was going to get them out of this.
The two other men
continued to hold her arms as the leader stood back and
watched, unmoving. Maybe it was shock of how casual
Spike was about it all. He just strolled out of nowhere
and took his prize and none of the men knew quite what
Spike grabbed the back
of Tara's head and buried his fingers in her hair. His
lips descended on her neck and he nuzzled up to her ear.
"Play along Love," he told her. "Get into
it." She let the fight go out of her so the men
holding her hostage could feel her release. She let out
a small moan as Spike put a hand on her hip. Taking the
cue he let his hand slide down to her leg and slowly
pull her skirt up. She played right along just as he had
asked, wrapping her leg around his, letting out another
said turning back to the thug behind him who stared at
the two of them totally stunned. "It's much better
when you get 'em good and wet mate." He then turned
back to Tara. "And you are wet aren't you
Not trusting her voice
Tara only nodded. None of the men could speak either.
Their silence was brought on by their disbelief. Spike
grinned at the man holding Tara's right arm, pushing him
away. "She's gonna need that hand," he told
him. Then he pushed away the man on the left. "That
one too," he added. He went back to her neck as the
attackers came together to huddle in a group, whispering
to each other. He took a step back and pointed to his
belt buckle. "Come on Love," he told her.
"You know you want it." Tara reached out but
Spike stopped her hands. "Actually Love, I changed
my mind. I don’t think I want you…I want them!"
Spike turned around in
total 'game face' and watched the men's expressions
"W-what the hell
are y-you?" one man stuttered as all three of them
began to back up.
you'll ever see."
All three men darted
down the alley, not looking back, moving as fast as
their feet could carry them. Spike didn't give an all
out chase - just enough to get them around the corner
and out of sight. He quickly walked back to Tara.
"Too bad they
were humans. I just coulda kicked a little ass," he
said as he made his way back to her. "You alright
Bird?" he asked.
All the adrenaline and
fear let loose and shattered Tara's reserve. She began
crying, wrapping her arms around Spike. When he reached
up to return the hug, she flinched at first but he
shushed her, telling her they were gone and he wouldn't
hurt her. Slowly, she pulled herself together.
you," she said softly.
"What was I gonna
do?" he answered. "If Red found out I let some
nasty blokes do a number on you she'd use that magic of
hers to turn me into a toad or something worse…like a
Watcher," he grinned, hoping a bit of levity might
ease Tara's fear of what just happened. When she didn't
say anything he pulled out a cigarette and lit it before
asking, "Did you know those guys?"
"Never saw them
before," she answered still breathing hard.
"Well let's get
you back home and bandaged up," he told her as he
exhaled. They began to walk toward the open street when
Spike noticed her limp.
"You okay to walk
home?" Spike asked, offering his shoulder for
"Yeah, I think
so," she told him.
"I can carry you
Love. Super Vamp strength, you know?"
"That's okay. As long as we go slow, I'll get
Xander was driving
slowly as he and Anya looked for Tara. They stopped by
the Bronze and didn’t find her. Thinking they might
spot her on the way to Buffy's, they figured they'd be
on the look out. That's when Anya saw the figure of a
woman in the alley limping with someone beside her.
"Xander stop! I
thought I saw her."
alley," Anya answered. "Why are you still
driving? Pull over! Pull over!"
"Okay, give me a
sec!" he answered, compiling and pulling the car
off to the side. Anya opened her door first with Xander
quickly following behind her. As they jogged further
back in the alley they saw Spike was there too. When
they got a closer look at Tara, they noticed the bloody
forehead and lip.
"You son of a
bitch!" Xander said running toward Spike.
Tara said coming between them. "Spike didn't do
this. Some other guys…bad guys…did and he scared
for a fight, Harris," Spike sighed.
what you are, Spike," he retorted.
"As much as I'd
love to verbally spar and kick your ass as usual,"
Spike countered, "we've got more pressing
issues," he said pointing to Tara.
Anya walked over and
put her arm around Tara to help her along. "What
happened to you?"
jumped," she replied.
know," Tara answered defeated. "Just… Just
get me home to Will."
With that the four of
them made their way to the Summer's house.
Xander walked in
Dawn came off the
couch. "Hey you're late. Being punctual is-."
Dawn stopped when she saw Tara pass the corner, lip
bleeding and Spike's t-shirt she was holding to her
head. "Ohgodwhodidthis?" she said in a rush.
"Willow!" she shouted toward the kitchen.
The redhead heard
Xander's call as she put away the leftovers from dinner
not paying it much heed. However, when she heard the
sound of her name spoken in such urgency from Dawn, she
raced into the living room. Something was definitely
wrong. Her immediately thought was Buffy. She'd been
patrolling and thought maybe she'd been hurt, but as she
dashed around the corner the sight of no Buffy and a
battered Tara froze her in her tracks momentarily.
okay," Tara told her.
"Dawnie, go make
an ice pack," Willow instructed. Without argument,
Dawn darted to the kitchen.
finished her journey and began to check her lover
visually. That's when she saw the torn skirt.
"Did someone hurt
you?" she asked.
Her voice cracked in
her own ears and tears threatened to spill. It was
obvious she was hurt, but Willow couldn't bring herself
to say the true words of 'did someone rape you?' out
Tara knew Willow well,
understanding what she meant and she gave a brief, but
answered quickly. "No. S-Someone tried, but…Spike
s-scared them off."
Willow pulled Tara
into an embrace and felt her stiffen. She wasn't sure if
it was stress from the physical attack or an actual
unseen physical injury that made Tara flinch at her
touch. It didn't matter either way. Willow pulled back
slowly as not to startle her lover anymore. She looked
Willow said sincerely. "I can't thank you
Uncomfortable by the
compliment, Spike rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, well, I was in the neighborhood. And like I
told your bird, I wished they weren't human. I could've
used a good rumble."
human," Xander said out loud. "Anyone who
could do something like this can't be human."
"Where were you
Xander?" Willow asked. She knew he was supposed to
pick her up at the Bronze. Her brow furred as she waited
for an answer. Xander knew by the look he was in
late," Xander explained, quickly. "I had to
work over and I called the Bronze, but you know how
helpfully they are when you call for someone."
"It's not his
fault," Tara said, knowing that Willow might place
the blame where it wasn't deserved. "I should have
waited, but I got impatient and left."
"And you decided
to walk home? After dark? By yourself?… Did you forget
we live in Sunnydale?"
"Spare me the
lecture Will, okay?"
"Fine. I won't
say I told you so."
"You'll work it
in so just get it over with."
"I told you
so," Willow mumbled.
Tara tried to give a small grin, but immediately
clutched her lip.
Willow said wrapping her arm around her. "Let's get
you cleaned up and you can tell me what happened."
They began to walk
toward the staircase when Buffy walked in to find
everyone in her foyer. "Gee, a party at my house
and no one invited…me."
Tara watched as the
teasing expression left Buffy's face as she caught sight
of her. "I got jumped near the Bronze," Tara
explained, without being asked.
"Holy God! Are
better," Tara said trying to grin again, but
happened?" Buffy asked. "Are you guys
okay?" she asked Xander and Anya.
there," Tara told her.
"God, I'm sorry
Tara," Xander answered.
"Oh no! I didn't
mean anything by that. I just-."
started. "I'm sorry, okay. At least, let me feel a
little bit of guilt about this. If I'd been at the
Bronze on time none of this would have happened."
happened?" Buffy asked again, this time stressing
the question. "Did some Vamps go after you?"
she said turning back to Tara.
blonde answered. "Just some bigots."
Willow asked. "You mean rapists, right?"
some…s-stuff. About me…about us," Tara told
Buffy looked confused
and Spike walked up next to her. "Why don't you get
her cleaned up Red?" he said nodding to Willow and
Tara. "I'll fill the Slayer in on what I
Willow nodded and put
her arm gently around Tara's shoulder, leading her
upstairs. "Come on Baby."
Willow?" Dawn said calling up the staircase. Willow
held out her hand and Dawn tossed her the ice bag in the
The witch caught it
with her free hand. "Thanks Sweetie," she
replied before finishing her journey to the washroom
with her battered lover on her arm.
exclaimed before running over to Willow's laptop and
grabbing her digital camera. "Pictures," she
said as she stared upstairs.
sweetie," Xander began. "This isn't one of
those moments you want to save for posterity like a
She rolled her eyes.
"Really Xander? I had no idea," she remarked
sarcastically. "Think! We need photographic proof
she was hurt before Willow cleans her up."
Anya," Buffy complimented.
learned it on 'Law and Order'," she replied, quite
proud of herself.
"And like all of
us, she owes everything she is today to
television." Xander grinned with a wave of his hand
as Anya dashed up the stairs with the camera.
what they look like?"
Tara could tell by the
tone in Willow's voice she was angry. And an angry
Willow was never a good thing. She didn't see it that
often, but when she did, the term 'force to be reckoned
with' was an understatement. The reserve of Willow's
anger actually frightened her more than any shouting
she'd seen the witch do during a heated scoobies debate.
It sounded deep, brewing and ready to explode at any
"Just forget it
Tara sat on the closed
commode as her lover tended to her wounds. Willow gently
blotted Tara's knee with the wet washcloth, the last
wound to clean.
"I've spent 20
minutes cleaning blood off my girlfriend. Forgive me for
not walking the path of Gandhi at the moment."
doesn't change it."
"No, but kicking
a little ass might."
reached out, grabbing Willow's wrist. She had to cool
Willow down somehow. She could feel her temperature
rising through her skin and she could see the shake
within Willow's aura. In fact, it scared her a little,
but she thought perhaps a little teasing might help.
"Don't go getting all butch on me now." She
Since the blood had
been cleaned from her lip, and the icepack in place for
a few minutes, it had gotten easier to move her mouth.
"They need to pay
Tara. And I don't want you walking around in fear."
"Just walk with
me for awhile and I'll be okay. You'll see. No going
into a cocoon. I promise."
Willow looked away
sharply. In what seemed like afterthought, she opened
the peroxide bottle.
asked, feeling Willow tense.
me. You're upset because I don't want you to wreck
vengeance on a group of homophobic assholes?"
Willow licked her lips
as she let the peroxide soak into the washcloth. She
shook her head still unable to look at Tara. "You
got hurt because of me," Willow said softly.
Tara sighed, letting her fingers trail down her cheek.
"Even if you were there I can't say for sure that
you would have been able to stop it."
"That's not what
I mean," Willow replied just a soft, still playing
with the washcloth and avoiding eye contact with Tara.
"Look at me
Will," Tara told her. When Willow still didn't look
up she reached out and raised her chin, forcing their
eyes to meet. "What are you saying?"
Willow licked her lips
again and tried to form a sentence but it didn't come.
"You feel guilty
for loving me?" Tara asked. The fear in Tara's gaze
was too much and Willow pulled back slightly, looking
away again. "Is that what this is about?"
Willow couldn't trust
her voice. All she could do was nod. The admission
brought on the waterworks, but she quickly pushed it
down, wiping the tears away. She had to stay strong for
Tara, but the thought that their relationship brought
her pain, got her hurt…It was too much and she found
herself taking ragged breaths.
ever regret loving me…for any reason," Tara said
kissing her forehead. "And don't let a group of
narrow-minded jerks push you away from me – not now,
not ever. Promise me?"
Willow could only nod.
After a few moments in silence Willow calmed down enough
to speak and look at her lover. "I'm sorry Tara. I
just…I wanna hurt 'em. I wanna hurt 'em bad. And that
scares me a little and if I ever find them…"
"I don’t want
you looking," Tara told her.
"Why not? I think
I deserve the right to make them pay. And pay. And then
pay some more."
"Tara, you're my
girlfriend. I would fight anyone for you. Nobody hurts
my girl, remember?"
Those were Tara's
words after she buried an ax into the back of a demon
choking Willow. She did it with no regrets, no remorse.
If a human had Willow in the same position Tara doubted
she would feel any different. Not when it came to
Willow. "I remember," Tara answered softly.
"So, if Spike
brought me home all bruised and bloody would you be this
fucking peaceful?" Willow stood up and threw the
washrag as hard as she could against the wall behind
her. "God damn it, Tara!"
Willow ran her hand
down her face and took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
When she turned around, she saw Tara crying silently.
Baby," Willow said softly coming back to kneel
before her. "Don't cry. Don't cry. I'm sorry.
I'm…I'm angry, but I'm not mad with you. Honest, I'm
not," she continued as she stroked Tara's long
blond hair back from her face. "I'm just …
frustrated … Somebody hurt my Baby and I wanna make
sure it doesn't happen again. That's all. Please don't
cry, Tara. Please."
Willow pulled Tara
into her arms and held her close. Slowly, the blonde's
breathing returned to normal and only then did Willow
"I'm just angry
about a lot of things right now," she told Tara as
she rose and started to pace. "I'm angry at those
guys hurt you. I'm angry my love for you got you hurt in
the first place. I'm angry that I have to stop myself
from kissing you at the supermarket, because it's not
'safe' - especially when you say or do something that's
absolutely adorable. I'm angry because I thought the
Bronze was 'safe' but obviously it's not. I'm angry that
I can't walk into Sunnydale City Hall and say one
marriage license please. And I'm angry that the world is
filled with so many people like the guys that did this
tonight….Lots of anger issues here, I know…B-But
you're not one of them Sweetheart….Honest."
Tara swallowed hard.
"You'd w-walk into city hall to marry me?"
Tara asked, still not sure she heard Willow correctly.
heartbeat," Willow answered, without pause,
stroking her face. "And I know if I asked, you'd
Tara couldn't control
her grin at the admission, but that was fine. She didn't
"I wanna spend
the rest of my life with you, Baby. And I don't want
anyone to ever hurt you again."
Tara took Willow's
hand, giving them a light squeeze to get her full
W-Will…It's just s-scary to see you this upset…And
I'll be h-honest too…" The stutter told Willow
that she unnerved Tara more than she'd admitted and she
found her fingers stroking the woman's cheek, trying to
calm her down. On the inside, Willow kicked herself for
putting Tara even more on edge. "I'm not s-sure if
I'd be m-much different if it were the other w-way
around. If Spike brought you home like this…I-I
couldn't be calm either."
"Well I'm glad
you're the voice of reason tonight," Willow said
giving a half grin.
"You know it's
not a-about protecting them, right? I just don't w-want
to see you doing something stupid and e-end up in
jail…I want you h-here with me, not in a c-cell s-some
place," Tara said taking Willow's stroking hand,
holding it in her own.
They heard a knock on
the door and Willow turned to face it. "Yeah?"
"It's Buffy. Can
I come in?"
Buff," Willow answered.
Buffy entered and shut
the door behind her. "Spike gave me the run down.
He and I are gonna go back out and look for them,"
she announced in a determined voice.
"I'm going with
you," Willow told her.
spoke up. "I don't want you out there, Will."
"Seems they were
quite interested in my presence earlier," she
counted. "I think I should let them know where the
redhead's at tonight. A good start would be my boot up
Buffy began. "I think Tara's right. Stay here and
take care of her. You're too mad to be out there right
now…Besides, remember what happened when you tried to
take on Glory last time Tara got hurt?"
"Yeah I kicked a
God's ass if I remember correctly."
"For all of five
minutes," Buffy retorted.
"How far did you
get, huh? Who was your big gun after that? I think I can
handle a couple of mere homophobic mortals."
Buffy felt her own
anger rising, but she wasn't going to give into it.
Besides, part of her agreed with Willow and understood
her need to see things through for Tara's sake. But Tara
understood Willow on a deeper level and could read how
dangerous Willow was at this moment. And if Tara didn't
want Willow to go out, she had to trust Tara's judgment.
"Don't make me
play the guilt card," Buffy sighed.
Buffy began, "The one that reads: Your girlfriend
needs you here. Your girlfriend's asking that you stay
with her. Give Tara what she wants right now."
She is my girlfriend, Buffy. Not yours. So if anyone
Buffy said cutting her off. "I've got the
motivation to find these guys, but I also have enough
distance because Tara is a friend and not a lover. You
don't. Not tonight anyway. And resolve face be damned,
you're not going out there to hunt these guys down.
Tara's asking you as a lover and I'm asking you as your
friend…Let Spike and I handle this, okay? I promise
you we'll find them. If not tonight, than some other
night. And we won't quit searching until we do."
"Someone has to
take Tara down to the police station to fill out a
report yet. It does me no good to bring those guys in if
no crime has been filed. Of course, the whole 'a vampire
saved me' part of the story should be omitted. That goes
without saying. But let me ask you this: Would you like
Xander to take her there alone or would you like to go
and be the supportive girlfriend I know you are?"
Buffy was right and
Willow knew it. She gave a defeated sigh, "I hate
it when you appeal to my logic."
"Knew I'd get
through somehow." Buffy grinned. "We'll be
back," she said as she turned to go. Quickly, she
stopped and turned back, "Oh, by the way, Dawn call
Giles at the Magic Box. He's 'brushing up on his
reading' or something. I wanted to keep him in the loop,
if that's okay. I mean that is okay, isn't it?"
Buffy," Tara answered for both of them.
"Thanks for letting him know."
"Well, he's on
his way back here now with the Jeep so if you wanted to
use it to go to the station you can. If not, Xander will
take you and then Dawn can tell Giles where you
went…You might wanna go back downstairs soon though.
Dawn hasn't stopped pacing since you came up here. I
think it will help her to see you cleaned up."
Buffy," Tara said softly.
Willow took Buffy by
the elbow before turning to Tara. "I'll be back in
a sec, Sweetheart."
She led Buffy toward
the stairs, walking slowly as they talked. "I'm
letting you go out there because you're right. I need to
be here for Tara right now, but would you do me a
life threatening or anything – a few cuts and bruises,
a slight concussion…broken arm would be good."
that," Tara yelled from the bathroom.
Both women grinned at
each other and looked back to the bathroom.
"Go get dressed
and quit spying," Willow ordered, playfully. In a
quieter voice to Buffy she added, "Whadda ya
Buffy leaned over and
whispered in Willow's ear. "I'm sure they'll resist
citizen's arrest. With the Slayer strength, I can't
guarantee what might happen to them." She grinned
conspiratorially. "And I promise to be sure to tell
them that the redhead sent me."
"Hey, nobody and
I mean nobody messes with family," she added with a
fake Italian gangster accent, adjust a fake necktie.
"That was pretty
bad," Willow giggled.
Buffy ran her hand
down Willow's arm, turning serious again. "You take
care of her. Spike and I will see to the rest," she
said sincerely. "We'll get 'em, Will. I
"Mind if I give
you a head start?"
"What do you
working on different types of locator spells. I can do
it with blood on Spike's shirt. Oh hey, speaking of
"I gave him one
of my nightshirts. He doesn't look too bad in
pink," she teased.
"I bet he looks
fearsome…It wasn't the one with the flowers was
"I considered it,
but even I couldn't be that cruel. After all, he did
point." Willow nodded and turned to see Tara
watching her from the doorway wrapped in her robe with a
disapproving look on her face.
"So you want
Buffy to rough them up?"
"You said I
couldn't hurt them. You didn't say anything about
It was wrong. She knew
it. But Tara had to smile anyway. "It's all in the
absolutely." Willow grinned.
Tara, Willow, Xander
and Anya walked into the police station. A big burly man
with sergeant strips stood behind a tall desk.
"Can I help
you?" he said not bothering to look up from the
paperwork in front of him.
Willow began. "My girlfriend here was attacked and
nearly raped tonight. A couple of blocks from the
He scribbled a few
things down and finally looked up at the four of them.
"You want to file a report?" he asked in a
"Yeah, that's why
we're here," Willow replied. She was getting a bit
agitated with his blasé attitude about the whole
Casually he reached
down and pulled out a piece of paper from under the
desk. He licked the pencil once and gave a sigh.
Willow turned to
Xander. "Now here's a man that loves his job."
Xander said shaking his head, trying to keep her calm.
me," she said before turning back to the sergeant.
"Those dirtbags are still out there, doing God
knows what. Would it be too much to ask for a little
speed here before they beat up on someone else's
He gave another sigh
and turned to Tara. His tone or speed didn't change.
He re-licked his
pencil, taking his time. "Address?"
"Oh for crying
out loud," Willow sighed. "Why don't you just
give us the form and we'll fill it out? Thank god they
didn't rob a bank. They'd already be in Mexico by
"Better get her
out of here," the officer told Xander.
Will," he said taking her by the elbow.
said trying to pull away.
Xander was done
talking. He wrapped his arms around Willow, picking her
up and off her feet. He staggeringly carried her outside
the stationhouse, the witch protesting all the way. Anya
stepped up next to Tara.
The officer watched
them leave and then turned back to Tara.
As soon as he could,
Xander set Willow's feet on the ground. When he let go,
she started back toward the stationhouse, but Xander
snagged her arm.
"You're not going
back in there until you cool off, Will."
"Get your damn
hands off me!" she said pushing him away.
"What if it were Anya, Xander? What if someone
dragged her into an ally, knocked her around and tried
to rape her? Would you cool off?"
"Yeah, I'd be
pissed too. But I'd also think about having Anya spend
the night alone because I'm in the clink for lipping off
to a cop? Come on, Will. Use your head here; not your
Willow sat down
defeated on the precinct stoop and Xander soon joined
"Do you know why
they did it? Do you know why they hurt her?"
"Spike said they
were talking some trash, Will. That's all."
She looked over at
him. "That's not all. They didn't just talk, Xander.
They set out to hurt her…because of me."
"No, they set out
to hurt her because they're insecure assholes. And it
has nothing to do with you and Tara."
"Yeah, well the
world is full of assholes. You know, I didn't choose to
love Tara. Love chose me to be with her."
"I think I
understand," Xander says. "You didn't decide
to become a lesbian. It wasn't a decision for you –
you just are what you are…Like Popeye…But without
the squinting or the muscles. You're prettier too…
Plus, your girlfriend's a knockout with great curves
unlike his. Not like I was looking or anything," he
added with a teasing grin, bumping shoulders with her.
"Can't I have a moment of self-loathing and anger
"Not on my
watch," he answered before turning serious.
"Look Will, I can't even begin to understand what
you deal with day in and day out. But I know that since
you and Tara hooked up there are things that I don't
take for granted anymore."
"Well PDA's for
of Affection…Sure you guys hold hands but sometimes
when I see you together and we're out someplace I can
feel you both…I don't know…holding back. And I know
if I wanted to I could reach right over and kiss Anya
and not get a second glance or whispering stares…So I
don't know exactly how it feels, but I know it's there.
And on some level, it's changed me."
"Well I take
stock in what I have and I hope it changes for you. And
sometimes the guys at the site will make some gay
bashing comments and I set 'em straight – no pun
intended. I tell them I'm offended because my best
friend's gay and she's one of the greatest humans on
earth. Granted, a couple of them don't want to hear it,
but a few of them…they've listened."
Willow reached up and
stroked Xander's face. "You're a sweetheart, you
know that? Anya's a lucky lady."
"I think Tara's
pretty lucky too so don't go feeling guilty about this,
Will. Not for a second."
"That's all I
ask…Think you're calm enough to go back in?"
Willow gave a nod and
rose to her feet. When they walked inside they heard
Anya's raised voice and saw her shaking a finger at the
she shouted. "You're gonna file that report and
you're gonna put an APB out for those three jerks pronto
or so help me God, I'll get Johnnie Cochran to come down
here to file a discrimination suit so fast it will make
this department's head spin! And before you ask, yes I
DO know Johnnie Cochran personally so don't test the
"Now calm down
lady," he told her putting his hands up. He finally
seemed to be showing some emotion…fear. A few of the
officers peeked around corners to watch the display, but
no one moved.
does it make about who she takes to bed? Someone tried
to take her body against her will and the fact that
she's a gay woman is irrelevant. Personally I don't see
the appeal because I like men…but the fact she doesn't
shouldn't mean anything! I pay my taxes, which I know
pays your salary so YOU are workin' for ME pal! You got
it! Now get your jelly donut eating, lard ass over to
that microphone and tell them to start looking and help
"Don’t tell me
what I need," she said stopping him. Anya pulled
out her cell phone and hit the menu button and scrolled
down. She handed it to the sergeant. "Look at the
name! Now you got two choices you elitist pig. Either
hit my call button so I can speak to Johnnie or you hit
your mic to warn your brothers in arms to find these
guys. It's your choice."
He smirked and hit the
button, putting the phone to his ear. It rang twice
before a British voice answered, "Cochran
residence." Confidently, Anya waited with an
outstretched arm for the phone.
The sergeant's eyes
got wide and he quickly hung up. Without delay, he moved
toward the dispatcher. Xander and Willow stood
slack-jawed by the door, unsure of what to make of the
Hey!" Anya said stopping him. "Give me that
back before you lose it you inept boob," she said
pointing to her cell phone. He handed it to her and
quickly started on his journey again.
With careful steps,
Xander and Willow walked over.
sweetheart," he said softly. "What the Hell
just happened here?"
outside," she answered roughly, her anger not yet
dissipated. Xander simply put his hands up and let it go
for the time being.
When the sergeant
returned, he immediately started with an apology.
"I'm sorry about the confusion, Ma'am. I meant no
"Yes, you did
mean the disrespect, so don't back peddle now…Does she
have everything signed and filled out in triplicate for
"You need nothing
further from her? 100 more useless forms? A pint of
blood? Her first born male son?"
He shook his head no.
Anya reached into her
purse and pulled out the photos she'd printed off of
Tara's wounds earlier that evening and threw them on the
desk. "Don't worry. When you lose them because
you're totally incompetent give us a call and we'll send
more…Come on, we're outta here," she said,
nodding the group toward the door.
Anya stormed from the
stationhouse. It took a moment for everyone to regroup,
but quickly they too stepped outside.
Cochran?" Xander asked as they walked to his car.
"You know Johnnie Cochran?"
Anya stopped and
turned around. "I don't know Johnnie Cochran."
"Am I the only
one totally confused?" he asked.
all," Willow replied.
asking me some questions," Tara began, "and I
told him that you were my lover. I guess I should have
have to lie Tara," Anya said stopping her.
"And he shouldn't have been a jerk. You were nearly
raped tonight and as cop he should be doing his job. Who
you sleep with doesn't matter."
"Back up a
second," Xander said.
"He asked Tara
some intimate questions," Anya told him, "When
Tara was honest with and told him she was a lesbian…
Let's just say he not only got less helpful, but more
"When he started
giving her a difficult time, I stepped away so he
couldn't hear and called Giles. Then I reprogrammed the
name in the phone. When he called he got Johnnie
Cochran's 'British' butler…As you all saw, it
"And where did
you get that idea?" Xander asked in amazement.
Day Off," Anya answered. "Remember when he
snuck his girlfriend out of school by using the
telephone? Same principal basically. Bodily harm doesn't
instill fear in people any more. Lawyers do."
"And yet again
pop culture comes to the rescue," Xander grinned.
"I'm really proud of you," he added sincerely.
"Yeah, it was a
quick thinking plan. I'm on a roll tonight."
"Not just the
plan," Xander answered. "For sticking up for
my best friend's girl and not backing down. I'm very
proud of you Anya."
"Well your best
friend or not, I consider Tara a friend and that 'cop' a
total jackass." She gave a heavy sigh, looking to
Willow and Tara. "I gotta be honest. I don't think
I could be gay if I had to put up with that kind of
stuff on a regular basis. Well, that and the 'I like
men' part, which I mentioned inside."
Willow took a step
closer. "Thank you Anya. I really mean that."
"You just keep
being gay and staying away from Xander's lips and that
will be thanks enough." She looked serious at
first, but cracked a tiny grin that Willow reciprocated.
"Why don't we take you two home so you can wait for
Buffy and Spike?"
"Sounds like a
plan," Xander agreed as they all began walking
Willow and Tara
followed behind, hand in hand. "I still think I
shouldn't have told him," Tara said softly.
not the only proud lover here tonight," Willow
replied. "I'm glad you were honest about us. Like
she said, it wouldn't have mattered to a 'real cop'.
Besides being honest is what will make things better in
the end. It will take time sure, but someday it won't
matter who you tell."
"Think it will
ever happen in our lifetime?" she asked.
know…All I do know is we can't stop being honest. We
shouldn't 'hide out', especially when it comes to
important stuff like this."
Tara tightened her
hold on Willow's hand. "You're absolutely
it," the blonde grinned.
home," Willow said returning the grin. "I'll
make you some good ole fashioned comfort food."
with the little stars?"
"If that's what
my Baby wants, then that's what my Baby gets."
Willow was pouring the
ladle of soup into the bowl when Buffy walked into the
Willow asked hopefully.
"The spell took
us to an apartment building of all places," Buffy
answered. "I figure Spike scared the living
daylights out of them and they called it a night. We're
gonna stake it out tomorrow …But don’t worry we'll
get 'em. Just a matter of time…How'd it go at the
Anya threatened a lawsuit. An APB was put out."
"The cop started
giving Tara a hard time when he found out she was a
lesbian. Anya threatened to sic Johnnie Cochran on 'em.
Only then did he issue an APB. So if you don't find
them, maybe the police will."
They both looked at
each other before snorting, "Yeah right,"
which soon turned into a round of giggles.
"Nice to see we
both have such faith in the SDPD," Willow grinned.
"Well, you seem
in better spirits now."
"I am…I mean,
I've still got issues. Not any more than I ever had
before…Just a bit intensified after tonight. Anya said
that she didn't think she could be gay if she had to put
up with the stuff that happened with Tara tonight."
"What about you?
Can you put up with it, Will?"
put up with anything. She's worth it. She's my
"I've gotta admit, I'm envious of you
"You mean you're
jealous of people shouting dyke comments at you as you
walk down the street holding hands with your
girlfriend?" Willow grinned. "It's not as
appealing as it sounds."
"Not often, but
sometimes… More often, it's just the 'look'."
"Yeah, like the
one you had when I came out about Tara," Willow
teased. "That 'Oh my God! There's one of those
lesbians I read about! They really do exist' look."
wasn't that bad, was it?" Buffy chuckled.
Willow just raised her
"It was just a
surprise more than anything," Buffy said holding up
her hands in front of her. "You never mentioned you
could fall for a girl. All you ever wanted was Xander
and then Oz so…you threw me for a loop… But I will
say in my defense, I recovered rather quickly and took
you in with open arms…well…not too open," Buffy
teased. "You already had Tara after all."
"Yeah, you have...It's like I told Xander tonight.
You've all been mega-supportive. Sometimes I think about
what you told Tara's dad when he wanted to take her away
- 'You gotta come through me', 'We're family'…I still
hear that argument in my mind and each time I smile when
I think about how you stuck up for her – everybody
actually. It means a lot Buffy. To both of us…But not
everyone is that supportive…Like tonight proves,
sometimes their down right vicious."
"How do you
Willow grinned. She
knew the answer immediately. "I look over and see
the reason why they're shouting and she's what keeps me
going. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names
will never hurt me."
Buffy watched as
Willow turned around to get a spoon. "Why am I not
convinced that's true?"
not. It does still hurt, but you know…I've got years
of practice when it comes to people picking on me. So
does Tara…Junior High and High School were good
preppers." Willow grinned.
"I didn't know
people hassled you, Will. I mean, about Tara. You've
never told me that before."
"Never had a
reason to, I guess. But it's okay. I mean it's not okay
because they're mindless bigots, but…I've got
something they'll never have…Tara…And that makes it
"That's what I
Willow cocked her head
Tara…I wish I had that connection with someone.
Something to make me feel alive. Something worth getting
up in the morning for."
us," Willow told her.
"I do…and I'm
grateful. I am…but it's not the same…You know?"
know…You will someday, Buffy. I'm sure of it."
Buffy shrugged and
looked in the bowl. "Tara soup," she said.
"Yeah, her favorite."
"Better get it up
to her before it gets cold," Buffy answered.
Willow picked up the
serving tray. "Thanks for everything tonight,
Buffy…I know I gave you a hard time earlier,
Say no more." She grinned. "Go on. I'll see ya
in the morning."
Buffy watched as
Willow carried the tray out of the kitchen and said
goodnight to Giles in the living room. She really was
envious of their love and she knew if anyone could make
it through the onslaught, it was her Wiccans.
stars comin' through."
Willow carefully slid
through the cracked door of their bedroom with the tray
balanced in her hands. Tara was sitting up in bed, her
black silk chemise on, reading a book. She put it down
on the nightstand and grinned as Willow came over,
resting the tray on the bed.
Willow loved that
chemise. She remembered the first night Tara wore it.
Needless to say it didn't stay on for long afterward,
but it was fun while it lasted. That night Tara's head,
elbow and knee wasn't bandaged up. But Tara looked just
as beautiful now and Willow could honestly say she loved
her even more than she did back then. It scared her from
time to time. Just when she'd think she couldn't love
Tara anymore than she already did, the blonde would say
or do something that made her heart overflow. And
although just as beautiful and more in love than that
first night, it wasn't the same…It might not ever be
Willow walked over to
her dresser and grabbed a t-shirt and boxers. She
dressed with her back turned to Tara. Why she did it,
she wasn't quite sure. She'd never had any trouble
dressing or undressing in front of her before but
tonight was different. She felt naked, exposed. It
bothered her but she didn't want it to show. When she
turned around and saw Tara watching her, analyzing her,
she realized she failed. And she wasn't about to make
she said softly.
"You promised not
to hide from me."
"I know. It's
Tara watched as Willow
closed the distance between them and came to sit on the
edge of the bed by her feet. Tara moved, taking Willow's
hands in hers. They just sat in silence, tracing absent
patterns on each other's hands.
"I know you're
scared," Tara said shattering the silence between
them. "And I know you're angry. But I'm begging you
here," Tara continued as she suddenly started to
sob, unable to hold back. "Don’t give up on
loving me. Don't let them win."
Willow began to cry
too and she raised Tara's hands to her lips, kissing
each one. She gently pulled the blonde against her and
nuzzled into her hair.
"I won't give up.
I'll never give up. I love you sooo much."
She felt Tara tighten
her grip, her fingers working their way into her hair.
"I love you too,
Willow recognized the
huskiness of Tara's reply and felt the light nip on her
earlobe. Slowly, Willow disengaged herself.
tonight," Willow told her in a firm voice.
"You're not in any shape-."
Before she could
finish the sentence Willow felt Tara's lips descend upon
hers with a passion that left no room for questioning.
Yet still, Willow pulled back again and shook her head.
"I don't want to
hurt you, Tara."
The blonde released
her and looked into her lap, not meeting her lover's
eyes. "It's already starting, isn't it?"
said shaking her head. Oh God no! How could she think
that? She raised Tara's face with two fingertips
under her chin. "Believe me, I'm not. I just…I'm
afraid I might get carried away and hurt you. You've had
a hard enough time as it is and-."
"Then kiss and
make it better," Tara told her. Willow watched
helpless as tears threatened to spill from Tara's eyes.
"I'm scared too, Will. I'm afraid…I'm afraid of
what will happen to us…to me."
Willow cupped Tara's
face with her hand as her thumb stroked Tara's cheek.
"I'm worried. I'm
scared that if we go to bed tonight and we don't make
love…it might not happen for a really long time…You
say you want to help. You say you want to be supportive.
Then what I need most in the world right now is to feel
that you still want me."
always want you."
"Then show me.
Willow opened her
mouth to protest again, but Tara took Willow's hand and
led it slowly across her thigh. Tara closed her eyes and
soaked up the feel of her lover's fingers moving back
and forth on her bare skin. She could feel the flow
through Willow that went from scared to calm to arousal.
When the redhead's fingers gripped the skin just
slightly tighter Tara couldn't contain her moan.
sighed, soaking up the affection. She opened her eyes
and gave Willow a seductive grin that always melted her.
"Nothing like Willowhand."
No more arguments. The
redhead was a goner and had to oblige.
"That's okay. My
underneath Tara before snuggling closer.
I hurt you?"
"My lips are a
little sore, but other than that…I'm fine."
lips?" Willow teased. She felt the light slap to
her arm and had to chuckle.
"All of them. But
I’m not complaining." Tara grinned and nuzzled
her head further into the nape of Willow's neck and gave
a contented sigh. "Thank you for this," she
added softly. "Thank you for not giving up."
"I've told you,
Tara. You're my everything. And we'll stick it out.
We're strong. Like amazons, remember?"
"I remember. You
just remember it too," Tara warned, poking Willow's
tummy, which earned her a soft chuckle. "You know
you don't look like him, but you sure sound like the
Pillsbury Doughboy when I do this." She poked
Willow again for good measure and got the same reaction.
Willow replied, playfully swatting her hand away.
"This is grounds for a tickle fight and I can't
return fire tonight."
conceded. "I'll behave…a little."
Willow gave a lazy
stretch and began to slide away from her lover, moving
to her feet.
going?" Tara asked.
"I have soup to
re-heat," she answered.
soup," Tara grinned. "I had something much
It didn't matter how
long they were together or how many different 'ideas' of
Tara's they tried in the bedroom, she could still make
the redhead blush from time to time.
you," Willow answered as she slipped her clothes
back on quickly. "But a promise is a promise and I
promised soup. Besides you haven't eaten tonight-no
comments please," she added quickly, knowing where
Tara would steer the conversation.
Tara erupted into a
fit of laughter. "I didn't say anything."
"No, but you
would. I know how your dirty mind thinks," Willow
said leaning over her.
"You like my
dirty mind and you know it," Tara retorted
"You're wrong. I
love your dirty mind," Willow countered, placing a
quick kiss on Tara's nose before going over to the other
side of the bed and picking the tray up from the floor
where they set it.
Tara cuddled back
under the sheets and looked at Willow. It was a mixture
of devotion and love; lust and desire. Once more Tara
managed to weed herself deeper under Willow's skin with
just a glance. No one ever had the power to make her
feel so special.
Tara said softly.
Willow knew it went
much deeper than reheated soup and she gave a smile. She
thought back to her conversation with Buffy earlier.
About the hurtful remarks, the disapproving stares, the
lack of acceptance from others…
it." She grinned.
Affirmed in the fact
they would go on, Willow left the room. Neither woman
knew what they did to deserve the gift of one another,
but instead of dwelling on it, they were both grateful
for what they found…bigots be damned.