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Chapter 4

The Scooby gang, including its two newest members, Tara and Jordan, sat at the research table in the Magic Box surrounded by books. They were still trying to determine exactly what evil was about to strike. There had been on news from Giles or the Council.

Jordan was learning more, everyday, about the elder Scoobies. Tara, on the other hand, was finally hearing first hand accounts of the events she had only read about in journals.

“So, Buffy’s the Slayer. Willow is a bad-ass witch and Anya is a thousand year old ex-demon,” the teen recounted. “What is it you do?” she asked Xander.

He looked up from his book and said seriously, “I go for snacks and caffinated beverages.”

The young Slayer laughed at the construction worker.

“Hey, don’t laugh. You’ve never seen the Espresso Pump at lunch time,” he mocked. “It’s a completely different kind of Hell dimension.”

“Xander’s seen plenty of action,” Buffy defended her friend. “His services are valuable.”

“Yeah, when Giles left we needed someone to be the one who gets knocked unconscious,” Willow teased her life long friend.

“Go ahead, mock me,” he said.

“She just did, sweetie.” Anya patted his shoulders as she crossed the room, heading to the cash register to help a customer.

“Hey, remember when the Toth demon made two Xander’s and he thought his other self was trying to hypnotize us and take over his life?” Buffy asked Willow.

“I remember,” Anya interrupted, returning to the table. “Willow put them back together, before I could have sex with the other Xander.”

“Anya!” Xander shot an embarrassed look toward the young Slayer.

“Go on,” Jordan said amused.

“Besides, I’m not always the Stooge,” he said.

“Hyena’s, Praying Mantis lady, Mummy girl and Dracula,” Willow said without looking up from her book.

Buffy let out a little snicker.

“I seem to remember a certain evil vampire self, with a dominatrix fetish, Willow,” she said the hackers name pointedly.

Willow looked up sheepishly from her book.

“Oooh, I want to hear this one,” Jordan piped up.

“Me too,” Tara added.

“Ah, no.” Willow’s tone closed the discussion.

“He got you there, Will,” Buffy said with a slight grin.

“Buffybot!” Willow shot a look at her friend.

“Moving right along,” Buffy picked up her book to continue reading.

Tara watched the easy banter among the dear friends. Her immediate thought was how did these people ever manage to save the world so many times over. She smiled to herself. Realistically, she knew it was Buffy’s friends who had helped her to survive for so long. No other Slayer worked with such a dedicated family. She was thankful to see them take Jordan in and she hoped that her Slayer would be as lucky.

“Buffy, tell Jordan about the times you’ve died,” Anya said.

Even after ten years, Anya didn’t always quite get the human thing. The room fell silent. All eyes moved to the young Slayer.

“Excuse me,” the teen got up and walked toward the training room.

Tara got up to follow, but Buffy said, “No, let me.” She followed after the young girl.

Anya looked around at the remaining occupants of the table. “Sorry,” she said sincerely.

Inside the training room, Jordan threw a few heartless strikes at the punching bag.

“Want to talk about it?” Buffy asked, hopping up to sit on top of the horse.

After a few moments of silence, Jordan asked awkwardly, “Did it hurt…you know…to die?”

“It’s not on my list of big fun things to do for you summer vacation,” the senior Slayer tried to lighten the mood.

“I didn’t know I was gonna have to think about this…at sixteen.” The teen looked down at her shoes.

“I know.”

The girl looked back up at Buffy and asked, “Didn’t you ever just want to walk away?”

“I did,” Buffy answered truthfully. “I can’t tell you how many times I quit or just plain wanted to give up. I wanted to be like everyone else…but I wasn’t. And neither are you.”

“What made you come back?”

“Back from quitting or back from the dead, cause those are two different things,” Buffy joked.

Jordan gave a slight laugh.

“I came back because my friends needed me. Because the work I do,” Buffy stopped and corrected herself, “the work we do, is essential.”

“Do you still get scared?” the teen asked.

“All the time,” she nodded. “Just remember, you don’t have to do it all along.”

The teen let out a little sigh. “Thanks, Buffy.”

“Anytime.” The Slayer jumped down off the horse. “What do you say, you and I go kill us some nasties?”

“I’m with you,” the young girl smiled, as both Slayers headed through the Magic Box and into the night.

*****

Tara was sitting up against the headboard in bed. Her legs were pulled up and bent at the knee. A white cotton sheet covered her naked body. She held a thin journal against her knees, which she was attempting to read.

The reading process would have been much easier if she hadn’t been completely distracted. Willow’s naked body was lying on top of the sheets. She was lying on her tummy, facing the end of the bed, feverishly typing on her laptop. They were supposed to be researching the coming prophecy, but Tara was having a better time admiring the view.

It had only been a half hour since they had made love. Both agreed they would spend at least the next hour researching, since they had blown it off last night, to also make love.

Tara tore her eyes away from Willow’s shapely ass and turned the page of her book. She read the next paragraph and then, she read it again. She reached over and pulled her notes off of the nightstand.

“Willow, I think I found something,” she said.

The hacker stopped typing and looked over her shoulder. “Whatcha’ got, baby?”

“This journal talks about a group of three demons, who tried to open the Hellmouth on the Kamchatka Peninsula in Russia,” she explained.

Willow sat up and moved up to the head of the bed. “What journal is that?” Tara flipped the cover closed. “The Arkadevich Manifesto,” Willow read.

“He was a Russian Watcher in the early 1900’s. It says the demons were called the Order of Oreteh.”

“Hmmm. Doesn’t ring a bell, but let me send Giles an e-mail, so he can work on it from his end.” She pulled her laptop up and sent the e-mail.

Tara read her notes again. “The coming prophecy says a hundred years shall pass and the three shall try again.”

“When did this happen in Russia?” Willow asked.

“March 1907.”

“Looks like a good place to start.” Willow took the book from the blonde’s hands and flipped it open. “Is this in Russian?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“You speak Russian?” Willow asked surprised.

“I speak four languages, actually,” Tara said modestly. “Five, I guess, if you include English.”

“Wow!” Willow was impressed. “Which ones?”

“French, Russian, Latin and Sumerian,” the blonde listed. “My father tried to teach me Gaelic, but I never really caught on.”

Willow put the journal on the nightstand. She ran her fingers along the top of the sheet, that was just barely covering the blonde’s ample bosom.

“Say something in Russian,” she said in a sultry voice, still eyeing her lover’s cleavage.

Tara leaned forward and whispered in the hacker’s ear, “Kremlin.”

Willow looked up at the smiling blonde. “Funny. Say something sexy.”

“Ya lyublyu tebya/vas.”

Willow felt a flash of heat run through her body and settle between her legs. “What did you say?” she asked wide-eyed.

“I love you,” Tara replied, running her finger from Willow’s brown, down her cheek and across her chin.

Willow reached up and removed the librarian’s glasses and carefully placed them on the nightstand. She captured the blonde’s lips in a fiery kiss, while pulling the sheet off of Tara’s body. Tara stretched out on the bed, with Willow on top of her. The redhead seized Tara’s mouth again. The kiss deepened, as Willow’s tongue completely explored the burning recess of her lover’s mouth.

Breathlessly, Willow pulled back to stare into darkening blue eyes. When she found her voice she said, “That’s, I love you in Willowtongue. A language I happen to speak fluently.”

“Mmmm, more lessons, please.” Tara purred, pulling the hacker’s mouth back against her own.”

*****

The platinum-haired vampire skulked about the seedy nightclub. He took a long drag on his cigarette, then flicked the butt to the floor. He was getting bored with L.A. The busy streets and non-stop nightlife did not suit him. Plus, there wasn’t a decent crypt in the whole damn city.

Sunnydale was the only place that ever felt like home. Even more so than his native England. He despised his homeland. It reminded him of the weak, pathetic mortal that he used to be. When Drusilla changed him, he vowed to never let anyone make him feel that way again. Until five years ago, no one had.

He couldn’t return to Sunnydale, because she was there. The one who had once again reduced him to worthlessness. He had tried to hurt her. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted her to feel as badly as he did, when she rejected him.

He was different now. The last year had changed him. It would be easy to go back now and claim what he wanted, but he stayed away, Even he didn’t know why. He supposed if he stopped to think about it, there would be nothing to keep him away. Yet, here he sat, in this dank, hole in the wall club.

He decided to call it a night, when he caught a glimpse of a familiar raven-haired beauty. He hadn’t seen her in years. Not since Sunnydale. They didn’t travel in the same social circle anymore. She hadn’t forgiven him for choosing the Slayer over herself.

She sensed him immediately. The blue-eyed demon met his gaze across the room. He pushed his way through the crowded club and stood before the woman who had changed him forever.

“Spike, darling,” she cooed.

“Hello, Dru.”

“Last time I saw you, you were as domesticated as Angel,” she ran a sharp fingernail across his chiseled cheekbone. “Playing lap dog to the Slayer,” she added.

“Things change, pet,” he said simply.

“Do they now,” she said doubtfully.

“I’ll show you.”

He took her slender arm and pulled her out the back exit, into the darkened alley. “Wait here.” He walked to the street and returned a few minutes later. His hand was tightly clamped over the mouth of a terrified blond woman. He stood the frightened girl directly in front of Drusilla and put his game face on. His razor-like fangs pierced the girl’s throat and in seconds he drained her life-blood completely. Drusilla watched in delight, as he dropped the lifeless body to his feet.

“Goody, goody,” she said, clapping her hands together lightly.

“That’s right, luv. Spikey had his little operation reversed. Big bad is back.” He shook his head slightly and returned his face to his less frightening features. “So, what have you been up to, pet?”

“I’ve drawn the blood of another Slayer, dearie.”

“Buffy?” he asked surprised.

“No, the other one,” she cradled his face in her cold hands.

“Ah, the jailbird. I bet that twisted Angel’s knickers in a knot,” he laughed. “So, my little sweetbreads, looks like we’re all evened up at two Slayers a piece.”

“Shall we go for a tie breaker, luv?” she asked.

“Home, sweet, home,” he smiled.

*****

Jordan sat in Tara’s office playing with a loaded crossbow. The cabinet on the right wall, which Tara usually kept locked, now sat partially opened. Inside were a variety of weapons, including a mace, a cudgel, three daggers, a sword and several stakes.

As the sun had already set, Tara wasn’t worried about anyone walking in to the office. The faculty would have left hours ago, to make it home safely, before dark.

“Please be careful with that,” Tara pointed to the crossbow.

“This is great,” Jordan said excitedly. “When do I get to use this on patrol?”

“When I’m sure you won’t shoot one of us or yourself with it.” Tara pointed the weapon away from her chest, toward the vacant wall.

“Dr. Maclay,” the Principal called from beyond the office door, out in the Library.

“Oh shit,” Tara muttered under her breath. She reached over to slam the cabinet door closed. She didn’t have time to put the crossbow away, before the Principal stood in her office doorway.

“I thought you were still here,” Principal Lewis said. “I wanted to drop off these requisitions.” The Principal looked at Jordan. “Is that a….crossbow?”

Jordan sat mutely, not sure what to do.

“Uh…yes,” Tara said nervously. “Jordan is…um…she’s um…researching for a History paper on…medieval weaponry.”

Jordan nodded her head silently.

“Alright, but be careful,” the Principal advised, giving Tara a suspicious look.

Jordan nodded again.

“Have a nice evening, Dr. Maclay.” She turned and left.

“Thank you. You too, Principal Lewis,” she called after her. Tara breathed a sigh of relief. “That was close.”

“Where’s Willow tonight?” Jordan asked.

“She’s in the computer lab. Mr. Giles sent her some information on the Order of Oreteh. She’s printing it out and bringing it over.”

“So you two are…together, huh?” the young Slayer asked.

Tara frowned slightly, surprised by the question. Her relationship with Willow had never been a secret to Jordan. They hadn’t discussed it, but Tara was openly affectionate with Willow, holding hands and such. Tara sat down, opposite Jordan, with one leg tucked up under her.

“Yes, we are,” she answered honestly. “Does that…bother you?”

“No,” the teen added hastily. “No, not at all. I think you guys are great together. Willow’s really cool and so are you. It’s just…new.”

“Lots of new things lately, huh?” Tara thought she understood.

“Yeah,” the young girl nodded.

“We can talk about anything, you know,” Tara offered. “That’s what I’m here for. And, you know, Willow or Buffy will listen, too.”

“I know. I’m okay, really,” she stated firmly. “I’m just a little nervous about this Oreteh, thing.”

“We’ll figure it out. Don’t worry,” Tara comforted her.

“I gotta go meet Buffy for patrol,” the teen stood to go.

“Jordan,” Tara paused. “The crossbow.” She held out her hand for the weapon. The teen reluctantly handed it over. “Be careful,” her Watcher instructed.

“I will.”

Willow entered the Library as Jordan was leaving. Tara heard their exchange of goodnights and came out of her office, with the crossbow still in hand.

“Did you get it?’ she asked Willow.

“Yeah,” Willow waved the papers in her hand. “There are some really interesting things here.”

The Library door opened. Tara looked beyond Willow, while Willow turned her head to see who had come in.

“Hello, Red,” the formerly chipped vampire said.

“Spike,” Willow’s mouth hung open.

Tara recognized the name and raised the crossbow.

“Gonna shoot me there, blondie?” he asked.

Willow turned around and said, “No, Tara, it’s alright. He doesn’t bite.”

Willow say the look of horror flash across Tara’s face an instant before she felt Spike grab her from behind. She felt the fangs pierce her throat. “No,” she said, reaching for Tara.

With Willow in the way, there was no hope for a direct hit to the heart. Tara’s only option was to fire and hope that the arrow would cause Spike to recoil from Willow. She aimed the crossbow and took her shot, piercing him in the shoulder.

Spike jumped back releasing Willow, who stumbled forward, weak and light-headed. The vampire clutched at the arrow, deeply embedded in his shoulder. “Bloody hell. You bitch,” he snarled.

Not missing a beat, Tara charged. Will all her strength, she bashed Spike in the face with the weapon. As he fell to the ground, Tara grabbed Willow and fled out of the Library.

“Come on, baby, hold on,” Tara prayed, clutching her lover by the shoulders and practically carrying her down the corridor.

Willow, still dazed, held a hand against the puncture marks on her neck. “He bit me. His chip is broken,” she said softly.

Tara could hear the vampire coming down the corridor. He was gaining on them. She saw the Faculty Lounge and dragged Willow inside, locking the door. Tara knew the door wouldn’t hold against the strength of the vampire. She ran to the other side of the soda machine, beside the door and began to push. She couldn’t budge the heavy machine.

“Willow, I need your help,” she cried to her stunned lover.

Willow responded to her girls cry for help. She moved over, beside the blonde and tried to push. “Too heavy,” she gasped.

Willow fell to the floor, exhausted, in front of the machine. Tara sat down beside her. Tara could see Willow was concentrating on the machine. After a second, the machine started to rattle and shake, but did not move. Normally, this would have been an easy spell for Willow, but in her weakened condition, she couldn’t harness enough energy.

Tara understood what Willow was trying to do. “Take my hand, baby,” she said to Willow. The lovers interlaced fingers. Pressing their palms together, they both looked at the soda machine. It instantly flew across the floor and landed solidly against the door.

Spike pounded against the door, but it would not budge. He was irritated that his plan had been thwarted. He knew killing the redhead would destroy Buffy. With the pain in his shoulder increasing, he decided that what he had done would also send an adequate message to the Slayer.

“Alright, Red,” he shouted through the door. “You give the Slayer my regards. Tell her I’ll be seeing her soon.” He strutted away from the door and out of the school.

Inside the room, Tara was cradling a paling Willow in her arms. She whispered words of love in her ear, as tears fell freely down her cheeks. “Hang on, sweetie. I’m gonna get you some help. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Tara,” the redhead whispered, before she went limp in Tara’s arms.

Chapter 5

Buffy and Jordan came bounding through the Emergency Room doors. When they returned from patrol, they found an urgent message, from Xander, telling them to come to the hospital. Xander didn’t leave any details, so they still didn’t know who was hurt or what had happened.

Inside the waiting room, they found Xander and Anya comforting a grief-stricken Tara. The blonde was leaning forward, in her chair, holding her head in her hands.

“What happened?” Buffy asked urgently.

“It’s Willow. She was bitten. By Spike,” Xander spat the vampires name out with disgust.

“What? Spike? How? Is she alright?” The series of questions flowed from the Slayer’s mouth in succession.

“Who’s Spike?” the younger Slayer asked.

Buffy kneeled in front of the Watcher. “Tara, what happened?” she asked softly.

The blonde looked up with fresh tears in her eyes. “We were in the Library. He came in. She said he couldn’t hurt her. Then, he attacked. I shot him, but he had already bitten her. We got away and then, she passed out.”

“How is she?” Buffy asked.

Tara shook her head. “The doctor hasn’t come back, yet.”

“You killed him, right?” Jordan asked.

“I couldn’t get a clear shot,” Tara said to the teen. “I only hit him in the shoulder.” She looked back at Buffy. “He said he was coming after you.”

“Not if we find him first,” Xander said enraged.

“Xander, please,” Anya begged. “If his chip is broken, then he’s very dangerous.”

“Where do you think he is now?” Jordan asked Xander.

“He’d probably go back to his old crypt,” Xander reasoned. “The one Clem is staying in.”

“So, we go get him,” Jordan stated eagerly.

“I like this kid,” Xander pointed his finger at the young Slayer.

“Whoa, take it easy there, Terminator,” Buffy said.

“No! He hurt Willow, so he needs to die,” the teen said simply.

Just then the doctor walked up to the group of young adults. Tara jumped up and eagerly asked. “How is she?” The four others Scoobies anxiously awaited his answer.

“She’s stable, but still unconscious,” the doctor said. “She lost a lot of blood. What exactly happened to her?”

“She fell on a pair of pruning shears,” Xander offered the lie. “Trimming the hedges.”

“At night,” the doctor said skeptically.

“Doctor, is she going to be okay?” Tara asked worried.

“She’ll be out of it for a little while, but she should be fine to leave tomorrow,” he said.

“May I see her?” Tara asked anxiously.

“Is she your sister?” he asked.

“She’s my everything!” Tara answered whole-heartedly.

“She’s in room 117,” he informed them. The gang all got up to head in that direction. “Not all of you, please,” he advised.

“Tara and Buffy, you should go,” Xander said. “We’ll wait here.”

Tara opened the hospital room door and entered into the room. She let out a tiny gasp when she saw how frail her lover locked, hooked up to an I.V. and monitor. A sterile bandage covered the angry wound on her neck. Tara slipped her hand into her lover’s and squeezed gently. She leaned over the bed and lightly kissed the hacker’s forehead.

“I’m here, sweetie,” she whispered softly into her girl’s ear. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

Buffy stood on the other side of the bed. The sight of her best friend in her weakened condition enraged the Slayer.

Tara watched Willow’s chest rise and fall. She ran her thumb over the knuckles of the hand, held within her own. She gently stroked her lover’s brow and ran her fingers through the silky red hair, spread across the hospital pillow.

She felt guilty for not having been able to do more for her girl. If she had only reacted quicker, she may have been able to prevent the attack. She didn’t want to take the risk of shooting and possibly hitting Willow. Her heart was breaking to see her lover in such distress.

“Buffy,” she said quietly. “Will you stay with her?”

“What? Where are you going?” The Slayer asked surprised.

She gently extracted her hand from Willow’s then, looked the Slayer in the eye. “To kill a vampire,” she said bitterly.

“Oh no,” Buffy shook her head, “He’s my problem. I’ll take care of this.”

“You don’t exactly have the best track record for killing vampires that you’ve been involved with, before they hurt or kill your friends,” the Watcher stated bluntly.

Buffy’s eyes narrowed and she felt her temper flare. She took a calming breath. “I’ll let that remark slide, since you’re obviously upset.”

The blonde continued to stand her ground, albeit silently.

“I’m not going to debate you on whether or not Willow would be here, if I had staked him sooner. Willow knows the kind of danger she’s in everyday.” Buffy said with a controlled anger. “But I will tell you, he’s now crossed a line and he’s going to die.”

Xander bolted through the door, with Anya closely behind. The two glaring women turned their attention to the couple.

Xander caught his breath and said, “Buffy, Jordan took off. She’s going after Spike.”

“What?” Tara asked.

“Damn it!” Buffy cursed. “Why didn’t you stop her?”

“Hello, tried. Slayer strength, remember,” he explained.

“I’ll go get her. The rest of you, stay here,” Buffy instructed. She looked at her friend,
lying in the hospital bed then, moved toward the door.

“Buffy,” the Watcher looked over her shoulder to the Slayer who stopped and returned her gaze. “Be careful.” Buffy nodded her understanding and left the room.

*****

Jordan stopped by the Library on her way to the crypt, for weapons. When she entered the Library, she saw the crossbow, discarded on the floor, from where Tara had hit Spike with it. Jordan picked it up and went into the Watcher’s office. She reloaded the bow, from the still unlocked cabinet and grabbed a stake.

Jordan crept silently through the cemetery. She had met Clem, during one of her nightly patrols, with Buffy, so she knew where his crypt was located.

“Awfully late for one so young to be lurking about.”

The voice from behind startled the teen. She whirled around to find herself face to face with the platinum-haired vampire.

“And such a pretty thing, too,” he added when he saw her face.

The young Slayer noticed the wound on his shoulder and knew this was the demon she sought. She began to raise the crossbow.

“Now, now, little one. I don’t recommend you point that thing at me,” he said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

“Why not?” the teen asked, continuing to raise her weapon.

“Because I’ve already been shot with it, once tonight. I don’t fancy another go,” he said.

“Not a very good reason,” the youth responded.

“Well, then, I’m sure the lady behind you can give you a better one,” he smiled wickedly.

As the young Slayer whipped around, Drusilla grabbed the crossbow and ripped it from Jordan’s hands. She held the weapon in her one hand and gripped the teen by the throat with her other. Drusilla extended her arm and rose the youth a few inches off the ground.

“This one’s not afraid to play, is she luv?” the crazy vampire asked Spike.

“Looks like she’s been hanging out with the Slayer and her pals,” he said.

“I am the Slayer,” the teen spit out as she gasped and continued to wiggle in the vampire’s cold, tight grasp.

“Well now, isn’t that just neat,” Spike smiled. “Looks like they’ll be one for each of us, pet. Tell us little one, where’s your mentor?”

“Right here,” Buffy said, sprinting towards the trio. She launched herself, feet first, landing a kick to the arm Drusilla had gripped around Jordan’s neck. The lady vampire dropped the teen, who slumped to the ground. Recovering quickly, Drusilla fired the crossbow. The arrow pierced the teen’s left thigh. Jordan cried out in pain. Buffy landed on her feet and quickly pulled the teen safely behind her.

“Slayer, how nice of you to drop by,” Spike taunted. “How’s Red? Hanging on is she? She always was one tough little bird. So, how’ve you been?”

“I’m gonna kill you, Spike,” Buffy promised.

“Doesn’t look like your little protégé there is gonna be able to help you with that,” he pointed to the injured Slayer.

Jordan was on her feet, but favoring her left leg. The arrowhead had gone clean through, close to the outer edge of her thigh, but was going to need to be pulled out.

Jordan wasn’t in any shape to fight. Buffy knew she couldn’t handle both Spike and Drusilla and protect Jordan as well. Reluctantly, she decided to back off.

“This isn’t over,” she vowed, before scooping the teen in her arms and retreating.

“Right then,” Spike called after her. “Thanks for dropping by.”

*****

Tara continued to sit vigil at her lover’s side. Anya and Xander went home to their boys about a half hour earlier.

“Honey, I need you to open your eyes,” she said softly. “Please, baby, I need you to be okay. I love you, so much.” She leaned over and kissed Willow’s cheek.

Buffy had quietly entered the room. She didn’t want to disturb the moment, but thought she should let her presence by known. She cleared her throat.

“Did you find her?” the Watcher asked without turning around.

Buffy walked over to the other side of the bed and faced the blonde. “Yeah,” she said. Buffy ran her hand up and down her best friend’s arm. “How is she?” she asked.

“No change,” Tara answered simply.

“Jordan was hurt,” Buffy said.

“Oh God,” Tara couldn’t take much more tonight.

“She’s okay,” Buffy reassured the Watcher. “I patched her up. With her Slayer healing, she should be fine tomorrow.”

Tara knew this is what she would have to deal with. The very real possibility that her Slayer would be killed in action. The Council had always warned the Watcher’s not to get too close to their Slayers. Tara didn’t know how that was possible. Jordan’s acceptance of her destiny and her determination to fight the good fight, amazed Tara. In just a few short months, the Scoobies had taken them in and made them a part of their family. Not just because Tara was a Watcher or because she was Willow’s girlfriend and not just because Jordan was a Slayer. They did it because they all believed in the same things. They fought to protect the world and it was their bond that made them strong.

“Buffy, I’m sorry,” Tara said sincerely. “I shouldn’t have said what I did.”

The Slayer looked into her blue eyes.” If you were trying to piss me off, it worked,” she admitted.

“I shouldn’t have judged you. I can’t know what you went through,” she said truthfully. “I can’t even control my own Slayer.”

“Hey, she made a mistake. I didn’t always listen to my Watcher, either,” Buffy admitted. “Her emotions give her fire and power and that’s good. She just needs to remember to have a plan, as well.”

Buffy observed the blonde quietly for a short time. She never stopped tending to her girlfriend with gentle touches and caresses. From the first day Buffy and Willow met, Willow had always been there for Buffy. The redhead had put her life in danger, everyday, to help her friend. She did it willingly and whole-heartedly. Willow had always given so much, asking for so little in return. It made Buffy happy to see someone finally taking care of her. Showing Willow as much love as she had always shown everyone else.

“I’m glad she had you, Tara,” Buffy said serenely. “She deserves to be loved.”

A few soft tears fell from the blonde’s blue eyes onto the hacker’s hand.

“Hmmm, is it raining in here? I feel raindrops,” the redhead said groggily. She opened her eyes and smiled slightly at her lover. “Hey, baby.”

“Hi sweetheart,” the blonde smiled hugely and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

“How are you doing, Will?” Buffy asked.

The redhead shifted stiffly, sitting up a bit on the bed. “I feel like I just ran a marathon…backwards.”

Tara poured some water into a cup and held the straw to her girl’s lips, while she drank.

“Thanks,” Willow said, turning her neck some. “Spike! His chip!” she exclaimed.

“Take it easy, Will.” Buffy said. “We’ll take care of him.”

“That bastard,” Willow touched the bandage over her puncture marks. “He bit me on the same side as Harmony.”

“You’ve been bitten before?” Tara asked alarmed.

“It was no big, don’t get upset, baby.”

“I’m gonna take off,” Buffy said. “I’m on duty in a couple of hours and I’m sure Tony’s wondering where I am.” She squeezed her friend’s hand. “I’m glad you’re okay, Will.”

“Goodnight, Buffy,” the redhead said.

As the Slayer walked to the door, the Watcher followed after her. “Thank you, Buffy,” she said genuinely.

“Take care of her,” the Slayer said before leaving the room.

The blonde returned to her lover’s side and took her hand.

“You scared me, honey,” she said, holding the hand against her own lips.

“I think I scared myself,” Willow answered. “So, missy, you can do a little magick after all,” Willow continued.

“I just gave you some of my energy,” Tara said modestly.

“We make a pretty good team, huh?” the redhead smiled.

“The best,” Tara smiled back. “I’m gonna go find the doctor.” She leaned over and lightly kissed Willow’s lips.

“I love you, Tara.”

“I love you too, Willow.”

*****

Willow was released from the hospital the following morning. After a day of bed rest, in which the blonde Watcher waited on her hand and foot, the hacker fully recovered. Jordan’s Slayer healing kicked in and her thigh wound was mended by the next afternoon.

The following evening, the entire Scooby gang met at the Magic Box. Their agenda was to discuss the Order of Oreteh and now, the additional problem of Spike and Drusilla.

“So, not only do we have a group of demons set on opening the Hellmouth, we also have to deal with the dead Englishman and his lunatic girlfriend,” Xander summed everything up. “Just another day for us.”

“Anya, what do you know about the Order of Oreteh?” Willow asked.

“Not much,” the ex-demon admitted. “I didn’t really hang out in Russia much. Those ladies could handle their own vengeance, for the most part.”

“What do they look like?” Jordan asked.

Tara flipped through a few pages of the book in front of her, then, handed it over to Jordan.

“Oh gross.” The teen scrunched up her face in disgust at the picture of three black, scaly, cloven-footed demons, with enormous bat-like wings. The monsters had the head of a serpent, with razor sharp fangs and horns. They walked upright, and had four fingers at the end of each of their two arms.

“Can they fly?” the youth asked.

“Apparently,” Tara answered.

“Flying demons, that’s always fun,” Xander mused.

“So, we know they want to open the Hellmouth sometime this month,” Buffy stated. “How are they gonna do it?” she asked.

“Giles sent the ritual with the other information, but it’s written in some type of demon language,” Willow said. “I haven’t been able to decipher it, you know, busy being Spike’s late evening snack and all.” She rolled her eyes.

Tara rubbed her hand up and down her girlfriend’s arm and Willow smiled at the loving touch.

“We thought you might recognize it, Anya,” Tara said, handing the papers to the ex-demon.

“Oh, this is Kcender,” Anya said surprised. “They stopped teaching this in the early 1200’s. A shame really.”

“Ahn, honey, what doe sit say?” Xander asked.

“Oh, right.” She read the ritual. “New moon…blah blah…blood of the Slayer…blah blah…”

“What?” Jordan and Buffy said in unison.

“Not all of your blood, just a little bit.” She held up her fingers to indicate a small amount.

“Go on,” Buffy ordered.

As she read on, her face fell and she began to frown. “Oh my,” she exclaimed.

“What is it?” Willow asked.

“They need the mystical key,” she answered, looking at Buffy.

“Dawn,” Buffy stated.

“Who’s Dawn?” Jordan asked.

“Dawn is Buffy’s sister,” Willow explained.

“Your sister is a mystical key?” Jordan asked. “Isn’t there anyone ordinary, like Xander, in your family?”

The construction worker shot the teen a look. “So, no big deal,” Xander said. “Dawn’s not the key anymore, so there’s no way they can complete the ritual.”

“There’s more,” Anya said.

“Oh good, there’s more,” he said.

“There’s a spell here,” she explained. “It’s to restore someone’s essence.”

“They’re gonna change her back,” Buffy said, her face paling.

Anya nodded.

“Buffy, I’m sure Dawnie is fine,” Willow tried to sound upbeat. “She’s all the way across the country, at school. They probably don’t even know where to find her.”

“That’s probably why they failed the first time,” Anya said. “I’m sure those clever monks had her hidden as a wood chuck or something.”

The senior Slayer made a dash for the phone.

“Anya, have you ever seen one of these spells to restore an essence?” Tara asked.

“Once,” she answered. “This peasant woman did her own vengeance and turned her husband into a goat. She wanted my help to change him back, but I don’t do that. So, the local witch restored his essence. It worked, but she used to find him out in the yard, sometimes, eating the grass.”

Buffy returned to the table. “No answer.”

“I’m sure she’s fine, Buffy,” Willow repeated. “It’s mid-terms. She’s probably just studying in the Library.”

“I hope you’re right, Wills,” the Slayer said worried.

*****

Tara was sitting on her knees on the couch facing Willow, who was sitting forward with both feet on the floor. Tara had just finished putting fresh salve on the two puncture marks on Willow’s neck. She put the cap back on the tube of ointment and wiped her hands on a tissue. Then, she placed a small, round band-aid over each mark. When she finished, Tara kissed the patient on the lips.

“Mmmm, my regular doctor never finishes that way,” the redhead teased.

“He better not,” Tara warned.

“Oooh, jealous?”

“That’s right. Doctor Maclay has her own special brand of medicine,” the blonde ran her hands across her lover’s thighs. “Willow kisses are just for me. And, from now on, I’m the only one who gets to bite Willow neck.” Tara leaned over and nibbled on the uninjured side of Willow’s neck.

Willow ran her left hand underneath Tara’s shirt, along the soft skin of her back. The good doctor continued administering her medicine along Willow’s collarbone.

“The medicine’s working,” Willow sighed, “I feel better already.”

“I think your visit includes a complete physical exam, Dr. Rosenberg,” the blonde said sensually, while unbuttoning Willow’s blouse.

“Well, we can’t skip those all important physicals, now can we?” Willow said scooting back on the couch as Tara climbed onto her lap, with her knees straddling Willow’s hips.

Tara pulled the folds of Willow’s blouse open and ran her hands across the cotton-covered flesh of Willow’s breasts. Her mouth captured the redhead’s in a passionate kiss, while her fingers tweaked the now hardened nipples under Willow’s bra.

Willow lifted Tara’s shirt as far up as she could, until she was halted by the blonde’s arms. Her fingers found the front clasp of Tara’s bra and she released the clip. She bobbed the ample flesh in each hand, before squeezing gently and running her thumbs across the erect tips.

The blonde moaned into Willow’s mouth and deepened the kiss. Willow trapped Tara’s tongue, with her lips and teeth and sucked gently. Tara moaned again in pleasure. Willow broke the kiss and leaned forward to capture the blonde’s rosy right nipple in her mouth. Tara used the opportunity to push Willow’s blouse down her shoulders and reach behind to unhook the redhead’s bra. When Willow bit the tip of her nipple, Tara arched forward and her hands moved to the back of Willow’s head, to pull her in tighter.

“Yes, Willow,” she groaned as the wetness between her legs saturated her panties.

Willow moved to the left breast and repeated the process. Tara’s fingers just grazed the redhead’s breasts as they moved down across her taut tummy to the button of her jeans. Within seconds, the button was undone and the zipper down. The blonde cupped her lover’s mound, over her damp panties. Willow leaned against the back of the sofa and thrust her hips upward as Tara continued to rub her center.

Willow’s fingers found the button of Tara’s cargo pants. She released the button and unzipped the pants. Tara momentarily halted her ministrations to Willow’s center, so she could sit up on her knees. Willow pulled the blonde’s cargo pants, along with her panties, down to her knees. Then, Tara sat back down against her heels.

Tara moved her hand up and under the elastic of Willow’s panties. Her hand brushed past red curls and her fingers danced across the slick wetness of her lover’s outer lips. Willow’s own hand found its home below the nest of damp blonde curls.

The lover’s interlaced the fingers of their free hands and pressed their palms tightly together as they entered each other with their other fingers. Both women moaned in pleasure as they began to set a steady rhythm. Willow inserted another finger, to the delight of her lover who growled her approval.

Tara began to pump faster, as she felt the muscles within Willow tighten around her fingers. She flicked her thumb across Willow’s clit. The redhead’s hips thrust off the couch, causing her hand to push deeper inside of Tara.

“Oh yes, baby…so close,” Willow moaned.

Willow moved her own thumb over the blonde’s clit and applied pressure. Tara pushed down against the redhead’s hand and cried, “Harder, Willow.”

The hacker moved their enjoined hands against Tara’s hip, for leverage, and pushed in harder. Tara groaned her appreciation.

Both women were ready for release. With one more brush across each of their clits, they both tumbled over the edge, calling out each other’s names. As their orgasms calmed, they gently removed their fingers from within their still pulsating centers.

Tara fell forward against Willow’s chest, their still enjoined hands now held between them against each other’s heart. They laid there comfortably for many moments, enjoying the closeness.

Willow finally spoke, asking, “So, doctor, did I pass my physical?”

“One hundred percent on the physical,” the blonde smiled against Willow’s chest, then lifted her head to look into Willow’s eyes. “But, there’s still an oral exam to be taken,” Tara’s blue eyes twinkled.

The hackers own green eyes sparkled with anticipation. “Well, Doctor Maclay, I think I’m gonna need some more room for that.”

The happy couple headed for the bedroom.

*****

The serpent faced demons lounged around in their lair. They needed only one more ingredient to complete their ritual on the New Moon.

One of the demons crossed the room and stood before the dark-haired young woman tied to the chair. He removed the gag from across her mouth.

She spit out lint from the gag and shouted, “If I miss my English mid-term, my sister is so gonna kick your ass.”

Chapter 6

Willow, Tara and Xander sat reading, at the research table in the Magic Box. Anya was at the counter, with another book, while Jordan was scanning the back shelf for her desired text. The bell over the entry chimed and all eyes turned to see Buffy coming through the door.

“Hey Buffy, any word from Dawnie?” Willow asked.

Buffy tossed her police hat on the counter and said, “No, her roommate hasn’t heard from her in over twenty-four hours and she hasn’t returned any of my calls.” Buffy sat down in an empty chair at the table.

“Hey, maybe it’s not what you think,” Xander chirped. “Maybe she just took off with some guy.”

Buffy gave him a disapproving look.

“Well, maybe she isn’t even with these demons,” he continued. “Maybe she summoned another demon, like that one that made us sing and dance.” He dug himself a deeper hole.

“That was you, Xander,” Willow stated.

“Oh, right,” he said blankly and still went on. “You know, she could have made a wish to a vengeance demon, not to take any more mid-terms. Now, maybe she’s trapped in a haunted frat house at one continuous keg party.”

“Xander, shut up!” Willow said, slapping him across the upper arm.

“A vengeance demon for mid-terms,” Tara said doubtfully.

All eyes fell on Anya who just shook her head, no, while she looked both sympathetically and pitifully at her well-intentioned husband. Xander opened his mouth to speak again, but thought better, when he saw Buffy’s pained expression.

“We have to move forward, believing that this Order of Orangutans has her,” Buffy stated firmly.

“Oreteh,” Willow corrected.

“But without Buffy’s or my blood, they can’t complete the ritual, right?” Jordan asked.

“That’s true,” Tara acknowledged, “but they can still do the spell to change Dawn back into mystical energy.”

“Will, what’ve you got for me?” Buffy pleaded to her long time friend.

Willow took a deep breath. “Not much,” she shook her head slightly. “There’s a blocking spell. If I can hold it the entire time they’re doing the transformation spell, I may be able to prevent them from changing Dawnie.”

“That’s very risky,” Anya piped up.

“What risks?” Tara asked concerned.

The look Willow gave her girlfriend, told Tara the danger would be costly. She grabbed Tara’s hand and held on to it.

“If one of the demons interrupts Willow, during the blocking spell,” Anya explained, “both she and Dawn may be lost, forever.”

“No, Will, you can’t,” Tara said frightened. “We have to find another way.” Tara’s eyes pleaded with Willow to agree.

“It’s okay, baby,” Willow ran the back of her hand across Tara’s cheek. “We’ll keep looking.”

“So, we know they have to perform the ritual in the Library on the New Moon, tomorrow night,” Jordan stated. “Do we just wait to confront them there?”

“No, we have to try and find Dawn tonight,” Buffy said firmly.

“How?”

“You’re about to get your first lesson in beating up a snitch,” Buffy answered.

“Do you want us to split up and search the town?” Xander asked.

“No, it’s too dangerous,” Buffy said. “We have no idea where these monsters are, plus Spike and Drusilla are still on the loose.”

“Good point,” Willow agreed.

“Okay, here’s what we do,” Buffy directed. “Jordan will come with me. Anya and Xander, I need you to take the weapons from here and from my house and stockpile the Library. Get Tony to help you. We’ll need everything.” Anya and Xander nodded. “Tara, I need a floor plan of the Library, so we can map out where everyone should be.”

“I’ll draw up some battle plans, as well,” Tara added.

“Good,” Buffy turned to the hacker. “Will, get what you need for the blocking spell, but keep looking for an alternative.”

She looked around the room at the people she trusted the most in the world. People she knew, who would help her to rescue Dawn, no matter what the consequence.

“We’ll meet in the Library, tomorrow morning at eight o’clock,” Buffy continued. “I’ll either have Dawn and we’ll figure out a way to hide her until the New Moon passes. Or, I won’t have her and we’ll figure out how to save her.”

Willow could almost hear the desperation in the senior Slayer’s voice. She could see the despair in her eyes. It had been six years since they had dealt with a similar situation, with Glory. Willow knew the anguish the Slayer felt, made it seem just like yesterday.

“Don’t worry, Buffy, we’ll get her back,” Willow said confidently. “We always do. Don’t have another coma, cause I don’t have time to kick your mental self’s ass.”

Buffy smiled at her dear friend, who never stopped coming through for her. “Thanks, Will.” She grabbed her hat off the counter and turned to Jordan. “Come on kid, time to meet Willy.”

*****

Spike sat in his crypt, contemplating his next move. He had thoroughly enjoyed his encounter with the Slayer, who was also his former lover, the other day. He was starting to think Angeleus’ theory was right. Even if Angeleus was a great poof, it really was more fun to torment and play with Buffy, than to kill her quickly. That’s why he had attacked Red. He knew it would enrage the Slayer, but he also knew it would cause her a great deal of pain.

He wondered if there were any residual feelings from his former status with the Slayer and her palls. He was pretty sure they had all been removed, along with his chip, but there was a nagging lingering tolerance for the group of demon hunters. Except for Xander, of course. He was a total wanker, whom Spike would bite immediately, given the opportunity. In fact, Spike made a mental not to go and seek out the man, who had never treated him as anything but the heartless demon that he truly was.

Spike knew he could easily have finished the job on Red. The blondie’s arrow didn’t hurt that much, although the bash on the head had surprised him. Blondie was both strong and decisive. Had he actually let the redhead go, because a certain amount of temperance remained for the humans he had once worked alongside of? If pushed, he may even admit to a bit of respect for the group. They had foiled enough of his schemes, early on. Then, later on, he had helped them to take down a Hell God. This team was not to be taken lightly.

The battle with Glory made him think about Dawn. He knew he shouldn’t care, but with the exception of Buffy, he had cared most for the girl. Lil’ Bit always dealt openly and honestly with him. He liked her feistiness, even when she was completely petrified. The summer after Buffy’s death, the two had spent a great deal of time together. Spike fulfilled his promise, to Buffy, to look after her little sister. He wondered if he would still do it, without the restraining implant in his head.

Spike needed to be careful with Dru. The crazy lady vamp would not tolerate any more siding with the Slayer. He loved Dru. He would always love her. She had made him a different man. A better man, as far as he was concerned. He had chosen the blonde Slayer twice, over his sire. He was sure another incident would push the perfectly mad demon, completely over the edge of sanity.

The door of the crypt opened and the lady vampire sauntered in, smiling cheerfully.

“Spike, darling, I have the most wonderful news,” she said crossing the room and planting herself on his lap.

“What is it, pet?” he asked.

“You’ll never guess who’s in town.” Her penetrating blue eyes shone brightly.

“Who’s that, luv?”

“The Order of Oreteh,” she said, running her fingers through his platinum-colored hair.

“Oreteh!” Those flying lizard wankers,” he said with disgust. “One of them owes me ten pounds. What are they doing in Sunnydale, ducks?”

“They’re going to open the Hellmouth, tomorrow night,” she said gleefully.

“Well now, doesn’t that sound like fun,” he tried to sound just as cheerful.

He never could understand what the big thrill was in unleashing Hell on earth. To him it only meant one thing. There would be less people to eat. He rather liked the over abundance there was right now. A world of nothing but demons, sounded bloody awful to him.

“How are they going to do that, luv?” he asked.

“They’ve got the Slayer’s sister,” she explained. “They’re going to turn her back into a ball of energy, to open the portal. Won’t that be pretty, darling?”

He felt a flash of concern for his former charge, but brushed it aside. “So, the lil’ bits gonna fit nicely into the Hell lock, then,” he said.

“Yes, but they still need one more ingredient for they’re little party,” she said continuing to comb his hair with her fingers.

“What’s that?”

“They need the blood of a Slayer.” She watched his face closely for any type of a reaction.

“Well now, that shouldn’t be too hard, since there are two of them,” he said without emotion. He was sure the Slayer and her mates could defeat a couple of winged serpents.

“Good then,” Drusilla said getting up off his lap and crossing to the table. “We’ll help them.”

“What? Why should we help them?” he blurted out.

“You’re still in love with the Slayer, aren’t you,” she accused.

“No,” he stood up and walked to the table and got up in her face. “I want to be with you, pet. I just don’t understand why you’re so set on unleashing Hell on earth. It won’t be like it is now,” he reasoned. “All the beautiful things you love will be gone. You expect a Detliw demon to maintain the pretty flowers. And those Nettik monsters will eat all the wonderful little birdies you like. Is that what you want?”

Her eyes opened wide and took on a vacant stare as she entered a trance-like state. Spike grabbed her upper arms to keep her from toppling over. After a moment, she spoke.

“She calls to me, the young Slayer. I will deliver her.” She broke free of his grasp and left the crypt.

Knowing it would probably cost him Dru forever, Spike left also to search for Buffy.

*****

The two Slayers made their way to the end of the bar in Willy’s place. Jordan looked uneasily around, at the room full of demons.

“Why don’t you shut this place down?” Jordan asked.

“Because, when demons drink, they like to talk. A lot,” Buffy explained. “Willy listens, so he always knows the 411.”

“They don’t mind you coming in here?” Jordan wondered.

“Nah, it’s kind of a show for them. Willy holds out for a while. I slap him around. He fesses up. I leave. They go back to drinking,” the senior Slayer laid out the plan.

“Sounds simple,” Jordan said.

“Hey Willy, what’s shaking?” Buffy asked, spotting the snitch by the back room.

“Oh Geez, what are ya doing here?” Willy whined. “You know it’s bad for business.”

“The Order of Overcast,” Buffy said, “What d’ya know?”

“Oreteh,” Jordan whispered in Buffy’s ear.

“Yeah, Oreteh,” Buffy stated correctly this time. “Big, snake-like, with wings.”

“Oh, I ain’t heard about nothing like that,” the weasely man shook his head and lied.

“Think again,” Buffy, still in uniform, put her hand on top of her gun holster.

“Nah, nothing specific is coming to mind,” he said.

Jordan grabbed the little man, by the throat and pinned him back against the wall. He wheezed for breath, as the grip tightened around his neck.

“These demons have her sister and if they hurt her, I’m gonna come back here and give you ten times worse,” Jordan threatened.

“She’s very good,” Willy managed to squeak out to Buffy.

Buffy looked at Jordan impressed, then, turned to Willy. “Yes, and she’s also right. Now, start talking.”

He indicated for the younger Slayer to let him go. Buffy nodded and Jordan released her hold.

“These three guys showed up here a couple of days ago. They were looking for a place to hole up, till tomorrow night.” He put one hand in the air. “I swear, if I’d have known they had your kid sister, I’d have let you know.”

“Where are they?” Buffy demanded.

“There’s a cave over by the dam. I’m pretty sure they’re still there,” he confessed.

“Let’s go,” Buffy said to Jordan.

“Hey kid,” Willy called after Jordan. “See ya around.”

Outside of Willy’s they ran smack into Spike. Jordan pulled out her stake, while Buffy just crossed her arms over her chest.

“Well now, if it isn’t the little meter maid,” he said looking at her uniform. “I heard you were all about the traffic tickets and have a nice day,” he taunted.

“I don’t have time for you, Spike,” Buffy stated flatly, moving pas the vampire.

“Pity really,” he stepped aside. “Oh, thought you might like to know that Dru’s teamed up with your little monsters.”

He watched her stop in her tracks and waited for her to turn around. When she did, he added, “Gonna need help from the Big Bad to save the lil’ bit.”

“You can’t trust him,” Jordan said hastily.

“She’s right, you know,” Spike answered honestly.

Buffy thought for a minute. She knew that she and Jordan could handle the three demons, but Drusilla was another factor. The whacked out vampire was unpredictable. Plus, she had already killed two Slayers. Spike was the only one capable of handling her. Of course, if he was lying, then, they would have to deal with three flying demons and two deadly vampires. Knowing Spike’s distaste for demons opening the Hellmouth, she took a chance.

“You walk in front of us,” Buffy directed. “You make any sudden moves and you’re dust.”

“Like to look at my ass, do you?” he scoffed.

“The only thing I’m gonna do with your ass is kick it all over Sunnydale, if you double-cross me,” Buffy threatened. “Now move!”

Spike walked in front of them towards the Sunnydale dam. Behind him the younger Slayer said uneasily, “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I’m getting my sister back,” Buffy replied sternly.

When they reached the cave, by the dam, they devised a quick strategy, careful to ensure Spike was always within eyesight. Inside the cave, they found no one. Buffy walked over to the solitary chair and bent down to pick up one of the cut ropes.

“He lied,” Jordan glared at Spike, eager to pounce.

“No,” Spike defended himself. “Dru moved them. She knew I would come to you and bring you here. By tomorrow, you’ll not only have her and the three demons to deal with, but a cadre of vampires, as well.”

Buffy stared at the rope for a while. She’d missed her opportunity, again. Just like with Glory, she had failed to keep her sister out of harms way, again.

“Where are they?” Jordan pushed Spike back against the cave wall.

He didn’t fight her, but simply said, “I don’t know.”

Buffy threw down the piece of rope. “Meet us at the Library, tomorrow morning,” she said softly to Spike. “Let’s go,” she said to Jordan.

They left the cave and headed for home.

*****

Inside the Summers’ kitchen, Willow sat on one of the stools at the island. On the other side of the island, Tara poured them each a cup of coffee. She added milk and sugar to both, before sliding Willow’s cup over to her.

“Thanks, honey,” the hacker said.

“You’re welcome,” the blonde said softly.

Willow took a sip from her cup, then looked over at her lover. Tara was aimlessly stirring her coffee, staring down at the counter.

Willow set her cup down and asked, “What’s wrong, baby?”

Tara looked up into concerned green eyes. “You’re gonna do the blocking spell, aren’t you?” she asked worried.

“Well, we didn’t find anything else, so I kinda need to,” Willow replied.

“Will, it’s too dangerous. I don’t want you to do it,” Tara pleaded.

Willow got off of her stool and moved around the island. She stood behind Tara and wrapped her arms around her lover’s waist, while resting her head on the blonde’s shoulder. Tara immediately placed her arms on top of Willow’s and rested her head against the redheads.

“Hey, baby, it’s gonna be okay. I promise,” Willow said soothingly, tightening her grip, a bit, around the blonde’s mid section.

“We just found each other, Will. I can’t lose you now,” Tara leaned back into the embrace.

“No one’s losing anyone,” Willow said, before kissing the blonde’s cheek. “We’re the good guys. We always wind.”

Tara turned around in Willow’s arms to face her. She pulled the hacker’s hair back off her face, then, settled her hands behind Willow’s neck. “And if we don’t?” Tara asked in a tiny voice.

Willow stared into frightened blue eyes and solemnly promised, “I will always find you.”

Tara drew Willow close for a tender kiss, which soon became more passionate. Willow’s hands lowered to squeeze the blonde’s ass. Tara’s mouth moved to the redhead’s neck, while her hands moved between them to caress Willow’s pert breasts.

“Mmmm,” Tara murmured against Willow’s neck. “Think this island is sturdy enough?”

Willow pulled back to look at the blonde’s lustful gaze. “Well, since I caught Dawnie and her first boyfriend on it, I have it on very good authority that it is plenty sturdy.”

Tara turned them around and backed Willow up against the island. She helped lift the redhead up onto the counter, then, moved in between Willow’s knees. Tara looked up into Willow’s face, as she ran her hands up and down Willow’s thighs and said seductively.

“Now boarding, all beautiful redhead’s for Wonder Woman airlines. Private lessons only.”

Willow captured the blonde’s mouth in a fiery kiss. As she began to unbutton Tara’s blouse, the kitchen door opened and Jordan and Buffy entered.

“Geez, Will, didn’t you learn anything from the lecture I gave Dawn about the island,” Buffy teased.

“Oh, we were…I mean…uh…we were just…” Willow stammered as she re-buttoned Tara’s blouse.

“Fooling around,” Tara answered honestly.

“No luck in finding Dawnie,” Willow changed the subject, hopping down off the island.

“They bailed before we got there,” Buffy explained.

“I can’t believe you’re gonna trust that monster,” Jordan spat.

“You don’t know what he was like before,” Buffy stated.

“Well, he seems like a total bastard, now,” Jordan’s anger had been growing since Buffy agreed to let Spike help.

“Things aren’t always black and white, Jordan,” Buffy retorted.

“He almost killed Willow. Your best friend. I don’t really see any gray here,” Jordan seethed.

“What’s going on?” Tara interjected.

“She’s gonna let Spike help us rescue Dawn,” Jordan explained.

Buffy looked at Willow who seemed both hurt and surprised.

“No way!” Tara said adamantly. “He’s not getting anywhere near Willow, again.”

“Drusilla has teamed up with the demons. Spike is the only one who can stop her. I have a feeling he’s not too keen on them succeeding,” Buffy said.

“You have a feeling,” Jordan stared incredulously at the senior Slayer.

“Buffy’s right,” Willow affirmed, looking first to Tara for support and then, with confidence to her long time friend. “If he tries to trick us, then, we take him out.”

Tara, believing her girl knew best, nodded. Jordan continued her dissent. “Why not take him out now? He doesn’t even know where they are,” she argued.

“Jordan,” Tara said reassuringly. “Why don’t you go home and get some sleep. We’ll talk about this more, in the morning.”

The pissed off Slayer shook her head in disbelief and slammed the door on her way out.

Inside the Summers’ kitchen, Tara said seriously, “I hope you know what you’re doing Buffy. I don’t plan on losing anyone that I love, tomorrow.”

“Neither do I,” Buffy replied, looking her in the eye.

Outside, Jordan mumbled to herself as she made her way home. “Yeah, let’s trust the vampire, there’s a good plan. Nobody’s gonna get killed here. Makes perfect sense.” She threw her hands up in the air.

As she passed by the cemetery, a trio of vampires jumped out from behind a tree. She dodged the first ones punch and planted her stake in his back, as the weight of his punch moved him past her. The other two were quickly upon her, each grabbing one of her arms. She flipped herself backward, breaking both of the vampire’s arms in the process. When she landed on her feet, she found herself face to face with one of the winged serpents. He hissed at Jordan’s shocked face, then punched her in the face, knocking her out. He gathered the unconscious Slayer, under his arm, and flew off into the night.

From below, Drusilla waved up at the demon, saying, “Bye, bye, luv.”

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