None of it is mine! If I owned any of these characters I would not be writing right now. All things Buffy belong to Joss Whedon and Charmed belongs to the WB
This is a story that contains a relationship between two women, if you dont like that sort of thing, then i suggest you do not read my story. Thanks.Summary:
Alternate universe from the season six episode “Tabula Rasa.” Tara chooses not to leave and reveals something to Willow that will change everyone’s world forever.Prologue
“Do you think I’m stupid?” Tara said. “I know you used that spell on me.”
“Tara, I’m sorry, I-” Willow began, but Tara cut her off.
“Don’t! Just… don’t. There’s nothing you can say.”
“Tara, I didn’t mean to-”
“To What? Violate my mind like that? How could you, Willow? How could you after what Glory did to me?”
“Violate you? I… I didn’t mean anything like that, I-I just wanted us not to fight anymore. I love you.”
“If you don’t wanna fight, you don’t fight. You don’t use magic to make a fight disappear.”
“But I-I just wanted to make things better. Better for us.”
“But you don’t get to decide what is better for us, Will. We’re in a relationship, we are supposed decide together.”
“Okay. I’m… I realize I, I did wrong.”
“You did it the way you’re doing everything. When things get rough, you… you don’t even consider the options. You just… you just do a spell. It’s not good for you, Willow. And it’s not what magic is for.”
“But… I just wanna help people.”
“Maybe that’s how it started, but… you’re helping yourself now, fixing things to your liking. Including me.”
“Tara no!” Tara looks away, and Willow could feel the pain in her soul.
“I don’t think this is gonna to work,” the blonde witch whispered.
“Hey. It is, I-its working. Tara, please. I need you, baby. I need you. I don’t need magic, I-I don’t, -… let me prove it to you, okay? I, I will go a month without doing any magic. I won’t do a single spell. I swear.” Tara nodded, willing to go along with some sort of deal like that.
“Go a week. One week without magic.”
“Fine. Fine that’s easy!”
“Go a week then we’ll see.”The next night
Willow sat in the bathroom, freaking out internally. Tara was in their bedroom, packing her things. She was leaving.“She can’t leave me,”
Willow thought. The red-haired witch stood, put her resolve face on, and marched into the bedroom.
“Tara,” she said softly from the doorway.
“W-Willow,” the blonde witch responded, not looking up from her packing.
“Tara, please baby, I want to give up magic, for you. But I need you here to help me, please.”
“You should give up the magic for yourself, not just for me.”
Willow sighed and stepped into the room. Tara still avoiding looking at her, now walking over to the dresser, now to the other side of the room.
“Tara, please. There’s more than this than just magic. I can tell. What’s wrong, baby?”
Tara sighed and finally looked up at Willow Rosenberg, the love of her life.
“Are you cheating on me?”
“No! Of course not!”
“Do you think I’m cheating on you?”
“Then Tara, please tell me what’s up besides the magic.”
“Willow, the less you know and the quicker I leave the better.”
“Please,” Willow begged, almost pouting.
“Willow, I just…”
“Tara, I just wanna know if there’s something…”
“I’m pregnant, okay! Pregnant! I’m with a child. Your child. Our child.” Willow sagged against the bed in shock. Tara was standing near the dresser, on the verge of tears.
“As near as I know, it happened on my birthday. You felt what passed between us.”
“Well, then, a few nights later, I had a dream. My mother was here, in our room. She told me that we’d been blessed because of our love. I was waiting for the perfect time to tell you, but then there was the stuff at Halloween, and then the singy-dancy evil, and now this and… Willow, I’m so scared.” Tara moved to where Willow stood and leaned against her shoulder, crying. Willow sat down on the bed now, Tara at her side, and held the blonde close.
“Oh my goodness. Tara, if I’d just known…”
“I should have told you as soon as I knew.” Willow shook her head. She felt like she should have sensed it.
“That’s it. I’m kicking the magic forever.”
“Oh not permanently, Willow. You have so much power for good. You just need to control it. Tell you what, we’ll spend the next eight or nine months working on it.”
Willow smiled and looked at Tara face.
“You’re not leaving?”
“Oh, Tara… thank you. I promise, things will be different…”
“I know, Willow. There’s a lot of stuff we need to look at, to re-evaluate. We need to re-build the trust in our relationship. But can all that just wait? Can you just be kissing me now?”
And Willow kissed her.