& Buffy the Vampire Slayer
belongs to Joss Whedon. Supernatural
belongs to Eric Kripke. I'm just borrowing these characters to satiate an excited plot bunny idea. Oh yeah, and Please Remember
was just borrowed from Leann Rimes as well. Author's Note:
This fic came about in response to the Andy Hallett Memorial Challenge
in memory of Andy Hallett (aka Lorne
). This fic also happens to be a part of my Heart of the Matter
series, but I didn't know how
to write this particular ship's story, then I came across the news of Andy's death and the challenge jrabbit
I know this is an un
usual pairing, but I think it has potential. Let me know what you think. Thanks! Summary:
Dean Winchester found who he was looking for at Caritas, but their reunion was only short-lived... = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Time, sometimes the time just slips away
And your left with yesterday
Left with the memories
I, I'll always think of you and smile
And be happy for the time
I had you with me
Though we go our separate ways
I won't forget so don't forget
The memories we made
Please remember, please remember
I was there for you
And you were there for me
Please remember, our time together
The time was yours and mine
And we were wild and free
Please remember, please remember me...
- "Please Remember" by Leann Rimes
ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DO THIS, sweetie?" Lorne asked the timid blond standing beside him hidden from everyone's view. Actually she didn't need to hide from anyone as she was nothing but a mere non-corporeal spirit loitering about Caritas.
Wordlessly the young woman nodded, her eyes focused on the young man currently entertaining the busy crowd of Caritas. Amongst the crowd members were her friends visiting LA for spring break and spending some time with their old friends whom Lorne also knew. She didn't expect them to all be here this evening, but in a way she was glad to see them all in one place -- especially the person singing right now.
Her eyes drifted off towards the dark haired, green-eyed southern young man singing his heart out. Unlike his previous contenders, he can actually carry a tune. She couldn't help but feel choked up as she listened to the lyrics of his chosen song.
"Oh sweetie..." Lorne cooed beside her, his red eyes also focused on the young man on the stage. "I have to admit, he chose well for his piece," he complimented.
She could just smile and nod. She knew what Lorne meant. Although the song was sung by a famous female country singer, she felt that he wrote the song for her and her alone.
DEAN WINCHESTER FELT THE ODDEST sensation while he sang on stage in front of demons and humans alike. He couldn't believe he was at a bar where demons frequented and so did some humans who were aware of the supernatural. When he first heard about Caritas he thought the person who told him about it was just pulling his leg, but he was in LA after all; anything
can happen in this city.
So against his better judgment he went and sat at the bar, ordering the plainest of all drinks: beer.
While he nursed his sole bottle of alcohol for the evening he watched as the tall green demon with bright red eyes got on stage and sang a few songs before pausing and giving the stage to other karaoke-loving people. At first he didn't know why
everyone present was clamoring to get on stage and sing, then after each set he saw said singer be greeted by the Host after they came off the stage and moved the side where the Host and the singer indulge in a deep conversation.
His curiosity must've been etched on his face that first night while he watched the Host speak to each and every performer that went on stage. The bartender took pity on him and explained why everyone wanted to sing and why.
Dean was impressed. He didn't think he'd run across a psychic demon.
It took him a few visits and some getting used to the mixed crowd at Caritas before he mustered up his courage and spoke to the Host when he loitered near his favourite spot by the bar. He asked how would he get his name on the list of performers this evening, and when he was asked why
he wanted to sing, Dean's mind went blank. He had to ask himself what
he wanted the Host to read from him, then a face of the person he hadn't seen in years flashed before his mind's eyes.
"I'm wondering if you can help me find this girl who means a lot to me, but I lost contact with her," he answered.
And that was what started this whole crazy karaoke singing of his. He carefully selected the song he was to sing for the Host this evening. It was an unusual pick for him to choose Leann Rimes, but after reading the lyrics (he had to arm-wrestle Sam to look-up the lyrics for him online) something inside his head clicked and he wanted to sing it.
"...Please remember, please remember I was there for you and you were there for me. Please remember, our time together. The time was yours and mine and we were wild and free...And how we laugh and how we smile. And how this world was yours and mine. And how no dream was out of reach...We ride so fast, we ride so free. And I had you and you had me. Please remember, please remember...
An eruption of wild applauses following the last strains of Dean's chosen song made him snap his head up and looked wild-eyed at the mixed crowd. He almost forgot they existed until he now. Giving them a shy smile, he bowed and stepped off the stage where the tall green Host was waiting for him.
"Bravo, sugarlips! Bravo!" the Host complimented.
"Thanks," Dean mumbled.
Lorne watched the young southerner for the longest time. He already knew what the answer to his question was long before he started singing for him. In fact, the answer to the question he posed before he found the courage to sing appeared just hours
before Dean made his stage debut at Caritas.
"Follow me," Lorne gestured and lead the young man towards his private office.
Dean frowned. This was a first in the entire time he was here and watched how the Host dealt with his performers.
"Where are we going?" he couldn't help himself from asking.
"Someplace private," Lorne said over his shoulder. "Now hurry up, sweetcheeks, we haven't got all night."
Dean followed the Host without saying another word. Once ensconced inside the demon's private office and the door was locked, Dean watched the red-eyed monster turn and spoke to someone he couldn't see. Of course he could only hear one side of the conversation since really, there was no other person inside the Host's office but himself and the demon.
Dean was about to butt-in and point out the obvious that there was nobody else in the room with them when the Host looked like he was arguing with his invisible friend when suddenly a figure started to appear beside the Host. She was a lovely girl wearing a long skirt or dress that looked like a corset. Her hair was down and was past her shoulders. Her profile was facing Dean, but he didn't have to ask who
"Tara?" Dean couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Lorne and Tara stopped arguing when they heard Dean spoke. Both of them turned to look at the dumbfounded Hunter. Lorne was grinning from ear to ear while Tara stared at him wide-eyed.
"Y-you can see me?" she stammered.
Lorne looked from the timid spirit to the shocked Hunter then made his excuse to leave them alone. "Enjoy your momentary reunion, kiddies," he said before leaving them alone and locking the door after him.
"Reunion?" Dean echoed after Lorne left them alone. He was the first to move and shortened the distance between him and Tara. "And how
did you get here?"
Tara licked her suddenly dry lips, her eyes holding Dean's gaze as she tried to get her brain to work and produce an answer to his questions. She didn't know exactly how he was able to see her; as far as she knew it was only the Host who can see her, but the Powers must've had something else planned for her and Dean hence why he was able to see her now.
"H-how have you b-been, Dean? It's-it's been a while," she smiled avoiding answering his questions.
"Yeah," Dean nodded, "it has been a while," he agreed and reached out to run his knuckles against her cheek.
Tara flinched back, surprised to feel his touch. She stared at him wide-eyed. "Y-you can touch me?"
Dean frowned. "Of course I can. How can I not?"
"I..." Tara's voice faltered. She hadn't seen Dean in years, and the last time she was supposed to meet him she ended up ditching him because of her untimely demise.
"Dean, I have something to tell you and please try and understand, okay?"
Dean didn't feel right hearing her say those words, but he trusted her enough to agree to her request.
Once Tara had Dean's promise, she proceeded to regale him with what she had been up to from when they last saw each other up until that time when they were supposed to meet each other again but she didn't make it. She knew when the Dean finally clued-in on what she really was and why Lorne was the only one who could see her at first.
"I didn't know why I suddenly appeared at Caritas and the Host was the only one who can see me. Usually I just popped in and out of Caritas this past couple of days, but tonight...well, tonight when I popped in I haven't popped out like what I normally do," she explained.
"So what you're telling me is you are here with me right now but just not the alive
Tara?" Dean was trying to be reasonable and keep his cool, but deep down inside he was seething; hating those damn Powers for exciting him to see her again, but only to lose her once more and this time permanently
Tara tried to say more, but really all she could have the courage to choke-out was, "I'm-I'm sorry, Dean. It's unfair, I know. But life's never really fair, right?" she tried to make light of the matter, but she knew it wasn't easy.
Dean's hands balled to tight fists at his sides. He wanted to hit something -- anything -- but he was controlling himself. "I knew you had a good reason for not showing up that day," he began and took a deep, steadying breath. "You wouldn't just ditch me like that just because you wanted you. You're not that type of girl."
"Thanks," Tara smiled and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks that she had to look away from him.
Dean reached out and chucked her under the chin, turning her to look at him once again. "But you turning up dead because some stray bullet hit you didn't even come close to all the perfectly good reasons about you not showing up that day."
"I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, that was all," she shrugged.
"I know," he agreed. "Dammit, Tara!" He snarled before cupping her cheek in his hand and pulled her towards him, locking his lips with hers for a kiss consumed with raw passion and yearning.
Tara felt the power of his kiss; felt the need to have him. It scared her to be consumed by such power, and at the same time it overwhelmed her to know that after all these years, the feelings they had for each other was still there. She returned his kiss with the same intensity he was giving her and more.
She wanted to stay. She wanted to linger in her corporeal form for a little while longer, but Tara could feel that her time was up. With one last kiss she broke away from Dean and took a step back.
"They're calling me back," she said. "I'll love you forever, Dean Winchester. You'll always have a special place in my heart," she promised him.
Dean took a deep breath but couldn't help the tears from falling. "I love you too," he said gruffly.
With a wan smile Tara slowly faded away, but not before saying, "Thanks for picking our song. I'll always
remember..." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = AN2:
I forgot to mention that this fic's probably considered AU, except for the part about how Tara died. I made Tara straight for the sake of this fic although you can safely say that she became a part of the Scoobies through Willow because they both share their love for Wicca. But them ending up as a couple didn't happen.