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Summary: **Character Death Spoilers for all Series involved*** Sometimes your task to save the world isn't over after you die. Even if it isn't your world you are trying to save.

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Multiple Crossings > Tara-CenteredshazrashaFR15915,275095,47217 Oct 0519 Jun 06No

Weeping Willow

Spoilers: Character death spoilers for all series involved. Though the details might be vague. Will place the given info at top of each chapter. This one is season 6 Buffy.


Disclaimer: I do none of this for profit. I own none of the characters contained within except for Tay who is all mine. The rest are just running rampant in my brain. I also own the plot such as it is. I haven't specified which universes/characters are in this to avoid people accidently reading spoilers. But the universe owners are Joss Whedon, James Cameron, MGM, JRR Tolkien, Gene Rodenberry, Shed productions and al. (al covers any I've missed) So if you feel like trying to work it out from that you are welcome though some are harder than others. Otherwise just read on.


Rated: 15 - Not sure of where in the rating system this will fall at moment so just went with 15 as most of my box sets for the series at home are 15. This also covers me for if the characters get out of control. I may not swear or fight but I can't guarantee some of them wont.


Reviews: Always welcome though I don't expect any. I'm just happy if someone reads this.



Tay pulled the levers and manoeuvred the large hulking robot she was driving into position over the wasteland where the forests had once stood. She always came here to think, to see what she fought for. Here she could sometimes justify what she did. Her com-link chimed at her and she sighed.

“Tay here.”

“Did you get the list?”

Tay sighed and tapped a small screen pulling up the file she’d been given earlier. She had yet to even glance at it.

“Are you sure about this? I mean, I wouldn’t want to get them before it’s time.”

“’You mad? Can’t you hear the voices? Switch your filter off.”

Tay hastily complied and cringed when the sounds from outside filtered in.

The battle lines are drawn and now we call our fallen ones to our aid. Let them come for the price of blood must be paid.” The message repeated endlessly.

“Ok, firstly that is still creepy and secondly,” she sighed, “I’m on my way.”

“Good luck.” The voice over the intercom said.

“Thanks,” Tay muttered half-heartedly. It wasn’t that she wasn’t glad to be going on a mission. In fact she’d been itching to get away. It was just that she wished that her mission wasn’t finding a bunch of people and telling them that they were going to die.


***

“Tara Maclay?” The blond turned at the sound of her name looking to see who had called her.

“Yes?” She looked at the girl who had spoken curiously. The green spikes of hair seemed at odds with the hesitant smile on her face.

“Hi, my name is Tay. I need to talk to you.”

“Right now? Only I have class.” She said looking away a moment as if trying to decide whether to escape but curiosity and politeness won out and she turned back.

“I’m afraid it’s important.” Tay’s eyes glowed green a moment and her voice changed. “ We call the fallen to our aid.” The effect the words had on Tara was immediate. Blinking Tara smiled at Tay cheerfully.

“Why don’t you come round to mine. I could make coffee.”

“That would be great.” Tay said not quite managing to sound enthusiastic.


***

The moment they entered Tara’s room whatever had taken hold of her disappeared. She turned on Tay a look of horror on her face.

“W-What did you do to me?”

Tay put her hands up in a wary fashion hoping Tara wouldn’t run from her.

“It wasn’t me.” She said slowly. Tara looked at her suspiciously. “Look, have you heard of the blood of the fallen?”

“It sounds familiar. I think I read it somewhere.” She admitted turning towards the bookshelf.

“Try that one.” Tay pointed towards a small well-worn book that was resting by the bed.

“My diary?” Tara said confused.

“Yes. It’s under an entry about your mother,” Tay shrugged, “I didn’t cast a spell. You reacted to the words that your mother told you. Though you may not remember that she said them. I needed to check that you were indeed one of the fallen.”

“What’s this about?” Tara asked a sense of foreboding filling her. Tay looked at her sadly.

“I,” she paused and shook her head slightly. “I don’t know how to say this. I’m here to tell you that you are going to die. But I can save you if you are willing to leave everything you know behind.”

Tara blinked not sure how to react.

“I’m sorry what do you mean?”

“You are going to die.” Tay repeated. She waited for it to sink in.

“When?” Tara said finally.

“I can’t tell you, but soon.”

Tara took a step back at the words and shook her head.

“No. That can’t be true.” She said though a part of her knew that Tay believed she was telling the truth.

“I…” Tay stopped not wanting to apologise again but not sure what else to say bowing her head sadly.

“This…changes everything.” Tara whispered making Tay look up.

“No, no, no.” She said. “It must change nothing.”

The look Tara gave told her she was mad.

“What was in your mind before I talked to you? What were you planning to do?” Tay asked trying to ignore Tara’s eyes.

“I was going to see Willow. I needed to make things right between us again. But now… How can I be happy knowing it won't last because I will die?”

“Go to her. You shouldn't let this change what you have. The happiness she brings you.”

“She would spot straight away that something was wrong. I can't do that to her.” Tara said well aware how perceptive Willow could be.

“If you wish it I can remove all knowledge of what I have just said until,” Tay paused. “Until I come for you.”

“Make me forget?” Tara cringed at the words and Tay didn't blame her. Her mind had been messed with too many times.

“You have my word that I will restore it all. Is it not better that you take what life offers you with both hands than to leave and never know.” Tara drew in a deep breath trying to steady the fear inside of her.

“Do it.” She whispered her courage almost giving way.

“I'll need a trigger to set it in motion. Is there anything specific that you can use as a focus?” Tara nodded.

“Willow's kiss.” Tay smiled sadly wishing not for the last time that life could just be that much fairer.

“Done.”


***

“Things fall apart. They fall apart so hard” Tara said her voice failing slightly.

“Tara?”

“You can't ever...put them back the way they were.”

“Are you ok?”

“I'm sorry. It's just...” Tara paused and gave a deep sigh. Listening in Tay tensed hoping Tara wouldn’t give anything away. If she did, Willow would try to interfere and that couldn’t happen. Tara continued to speak and Tat relaxed.

“You know, it takes time. You can't just... have coffee and expect...”

“I know.” Willow said hastily.

“There's just so much to work through. Trust has to be built again, on both sides. You have to learn if... if we're even the same people we were, if you can fit in each other's lives. It's a long...important process. and…can't we just skip it?” Tara pleaded. “Can you … can you just be kissing me now.”

Tay knew the moment the spell took hold and sighed turning off the intercom and letting the two have their time together. All she could do now was wait.


***

“Your shirt?” Tara said looking at Willow in bewilderment. A heartbeat later the room vanished and what looked like the interior of a sci-fi set appeared around her. She fell forward with surprise. Hands caught her hold of her and she looked up into clear orange eyes. Tay gently touched her forehead.

“Take back that which I have stolen.” As the words were spoken Tara’s eyes widened as the memories of their first meeting flooded through her and Tay caught her as she collapsed.

“Oh goddess Willow.” Tara breathed. Tay held her patiently feeling the silent tears and waited, hating herself for the part she had played in tearing them apart.

“How will Willow take it?” Tara said not expecting a reply. The words were soft and Tay almost didn't catch them. She sighed and smiled sadly knowing that this was something she could answer.

“She’ll flip big time, lose it for a while. But she’ll start taking each day as it comes, one by one until eventually she starts to live again.”

“And me?” Tara asked looking at her lost.

“We’ll have to see. You always were the strong one.”


***

Tay sat at the helm of her small craft and watched the stars outside the window. She wasn't sure if it had been such a good idea to fetch Tara first now that she thought about it. The aftermath had jarred Tay's nerves. A part of her knew that had she fetched her last then she would have coped better with what she had to do. However the major part of her knew that it would be better if Tara could get the greater part of her grief over with without anyone else around. Tay sighed thinking it would probably have been even better if she hadn't been around either. After all, Tay was the only one who had been to Tara's world. She looked at the next name on the list and sighed, pulling up the information about the next Fallen. When she finally looked up from the data on the screen she realised that she really wasn't going to enjoy her next visit.
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