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Alone once again. Faith was getting used to it. Oz seemed to be gone more and more often. And now was not the time that she wanted to be alone. The only other person that she would want to spend anytime with was her girl Willow. But she understood the need right now to spend as much time with her girlfriend as possible. Things were not looking too good for her girl right now. And after all she had done to help.
The raven haired beauty stood and walked across the huge living room. There were servants about. So it wasn't like she was totally alone. Not like that night. That night that could get her into such deep trouble. The night that she had destroyed all ties that Willow had with the murder of Mr. MaClay. The night she would gladly do all over again if she had the chance.
A knock on the front door startled her. It wasn't late. In fact, she was about to go and have something to eat. Alone as usual. But she was in no way expecting anyone. Her cousin was too wrapped up in the latest disappearance. Anya had been missing for a few weeks now. So not of the good for Xander. And buffy was gone. Who knew where those two were.
Another knock at the door broke her out of her thoughts. "Keep your shorts on! I'm coming." Faith sighed as she made her way to the door. She nodded to the maid as she walked by. "I got it. You just tell cook that I'm hungry. I'll eat whatever the hell she wants me to." The maid nodded and left the same way she had entered. As she opened the door she started to say, "what the hell do..." Quickly she trailed off as she saw who stood there. "Oz?"
"The one and only." He wrapped his arms around her in an instant. It took Faith a second to respond in kind. "Didn't miss me?" Faith watched him as he lugged his guitar and his duffle into the living room.
"Of course I did." Faith came over and kissed him with the fiery passion that she normally would kiss her guy with. "Just a bit surprised to see you standing outside my door, that's all. Good surprise though. Thought you had that gig in Florida? Was supposed to join you till that Nazi police chick told me to stay put. Can't stand her."
"She's just doing her job." Oz again wrapped his arms around her. "I've missed this."
"Just being able to touch you." Faith sighed heavily. "It was your touch that kept me sane in all this. I mean, me being dragged into this BS just because some cop wants to make a name for herself. I can't think of another explanation. And you didn't answer the question. Not that I'm not grateful, but why are you here? And where are the rest of the guys?"
"Well, we had a difference of opinion." Oz made his way over to the fireplace. Though spring was right around the corner, nights were still of the cool. He began building a fire. "I'm no longer part of Dingoes."
"Woah! Freeze. Be kind. Rewind." Faith came and stood between Oz and the fire that was slowly taking shape. "What do you mean you are no longer part of the band. I mean, isn't that your dream? To be in the band and make it some day?"
"Let's just say I have another dream." Oz came and pulled Faith into a very tight embrace. "I was thinking. While out there alone. You here waiting for me. I don't want that. I want to be with you. And only you. And I already know what I'm gonna do now."
"Oh really?" Faith kissed his neck gently. "What has my man come up with? I'm sure it's of the good. You are a very smart person and you care so much. Has to be carefully planned out and I'm dying to know."
"Talked to Brian." Oz took Faith's hand and led her to the couch. "Manager The Bronze. Opening for talent coordinator. And I'll get to fill in when needed. So, I get the great bands. And I get to play. And best of all, I get to be with you."
"I like that." Faith pushed Oz onto the couch. "I like that a lot. In fact, I think I'm gonna show you how much." Nothing more was said for quite a bit. The two just showed each other how much they loved each other. And let all the worries of life just fade away for a bit.
Ethan looked around the rather small apartment that he had rented for himself. It was empty. That was for sure. As had his life. His life had been empty from the second he was born. Giles may now be the outcast of the family, but he at least had had their father growing up. Not that he was a great man. But at least he had something. Anything.
Not Ethan. He was alone. Ignored as the bastard son. The one that could, no matter what he did, be good enough. Even if he were bloody president of the United States it would not be good enough for their father. Look at how he shunned the good brother just because he had made a mistake so many years ago. One that he had never been allowed to take responsibility for.
His eyes settled on the picture of his niece. She was a pretty little redhead. One that he really didn't know. Both Ira and Rupert had shunned him along with their father. Now their family was shunning one another. It seemed that the only ones that got along anymore were his big brother Rupert, his daughter, and their niece. They had become quite the happy family.
And that made him angry. How dare they find the happiness that for so long he had searched for. Only to be shunned. To find that every relationship he ever tried to have would end in a disaster. That all the people he really cared for would end up leaving him alone and in pain. He had given up on people all together. Nearly given up on life.
But then something had come to him. It was the perfect way for him to teach his family the way that he had felt all these years. The first part of that plan had been put into motion several years ago. And was finally coming to bear now. He was finally getting to see what he had been planning for so long.
The other part of his plan was coming along rather nicely. Even though big brother claimed to be happy with Mrs. Summers, there was something in the way that he looked at Jenny still. There was a want. Perhaps even a bit of regret as far as his stuffy librarian brother was concerned. And that was perfect for what he had planned.
He and Jenny had been spending a great deal of time together. It was all so close. He would soon be asking her to marry him. Not that he really gave a damn about her. Or anyone for that matter. He just wanted revenge. For them to all feel the way that he had felt for so many years. Deal with pain for a while. Not easy for anyone to do.
There was one more part of the plan. One that hadn't even started as of yet. It would be the final act in his revenge. It would be against the father that he so hated. And that wished would literally just drop dead. But that wouldn't bring him the pain that he had felt. So, there was that final little bit that he had to do.
Ethan walked to a picture that hung in his bedroom. Quite the cliche, but behind it was his safe. He opened it and pulled out the final steps for his revenge. Something that would shock his father. Not as much as the fact that Rupert had done the same thing to him. But it would still have the same embarrassing effect. And pain to the rich snob.
In his hand, Ethan held a birth certificate. It was for one Faith Rayne. Of course, her last name was not that anymore. She had been adopted long ago. But he was her father, nonetheless. And soon, the whole world would know that she was the bastard granddaughter of the most powerful business man in Sunnydale. Ethan smiled at the thought. Loved the idea. It was the perfect revenge against his father. One that would make him suffer long.
Cordelia stood outside the gate to the Army base. She wasn't sure what she was doing there. She knew that Donny had become the only one that she could trust. That he was the only one that even was a little kind to her. Or was that just because she was so afraid of Doyle and what he just might do to her?
She shuddered at the thought of him finding out that she was now here. Waiting for Donny to be able to come out to her. Just so that the two could spend the evening together. She would have a long drive back to Sunnydale. But she didn't care. She just needed to be with the one person that gave her comfort.
"Hey you." She turned to see Donny looking really good in his Army uniform. He had toned up since the last time that she had seen him. And he had shaved off his goatee. "You wanted to see me?"
"Always." Cordelia couldn't help herself. She just had to run up the young man that had become her best friend. She wrapped her arms around him. "I missed you. Seems like you are the only one that understands me anymore."
"I know." Donny put his head on her shoulder. "I know the feeling." He sighed heavily. "Want to go to dinner? We can talk a little more privately there." Cordelia nodded in agreement. It wasn't long before they were sitting in a restaurant together. "Listen, I know you asked to see me but I'm glad you came. This Army thing isn't what I thought it would be."
"I noticed that your letters weren't as happy as before." Cordelia took his hand in hers. "I've been worried about you. Is there a reason that you've come to the conclusion that Army life just isn't your thing?"
"Something is missing." Donny sighed heavily. "I think that something is you. But that's an unfair statement. You are only fifteen. You have three more years in high school. And you'll probably go on to college. For me to make a statement like that is unfair. You still have so much life to live."
Cordelia smiled and gently squeezed his hand. "I know I'm young. And still have my whole life ahead of me. But I know what my heart is telling me. I thought I came here because I was afraid. Afraid that Doyle would do something to me. And perhaps he still might. But I also noticed that I've been shutting myself off from everyone. And I don't like that. I don't miss being miss popular by any means. I just miss having friends." She swallowed a bit before she continued. "I miss being able to be with you. Anytime. I think that you and I are like meant to be. Destined perhaps. Something."
Donny nodded in agreement. "I know. It's the strangest feeling. And none of the guys understand. They go out every night and find another girl that is impressed with them being a tough soldier. They just use those girls. Don't even give them a second thought. They don't understand how I just want to be with one person. And for the rest of my life."
Now Cordelia was blushing a little. She knew she had felt this way. And had hoped that Donny had felt somewhat like it as well. But to hear him say it. To know that he was feeling the exact same way. It was, words could not describe the feeling she now had. "I want that too. But you have three more years in the Army. And I have to at least finish high school. This is not gonna be easy. For you and me to keep this relationship going."
"Especially since I have to go overseas." Donny took in the look on Cordelia's face. "I just found out this morning. I got orders to go to Iraq. It could get a little tricky. But these are orders. And top priority ones. I'll be leaving in two weeks."
"You'll be where all that bombing is going on." Cordelia tried to pull her hand away, but Donny tightened his grip on hers. "You'll be in danger. At any moment I could lose you. I don't want to have to think about that. Or deal with that. And I thought us having to wait three years was going to be the hard part."
Donny sighed. He let go of her hand and reached into his pocket. "This is a promise ring. I want it to mean, someday, engagement. But for now, I'm giving it to you and promising. Promising that I will come back. And we will be together. It's the best I can do."
"Then it's good enough." Cordelia managed a small smile. "Because I know you'd never break your promise." The two sat in silence knowing very well that it wasn't up to him. That it was all in the hands of fate now whether he would come home to his girl or not.
The sun was setting in the west as it did every day. It seemed that these last few weeks had blurred together for Willow. There were the every day visits by Det. Walsh. And there was the trying to escape with Tara in any way that they could. They had gotten back into the old routine of spending before and after in the library. It was one thing that seemed to be like old times. Nothing else seemed to be.
And the nightmares. They had gotten worse over the past few weeks. Every night seemed to bring a new nightmare for the redhead. They were all flashes of that night. That much she knew. It was as if her mind was trying to tell her what had happened. And at the same time her mind was trying to protect her from whatever it was that had happened. Afraid that she could not handle what truly had happened.
The colors were blending together to make yet another beautiful sunset. The reds blurring into the pinks into the oranges the lavenders the blues. It was an amazing sight to see indeed. And she was wrapped up in a blanket with those familiar protective arms around her. She could feel the gentle steady breathing of her everything beneath her.
It was bringing this calm over her. This amazing feeling that only Tara could bring to her. And soon, her body was relaxed enough to drift off to sleep. And that's when they started. Or had they ever really ended? Did they just go on pause when she was awake? Is that what happened to those darn ole nightmares?
Willow was in that alley. She had been wandering and had taken a wrong turn. Not paying attention to where she was going. She wasn't lost, she just wasn't where she was supposed to be. She was in the not so good part of Sunnydale. And there was a noise. Her first instincts were to run the other way. Why did she instead go toward the noise?
There were screams. And that made her run faster. The sight made her sick as she saw the girl, could so easily have been Buffy, laying there. And there was a man. Well, figure that was big enough to be a man. He wore a ski mask but yet there was something so familiar about those eyes. Did she know this masked man?
The man came after her and she ran. Again, she didn't look where she was going. She just ran for her life. That's when she tripped and fell. When she managed to pull herself up, there was Faith. Faith had a scared look on her face. That's when Willow noticed. She had tripped over someone. Not just something. And there he was. Mr. MaCaly. Stabbed and blood everywhere. Including all over her. She began to shake.
Faith's voice echoed inside her head. "What did you do?" But she couldn't respond. She couldn't think anymore. Not only one dead body had she seen, now there was another. "Willow!" Green eyes looked up. They were totally blank. "Don't worry. I'll protect you. With my life if I have to." And she was at Faith's. Her best friend taking her clothes off. In the shower. Then into clean clothes. In the car, driving home. "Don't tell anyone. We'll protect one another no matter what. You got that? I won't tell anyone you killed him."
"I didn't!" Willow sat up suddenly. Tara kept her arms around her. The redhead's breathing was quick. Sweat was pouring down every square inch of her body. "I remember what happened. I didn't do it. I swear!"
Tara pulled her tight against her. "Shh! Shhh! Baby I got you. I know you didn't do it. You are my everything. You wouldn't do anything but love me. I know that. It's all right. Just relax. Let me hold you and take care of you. It's what you need."
Willow's breathing calmed a bit. She leaned her head against Tara's shoulder. "You are the only thing I need and want. I'm scared though my sweet. What if they don't believe me? What if they think I'm the one that killed your father? What are we gonna do?"
"We'll deal. We'll just hold on to one another and never let got." Tara kissed the top of her head. "I promise to never leave you. Especially when you need me so. I'll stand by you no matter what. Just stay calm. Getting upset is not good for you. You know you still have to be careful with your back and all."
Willow took a deep breath. "You're so right. And I know that you won't ever leave me. I have nothing to worry about. At least when it comes to you and me I don't."
"But as far as the law is concerned you do." Both girls stood up quickly as Det. Walsh made her way out of the shadows. "Willow Rosenberg, you are under arrest for the murder of Henry MaClay. You can call your uncle when we get you to the station." Tara watched in horror as her girl was placed in handcuffs and lead off. She took off like a shot. She needed to get her girl help. In anyway that she could.
The raven haired beauty stood and walked across the huge living room. There were servants about. So it wasn't like she was totally alone. Not like that night. That night that could get her into such deep trouble. The night that she had destroyed all ties that Willow had with the murder of Mr. MaClay. The night she would gladly do all over again if she had the chance.
A knock on the front door startled her. It wasn't late. In fact, she was about to go and have something to eat. Alone as usual. But she was in no way expecting anyone. Her cousin was too wrapped up in the latest disappearance. Anya had been missing for a few weeks now. So not of the good for Xander. And buffy was gone. Who knew where those two were.
Another knock at the door broke her out of her thoughts. "Keep your shorts on! I'm coming." Faith sighed as she made her way to the door. She nodded to the maid as she walked by. "I got it. You just tell cook that I'm hungry. I'll eat whatever the hell she wants me to." The maid nodded and left the same way she had entered. As she opened the door she started to say, "what the hell do..." Quickly she trailed off as she saw who stood there. "Oz?"
"The one and only." He wrapped his arms around her in an instant. It took Faith a second to respond in kind. "Didn't miss me?" Faith watched him as he lugged his guitar and his duffle into the living room.
"Of course I did." Faith came over and kissed him with the fiery passion that she normally would kiss her guy with. "Just a bit surprised to see you standing outside my door, that's all. Good surprise though. Thought you had that gig in Florida? Was supposed to join you till that Nazi police chick told me to stay put. Can't stand her."
"She's just doing her job." Oz again wrapped his arms around her. "I've missed this."
"Just being able to touch you." Faith sighed heavily. "It was your touch that kept me sane in all this. I mean, me being dragged into this BS just because some cop wants to make a name for herself. I can't think of another explanation. And you didn't answer the question. Not that I'm not grateful, but why are you here? And where are the rest of the guys?"
"Well, we had a difference of opinion." Oz made his way over to the fireplace. Though spring was right around the corner, nights were still of the cool. He began building a fire. "I'm no longer part of Dingoes."
"Woah! Freeze. Be kind. Rewind." Faith came and stood between Oz and the fire that was slowly taking shape. "What do you mean you are no longer part of the band. I mean, isn't that your dream? To be in the band and make it some day?"
"Let's just say I have another dream." Oz came and pulled Faith into a very tight embrace. "I was thinking. While out there alone. You here waiting for me. I don't want that. I want to be with you. And only you. And I already know what I'm gonna do now."
"Oh really?" Faith kissed his neck gently. "What has my man come up with? I'm sure it's of the good. You are a very smart person and you care so much. Has to be carefully planned out and I'm dying to know."
"Talked to Brian." Oz took Faith's hand and led her to the couch. "Manager The Bronze. Opening for talent coordinator. And I'll get to fill in when needed. So, I get the great bands. And I get to play. And best of all, I get to be with you."
"I like that." Faith pushed Oz onto the couch. "I like that a lot. In fact, I think I'm gonna show you how much." Nothing more was said for quite a bit. The two just showed each other how much they loved each other. And let all the worries of life just fade away for a bit.
''
Ethan looked around the rather small apartment that he had rented for himself. It was empty. That was for sure. As had his life. His life had been empty from the second he was born. Giles may now be the outcast of the family, but he at least had had their father growing up. Not that he was a great man. But at least he had something. Anything.
Not Ethan. He was alone. Ignored as the bastard son. The one that could, no matter what he did, be good enough. Even if he were bloody president of the United States it would not be good enough for their father. Look at how he shunned the good brother just because he had made a mistake so many years ago. One that he had never been allowed to take responsibility for.
His eyes settled on the picture of his niece. She was a pretty little redhead. One that he really didn't know. Both Ira and Rupert had shunned him along with their father. Now their family was shunning one another. It seemed that the only ones that got along anymore were his big brother Rupert, his daughter, and their niece. They had become quite the happy family.
And that made him angry. How dare they find the happiness that for so long he had searched for. Only to be shunned. To find that every relationship he ever tried to have would end in a disaster. That all the people he really cared for would end up leaving him alone and in pain. He had given up on people all together. Nearly given up on life.
But then something had come to him. It was the perfect way for him to teach his family the way that he had felt all these years. The first part of that plan had been put into motion several years ago. And was finally coming to bear now. He was finally getting to see what he had been planning for so long.
The other part of his plan was coming along rather nicely. Even though big brother claimed to be happy with Mrs. Summers, there was something in the way that he looked at Jenny still. There was a want. Perhaps even a bit of regret as far as his stuffy librarian brother was concerned. And that was perfect for what he had planned.
He and Jenny had been spending a great deal of time together. It was all so close. He would soon be asking her to marry him. Not that he really gave a damn about her. Or anyone for that matter. He just wanted revenge. For them to all feel the way that he had felt for so many years. Deal with pain for a while. Not easy for anyone to do.
There was one more part of the plan. One that hadn't even started as of yet. It would be the final act in his revenge. It would be against the father that he so hated. And that wished would literally just drop dead. But that wouldn't bring him the pain that he had felt. So, there was that final little bit that he had to do.
Ethan walked to a picture that hung in his bedroom. Quite the cliche, but behind it was his safe. He opened it and pulled out the final steps for his revenge. Something that would shock his father. Not as much as the fact that Rupert had done the same thing to him. But it would still have the same embarrassing effect. And pain to the rich snob.
In his hand, Ethan held a birth certificate. It was for one Faith Rayne. Of course, her last name was not that anymore. She had been adopted long ago. But he was her father, nonetheless. And soon, the whole world would know that she was the bastard granddaughter of the most powerful business man in Sunnydale. Ethan smiled at the thought. Loved the idea. It was the perfect revenge against his father. One that would make him suffer long.
''
Cordelia stood outside the gate to the Army base. She wasn't sure what she was doing there. She knew that Donny had become the only one that she could trust. That he was the only one that even was a little kind to her. Or was that just because she was so afraid of Doyle and what he just might do to her?
She shuddered at the thought of him finding out that she was now here. Waiting for Donny to be able to come out to her. Just so that the two could spend the evening together. She would have a long drive back to Sunnydale. But she didn't care. She just needed to be with the one person that gave her comfort.
"Hey you." She turned to see Donny looking really good in his Army uniform. He had toned up since the last time that she had seen him. And he had shaved off his goatee. "You wanted to see me?"
"Always." Cordelia couldn't help herself. She just had to run up the young man that had become her best friend. She wrapped her arms around him. "I missed you. Seems like you are the only one that understands me anymore."
"I know." Donny put his head on her shoulder. "I know the feeling." He sighed heavily. "Want to go to dinner? We can talk a little more privately there." Cordelia nodded in agreement. It wasn't long before they were sitting in a restaurant together. "Listen, I know you asked to see me but I'm glad you came. This Army thing isn't what I thought it would be."
"I noticed that your letters weren't as happy as before." Cordelia took his hand in hers. "I've been worried about you. Is there a reason that you've come to the conclusion that Army life just isn't your thing?"
"Something is missing." Donny sighed heavily. "I think that something is you. But that's an unfair statement. You are only fifteen. You have three more years in high school. And you'll probably go on to college. For me to make a statement like that is unfair. You still have so much life to live."
Cordelia smiled and gently squeezed his hand. "I know I'm young. And still have my whole life ahead of me. But I know what my heart is telling me. I thought I came here because I was afraid. Afraid that Doyle would do something to me. And perhaps he still might. But I also noticed that I've been shutting myself off from everyone. And I don't like that. I don't miss being miss popular by any means. I just miss having friends." She swallowed a bit before she continued. "I miss being able to be with you. Anytime. I think that you and I are like meant to be. Destined perhaps. Something."
Donny nodded in agreement. "I know. It's the strangest feeling. And none of the guys understand. They go out every night and find another girl that is impressed with them being a tough soldier. They just use those girls. Don't even give them a second thought. They don't understand how I just want to be with one person. And for the rest of my life."
Now Cordelia was blushing a little. She knew she had felt this way. And had hoped that Donny had felt somewhat like it as well. But to hear him say it. To know that he was feeling the exact same way. It was, words could not describe the feeling she now had. "I want that too. But you have three more years in the Army. And I have to at least finish high school. This is not gonna be easy. For you and me to keep this relationship going."
"Especially since I have to go overseas." Donny took in the look on Cordelia's face. "I just found out this morning. I got orders to go to Iraq. It could get a little tricky. But these are orders. And top priority ones. I'll be leaving in two weeks."
"You'll be where all that bombing is going on." Cordelia tried to pull her hand away, but Donny tightened his grip on hers. "You'll be in danger. At any moment I could lose you. I don't want to have to think about that. Or deal with that. And I thought us having to wait three years was going to be the hard part."
Donny sighed. He let go of her hand and reached into his pocket. "This is a promise ring. I want it to mean, someday, engagement. But for now, I'm giving it to you and promising. Promising that I will come back. And we will be together. It's the best I can do."
"Then it's good enough." Cordelia managed a small smile. "Because I know you'd never break your promise." The two sat in silence knowing very well that it wasn't up to him. That it was all in the hands of fate now whether he would come home to his girl or not.
''
The sun was setting in the west as it did every day. It seemed that these last few weeks had blurred together for Willow. There were the every day visits by Det. Walsh. And there was the trying to escape with Tara in any way that they could. They had gotten back into the old routine of spending before and after in the library. It was one thing that seemed to be like old times. Nothing else seemed to be.
And the nightmares. They had gotten worse over the past few weeks. Every night seemed to bring a new nightmare for the redhead. They were all flashes of that night. That much she knew. It was as if her mind was trying to tell her what had happened. And at the same time her mind was trying to protect her from whatever it was that had happened. Afraid that she could not handle what truly had happened.
The colors were blending together to make yet another beautiful sunset. The reds blurring into the pinks into the oranges the lavenders the blues. It was an amazing sight to see indeed. And she was wrapped up in a blanket with those familiar protective arms around her. She could feel the gentle steady breathing of her everything beneath her.
It was bringing this calm over her. This amazing feeling that only Tara could bring to her. And soon, her body was relaxed enough to drift off to sleep. And that's when they started. Or had they ever really ended? Did they just go on pause when she was awake? Is that what happened to those darn ole nightmares?
Willow was in that alley. She had been wandering and had taken a wrong turn. Not paying attention to where she was going. She wasn't lost, she just wasn't where she was supposed to be. She was in the not so good part of Sunnydale. And there was a noise. Her first instincts were to run the other way. Why did she instead go toward the noise?
There were screams. And that made her run faster. The sight made her sick as she saw the girl, could so easily have been Buffy, laying there. And there was a man. Well, figure that was big enough to be a man. He wore a ski mask but yet there was something so familiar about those eyes. Did she know this masked man?
The man came after her and she ran. Again, she didn't look where she was going. She just ran for her life. That's when she tripped and fell. When she managed to pull herself up, there was Faith. Faith had a scared look on her face. That's when Willow noticed. She had tripped over someone. Not just something. And there he was. Mr. MaCaly. Stabbed and blood everywhere. Including all over her. She began to shake.
Faith's voice echoed inside her head. "What did you do?" But she couldn't respond. She couldn't think anymore. Not only one dead body had she seen, now there was another. "Willow!" Green eyes looked up. They were totally blank. "Don't worry. I'll protect you. With my life if I have to." And she was at Faith's. Her best friend taking her clothes off. In the shower. Then into clean clothes. In the car, driving home. "Don't tell anyone. We'll protect one another no matter what. You got that? I won't tell anyone you killed him."
"I didn't!" Willow sat up suddenly. Tara kept her arms around her. The redhead's breathing was quick. Sweat was pouring down every square inch of her body. "I remember what happened. I didn't do it. I swear!"
Tara pulled her tight against her. "Shh! Shhh! Baby I got you. I know you didn't do it. You are my everything. You wouldn't do anything but love me. I know that. It's all right. Just relax. Let me hold you and take care of you. It's what you need."
Willow's breathing calmed a bit. She leaned her head against Tara's shoulder. "You are the only thing I need and want. I'm scared though my sweet. What if they don't believe me? What if they think I'm the one that killed your father? What are we gonna do?"
"We'll deal. We'll just hold on to one another and never let got." Tara kissed the top of her head. "I promise to never leave you. Especially when you need me so. I'll stand by you no matter what. Just stay calm. Getting upset is not good for you. You know you still have to be careful with your back and all."
Willow took a deep breath. "You're so right. And I know that you won't ever leave me. I have nothing to worry about. At least when it comes to you and me I don't."
"But as far as the law is concerned you do." Both girls stood up quickly as Det. Walsh made her way out of the shadows. "Willow Rosenberg, you are under arrest for the murder of Henry MaClay. You can call your uncle when we get you to the station." Tara watched in horror as her girl was placed in handcuffs and lead off. She took off like a shot. She needed to get her girl help. In anyway that she could.
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