BtVS/PtL FIC :: New Beginnings [Willow/Alex] PG13
Title: New Beginnings
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Feedback address: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Date Written: 13-24 December 2006
Word Count: 2215
Pairing: Willow Rosenberg/Alex Moreau, mention of Willow/Tara & Willow/Kennedy
Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Poltergeist: the Legacy crossover
Rating: PG13
Summary: New beginnings may be exactly what Willow needs…
Warnings: Only if you have issues with the concept of two women loving each other, both emotionally and carnally.
Spoilers: Well, hopefully you've seen the ends of both shows. Otherwise, this'll have some potential spoilers for you…
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions & Passion & Perfection ONLY. Please contact the author for any other archival requests.
Link to: http://bdkk.shatterstorm.net/
Website: ShatterStorm Productions’ Doggie Duo’s Fanfic
PtL Disclaimer: This story is an original work of amateur fiction, and is written purely for the private entertainment of P:TL fans. This story is no way affiliated with Trilogy, MGM Worldwide Television or the Sci-Fi Channel. The characters are their property, and this story is not meant to infringe upon the copyrights of MGM, Trilogy, or anybody else who owns an interest in "Poltergeist: the Legacy".
BtVS Disclaimer: "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television, Sandollar Television, WB Television Network, and United Paramount Network. . This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," the WB, UPN, or any representatives of the actors.
Ficathon Notes: Written for celievamp for the Dead of Winter 2006 Ficathon over at Passion & Perfection. The requests I was given were as follows:
Request One:
Fandom(s): Babylon 5
Pairing(s): Susan/Delenn
Rating: however it turns out
Squicks: nope
Prompt: Three is a sacred number to the Mimbari but Susan doesn't like to share.
Request Two:
Fandom(s): Poltergeist the Legacy/Buffy
Pairing(s): Alex / Willow
Rating: however it turns out
Squicks: nope
Prompt: A new witch is in town and the Legacy aren't sure about her motivations.
Request Three:
Fandom(s): Farscape/Firefly
Pairing(s): Zoe/Aeryn
Rating: however it turns out
Squicks: nope
Prompt: One war is much like another when all you know is how to fight.
Author's Notes: When I first saw the various requests coming in, I zeroed in on this one because it had a PtL story in it. I even requested this set of prompts, and was thrilled to see that I did end up getting it. I've always adored Alex and Willow both, and even had written the start of something for that pairing many years ago.
So I gave this one some serious thought. I even considered pulling out that older behemoth of a story to revamp and post. But then I realized that it just wasn't going to work that way; there was far too much crap to wade through to make that older story plausible for this.
And then NaNo, the holidays, and our power outages happened. Yeah, all of those are hideously good at killing the creative buzz for a story like this. But I did what I could and really pushed on this particular storyline idea. And finally, a week later, I'm posting it up. I sincerely hope my recipient doesn't hate me overmuch for that…
Beta: Thanks to jaina47 for the basic beta. Muchly appreciated!
Dedication: To my muses, as usual…
Written for celievamp
"New Beginnings"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Dear Tara --
It's funny how time really does fly when you think you're having fun. Or when you're trying to keep yourself as far away from old, familiar triggers to old, far too familiar wounds. Then again, there are those people who would say that writing letters to your dead lover ranks pretty high up there for triggering old wounds. My mother would be the first to say that. Kennedy would be the second. Or would you be the second? I'm not really sure anymore…
But this helps me, you know? Really makes me feel like I can be just a nice, normal girl, like I was before all the insanity that's become my life began. Of course, if that was the case, then I'd be going back to before I met Buffy, before the Hellmouth opened up all those years ago. And that would mean I'd never have met you. And I think that's the part that scares me the most about it. Even with everything I did wrong, you were the best thing in my life, baby. And I think you always will be. There's not a day that goes by that I don't miss you like crazy.
So here we are with this journal of mine. I admit to using just a little bit of magic to keep it attuned to me and only me. Oh sure, I have a failsafe spell on it that if something happens to me, Giles can open it, but my guess is that if something that awful happens to me, he'll be in the same fate as me anyway. So kinda redundant, really. But not so surprising, you know? Besides, I can always modify the original spell to allow someone else the appropriate access. It would just be a minor modification really, a simple sort of counter spell that would allow me to give different people different access levels to this journal of mine: Giles, Buffy, Angel, Alex…
Yeah, Alex. About her…
Well, before I get into the whole big saga of Alex, I suppose I should go back to the beginning of life A.T. After Tara. I went a little nutso, to put it mildly. I did things that you would be so disappointed in. I killed people, Tara, I willfully killed, tortured. It wasn't pretty. And my only defense is that I was grieving and getting revenge on those who were involved in your death. If I could have, I'd have done the same resurrection spell on you that I'd done on Buffy, but some small sane corner of my brain knew you wouldn't want that. And somehow I chose to become a dark version of myself to get the revenge I felt I needed to compensate for the painful loss of you in my life.
I went and became even more obsessed with magic, especially dark magic. And then, I really did go cold turkey. Not like when I told you I did. It was hard, especially with everything going on. And then there was all that hassle with helping Buffy train and create more Slayers. Oh, you'd have liked that part, Tara. The spell that we created to enable more than one Slayer at a time, it was absolute brilliance.
That whole situation was how I met Kennedy. She was another potential Slayer. She was… I was feeling alone, and she helped keep the loneliness at bay. I can't say that I'm sorry I met her, as she had and has great potential. But I am sorry I ever got together with her. We ended up in South America at one point. It was very strange living there. She basically became a rebel, helped the locals in their internal power struggles. More like a mercenary, I suppose, than a rebel. And her ethics? Yeah, they were lacking in ways I really don't like. Not that I can talk much, considering the whole dark magic issue, but you know what I mean.
So while we were in South America, I did some computer work. And yeah, I did some hacking here and there. It kept food on the table and usually kept us protected by one faction or another. The really sad thing was when I realized I was hacking for both sides of a mini-war. It wasn't until I was trying to hack in for the one side that I realized I was trying to hack into my own protections and passwords. And then I realized what kind of life I was living.
When I voiced my concerns to Kennedy, she didn't seem to care. As long as she had food, shelter, and the ability to use her Slayer skills, she was happy. And the thing is? She could get sex from anyone, so it wasn't like I really had anything to bargain with, other than trying to appeal to her sense of right and wrong. Yeah, that was defective. So I packed up my things, caught the first flight back to proper civilization, and came back to the States.
I've been at Berkley for the past six months now, working toward my Masters degree in social work, of all things. The things I saw, the atrocities I witnessed in South America really changed my perspective on life and what's fair and good. I figured social work was a great place to start. And I'm technically working on a second Masters degree in computer sciences. I've gotten really good at that. I've met some great people, too. San Francisco is much more alive and artsy than Sunnydale ever was. I really feel like I belong here, you know? Anything I want, I can find somewhere in the city.
And living in South America, amid all that war and famine, really changed me. I'm nowhere near as materialistic as I used to be. Not that I ever really was, but I'm even less so now. And I'm way more confident in myself and my abilities. You'd be so proud, Tara. And wow! The girls that hit on me now? It's kinda fun to be sexy and attractive, you know?
But I can tell you about that later. I should get back to work, or I'll never get these theses finished.
Love you and miss you still,
Willow
The knock at the door startles me. "Just a minute!" I call, hitting save and locking my computer before I get up. Glancing at the clock, I realize just how late it's gotten. I peer out the peephole and smile at who's standing there. "Professor Moreau!" I reply as I open the door. "This is a surprise."
"Hey, Willow," she says, matching my grin. "Are you busy? I tried to call, but you weren't answering your phone."
I can feel the frown gathering between my eyes at her statement. "My phone should be on. I never turn it off, unless…" Turning around, I dig into my purse, then my backpack, but don't find my cell phone. This starts me on a search of my entire apartment, grumbling under my breath as I go.
"I think I found it," Alex finally says, startling me into remembering that she's even here. I turn to see she's standing next to the couch I've been using as a bed lately, holding up my phone. I grimace as I remember what's lying so close to where she's standing.
"Damn," I mutter and sheepishly take the phone from her to plug it into its charger. "Sorry, Professor Moreau, I guess I lost track of my phone. Sometimes I get a little caught up in things and forget what's important."
Geez, Willow, babble much? Didn't I outgrow that when I was with Tara? What was that I was just writing about self-confidence?
"Willow, I've told you before, you can call me Alex," she replies with a grin. "It makes me feel so old when students call me Professor Moreau." I've never noticed just how pretty she can be when she smiles. I mean, it's kinda sexy. "So anyway, I was hoping you'd be available to get together for coffee or something. There are a few things I'd like to discuss with you."
"Are there issues with my exams or something? I mean, I know I'm trying to do a lot of coursework and everything, but I thought I was managing okay."
"No, you're doing fine, Willow," she reassures me. "It's not that at all. I actually wanted to discuss some prospective career opportunities for you. I've been watching you this semester and I've seen tremendous potential in you."
I don't bother to hide my surprise, blinking at her words. Wow! The last time I really remember someone saying that to me was… Miss Calendar. Well, and Giles, of course. "Um, thank you. I'm available now, if you want me." My face feels like it's on fire, I'm blushing so hard. Why am I such a dundermouth around her? I feel like I'm trying to get to know Tara all over again. Oh… "I mean, my schedule's pretty open right now. I've been catching up on some studying and working on ideas for my theses."
"Really? What ideas do you have?" She moves closer to my desk. "If you're willing to share your ideas with me, of course."
I can see the glimmer of the geek in her eyes. It really is kinda sexy. It only takes a couple of steps to get back to my desk and minimize the window with Tara's letter. There's a slight pang of something as I do, but I pull up the outline and schematics I've been working on anyway. As I launch into my ideas, she pulls up a chair and grabs for the nearby notebook and pen to jot down her own notations and suggestions. I haven't felt this energized by a brainstorming session since…
I get up suddenly and head into the kitchen. "Um, can I get you something to drink? I've been a bad hostess. My mother would be so disappointed."
"Tea is fine, if you have any," Alex replies with a warm smile. "And if you don't, whatever you have will be fine."
Turning into the kitchen to hide the flush I can feel rising in my cheeks at her smile, I dig out some rosehip tea and fireweed honey. I busy myself with making the tea, just for something to do. "So, Pro -- Alex, do you think my thesis committees will accept these ideas I've got? I mean, I don't want to get all this work set up and then be told it's not right."
"I'm sure both ideas will work," she assures me. "You may need to do a little tweaking here and there, but both are sound options. And all you have to do is ask, and I'll be more than happy to give you some guidance along the way." I can hear her getting up, not exactly surprised that she's coming into the kitchen. "Willow, can I ask you something? Who's Tara? If it's too personal, you don't have to answer it."
I can't speak for a long moment. I haven't shared anything about Tara with anyone at Berkley since I came back from South America. She's been my secret, my treasured memories of a lifetime ago, only shared with the people that knew her. Do I dare do this now? But I trust Alex. Don't I?
"I'm sorry, Willow." Her voice cuts into my thoughts to startle me. "You don't need to answer that."
"No!" I reply, wincing at the sharp neediness in my tone. "I want to. I just wasn't sure what I was gonna say. Tara… Tara was my girlfriend. She was the first girl that really made me feel confident about myself and what I’m capable of. She was also the first person I hurt by doing what I thought was best for her."
"She's passed away, hasn't she?" Alex asks, one hand touching my arm when I nod. She gets this weird look on her face, and I notice my arm feeling all tingly where she touched it. "Oh. Oh my. Willow, how could you do that? How did you do it?"
"Hunh? Do what?"
"You skinned him alive?"
I wince and nod, turning back to the now-whistling teapot. "It's nothing I'm proud of, that's for sure," I reply slowly, pouring the water into the cups. "It just… I was feeling so angry, so lost without Tara. I just lost it, you know? I wanted revenge. I've spent years trying to atone for that. I hardly ever touch magic anymore. It's too dangerous for me, like an addiction." And then it dawns on me. "Wait! How did you know about that?"
Now it's her turn to grimace sheepishly. "I'm kind of clairvoyant, a little precog, mostly psychometry. Not many people know about it, and it's never really worked with touching another person before." She takes a deep breath and meets my gaze. "I think we need to have a talk. There are some things I need to share with you."
"Okay, sure," I say and hand her a cup of tea. I follow her to the couch and sit down, trying to get myself comfortable.
"I work for a very special organization…"
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Feedback address: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Date Written: 13-24 December 2006
Word Count: 2215
Pairing: Willow Rosenberg/Alex Moreau, mention of Willow/Tara & Willow/Kennedy
Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Poltergeist: the Legacy crossover
Rating: PG13
Summary: New beginnings may be exactly what Willow needs…
Warnings: Only if you have issues with the concept of two women loving each other, both emotionally and carnally.
Spoilers: Well, hopefully you've seen the ends of both shows. Otherwise, this'll have some potential spoilers for you…
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions & Passion & Perfection ONLY. Please contact the author for any other archival requests.
Link to: http://bdkk.shatterstorm.net/
Website: ShatterStorm Productions’ Doggie Duo’s Fanfic
PtL Disclaimer: This story is an original work of amateur fiction, and is written purely for the private entertainment of P:TL fans. This story is no way affiliated with Trilogy, MGM Worldwide Television or the Sci-Fi Channel. The characters are their property, and this story is not meant to infringe upon the copyrights of MGM, Trilogy, or anybody else who owns an interest in "Poltergeist: the Legacy".
BtVS Disclaimer: "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television, Sandollar Television, WB Television Network, and United Paramount Network. . This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," the WB, UPN, or any representatives of the actors.
Ficathon Notes: Written for celievamp for the Dead of Winter 2006 Ficathon over at Passion & Perfection. The requests I was given were as follows:
Request One:
Fandom(s): Babylon 5
Pairing(s): Susan/Delenn
Rating: however it turns out
Squicks: nope
Prompt: Three is a sacred number to the Mimbari but Susan doesn't like to share.
Request Two:
Fandom(s): Poltergeist the Legacy/Buffy
Pairing(s): Alex / Willow
Rating: however it turns out
Squicks: nope
Prompt: A new witch is in town and the Legacy aren't sure about her motivations.
Request Three:
Fandom(s): Farscape/Firefly
Pairing(s): Zoe/Aeryn
Rating: however it turns out
Squicks: nope
Prompt: One war is much like another when all you know is how to fight.
Author's Notes: When I first saw the various requests coming in, I zeroed in on this one because it had a PtL story in it. I even requested this set of prompts, and was thrilled to see that I did end up getting it. I've always adored Alex and Willow both, and even had written the start of something for that pairing many years ago.
So I gave this one some serious thought. I even considered pulling out that older behemoth of a story to revamp and post. But then I realized that it just wasn't going to work that way; there was far too much crap to wade through to make that older story plausible for this.
And then NaNo, the holidays, and our power outages happened. Yeah, all of those are hideously good at killing the creative buzz for a story like this. But I did what I could and really pushed on this particular storyline idea. And finally, a week later, I'm posting it up. I sincerely hope my recipient doesn't hate me overmuch for that…
Beta: Thanks to jaina47 for the basic beta. Muchly appreciated!
Dedication: To my muses, as usual…
Written for celievamp
"New Beginnings"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Dear Tara --
It's funny how time really does fly when you think you're having fun. Or when you're trying to keep yourself as far away from old, familiar triggers to old, far too familiar wounds. Then again, there are those people who would say that writing letters to your dead lover ranks pretty high up there for triggering old wounds. My mother would be the first to say that. Kennedy would be the second. Or would you be the second? I'm not really sure anymore…
But this helps me, you know? Really makes me feel like I can be just a nice, normal girl, like I was before all the insanity that's become my life began. Of course, if that was the case, then I'd be going back to before I met Buffy, before the Hellmouth opened up all those years ago. And that would mean I'd never have met you. And I think that's the part that scares me the most about it. Even with everything I did wrong, you were the best thing in my life, baby. And I think you always will be. There's not a day that goes by that I don't miss you like crazy.
So here we are with this journal of mine. I admit to using just a little bit of magic to keep it attuned to me and only me. Oh sure, I have a failsafe spell on it that if something happens to me, Giles can open it, but my guess is that if something that awful happens to me, he'll be in the same fate as me anyway. So kinda redundant, really. But not so surprising, you know? Besides, I can always modify the original spell to allow someone else the appropriate access. It would just be a minor modification really, a simple sort of counter spell that would allow me to give different people different access levels to this journal of mine: Giles, Buffy, Angel, Alex…
Yeah, Alex. About her…
Well, before I get into the whole big saga of Alex, I suppose I should go back to the beginning of life A.T. After Tara. I went a little nutso, to put it mildly. I did things that you would be so disappointed in. I killed people, Tara, I willfully killed, tortured. It wasn't pretty. And my only defense is that I was grieving and getting revenge on those who were involved in your death. If I could have, I'd have done the same resurrection spell on you that I'd done on Buffy, but some small sane corner of my brain knew you wouldn't want that. And somehow I chose to become a dark version of myself to get the revenge I felt I needed to compensate for the painful loss of you in my life.
I went and became even more obsessed with magic, especially dark magic. And then, I really did go cold turkey. Not like when I told you I did. It was hard, especially with everything going on. And then there was all that hassle with helping Buffy train and create more Slayers. Oh, you'd have liked that part, Tara. The spell that we created to enable more than one Slayer at a time, it was absolute brilliance.
That whole situation was how I met Kennedy. She was another potential Slayer. She was… I was feeling alone, and she helped keep the loneliness at bay. I can't say that I'm sorry I met her, as she had and has great potential. But I am sorry I ever got together with her. We ended up in South America at one point. It was very strange living there. She basically became a rebel, helped the locals in their internal power struggles. More like a mercenary, I suppose, than a rebel. And her ethics? Yeah, they were lacking in ways I really don't like. Not that I can talk much, considering the whole dark magic issue, but you know what I mean.
So while we were in South America, I did some computer work. And yeah, I did some hacking here and there. It kept food on the table and usually kept us protected by one faction or another. The really sad thing was when I realized I was hacking for both sides of a mini-war. It wasn't until I was trying to hack in for the one side that I realized I was trying to hack into my own protections and passwords. And then I realized what kind of life I was living.
When I voiced my concerns to Kennedy, she didn't seem to care. As long as she had food, shelter, and the ability to use her Slayer skills, she was happy. And the thing is? She could get sex from anyone, so it wasn't like I really had anything to bargain with, other than trying to appeal to her sense of right and wrong. Yeah, that was defective. So I packed up my things, caught the first flight back to proper civilization, and came back to the States.
I've been at Berkley for the past six months now, working toward my Masters degree in social work, of all things. The things I saw, the atrocities I witnessed in South America really changed my perspective on life and what's fair and good. I figured social work was a great place to start. And I'm technically working on a second Masters degree in computer sciences. I've gotten really good at that. I've met some great people, too. San Francisco is much more alive and artsy than Sunnydale ever was. I really feel like I belong here, you know? Anything I want, I can find somewhere in the city.
And living in South America, amid all that war and famine, really changed me. I'm nowhere near as materialistic as I used to be. Not that I ever really was, but I'm even less so now. And I'm way more confident in myself and my abilities. You'd be so proud, Tara. And wow! The girls that hit on me now? It's kinda fun to be sexy and attractive, you know?
But I can tell you about that later. I should get back to work, or I'll never get these theses finished.
Love you and miss you still,
Willow
The knock at the door startles me. "Just a minute!" I call, hitting save and locking my computer before I get up. Glancing at the clock, I realize just how late it's gotten. I peer out the peephole and smile at who's standing there. "Professor Moreau!" I reply as I open the door. "This is a surprise."
"Hey, Willow," she says, matching my grin. "Are you busy? I tried to call, but you weren't answering your phone."
I can feel the frown gathering between my eyes at her statement. "My phone should be on. I never turn it off, unless…" Turning around, I dig into my purse, then my backpack, but don't find my cell phone. This starts me on a search of my entire apartment, grumbling under my breath as I go.
"I think I found it," Alex finally says, startling me into remembering that she's even here. I turn to see she's standing next to the couch I've been using as a bed lately, holding up my phone. I grimace as I remember what's lying so close to where she's standing.
"Damn," I mutter and sheepishly take the phone from her to plug it into its charger. "Sorry, Professor Moreau, I guess I lost track of my phone. Sometimes I get a little caught up in things and forget what's important."
Geez, Willow, babble much? Didn't I outgrow that when I was with Tara? What was that I was just writing about self-confidence?
"Willow, I've told you before, you can call me Alex," she replies with a grin. "It makes me feel so old when students call me Professor Moreau." I've never noticed just how pretty she can be when she smiles. I mean, it's kinda sexy. "So anyway, I was hoping you'd be available to get together for coffee or something. There are a few things I'd like to discuss with you."
"Are there issues with my exams or something? I mean, I know I'm trying to do a lot of coursework and everything, but I thought I was managing okay."
"No, you're doing fine, Willow," she reassures me. "It's not that at all. I actually wanted to discuss some prospective career opportunities for you. I've been watching you this semester and I've seen tremendous potential in you."
I don't bother to hide my surprise, blinking at her words. Wow! The last time I really remember someone saying that to me was… Miss Calendar. Well, and Giles, of course. "Um, thank you. I'm available now, if you want me." My face feels like it's on fire, I'm blushing so hard. Why am I such a dundermouth around her? I feel like I'm trying to get to know Tara all over again. Oh… "I mean, my schedule's pretty open right now. I've been catching up on some studying and working on ideas for my theses."
"Really? What ideas do you have?" She moves closer to my desk. "If you're willing to share your ideas with me, of course."
I can see the glimmer of the geek in her eyes. It really is kinda sexy. It only takes a couple of steps to get back to my desk and minimize the window with Tara's letter. There's a slight pang of something as I do, but I pull up the outline and schematics I've been working on anyway. As I launch into my ideas, she pulls up a chair and grabs for the nearby notebook and pen to jot down her own notations and suggestions. I haven't felt this energized by a brainstorming session since…
I get up suddenly and head into the kitchen. "Um, can I get you something to drink? I've been a bad hostess. My mother would be so disappointed."
"Tea is fine, if you have any," Alex replies with a warm smile. "And if you don't, whatever you have will be fine."
Turning into the kitchen to hide the flush I can feel rising in my cheeks at her smile, I dig out some rosehip tea and fireweed honey. I busy myself with making the tea, just for something to do. "So, Pro -- Alex, do you think my thesis committees will accept these ideas I've got? I mean, I don't want to get all this work set up and then be told it's not right."
"I'm sure both ideas will work," she assures me. "You may need to do a little tweaking here and there, but both are sound options. And all you have to do is ask, and I'll be more than happy to give you some guidance along the way." I can hear her getting up, not exactly surprised that she's coming into the kitchen. "Willow, can I ask you something? Who's Tara? If it's too personal, you don't have to answer it."
I can't speak for a long moment. I haven't shared anything about Tara with anyone at Berkley since I came back from South America. She's been my secret, my treasured memories of a lifetime ago, only shared with the people that knew her. Do I dare do this now? But I trust Alex. Don't I?
"I'm sorry, Willow." Her voice cuts into my thoughts to startle me. "You don't need to answer that."
"No!" I reply, wincing at the sharp neediness in my tone. "I want to. I just wasn't sure what I was gonna say. Tara… Tara was my girlfriend. She was the first girl that really made me feel confident about myself and what I’m capable of. She was also the first person I hurt by doing what I thought was best for her."
"She's passed away, hasn't she?" Alex asks, one hand touching my arm when I nod. She gets this weird look on her face, and I notice my arm feeling all tingly where she touched it. "Oh. Oh my. Willow, how could you do that? How did you do it?"
"Hunh? Do what?"
"You skinned him alive?"
I wince and nod, turning back to the now-whistling teapot. "It's nothing I'm proud of, that's for sure," I reply slowly, pouring the water into the cups. "It just… I was feeling so angry, so lost without Tara. I just lost it, you know? I wanted revenge. I've spent years trying to atone for that. I hardly ever touch magic anymore. It's too dangerous for me, like an addiction." And then it dawns on me. "Wait! How did you know about that?"
Now it's her turn to grimace sheepishly. "I'm kind of clairvoyant, a little precog, mostly psychometry. Not many people know about it, and it's never really worked with touching another person before." She takes a deep breath and meets my gaze. "I think we need to have a talk. There are some things I need to share with you."
"Okay, sure," I say and hand her a cup of tea. I follow her to the couch and sit down, trying to get myself comfortable.
"I work for a very special organization…"