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020- A Short Vacation on the Other Side
Title: A Short Vacation on the Other Side
Author: bakatulip
Rating: PG
Words: 480
Characters: Kennedy, Tara, Willow
Setting: Between Chosen and The Long Way Home
A/N: I used the idea from the play Carousel that life on earth moves quicker than in the hearafter so this short conversation with these two in heaven, would be one month on earth. Also I snuck in my firm belief (as well as
penny_earrings's firm belief) that Tara will be back.
Kennedy let out a frustrated grunt. If there had been a wall, Kennedy would’ve kicked it. “This is so unfair! I’m too young to die. I’m too pretty to die!” she cried, folding her arms over her chest with a huff.
“I think you also might be a little too stubborn to stay d-dead.” Came a voice from behind her.
Kennedy spun, her eyes falling on a woman whom she’d only seen in photographs over Willow’s shoulder, snatched away and hidden before she could actually get a good look at her. It didn’t matter. She knew, she knew who this girl was. She tapped her foot impatiently. “Tara Maclay.”
The blonde nodded. “Hi, Kennedy.”
“What are you doing here?”
“You mean besides being dead?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kennedy shifted her weight from foot to foot. “Okay, good point. You got me there.”
Tara sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. “You know this isn’t your time, right? You’re still needed in the realm of the living.”
“All I know is I’m dead and I don’t like it.”
The blonde couldn’t help but smile. “You’re willful.” She said, not so much informing her, just musing to herself. “I’ve been watching… you… and her… and I wanted to thank you…”
“Thank me? For what, I stole your girl.”
Tara shook her head. “You saved her. You were selfish and pushy and you showed her… that there was still love for her in this world. And she needed to know that. She still needs it… which is why I’m going to help send you back.”
Kennedy’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “If you have that kind of power, why don’t you just go back to her yourself? Why didn’t you before?”
The blonde smiled sadly. “I’ll be back, if I’m needed, when I’m needed… but right now, it’s you that Willow needs.”
The brunette frowned. “But it’s you she loves… more than me.”
Tara didn’t reply, she just smiled sagely as her and everything around her began to fade and Kennedy’s eyes fluttered open to see Willow’s face, tired and tear streaked.
“Willow?” she whispered softly.
“Kennedy? You’re… you’re awake, you’re alive…”
Shakily, the slayer sat upright. “How long was I out for?”
“A month… well… thirty days, twenty hours and seventeen minutes.” The witch informed her, the facts out of the way, Willow melted and threw her arms around Kennedy clutching her tightly and crying softly. “What was it like?” she managed to ask.
“It’s like… it’s like I was dreaming…” she whispered hugging her gently. It still felt like she was dreaming. Like she was watching Willow’s embrace, not living it. These questions, these tears, these hugs, they weren't meant for her... “Will… maybe we should take things slowly for a while…”
Kennedy’d made up her mind.
If she’s needed…
When she’s needed…
She would be needed…
Author: bakatulip
Rating: PG
Words: 480
Characters: Kennedy, Tara, Willow
Setting: Between Chosen and The Long Way Home
A/N: I used the idea from the play Carousel that life on earth moves quicker than in the hearafter so this short conversation with these two in heaven, would be one month on earth. Also I snuck in my firm belief (as well as
penny_earrings's firm belief) that Tara will be back.
Kennedy let out a frustrated grunt. If there had been a wall, Kennedy would’ve kicked it. “This is so unfair! I’m too young to die. I’m too pretty to die!” she cried, folding her arms over her chest with a huff.
“I think you also might be a little too stubborn to stay d-dead.” Came a voice from behind her.
Kennedy spun, her eyes falling on a woman whom she’d only seen in photographs over Willow’s shoulder, snatched away and hidden before she could actually get a good look at her. It didn’t matter. She knew, she knew who this girl was. She tapped her foot impatiently. “Tara Maclay.”
The blonde nodded. “Hi, Kennedy.”
“What are you doing here?”
“You mean besides being dead?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kennedy shifted her weight from foot to foot. “Okay, good point. You got me there.”
Tara sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. “You know this isn’t your time, right? You’re still needed in the realm of the living.”
“All I know is I’m dead and I don’t like it.”
The blonde couldn’t help but smile. “You’re willful.” She said, not so much informing her, just musing to herself. “I’ve been watching… you… and her… and I wanted to thank you…”
“Thank me? For what, I stole your girl.”
Tara shook her head. “You saved her. You were selfish and pushy and you showed her… that there was still love for her in this world. And she needed to know that. She still needs it… which is why I’m going to help send you back.”
Kennedy’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “If you have that kind of power, why don’t you just go back to her yourself? Why didn’t you before?”
The blonde smiled sadly. “I’ll be back, if I’m needed, when I’m needed… but right now, it’s you that Willow needs.”
The brunette frowned. “But it’s you she loves… more than me.”
Tara didn’t reply, she just smiled sagely as her and everything around her began to fade and Kennedy’s eyes fluttered open to see Willow’s face, tired and tear streaked.
“Willow?” she whispered softly.
“Kennedy? You’re… you’re awake, you’re alive…”
Shakily, the slayer sat upright. “How long was I out for?”
“A month… well… thirty days, twenty hours and seventeen minutes.” The witch informed her, the facts out of the way, Willow melted and threw her arms around Kennedy clutching her tightly and crying softly. “What was it like?” she managed to ask.
“It’s like… it’s like I was dreaming…” she whispered hugging her gently. It still felt like she was dreaming. Like she was watching Willow’s embrace, not living it. These questions, these tears, these hugs, they weren't meant for her... “Will… maybe we should take things slowly for a while…”
Kennedy’d made up her mind.
If she’s needed…
When she’s needed…
She would be needed…