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Viximon - Somehow? Beginning of season four, my friend. But don't worry. Veruca will make her appearance soon enough... leading to an interestingly tense moment between Willow and Tara, to be sure. I'm glad you like!

MissKittys Ball O Yarn - Tara's hopes are dashed, yes. But that's the great thing about Fanfic. I get to play God (or Willow) and ressurect them.

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Title: A Year of Souls
Author: Naeryn
Spoilers: Only if you never knew that Willow and Tara were together. Which, honestly, if you dont, then youre in for a surprise on this site.
Ratings: R/NC17 I say both because NC17 generally only refers to scenes of a sexual nature, while in here theres rather descriptive violence as well. Or there will be.
Feedback: I will love you like you've never been loved before.
Disclaimer: The day I own Willow and Tara is the day the earth rotates backwards and hell freezes over and all the Canadians down there start playing hockey!
*Several of the invented words/phrases (Mooch me comes to mind) are my own. Feel free to steal them in whatever way you choose.*
Notes: Coffee is an amazing invention, isn't it?



        Willow looked at the stack of textbooks on her bed. She couldnt just leave them there, Buffy would be all over her with the teasing and the laughing she picked up a couple of them and carried them over to the desk, sorting them by subject into different slots and stacks and compartments. Grabbing her laptop, she tucked it under her arm and headed for the door.
        One hand on the doorknob, she paused. She looked at the phone, almost longingly, then shook her head. Why am I thinking about calling her already? I dont even have her number, so its not like I even could. She shook her head, then turned and headed out the door. Mocha-y goodness, here I come!



        Tara kept her head down, clutching her own book tightly to her chest as she walked towards the door to Stevenson Hall. She gave you her number. The adorable redhead gave you her number. Goddess, you have the redheads phone number. WillowWhat a beautiful name. Willow. Willows phone number She blinked a few times as her vision started to swim.
        She pushed her way outside and stumbled a little along the bike path, heading towards her own dorm building. She wasnt sure why she was acting shy now, there wasnt anyone around. Still she dropped her head so her hair framed and hid her face from view. She hadnt lied, exactly. She had class it just wasnt for another hour and a half. So how was it that she was here, walking along the bike path, away from Willow, from the woman shed admired for three and a half weeks now, almost since the beginning of the semester, when all she wanted to do was drop her book, turn around, run back to her and cover her with kisses? You know why, you fool. Shes straight. Even if she wasnt, do you honestly think shed be interested in you? No ones ever been before, why the hell would that change now? Just because shes even more beautiful than any other girl youve ever been interested in, and straight to boot?
        Tara let out a loud sigh. Her dorm loomed ahead. She knew what shed do now shed go into her room. Shed she shook her head. Then shed lie there for an hour before she tugged down her sleeves and skirt and grabbed her psych book again and headed out to pretend that all was right with the world. Like everything was always right with the world, when really, it never was.



        Hey, Will! Long time no you buying me a cappuccino!
        Willow rolled her eyes. Hey Xander. Isnt it a little early to be all moochy?
        Nah. Early for college going girl maybe, but if you hadnt noticed, its three in the afternoon. Plenty late enough for moochage. He grinned and held out his hand. So. Mooch me.
        Willow laughed brightly. Mooch me? Yet another brilliant phrase from mister Harris, huh? She shook her head and fiddled around in her purse. She handed him three bucks. Here. Go Cappuccinoize. She found it kind of annoying the way he always begged off her and Buffy, but she shrugged it off. After all, he didnt have a particularly reliable source of income as of yet, he was bouncing back and forth between minimum-wage jobs, through no fault of his own. You could never really be secure with a McJob like that. So she bore it, knowing hed supply what was needed for her and for Buffy when he could.
        Five minutes later, Xander came bouncing back, coffee in hand, to further distract the redhead from her computer screen. So. Dont you have, like, class or something? I mean, not that I dont wanna hang, Im always up for some good Willow talking, or hanging, or possibly hacking into government files, but doesnt psych start at three thirty? Youre fifteen minutes from campus. And its a big campus.
        Willow paused a moment, then checked the little clock in the corner of her computer screen. It did, in fact, read three-oh-two. Oh, jeez youre right, Xand. Walsh time. She trailed off and her eyes half-focused somewhere past Xanders head. He waved his hand in front of her eyes and snapped his fingers, trying to bring her back to reality.
        Uh, Will? Something on your mind?
        Oh, no. I just met this girl today, when this guy bumped into me and knocked all my books all over the place. Wasnt totally the guys fault, I mean, it was an awkward load, but he could have said sorry at least. Anyway, she carried some of them back to What?
        Xander blinked. Merciful Zeus Will, how many books did you have?
        Only about well sort of maybe well, eleven texts, two workbooks and a stack of papers, but thats not the point! Anyway, she had her own book and I noticed it was a psych text. I was just wondering if shes in Walshs psych 101 class, and if she is, why I havent noticed her before.
        Xander shook his head at his friends seeming obsession with school. Then he looked up, grinning. Oooh, Will. Got a crush?
        Willow fixed Xander with a deathglare to end all deathglares. No, Xander. Get your mind out of the gutter for once, would you? She just seemed nice, and really shy. Probably doesnt have many friends
        Hey, Will, if you wanna dabble in the love that dare not speak its name, Im not going to stand in your way. In fact, if you need someone to talk to about it he leaned in. Im ALL ears.
        Willow just rolled her eyes, closing her laptop and fighting the urge to smack Xander upside the head. Right, Xander. You have fun with that. Anyall be real pleased.
        Xander just swallowed. Uh, I meant, about, like, emotion stuff. Not, like yeah. Okay. Bye Will. He quickly got up and walked away before she could go through with her not-so-subtle threat.
        The redhead laughed and shook her head, carrying the last of her chocolate-overload mocha with her as she headed back to the campus, hopefully in time to not be late for psych. She hated being late with a fiery passion.



        Tara gripped the cuffs of her long sleeves, pulling them as far down over her hands as she could. Her arms were wrapped tightly around the same book shed been carrying before, the psych text. She knew she was early she hated being early but she couldnt resist. The redhead Willow was in the class. She sat down in the fifth row, near the aisle, next to a blond girl who didnt seem all that interested in psychology because she kept drifting off to sleep. Or just acting really weirdly. Now that she knew her name, maybe maybe they could talk before class started.
        She hurried in, almost tripping over the hem of her long skirt as she did so. She straightened and blushed, hoping no one had seen. Casting a glance around the room, Tara realized Willow hadnt arrived yet. She checked her watch. She wasnt that early, only five minutes. Willow was always here at least ten minutes early, she knew. She shrugged to herself. Maybe shed gotten distracted with the blond let out a sigh and hurried up to the top of the room to take her seat. She sat behind a really tall guy. She liked it that way, because she could lean just a little to the side and get a great view of Willow, but she never got called on to answer questions.
        Her attention focused on the entrance just as the redhead walked in, followed by her friend, the blond girl she always saw her with, and who sat next to her, and, Tara suspected, the person who slept in the second bed in Willows dorm room. Tara smiled a lopsided grin. She may never be able to be anything to this girl but goddess, did she love to watch her.



        Willow walked into the classroom, relieved that she wasnt too late. Shed bumped into Buffy at the dorm room they shared. The blond girl was just a foot or so behind her. I dont know if shes in this class, Buffy, but I think
        Will, why does it matter so much? You gave her our number, right? So if she wants to hang, shell call. Then comes the hanging, and the spending of the time this isnt hard, you know the drill.
        I know, but well, Im not sure shell call. Its just that she seemed so shy. I mean, like me before I met you. If someone had given me her phone number then, even if Id wanted to call, I wouldnt have. I would have sworn to you that it was a set up and they were gonna laugh at me or something. Willow sighed. And I just really want her to call. I dont even really know why.
        Buffy rolled her eyes. Taking the shy girl under your wing? Arent you being a little jump-the-gun-y? I mean, maybe shes just shy at first and shes actually some crazy wild woman with tons of friends who gets drunk and parties every weekend.
        I dont know, maybe, but somehow I doubt oh, hey! Willows eyes caught a flash of blond hair in the very back row, and closer inspection as close as could be, given the distance revealed that it was, in fact, the girl shed met just an hour and a half ago. Was it really that recent? Willow thought to herself. It feels like longer
        Hey? Hey what? Buffys voice snapped Willow out of her babblish musings.
        Thats her. The redhead pointed up at the girl. Thats Tara. Huh.
        What?
        Its just that no one ever sits in the back row hey, Buffy, would you mind sitting alone today? I want to go say hi, and I think Im gonna sit up there.
        The other girl rolled her eyes again. No problem, Will. With a faint laugh to herself, Buffy made her way to her own seat, prepared to try once again to pay attention to Professor Walsh, knowing, somehow, that shed fail yet again, and wind up dreaming of Parker. Or maybe Riley? He made one cute TA, after all
        Willow made her way up to the back row, keeping her eyes on Tara the whole way. When she got within a few feet, she smiled. Hey. Tara, right? Mind if I sit here? Todays class is supposed to be all boring, and I dont really feel like listening to Buffy extolling the virtues of Parker Abrahms for the next hour.
        Tara looked up at her apprehensively. Why did she come up here? What if she sees? Rather than letting her fears show, however, she shook her head, a nervous smile on her lips. As Willow sat down, she tightened her arms around herself. After a moment, she broke the silence. P-Parker?
        Willow giggled. Yeah. This guy Buffys been seeing for all of a week now. Shes practically smitten. Its usually cute, but can get irritating after awhile, when you have other things on your mind. She shrugged, not sure how to explain what she meant. Not even sure what she meant.
        Tara nodded. Ill b-bet. Willow giggled. Thats so cute!
        So you, um, r-really like psych? Tara wondered why she felt so compelled to start up a conversation with the girl who now sat next to her. Very closely next to her.
        Its fascinating. I mean, the brain is so complex, even that of a baby, and once you throw the nurture element in there she stopped talking, realizing that Tara was watching her with a half-amused expression on her face. Uh yeah. I like psych.
        Tara smiled and turned to face the class or pretended to.
        For the next hour the two sat, the only ones in the back row, in companionable silence as Professor Walsh talked on about the ID, Ego, and Superego. Towards the end, Willow turned to face Tara again. She didnt notice the blond girls eyes dart away shed been watching the redhead almost the entire class.
        Hey, want to go out and get some coffee sometime after class? Im pretty busy today and tomorrow, but Im free on Thursday. Around four? Willow grinned.
        Tara couldnt refuse. Um o-o-okay.