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Tawa Deawest

Chapter 1

"Uh oh…" This was wrong. Totally, completely, horribly wrong. "You didn't add the blueberries?"

"Um…"

"Willow! How are we going to find her?" Willow and Tara had tried, yet again, to change the color of Miss Kitty Fantastico's fur. Unfortunately, without the key ingredient, specifically, the ingredient with the desired color, the poor kitten had become invisible.

"We'll feel around…or something. Do we know a reversal spell?"

"Um, I'm not sure." Tara replied, distracted, as she crawled around the room, "Here Miss Kitty, come to Tara."

Willow opted to check the spell-book they had been using to carry out her second idea.

"Found anything?"

"No-wait! Yes! Here it is! Just give me a sec." Willow read the counter-spell aloud, and 'poof' the witch's beloved cat appeared again, rubbing against Tara's desk.

"See?" The young woman smiled, "We fixed her-good as new."

"Luckily. You know, Will, you should be more careful next ti-"

"Me?" Willow asked in disbelief. "Sure; I forgot the blueberries, but I didn't see you checking that we had everything!"

Tara sighed. "You're right. Sorry I came down all hard on you. I was just scared that we'd lose-"

"I know." Willow grinned, comfortingly, "I was scared too. But we fixed everything, right? No harm done."

"Right." Tara nodded. One of these days, she knew that Willow was going to make a drastic mess-up. She was too confident-cocky, even, and Tara knew that sort of an attitude led to carelessness, which was not something that meshed well with magic.

"Well, It's getting kind of late, so I think I'd better get going." Willow stood up from her seat on the floor and gathered her belongings from the carpet. "I'll see you tomorrow." She said, pecking her girlfriend on the lips as she left.

"Good night." Tara called after her.

Willow quietly shut the door as she entered her dorm room. Buffy was out patrolling, and her roommate had no clue as to when she'd be returning. If the witch's guess was correct, it wouldn't be any time soon. That was good, as far as Willow was concerned. Tonight; Willow was going to attempt something great-whether Tara liked it or not, and she really didn't want anyone interrupting her concentration.

Willow took a deep breath, removed the spell from her desk drawer, and set to work, lighting candles and mixing herbs, while chanting the incantation. Everything was done to perfection as the spell progressed, forming a small ball of swirling orange energy, when the last two ingredients were added; a lock of Tara's hair, which Willow had secretly cut during one of their long snuggle sessions, and blood. Willow winced as her dagger's sharp blade pierced her skin, causing crimson droplets to drip into the mixture. The orange sphere was turning a deep red, and Willow was in the midst of saying the last line of the spell, when the wooden door opened to reveal none other than Tara.

"Hey, Willow, you left some of your stu-What are you doing?" Tara gasped, infuriated that her girlfriend would attempt such a dangerous spell without her. She didn't recognize the words or ingredients, but she knew that anything with blood couldn't be good.

"Tara-get out of here!" Willow cried, frightened of the possibilities of a spell malfunction while her lover was present.

"Willow, you have to stop this!"

"Tara, I'm not a little girl!" She hated it when her girlfriend scolded her.

"Well you're definitely acting like one!" The witch stated, angered by Willow's stubbornness.

"Baby-"

"Don't 'Baby' me Willow. If you really cared; you'd stop doing this!" Tara

"I-Woah." Willow was hit with a wave of nausea as a sinking feeling came over her. "Tara?" The witch murmured groggily as her head hit the ground, and she was pulled into blackness.