Do I Know You?
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, but I do own Sophie :)
AN: This chapter takes place during the summer between seasons 2 and 3, when Buffy ran off to L.A.
Tara materialised in complete darkness, having no idea where she was. As her eyes slowly adjusted, she realised that she was in a graveyard. A very familiar graveyard.
"I'm in Sunnydale" she whispered to herself as she made her way through the graveyard, trying to think of what to do next. Her first instinct was to find Willow, but the fact that she didn't know exactly when in Sunnydale's history she was made this difficult. For all she knew, Willow might not have even been born yet.
"Hey there, little lady." Tara spun around, panicking when she saw a group of vampires making their way towards her. "Wanna join us for dinner?" Tara turned and ran, only to find herself face to face with another group of vampires. She was surrounded, and there were way too many to fight on her own. Tara knew she was in big trouble, and desperately hoped that some form of Buffy was in this time, hopefully patrolling nearby. As the vamps closed in, Tara laid an arm over her stomach in a vain attempt at protecting her baby. She tried to fight, but was soon overwhelmed. But just as it seemed all hope was lost, one of the vamps crumbled into dust. The others, not seeing the source of their companion's demise, panicked and fled, knocking Tara to the ground as they ran. She watched wide-eyed as the teenage Xander and Oz, armed with crossbows, sprinted by in pursuit of the vamps, but her attention quickly shifted to the familiar young redhead who stopped to help her to her feet.
"Are you okay? Those uh, gangs always doing PCP are getting pretty rough these days."
"I'm fine, thanks" Tara smiled. "And I know those guys were vampires, you don't have to hide anything from me."
"Good" said teenage Willow, visibly relaxing. "'Cause if I had to explain why the guys went after them with crossbows, I had nothing." She wrinkled her brow, staring at Tara for a second. "Um, do I know you? I feel like I know you somehow."
"I used to hang out at The Bronze a lot when I was younger" Tara replied, comforted by the fact that technically, she wasn't lying. "Maybe that's it. I'm Tara, by the way."
"Willow. Um, maybe you should stick with me for awhile, I don't feel right leaving you alone after you've just been attacked." With no argument from Tara, the pair headed off in the direction that the boys had gone. "Hey, if you know about vampires then how come you were wandering around a cemetery without a stake? That's kinda big no-no number one."
"I had one, but I must have dropped it somewhere" Tara lied.
"Oh" Willow began rummaging around in the bag she had slung over her shoulder, pulling out a stake and a bottle of holy water, both of which she handed to Tara. "Take these, I've got plenty." Tara smiled in thanks, happy to now have some form of defence if she was attacked again. She held onto the stake, while tucking the holy water into the front pocket of her jeans. The young Willow couldn't help but notice the way Tara's free hand soon moved back to rest protectively on her stomach. "Are you pregnant?"
"Yeah" Tara smiled. "It's early, so you can't see that much yet.."
"I see it" Willow smiled back, rubbing her future wife's stomach. "Hey there, little one!"
"Will!" called Xander's voice as he ran towards them with Oz close behind. "Man, you should have seen us! We were on fire tonight, right Oz?" Oz just nodded. The group headed out of the graveyard. Tara couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy as she saw Oz sling an arm around Willow's shoulders and watched her snuggle into his side.
"Do you want one of us to walk you home?" Willow asked when they reached the cemetery gates.
"No, I'll be fine" Tara smiled, holding up the stake Willow had given her before heading off in the opposite direction. "Bye!"
"Bye!" Willow called after her.
And a year later when Willow met a beautiful but shy blonde at the campus wicca group, she couldn't help thinking she'd seen her somewhere before...