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031- Tara, Oz, Lorne Fics, Ficlets
Two pieces out of a work called "Fallen" which stars Tara, Oz, Lorne, Ethan, and Willow as main characters. The product of me not being forcibly knocked out at 3 am
Title: I Know You From Somewhere
Author: Bakatulip
Rating: G
Prompt: 031, Oz, Tara
Characters: Oz, Tara
A/N: The first part of Fallen
Words: 337
For the longest time I was just running. I don’t know how I got out, but I know I didn’t want to go back and they had other ideas. That’s when I figured out the blessings that are crowded buildings, easy to get lost in a bar or a club- though when I was alive that really wasn’t my place.
I only ever went to one club- The Bronze. And I only went with Willow, she loved it there. Too noisy, and you get bumped around too much. I guess that’s an up-side to being a disembodied spirit- people just go right through you. Then they tend to blink, get confused, and pretend it never happened. Well most people anyways…
“Whoa, look out” she heard a voice, but as she turned to see who was behind her, he tripped and fell through her, “Whoa.”
Tara spun to face him. “Oh… um…” she tried to think of some explanation, but he just stood there with a pensive look on his face. He extended his arm and passed it right through her stomach.
Tara took a step back. “Sorry… personal bubble.”
He nodded, “You’re a ghost.”
“Would you believe it if I said you’re the first person who hasn’t freaked out an pretended it never happened?”
“I’m from Sunnydale, not much phases you after that.”
She nodded, in agreement. “Yeah, quite a place.”
“So, you from there? You look familiar.”
“Oh, I studied at the university…” she studied him closely before a flicker of recognition crossed her face. “You tried to er… eat me once.” She wished she had some better phrasing.
His mouth twitched and he nodded, “That was you? Huh. Sorry about that. Nothing personal.”
“We never formally met... I’m Tara.”
“Oz.”
The two of them stood in silence for a moment.
“How’s Willow?” Oz asked.
“Well erm… I haven’t seen her since I… you know… died and all.”
“Oh.”
Silence.
Oz reached out and passed his arm through her stomach again.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“A lot, actually.”
Title: Reason
Author: Bakatulip
Rating: PG
Prompt: 031, Tara, Lorne
Characters: Tara, Lorne
A/N: 4th part of "Fallen"
Words: 882
I couldn’t sleep. More accurately I don’t sleep. So while Oz was snoozing away on the motel bed, I went out for a walk, back to the park where we were earlier. Hopefully the van’ll be fixed tomorrow so we can get going. Not sure where we’re going really. Just going.
So out for a walk. I went down to the river, and that’s when I saw him, the guy from the club- I couldn’t see his face but I could still tell it was him, cause he was, you know, still dressed in trench coat and fedora- standing by the riverbank…
The pair stood a few feet away, both silent for a long time. It was Tara who spoke first. “Lose a shoe?” she asked, an attempt at making conversation.
“Lost something, sweet cheeks. Not a shoe though.” He said. “What’s a girl like you doing out here, alone at night? Something might get you.”
“I’m not really worried about that.” She said. “I’m not exactly human… anymore…” she paused. “Neither are you.”
He lifted his face and she finally got a good glimpse of him, green skin, red eyes, horns. “Well you’re certainly not the weakest link. What’s your name?”
“Tara Maclay.”
“Well, Tara… you still didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here? You got places to be, honey.” He said, turning to stare at his reflection in the water. He hadn’t told someone their path in years, he didn’t have the energy in him anymore to do so, but something about her, something about this girl was refreshing, she was going places.
“Places? How do you know?”
“I’m an empath demon, sweetie. That’s what I do. I heard you singing earlier, and even now, your soul is just screaming it, seeing as, well all you are now is soul.”
“Where am I supposed to go?”
He sighed and looked back at her. “Not sure, the picture’s fuzzy. But it’s dark, then it’s bright. Things need fixing.”
Tara tucked a length of her long blonde hair behind her ear, “That’s nice… nice and vague.”
“No need to be snippy.” He said.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to snip. I’m just… frustrated.”
He nodded, “Dead before your time, I can see why you’d be frustrated.”
She sighed and kicked at a rock by her foot. It didn’t go anywhere, she had no way to affect it, but it did make her feel better. “It was… probably the best day of my life… I’d just gotten back together with my girlfriend after way too long. And out of nowhere.” She made a finger gun by extending her index finger and thumb. She looked at it with some disdain and shook her hand, shaking it away.
“I don’t like guns,” the green man said.
“Yeah, they make me kinda nervous.”
He picked up a stone at his feet and tossed it into the river, watching the ripples. “Do you know where she is?”
“Who?”
“Your girlfrend?”
Tara folded her arms around herself, clutching herself for comfort. “I don’t know, I haven’t… seen Willow since-”
“Willow?” he asked. “She wouldn’t happen to be a cute little red-haired witch would she?”
Tara’s eyes widened, “You know her?”
“Barely, I didn’t really talk to her, but she helped us with a little Angelus crisis a while back.”
“How is she?” Tara asked, “Is she okay? Or…w-was she? When you saw her?”
He paused, trying to put it to words. “She acted okay, but her soul… her soul was blue… was that after you…?”
Tara nodded, “I guess so.”
“Maybe… maybe we should clear that fuzzy picture up. Can you sing for me?”
“Sing?” Tara asked. She shifted nervously, “Alright.” She cleared her throat. A sad smile crossed her lips as she began to sing.
I lived my life in shadow, never the sun on my face…
It didn’t seem so sad though, I figured that was my place…
She looked up at him, wondering if that was enough, she couldn't keep singing anyways- too painful. His red eyes were wide and there was a hint of a smile starting the crack through his darkened demeanor. “Oh honey, this is big. Champion-like big.”
Tara shook her head vigorously, “Champion? I’m not a champion, no champion here. I’m just me.”
“Sweetie, you died for a reason.” He said firmly. “There’re things you have to do.”
“Things? What kind of things?” She asked.
“Well first,” he said, looking like he’d take her hands if they were corporeal. “You gotta go back where you came from. Back to where it happened.”
“Back to… Sunnydale?” She said. “But it’s a hole in the ground?”
“Remember… someplace dark, then some place light.” He said.
She hung her head, eyes focused on the ground as thoughts raced around in circles in her head, one after another like a dog chasing a cat chasing a mouse chasing a piece of cheese with legs. “Alright.” She said, a slight smirk settling on her lips. “But you’re coming too.”
“Oh no,” he stepped back shaking his head, “Sugar, I can’t do that. It’s not my place.”
“Do you have a place?” she asked.
He looked back at the river, eyes distant.
“Then come with us. Me and Oz. You’ll have a place.” She smiled, “It looks like you’ve been alone long enough.”
Title: I Know You From Somewhere
Author: Bakatulip
Rating: G
Prompt: 031, Oz, Tara
Characters: Oz, Tara
A/N: The first part of Fallen
Words: 337
For the longest time I was just running. I don’t know how I got out, but I know I didn’t want to go back and they had other ideas. That’s when I figured out the blessings that are crowded buildings, easy to get lost in a bar or a club- though when I was alive that really wasn’t my place.
I only ever went to one club- The Bronze. And I only went with Willow, she loved it there. Too noisy, and you get bumped around too much. I guess that’s an up-side to being a disembodied spirit- people just go right through you. Then they tend to blink, get confused, and pretend it never happened. Well most people anyways…
“Whoa, look out” she heard a voice, but as she turned to see who was behind her, he tripped and fell through her, “Whoa.”
Tara spun to face him. “Oh… um…” she tried to think of some explanation, but he just stood there with a pensive look on his face. He extended his arm and passed it right through her stomach.
Tara took a step back. “Sorry… personal bubble.”
He nodded, “You’re a ghost.”
“Would you believe it if I said you’re the first person who hasn’t freaked out an pretended it never happened?”
“I’m from Sunnydale, not much phases you after that.”
She nodded, in agreement. “Yeah, quite a place.”
“So, you from there? You look familiar.”
“Oh, I studied at the university…” she studied him closely before a flicker of recognition crossed her face. “You tried to er… eat me once.” She wished she had some better phrasing.
His mouth twitched and he nodded, “That was you? Huh. Sorry about that. Nothing personal.”
“We never formally met... I’m Tara.”
“Oz.”
The two of them stood in silence for a moment.
“How’s Willow?” Oz asked.
“Well erm… I haven’t seen her since I… you know… died and all.”
“Oh.”
Silence.
Oz reached out and passed his arm through her stomach again.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“A lot, actually.”
Title: Reason
Author: Bakatulip
Rating: PG
Prompt: 031, Tara, Lorne
Characters: Tara, Lorne
A/N: 4th part of "Fallen"
Words: 882
I couldn’t sleep. More accurately I don’t sleep. So while Oz was snoozing away on the motel bed, I went out for a walk, back to the park where we were earlier. Hopefully the van’ll be fixed tomorrow so we can get going. Not sure where we’re going really. Just going.
So out for a walk. I went down to the river, and that’s when I saw him, the guy from the club- I couldn’t see his face but I could still tell it was him, cause he was, you know, still dressed in trench coat and fedora- standing by the riverbank…
The pair stood a few feet away, both silent for a long time. It was Tara who spoke first. “Lose a shoe?” she asked, an attempt at making conversation.
“Lost something, sweet cheeks. Not a shoe though.” He said. “What’s a girl like you doing out here, alone at night? Something might get you.”
“I’m not really worried about that.” She said. “I’m not exactly human… anymore…” she paused. “Neither are you.”
He lifted his face and she finally got a good glimpse of him, green skin, red eyes, horns. “Well you’re certainly not the weakest link. What’s your name?”
“Tara Maclay.”
“Well, Tara… you still didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here? You got places to be, honey.” He said, turning to stare at his reflection in the water. He hadn’t told someone their path in years, he didn’t have the energy in him anymore to do so, but something about her, something about this girl was refreshing, she was going places.
“Places? How do you know?”
“I’m an empath demon, sweetie. That’s what I do. I heard you singing earlier, and even now, your soul is just screaming it, seeing as, well all you are now is soul.”
“Where am I supposed to go?”
He sighed and looked back at her. “Not sure, the picture’s fuzzy. But it’s dark, then it’s bright. Things need fixing.”
Tara tucked a length of her long blonde hair behind her ear, “That’s nice… nice and vague.”
“No need to be snippy.” He said.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to snip. I’m just… frustrated.”
He nodded, “Dead before your time, I can see why you’d be frustrated.”
She sighed and kicked at a rock by her foot. It didn’t go anywhere, she had no way to affect it, but it did make her feel better. “It was… probably the best day of my life… I’d just gotten back together with my girlfriend after way too long. And out of nowhere.” She made a finger gun by extending her index finger and thumb. She looked at it with some disdain and shook her hand, shaking it away.
“I don’t like guns,” the green man said.
“Yeah, they make me kinda nervous.”
He picked up a stone at his feet and tossed it into the river, watching the ripples. “Do you know where she is?”
“Who?”
“Your girlfrend?”
Tara folded her arms around herself, clutching herself for comfort. “I don’t know, I haven’t… seen Willow since-”
“Willow?” he asked. “She wouldn’t happen to be a cute little red-haired witch would she?”
Tara’s eyes widened, “You know her?”
“Barely, I didn’t really talk to her, but she helped us with a little Angelus crisis a while back.”
“How is she?” Tara asked, “Is she okay? Or…w-was she? When you saw her?”
He paused, trying to put it to words. “She acted okay, but her soul… her soul was blue… was that after you…?”
Tara nodded, “I guess so.”
“Maybe… maybe we should clear that fuzzy picture up. Can you sing for me?”
“Sing?” Tara asked. She shifted nervously, “Alright.” She cleared her throat. A sad smile crossed her lips as she began to sing.
I lived my life in shadow, never the sun on my face…
It didn’t seem so sad though, I figured that was my place…
She looked up at him, wondering if that was enough, she couldn't keep singing anyways- too painful. His red eyes were wide and there was a hint of a smile starting the crack through his darkened demeanor. “Oh honey, this is big. Champion-like big.”
Tara shook her head vigorously, “Champion? I’m not a champion, no champion here. I’m just me.”
“Sweetie, you died for a reason.” He said firmly. “There’re things you have to do.”
“Things? What kind of things?” She asked.
“Well first,” he said, looking like he’d take her hands if they were corporeal. “You gotta go back where you came from. Back to where it happened.”
“Back to… Sunnydale?” She said. “But it’s a hole in the ground?”
“Remember… someplace dark, then some place light.” He said.
She hung her head, eyes focused on the ground as thoughts raced around in circles in her head, one after another like a dog chasing a cat chasing a mouse chasing a piece of cheese with legs. “Alright.” She said, a slight smirk settling on her lips. “But you’re coming too.”
“Oh no,” he stepped back shaking his head, “Sugar, I can’t do that. It’s not my place.”
“Do you have a place?” she asked.
He looked back at the river, eyes distant.
“Then come with us. Me and Oz. You’ll have a place.” She smiled, “It looks like you’ve been alone long enough.”