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    You Do NOT Get to Say Her Name

    “Tara?” Willow asked cautiously. The blonde hadn’t moved or even opened her eyes, her hands sat softly in her lap and her chest rose and fell evenly. Kneeling in front of the blonde, Willow scooped her hands into her own. “Baby, are you ok?”

    “Willow?” Tara’s voice was thick and croaky as though she had just awoken from an exceptionally long sleep.

    “It’s me baby. Are you alright?”

    Tara opened her eyes and smiled softly as she considered the question. “I think I am.” she said, looking lovingly into the green orbs before her.

    Buffy and Giles sat in silence in the corner of the room, Buffy’s head hung as she tried to absorb everything she had learnt in such a short space of time.

    Looking to Giles, she opened her mouth to speak but was cut off immediately when he smiled. “You saw?” she asked.

    “We did.” he replied simply.

    “So it’s something we can deal with?” Tara asked. She appeared to be the only one in the small group who still had no idea what was causing her violent and primal outbursts.

    “A simple binding should do it.” Willow told her with a grin as she helped Tara to her feet.

    “Oh, thank the Goddess!” the relief in Tara’s voice was clear and she hugged Willow tightly.

    “Tara, baby?” the redhead squeaked into the embrace. “Oxygen becoming and issue!”

    Buffy and Giles giggled quietly, the memory of the last time she had used those very words filled their minds and they were glad that everything had worked out so well in that encounter.

    “We should really get back. I have to take the potentials out.” Buffy said slowly. “Plus, I’m starving!”

    Nodding in agreement, Giles lead the way to the front door. “And the things Willow will need for the binding are all at the house anyway!”

    Following the others towards the front door, Tara stopped suddenly, her hand in Willows causing the redhead to turn and regard her questioningly.

    “Erm guys?” Tara’s voice cut into each individual trail of thought. “What am I?” she asked, a part of her really not wanting to know the answer but the witch in her knowing she had to.

    Buffy and Giles paused before the steps and turned to her. Looking to Willow, Giles smiled as she nodded her approval for him to relay the information.

    “Tara, I don’t know how but I do have a theory why, but you have been embodied with slayer power. You are the first slayer reborn, blessed with her inherent power, strength and unfortunately her lust for the kill!” he said proudly.

    “I… Me?? But…” Tara looked to Willow, hoping somehow that Giles was wrong although she knew the chances of that were remote.

    “The binding will help you to control the power and focus it in the right direction.” Willow told her softly. “I don’t know how, but you really are a slayer, the slayer!”

    Looking to Buffy, Tara shook her head. “Really?”

    “It explains how you can throw and dodge me!” Buffy admitted.

    “Now I think we should get back and have something to eat. We can research how this happened after dinner!” Giles said, the excitement of this new development was clear in his voice and the women all giggled softly as they followed him back to the Summers’ house to reveal their news.

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