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Tara quotes offa Buffy The Vampire Slayer... � Tara (to Willow): You said "recon." You're, like, cool monster fighter. Willow: Don't worry, we're sure to spot Faith first. She's like this cleavagy slutbomb walking around going [mocking tone] "Ooh, check me out, I'm wicked cool, I'm five by five." Tara: Five by five? Five what by five what? Willow: See, that's the thing. No one knows.� Willow: Next thing I know this crazed vamp is like running right at me and I know if it gets past me there's no telling who's in danger next. Tara: Come on, you have fun. Admit it�living the scooby life. Willow: I was going for a kind of stoic bravery, but yeah.� Tara: The Slayer does not walk in this world.� Buffy: I walk. I talk. I shop, I sneeze. I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. There's trees in the desert since you moved out. And I don't sleep on a bed of bones. � Tara: You thought Dracula was sexy?� Willow: Oh! No. He, he was...yuck.� Anya: Right, except for the whole tall, dark, and handsome thing? Yucko.� Xander: How would you know?� Anya: Well, we hung out a few times. Back in my demon days, you know, once or twice. He's pretty cool.� You know, from, from a whole...evil thing perspective. � Willow: We can come by between classes! Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens...but it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know, insane. Tara: I said "quirky."� � Buffy: Where did you send him? Anya: The land of the trolls. He'll like it there. Full of trolls.� Willow: It's hard to be precise, though. Alternate universes don't stay put. Trying to send him to a specific place is sort of like...like...trying to hit a...puppy, by throwing a live bee at it. Which is a weird image, and you should all just forget it. Anya: It's possible that he's in the land of perpetual Wednesday...or the crazy melty land...or, you know, the world without shrimp. Tara: There's a world without shrimp? [Willow looks at her] I'm allergic.� Tara (to buffy). You think you know what you are, what's to come. You havnt even begun Tara: "Yeah, you learn her source, and we'll introduce her to her insect reflection. (everyone stops & stares at her) Th-that was funny if you, um, studied taglarin mythic rites... and are a complete dork." Riley: "Then how come Xander didn't laugh?" Xander: "I don't know that taglarin stuff." Riley: "Oh." � Tara: She's not your friend.� Willow: I may have overestimated the "you liking her" factor.� Tara: No, no. I mean, I don't... I don't think she's... her.� Willow: You lost me.� Tara: Well, a person's energy has a flow, a unity. Buffy's was ... was fragmented. It grated, like something forced in where it doesn't belong. Plus, she was... she was kind of mean. Oz (grabbing her arm) But there's something to talk about? Are you two involved?! Tara: I have, I have to go. Oz: Because she never said anything like that to me like that. We talked all night, and she never� (Tara tries to leave, Oz grabs her by the shoulders.) No, stop!!! Is she in love with you? Tell me! Is she? (He starts to turn into wolfman) Run. � Tara: You still need an elective. How about... sophomore-level psychology? Willow: Oh... kinda psyched out since Professor Walsh. Maybe something fun, like drama. I could be dramatic. (To Miss Kitty Fantastico) "You cannot have more catnip! You have a catnip problem." � Tara: Willow? � Willow: Yeah? � Tara: (eyes opening) Start out slow doing what? � Willow opens her eyes. � Willow: (in a soft voice) Oh. We're gonna float the rose.� Then use the majiks to pluck the petals off, one at a time. It's a test of synchronicity.� Our minds have to be perfectly attuned to work as a single delicate implement. � Tara: (a moment, then smiles) Cool. � Tara: It-it was my grandma's, I think.� I found it a long time ago in my attic. (hesitantly) I-I want you to have it. � Willow: Oh, no, Tara.� Th-that's really sweet.� I can't.� It's like a family heirloom.� I-I just wouldn't feel comfortable. � Tara looks a little hurt and she puts the crystal away.� Willow see this. � Willow: But i-if you wanted to try out some spells with it some time, I wouldn't say no. � Tara: (eager) Maybe tonight.� I mean, if you're not doing something you could . . come over and we could do something. (smiles) � Willow: (uncomfortable) Tonight . . . That sounds really nice.� But tonight I, uh, already have plans with people. Other. � Tara: (hurt again) Oh.� Um, that's okay.� Another . . time. � Willow: Absolutely.� It's just tonight, it-it's kind of a specific crowd.� You might feel out of place. � Tara: Willow? � Willow: (sheepishly) A funny thing happened with my prior social engagement.� Pretty much ended when a friend of mine went off to do something with another crowd she hangs out with.� Irony is kind of ironic that way. (hopefully) Anyway, I know it's late, but I-I thought maybe-- I mean, if you still wanted to . . . do something? � Tara just smiles and opens the door wider to let her inside.� She closes the door. WILLOW: It wasn't anything really. Buffy was just a little crabby at Dawn about her schoolwork. TARA: Well, it's understandable. (puts something on the bed, turns back to close the closet door) WILLOW: Yeah, sure it is. I'd totally be blowing off classes if I were in Dawnie's shoes. TARA: (smiles) Sweetie, you wouldn't blow off a class if your head was on fire. (goes over to the sink) And, I meant Buffy. WILLOW: (putting on earrings) Buffy what?� TARA: Understandable about the crabby. She has to look after Dawn now.� WILLOW: (putting on a jacket) Yeah, but not in a Miss Minchin's Select Seminary For Girls way. I mean, she's just gonna make Dawnie more rebellious. TARA: I had to deal with my brother's problems after ... I mean, you can't really know what it's like to- WILLOW: Yeah, I know that.� � Tara makes a noise of displeasure, frowns, sits on the bed next to Willow.� � TARA: I, I didn't mean to- WILLOW: No, I just ... I ... I know I can't know what you went through. (Tara frowns) But I just ... (fake laugh) It's no big. TARA: I made you mad.� WILLOW: No. No.� TARA: All I meant was- WILLOW: No, it's okay. This whole Buffy thing, let's just forget it.� TARA: No, please. I mean, I mean, tell me if I said something wrong, otherwise I know I'll say it again. Probably often and in public. WILLOW: No, I was snippy gal. It's just ... I know I can't ... on some level ... (sighs) it's like my opinion isn't worth anything because I haven't been through ... (sighs) I didn't lose my mom, so I don't know. TARA: Well ... I-I'm not the expert. I mean, I've only lost the one.� � Willow gives a sympathetic smile. Tara looks anxious.� � TARA: (uncertainly) Do ... I act like ... the big knowledge woman?� � Wide shot of the two of them sitting on the bed, facing each other, with at least a foot separating them. � WILLOW: (weakly) No.� TARA: Is that no spelled Y-E-S?� WILLOW: S-O-R-T of. (Tara frowns) I mean, I just feel like the-the junior partner. You've been doing everything longer than me. You've been out longer ... you've been practicing witchcraft way longer. TARA: Oh, but you're way beyond me there! In just a few- I mean ... it frightens me how powerful you're getting. WILLOW: (frowns) That's a weird word.� TARA: (nervous smile) "Getting"? WILLOW: It frightens you? *I* frighten you?� TARA: (jumps up from the bed) That is *so* not what I meant. I meant i-impresses - impressive. WILLOW: Well, I took Psych 101. I mean, I took it from an evil government scientist who was skewered by her Frankenstein-like creation before the final, but I know what a Freudian slip is. � Tara looks upset.� � WILLOW: D-don't you trust me?� TARA: With my life.� WILLOW: That's not what I mean.� TARA: Can't we just go to the fair?� WILLOW: I don't feel real multicultural right now. (stands up) Wh ... what is it about me that you don't trust? TARA: It's not that. I worry, sometimes. You're, you're changing so much, so fast. I don't know where you're heading. WILLOW: Where I'm heading?� TARA: I'm saying everything wrong.� WILLOW: No, I think you're being pretty clear. This isn't about the witchcraft. It's about the other changes in my life. TARA: I trust you. I just ... (looks down) I don't know where I'm gonna fit in ... in your life when... WILLOW: When ... I change back? Yeah, this is a college thing, just a, a little experimentation before I get over the thrill and head back to boys' town. � Pause. � WILLOW: You think that?� TARA: Should I?� WILLOW: I'm really sorry that I didn't establish my lesbo street cred before I got into this relationship. You're the only woman I've ever fallen in love with, so ... how on earth could you ever take me seriously? � She walks toward the door.� � TARA: Willow, please!� WILLOW: Have fun at the fair.� � Willow storms out. Tara stands there looking upset.� � WILLOW: Tara, Tara, are you okay?� TARA: It's dirty. It's all dirty. And all over me!� � She begins brushing at her stomach as if to brush off dirt.� � TARA: Dirty. Dirty. I'm bad. Bad. (whimpering)� WILLOW: (crying) Tara. Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.� � Willow pulls Tara's head down onto her shoulder and rocks her gently.� Willow looks sad. Tara looks confused.� � DOCTOR: She your sister?� � TARA: I-i-it has to be verified, of course. Anyone can tell you that. Of course. (looking from one person to the next) Of course, of course. WILLOW: (staring at Tara) She's my everything.� DOCTOR: Well, you can get her released first thing in the morning. But she's gotta spend one night in the psych ward. Just for observation. We'll keep an eye on her, do a couple basic tests, then you can take her home. Does that sound fair? (Willow nods uncertainly) Well, sit tight then, and I'll send a nurse by in a few minutes to pick up Tara. GLORY: I told you this wasn't over.� TARA: No. The place is cracking! It's cracking! Cracking, no, no, no!� � Dawn looks anxiously at Tara as Willow tries to calm her.� � DAWN: No, Tara, it's okay. TARA: (gasping, staring at Dawn) Oh, look at that, look at that. The light!� � Buffy is staring at Glory but turns to look at Tara at this.� � TARA: Oh, it's so pure! Such pure green energy!� � Dawn gasps and looks over at Glory in fear.� � Glory begins to smile � � � � � �