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] There's nothing we can't face. Anya
] Except for bunnies.
[Tara sees some guys checking her out
: Oh my god. I'm cured. I want the boys.
: Tha-that's right! The-the volume. The text. Giles
: What text? Willow
: The volumey text. You know? The-the mmummrfugh report. Xander
: The what now? Tara
: Oh, there's just a few volumes back at the house that deal with mystical chants, bacchanals... It might be relevant. Willow
: Yeah, we could, um... Giles
: Well, I'm a hair's breadth from investigating bunnies at the moment, so I'm open to anything. Willow
: Great, we'll, uh, go check it out and uh, we'll give you a call. Tara
: Yeah, this could blow the whole thing wide open.
: There was this entire verse about the couscous.
] We have to try. We'll pay the price, it's do or die. Buffy
: Hey I've died twice.
: [singing to Willow in their bedroom
] The moon to the tide, I can feel you inside. I'm under your spell.
[lies down on the bed
: Surging like the sea,
[Willow leans over her, smiling
: pulled to you so helplessly. I break with every swell.
[Willow moves downward, under Tara's waist line
: Lost in ecstasy. Spread beneath my Willow tree. You make me complete!
[her body slowly levitates and hovers over the bed
: You make me complete. You make me complete. You make me...
] I've got a theory we should work this out. Xander
] It's getting eerie, what's this cheery singing all about?
] Will this do a thing to change her?/Am I leaving Dawn in danger?/Is my slayer too far gone to care? Xander
] What if Buffy can't defeat it? Anya
] Beady Eyes is right, we're needed!
[Looks at Willow and Tara
: Or we could just sit around and glare.
[the gang all get up and make for the door
] We'll see it through/It's what we're always here to do/So we will walk through the fire.
] And we are caught in the fire/The point of no return/So we will walk through the fire/And let it/Burn/Let it burn.
] Where do we go... from here? Buffy
] Where do we go... from here? Giles
] The battle's done/And we kind of won Tara
] So we sound our victory cheer/Where do we go from here? Xander
: Why is the path unclear/When we know home is near? Xander
] Understand we'll go hand in hand
[all join hands
: But we'll walk alone in fear.
[all release hands and walk off in different directions
] Tell me! Xander
: Where do we go from here?/When does the end appear? Spike
: [In the middle of singing "appear" he suddenly stops and speaks
] Bugger this.
: [to Buffy
] What did you sing about? Buffy
] I don't remember. But i-it seemed perfectly normal. Xander
: But disturbing. And not the natural order of things, and do you think it'll happen again? Giles
: I don't know. I should look into it. Willow
: With the books. Tara
: Do we have any books on this? Xander
: Well, we just gotta break it down. Look at the factors before it happens again. Because I for one... Giles
: [Giles begins to sing, interrupting Xander
] I've got a theory/That it's a demon/A dancing demon! No, something isn't right there.
: Yeah. You learn her source, and, uh, we'll introduce her to her insect reflection.
[pause. everyone stares
: Um, th-that was funny if you, um, if you studied Taglarin mythic rites... and are a complete dork. Riley Finn
: Oh. Then how come Xander didn't laugh? Xander Harris
: I don't know that Taglarin stuff.
: Best birthday. Willow
: I still can't believe you didn't tell me about your family and all that. Tara
: I was just afraid if you saw the kind of people I came from, you wouldn't want to be anywhere near me. Willow
: See... that's where you're a dummy. I think about what you grew up with and then I look at what you are. It makes me proud. It makes me love you more.
: Tell me a story. Tara
: Okay. Once upon a time, there was, um... a kitty. She was very little, and she was all alone, and nobody wanted her. Willow
: This is a very upsetting story.
: [about Spike punching her to see if his chip would go off
] He hit my nose! Willow
] And it hurt! Uh, him, I mean. Buffy Summers
: [to Mr. Maclay
] And that only works on humans. Tara
: [softly, to Willow
] I'm not a demon. Willow
] You're not a demon.
: At the pound there were lots of other kitties, and there were puppies, and some ferrets... Willow
: Were there dolphins? Tara
: Yes. Many dolphins at the pound.
: Every time I-
[takes a deep breath
: even when I'm at my worst... you always make me feel special.
: How do you do that? Willow
: When did morning happen? Tara
: After the moon went down.
[Willow giggles, kisses Tara
: I think something might be going on with Spike and Buffy. I mean, she looked so hurt when she saw him with Anya. I think maybe... Tara
: [in a rush
] They've been sleeping together. Willow
] No. I wouldn't go that far. Tara
: No, I mean, she told me they've been sleeping together. Willow
: Sleeping together? You mean, like, the naked kinda together?
: Hey, clothes. Tara
: Better not get used to 'em. Willow
: Mmm, yes ma'am.
[pulls Tara closer and kisses her
: We were able to decipher pretty much everything, except these. Tara
: I-It isn't written in any ancient language we could identify. Xander
: It's Klingon. They're - They're love poems.
[after Dawn learns Willow and Tara are back together
: [exiting a room with nothing but a sheet
] Uh, that's my cue to go put some clothes on.
[not immediately aware she's been shot, seeing her blood on Willow
: Your shirt...
: [to Buffy
] You think you know what's to come, what you are. You haven't even begun.
: [In Willow's dream
] I think it's strange. I mean, I think I should worry that we haven't found her name. Willow
: Who, Miss Kitty?
[Shot of their kitten, playing with a ball of red yarn in slow-motion
: You'd think she'd let us know her name by now. Willow
: She will. She's not all grown yet.
: [Backstage, Willow's dream
] Things aren't going very well. Willow
] No! This drama class is just... I think they're really not doing things in the proper way, and now I'm in a play and my whole family's out there, and... why is there a cowboy in "Death of a Salesman" anyway? Tara
] You don't understand yet, do you? Willow
: [Frowns, looks around and whispers
] Is there something following me? Tara
: Yes. Willow
: Well, what, uh, what should I do? The, the play's gonna start soon, and I don't even know my lines. Tara
: The play's already started. That's not the point.
: [Buffy's dream, standing outside the bedroom in her house
] Faith and I just made that bed. Tara
: For who? Buffy Summers
: I thought you were here to tell me.
[looking back at bed
] Buffy Summers
: The guys aren't here, are they? We were gonna hang out and, watch movies t... Tara
] You lost them. Buffy Summers
] Buffy Summers
: No. I think they need me to find them.
[Shot of the digital alarm clock next to the bed, showing 7:30 AM
] Buffy Summers
: It's so late. Tara
: Oh... that clock's completely wrong. Here.
[Shot of Tara holding out the Tarot card "Manus" - the hands. It has a picture of two hands crossed, one open, the other balled into a fist
] Buffy Summers
: I'm never gonna use those. Tara
: You think you know... what's to come... what you are. You haven't even begun. Buffy Summers
: [Buffy frowns
] I think I need to go find the others. Tara
: [She leaves. Tara whispers
] Be back before dawn.
: I thought vengeance demons only punished men who wronged women. Halfrek
: Oh, that was Anya's little raison d'etre. Most of us try to be a little more well-rounded. And actually, we prefer "justice demon". Okay? FYI.
: I had a muscle cramp. Buffy was, uh, helping. Tara
: A muscle cramp... in your pants? Spike
: What? It's a thing.
: How's that cramp, Spike? Still bothering you? Spike
: What? Oh, yeah. Tara
: Maybe you, uh, wanna put some ice on it.
[Tara wants to know whether Buffy is okay after having confessed to Tara that she'd been having an affair with Spike
: So, is, um, Spike coming? Buffy Summers
: No. He may be a chip-head, but he still doesn't play too well with others. Besides, I'm definitely not ready to... Tara
: Come out. Buffy Summers
: Yeah. I'm all stay-inny.
: Where's Dawn and Spike? Tara Maclay
: We've been calling the house, but... Xander
: Maybe they're on their way here. I mean, this place is NORAD when we're at DEFCON 1.
[all the girls stare at him
: Okay, I so need male friends.
: [after killing a huge demon with an axe who was threatening Willow
] Nobody messes with my girl.
: Why aren't they here? Tara Maclay
: I don't know. Anya
: They could be hurt. Xa-Xander could be lying somewhere, broken and bleeding, calling out my name. Tara Maclay
: Anya... Anya
: Like that. Oh, God!
: So, you got a witch in the mix. Tara Maclay
: More than one. Xander
: I happen to be a very powerful man-witch myself.
[the demons looks at him
: Or... male...
[looks at Willow
: Is it a warlock?
[Willow nods frantically
: And you're certain she was a robot? Buffy
: Absolutely. Tara
: Well, she practically had "Genuine Molded Plastic" stamped on her ass.
: Well, at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like, whoa, I'm eleven hundred years old. I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans. Tara
: Well, I go online sometimes, but everyone's spelling is really bad. It's depressing.
: Oh, do you have any books on robots? Giles
: Oh, yes, dozens. There's an enormous amount of research we should do before- no, I'm lying. I haven't got squat, I just like to see Xander squirm.
: Buffy's like my best friend, she's really special, and there's this whole bunch of us, and-and we sort of have this group thing that revolves around the slaying and-and I really want you to meet them, but I-I just kinda like having something that's just, you know, mine. And I-I usually don't use so many words to say stuff that little, but, do you get it at all? Tara
: I do. Willow
: I should check in with Giles, get a situation update. Tara
: I am, you know. Willow
: What? Tara
[Faith in Buffy's body sees Tara look longingly at Willow as she walks away
: [as Faith raises eyebrows
] So you guys been hanging out a lot lately, huh? Tara
] Yeah. She's, um, she's really cool. Buffy
] So Willow's not drivin' stick anymore? Who would've thought?
: I'm sorry you're feeling all blechy. But we'll get together with Buffy another time, sometime soon. I think you'll really like her. Tara
: She's not your friend. Willow
: I may have overestimated the 'you liking her' factor.
] We're safe. Right. And, uh, Spike built a robot Buffy to play checkers with. Tara
: I-It sounded convincing when I thought it.
: Buffy's gone insane. Willow Rosenberg
: What? What'd she do? Xander
: Brace yourself. You're not gonna believe it. Tara
: Everyone, before we jump all over her, people do strange things when someone they love dies. When I lost my mother, I-I did some pretty dumb stuff, like lying to my family and staying out all night. Anya
: Buffy's boinking Spike. Willow Rosenberg
: Oh. Well, Tara-Tara's right. Grief can be powerful, and we shouldn't judge... Tara
: What, are you kidding? She's nuts.
: Sometimes, in the movies, when they go crazy, they slap 'em. Xander
: I'm gonna go find her and talk to her. If she's losing it, we gotta help her before she gets herself hurt. Tara
: You aren't really gonna slap her, are you? Xander
: No, but if I have to see her straddle Spike again I will definitely knock myself unconscious.
: Was it sudden? Tara
: What? Buffy
: Your mother... Tara
: No. And yes. It's always sudden.
: Um, guys, hello, puberty? Sort of figured out the whole no-Santa thing. Anya
: That's a myth. Dawn
: Yeah. Anya
: No, I mean, it's a myth *that* it's a myth. There is a Santa Claus. Xander
: The advantage of having a thousand-year-old girlfriend. Inside scoop. Tara
: There's a Santa Claus? Anya
: Mm-hmm. Been around since, like, the 1500s. But he wasn't always called Santa. But with, you know, Christmas night, flying reindeer, coming down the chimney, all true. Dawn
: All true? Anya
: Well, he doesn't traditionally bring presents so much as, you know, disembowel children. But otherwise... Tara
: The reindeer part was nice.
: [to Willow
] Oh, baby. Want me to rub your tummy?
: She likes it when I, uh... S-stop explaining things.
: Don't worry, we're sure to spot Faith first. She's like this cleavagey slutbomb walking around going, "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.
: Thanks for coming with. Hunting for a psychopathic superbitch is definitely in the "above and beyond" category. Tara
: It's okay. Really. So, um, what do we do if we find her? Willow
: Run. Flee. Maybe skedaddle. We're not here to engage. This is strictly recon.
: What? Tara
: You said "recon." You're, like, Cool Monster Fighter.
: 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 Maclay
: I said "quirky."
: Is it that bad? Buffy
: Sort of, but I'm starting to get perspective on the whole situation. You know, maybe Riley's... where he's supposed to be. You know, maybe he needed... to be where he was needed. Tara Maclay
: Willow says that things always happen for a reason. Buffy
: But you ever notice people only say that about bad things?
: Sweetie, you wouldn't blow off a class if your head was on fire.
: Buffy what? Tara Maclay
: Understandable about the crabby. She has to look after Dawn now. Willow Rosenberg
: Yeah, but not in a Miss Minchin's Select Seminary For Girls way. I mean, she's just gonna make Dawnie more rebellious. Tara Maclay
: I had to deal with my brother's problems after... I mean, you can't really know what it's like to... Willow Rosenberg
: I know.
: And I got her off those knock-knock jokes. Buffybot
: Ooh! Who's there? Xander
: You know, if we want her to be exactly... Spike
] She'll never be exactly. Xander
: I know. Tara
: The only really real Buffy is really Buffy. Giles
: And she's gone. Buffybot
: We want her to be exactly she'll never be exactly I know the only really real Buffy is really Buffy and she's gone who?
: Excuse me? Who made you the boss of the group? Anya
: You did. Tara
: You said Willow should be boss. Anya
: And then you said "let's vote," and it was unanimous... Tara
: And then you made her this little plaque, that said "Boss of Us", you put little sparkles on it... Xander
: Valid points, all. But we... I mean...
: Questions. Great. Tara
: W-we can answer questions. Nigel
: Good. I need to know a little bit more about the Slayer, and about the both of you. Your relationship, whatever you can tell me. Tara
: O-o-our relationship? Willow
: We're friends. Tara
: Good friends. Willow
: Girlfriends, actually. Tara
: Yes, we're girlfriends. Willow
: We're in love. W-we're lovers. We're lesbian, gay-type lovers. Nigel
: I meant your relationship with the Slayer.
: Why doesn't Mr. Giles put them all out of here? Xander
: Because if they deport him, they're not just destroying his career, they're condemning the man to a lifetime diet of blood sausage, bangers and mash.
: How 'bout you, ever play Shiver Me Timbers? Tara Maclay
: I'm not really much for the timber.
: [after Anya decides to have an after-holiday sale
] Brooms all around, then. Willow Rosenberg
: Or I could whip up a jaunty self-cleaning incantation. It'll be like Fantasia. Rupert Giles
: We all know how splendidly that turned out for Mickey. Willow Rosenberg
: I think I'm a little more adept than a cartoon mouse. Tara Maclay
: And you have more fingers, which is good, 'cause then there's no need to wear those big, white gloves to overcompensate.
[Anya practices her wedding vows
: I, Anya, promise to cherish you... Ew, no, not cherish. Uh, I promise to have sex with you whenever... *I* want, and, uh, uh, pledge to be your friend, your wife, and your confidant, and your sex poodle... Tara Maclay
: Uh, sex poodle? Anya
: Yeah, why? Tara Maclay
: Um, I'm not sure you should say 'sex poodle' in your vows.
: I got so lost. Willow
: I found you. I will always find you.
[about Giles' singing
] Tara Maclay
: Does he do this a lot? Xander
: Sure, every day the earth rotates backward and the skies turn orange.
: What did I have for breakfast this morning? Do you remember? Tara Maclay
: Huh? Willow
: I-I wanna say bagel, but I think that was yesterday. You had two eggs sunny side up. I remember because they were wiggling at me like little boobs. Tara Maclay
: Sassy eggs.
[after hurrying into the Doublemeat Palace
] Tara Maclay
: Hey, sorry I'm late. Buffy
: [feeling the boredom
] Oh, time has no meaning here.
: You know what's weird? Tara Maclay
: Japanese commercials are weird. Willow Rosenberg
: Yes, and also, you know some of the stars we're looking at... don't even exist anymore? In the time that it takes for their light to reach us, they've died, exploded. Poof. Tara Maclay
: Were, um, were things rough at the hospital?
: The photographs o-of us. They changed. Tara Maclay
: How did they change? Buffy
: They were dead. I-I mean, we were dead, like, um, dead bodies. But-but then they were okay. So I just, you know, figured it was me. I was going crazy. Anya
: Well, maybe you are going crazy, from hell.
[Willow and Xander look at her incredulously
: No. You're fine.
[the basement is flooded
] Tara Maclay
: H-How's everything looking down there? Xander
: Like we should start gathering up two of every animal.
[the disc is decrypting
] Tara Maclay
: Hey, look. You did it! Willow Rosenberg
: I didn't. I haven't even finished typing in the new code. Tara Maclay
: Something's doing it. Willow Rosenberg
: Must be programmed to self-decrypt at a certain point. That is so annoying! I-It's like somebody blurting out the answer to a riddle just when you've- I mean, yippee! We have the information.
: [enters Tara's darkened room with a lit big yellow candle
] No candles? Well, I brought one. It's extra flamey.
[Willow steps in, passes the candle to Tara, and closes the door
: Tara, I have to tell you... Tara
: No, I-I understand. You have to be with the person you l-love. Willow
] I am. Tara
] You mean...? Willow
: I mean. Okay? Tara
: Oh, yes. Willow
: I feel horrible about everything I put you through. A-and I'm gonna make it up to you. Starting right now. Tara
] Right now?
[Willow smiles and nods. Tara blows out the candle
: Hey, Giles. Sharp wheels. Tara Maclay
: The rest of the car's nice too.
: Things fall apart. They fall apart so hard. Willow
: Tara? Tara
: You can't ever put 'em back the way they were. Willow
: Are you okay? Tara
: I'm sorry, it's just... You know, it takes time. You can't just have coffee and expect... Willow
: I know. Tara
: There's just so much to work through. Trust has to be built again on both sides. You have to learn if - if we're even the same people we were. If you can fit in each others lives. It's a long and important process, and can we just skip it? C-Can you just be kissing me now?
: You're not exactly the whiz these days either. God, I'm never gonna get paid. Willow
: I am a whiz. Tara Maclay
: She is a whiz. Willow
: If ever a whiz there was.
: I'm exhausted just lookin' at those two. All the splashing and jumping and running. Shouldn't relaxing involve less exertion? Anya
: Absolutely. Exertion can lead to sweatiness. Tara Maclay
: Oh, which can cause the, um, pain and heartbreak of stinkiness. Better to just stay put. Willow Rosenberg
: I think we've just put our finger on why we're the sidekicks.
: Did you guys see that? Spike
: Vampires! Tara Maclay
] Maybe it's Halloween. Dawn
: It doesn't feel like Halloween. Xander Harris
: Even if it is, those guys are definitely not kids, and those are definitely not costumes. Randy's right. Looks like we have vampires.