Magic

by Leafsdude

Copyright © 2003

leafsfan99@rogers.com

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't think Joss et al. is dumb enough to waste his time on some lowly creature having fun with his world that he so obviously messed up, so I'm not going to say anything to save me from that. However, because I respect the owners of the site, I'd just like to mention that I got a lot of the information for this chapter from www.buffyworld.com/. Thank you guys for your wonderful transcripts, even if the fight descriptions suck! :) The Loving Spoonful own 'Do You Believe in Magic?" at least to my knowledge (from pre-copyright days). Don't know if they're still alive to sue me, but oh well. There are a number of other copyrighted names I've used in here. I don't own those names, so you can't sue :P
Distribution: The Mystic Muse    /mysticmuse.net
Anywhere, really. Just as long as I know where it is…
Feedback: Don't care if you review or not (hell, I know I only review the very best stories, and even then I might not), just as long as you enjoy the story.
Spoilers: AU.
Pairing: Willow/Tara

Another boring night, thought Willow, as she entered the Bronze. No matter how much she pretended otherwise, she always wished she could patrol with Buffy. At least that'd be exciting, she huffed.

Being in second year college and becoming a very advanced witch, everything that hit the spot in early high school did nothing for her now. However, it didn't keep her from going anyway. Who knows? Maybe things might happen here, she thought with false hope.

As the music started to play, Willow suddenly wondered why she bothered to come. I should have remembered it's 60's week. Still, for some reason that she didn't know at the time, she couldn't will herself to leave.

Well, might as well do something while I'm here, she thought, heading to the dance floor. As an old Elvis Presley song ended, Willow suddenly almost jumped for joy as the Loving Spoonful came on. Ever since she saw the McDonald's commercials that played it, she fell in love with the song.

Of course I do, thought Willow. As she started to get into the song, she was noticed at a table by a pair of blue eyes. Unknowingly to the dancing figure, the owner of the pair of eyes, a blonde haired girl, started heading in her direction.

Something that Willow always liked about music, no matter what decade it came from, was it always made her forget everything. Maybe that's why I always come here, Willow thought. All thoughts about Oz, who had left her almost a year ago but still left a gaping hole in her heart, left immediately, as well as her feelings of uselessness.

Very groovy, thought Willow, feeling like she was in Saturday Night Fever or Grease. The owner of the pair of eyes that had been watching Willow had finally made her own way to the dance floor, subtly positioning herself as close to her as possible without seeming obvious, she joined the redhead at getting lost in the song.

"Hey," said the newcomer, looking over while attempting to keep some sort of rhythm.

"Hi," Willow answered uncomfortably. No one ever walks up to me. Well, Buffy did, but that was different.

"Good song, huh?" she started a conversation. Well, this is new…and awkward, thought Willow. She wasn't angry, though. More like confused.

"Yeah, I can relate to it easily," Willow responded, somehow feeling comfortable with the blonde stranger. I never tell anyone about anything. What's with me?

"What is 'jug band music?' That's always confused me." Willow asked. I'm doing it again. Must be the music.

"I don't know, but it must be a style of music," the blonde tried to answer. As Willow looked over at the owner of the voice she'd been listening to for the past few moment, and was almost floored as the sight in front of her.

My goodness, she's gorgeous. Wait a minute, what's that? Willow thought. She had these type of thoughts before, but it never came on this strong.

Deciding to go with it, Willow smiled up at the blonde that had gotten her attention, and was rewarded with a crooked smile that almost caused Willow to fall once again.

Despite her best efforts, Willow couldn't get the grin plastered permanently on her face to go away. Well, I said that I could relate to this music. Maybe the Hellmouth is doing something, Willow tried to rationalize.

At this point, Willow always did a short bit of foot tapping that her grandfather had taught her. However, for the first time since she was 5, she forgot it. Damn, what's with me?

Still staring into the strangers eyes, Willow realized they were, in essence, still strangers.

"Oh, pardon my manners. I'm Willow," she offered, turning back towards the front.

"Tara," the blonde put a name to herself.

Tara. Well, if there is a prettier name in the world, I don't want to hear it. Willow thought. It once again dawned on her what she was thinking, but surprising the logical centre of her brain, she ignored it. Why should it matter, anyway? She thought stubbornly.

Turning back to Tara, Willow decided to get bold. "Uh, that's an, uh, pretty name," she tried, damning her constant use of 'uh' when she was nervous.

"Ummm, t-t-t-thanks," Tara replied, visually cringing at her own speaking abilities.

"You come here often?" Willow spoke up, breaking up the silence that lifted between the pair.

"No. It's my first time. A friend recommended it. Not bad, I guess. Music's not great."

"Oh, well, it's 60's week. Nothing but Ed Sullivan classics. Well, not that they're classic, really. I find them mostly annoying. Well, not that it's wrong if you like them…" Willow babbled on before catching the blonde's odd, almost amused, look. "Opps, didn't mean to do that," Willow apologized.

Tara shook her head. "I don't mind. I think it was kinda c-c-c-cute." She replied, blushing slightly.

She thought it was cute. No one likes my babble. Well, Oz did, but he never said it was cute. Willow babbled in her mind. She smiled sheepishly at Tara as she realized how she must have looked.

"So, y-y-you're into magic," Tara said out-of-the-blue, startling Willow.

"How…I mean, no…I mean…" Willow stuttered.

"I saw you in the Wicca group while heading to class one day. Sorry that you had to endure that." Tara smiled.

"Well, yeah, I've been working the 'mojo' for a few years now."

"Well, I've been looking for someone to practice with. It's always stronger when there are two of us," Tara said. "Would you like to?"

"Oh. So you're a witch, too. That explains a little." Willow said. "Oh. Umm, I guess I would. Want to meet tomorrow night?" She continued after realizing she hadn't answered her company's question.

"9 sound good?" Tara said, causing a little chuckle to escape from Willow.

"Sorry, just used that phrase before. Brings back some fun memories." Willow clarified.

"So, it's a date?" Tara asked, somewhat nervous.

"Sounds like," Willow replied.

As Tara left, Willow's brain began processing what had just happened. I've got a date with one of the most beautiful girls…no, wait, THE most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and she wants to practice magicks. Oh, I do believe in magic, Willow thought, as she walked on air all the way home.

The End