Welcome to My Nightmare by Frau Hunter Ash

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Summary: Willow is healed physically from the after-effects of detoxifying from the black magic Dracula forced on her and dealing with guilt for giving into Dracula along with Xander and Buffy. Now the gang wants to get out of town for some R&R. Can you say "Road Trip?"

Tara grabbed the bars of the cell tightly as Willow's hand reached around from behind her. She was holding and roughly massaging the blonde witch's breasts as her fingers danced between Tara's legs, demanding entrance.

"Oh Goddess!" Tara whimpered at the ferocity of Willow's sexual needs and how turned on she was by it.

Tara had gone into the cell to wake Willow up after the first night of the full moon and her being a werewolf. Buffy had snuck out to grab breakfast for the three of them and Tara had stayed behind.

Instead of a sleepy red-head, she found a very frisky Willow who was already naked from her transformation from werewolf to human. Willow wasted little time and effort in grabbing Tara in an embrace that left the other witch breathless, her heart racing and her body very aroused. Willow had also wasted little time in getting Tara's clothes off.

"Need you," Willow growled, her hands everywhere on Tara's body. The blonde witch felt like she had to grab something solid to hang onto, just to keep any rational thought in her head.

"Willow, yes!" Tara begged, feeling her body thrusting against Willow's as the red-haired witch lowered her mental shields, drawing Tara into her highly aroused state, joining them together. "Please!"

Willow entered Tara with several fingers as the witch gasped and thrust back, trying to take more of her lover. The red-haired witch whined as Tara's sensation swept back in through her own body.

Tara felt Willow's arousal hitting back through her, jolting her and then her lover's other hand moved from her breasts down to her clit as Willow moved deeper into Tara's center. The blonde witch heard her own voice making whining and whimpering noises as her body begged for more.

Willow growled and bit down on Tara's shoulder, the light touch of pain sending her lover over into trembling orgasms that had her clinging to the bars, slowly collapsing to her knees onto the sleeping bag.

"That was fast and rough," Willow grumbled but with a shy smile as Tara stroked her arm.

Willow squeaked as Tara flipped her over and was now on top, kissing her passionately and with rising energy.

The squeak turned into a moan as Tara's nipples brushed across hers and Willow's and her lover's body settled against each other, a thigh between each leg. Tara began an agonizing slow crawl down Willow's body, her tongue and lips trying to cover every inch between Willow's lips and her sexual lips, sending Willow into a trembling mass of muscles.

"Oh Goddess," Willow whimpered as Tara's hands stayed at her breasts and the lips and tongue moved lower.

Willow felt Tara's hands move down to her hips and the other's witch's body shift slightly. The red-haired witch yelped when she felt her body slowly lifting off the sleeping bag. She looked down between her legs and found Tara grinning at her as she sat up on her knees, following Willow's body. The levitating witch was now at a height and angle that was totally open to Tara.

Tara took advantage of the position to drive her tongue as deeply as possible into Willow, her hands moving around the redhead's body to grasp her nipples. Willow felt an incredible sense of trust sweep over her and then a wave of Tara's arousal.

The weightless sensation added a new depth to her arousal but it was also maddening in that she couldn't grab onto anything as Tara's tongue began to drive her into a frenzy and her legs began to shake out of control.

Tara knew she would never get enough of her lover as she drank in Willow's essence. She knew Willow's body and what pleased her lover as she entered her lover first with two fingers and then danced her tongue over her lover's clit. The red-haired witch began thrashing in the air, sweat covering her body despite the cool winter morning. Tara added another finger as Willow's body opened further for her.

The blonde witch increased her speed and depth and Willow screamed, her body convulsing around Tara's fingers and tongue.

Willow opened her eyes once her breathing calmed down and snuggled closer in Tara's arms as her lover pulled the sleeping bag up over them before they drifted into sleep.

Buffy grinned as she quietly opened the cell door. She expected Willow to wake up frisky and then attack Tara; she didn't expect to find both of them asleep.

Buffy leaned over Tara and began kissing her lover softly. She then leaned over further to kiss Willow as well and then moved back to Tara's lips as both women began to stir. Buffy was kissing Willow as Tara's arms wrapped around her, surprising the Slayer by pulling her in between them.

The Slayer laughed for a moment until Tara's lips captured her. Buffy knew they were both naked when she woke them up but landing between them was a shock to her system, one of arousal. Especially when she felt Willow's hands pulling at the buttons of her blouse.

Tara's lips moved to her earlobe and neck. Buffy moaned as the witch began working her neck like an experienced vampire while Willow got the buttons of her blouse undone. Buffy felt her blouse being opened and Willow's lips on her nipples.

"Uh, guys?" Buffy asked as her breath quickened. She felt her hips arching in anticipation as Tara's hands began demanding entrance at the buttons of her jeans.

"This too much?" Tara asked softly, pulling back slightly. She felt Willow freeze, moving back from Buffy's breasts.

"Well, I know Willow is getting hit with Full Moon Friskies," Tara grinned as Willow began blushing. "I'm okay with this; I love you both, very much."

"I'm not wigging," Willow grinned and ran a tongue over one of Buffy's nipples, causing the blonde to jerk in response.

"Oh boy, me either!" Buffy agreed, pulling Tara in for another kiss that was demanding as Willow's lips and teeth returned to her nipples.

Both her lovers decided that Buffy was over-dressed and sought to remedy the situation as quickly as possible. As Tara attacked her neck and Willow began moving down her body with her lips, Buffy wondered exactly who was being attacked with Full Moon Friskies: Willow or Tara. Buffy knew it was going to look like she had been attacked by a vampire after Tara was done with her neck but didn't care, it felt too good.

Buffy had no idea whose hands or lips were where, the two witches seemed determined to drive her insane sexually and were working very hard at it, Buffy managed to think as her body arched off the sleeping bag. She felt her hands grabbing someone's shoulder as fingers entered her and others tweaked one of her nipples. Buffy forced her eyes open and managed to see red hair between her legs just before Tara claimed her mouth again.

Buffy's body jerked in reaction when she felt Willow's mental "ping" and Buffy dropped her shields, letting her lover connect with her, sending waves of love and desire zapping through the Slayer's body. Buffy felt Tara joining the connection and felt her mental jerk when Buffy surprised her by moving her hand between Tara's legs and entering her lover quickly.

Tara broke away from the kiss to gasp and then moan. Buffy cried out as Willow increased her attention to the Slayer's clit and labia lips.

Buffy was always amazed whenever she touched Willow or Tara, they were both different yet each of them seemed to know her so well and each other. The Slayer figured it was part of their connection; each of them knew what the other ones needed when. Like now, Buffy thought, they knew she liked it a little rough occasionally and Willow was more than a surprising match for the Slayer. Buffy also knew that Willow's full moon madness was shooting through Tara as well and it was one of the times that she wanted it faster, deeper and a little rougher than she usually did.

None of them really knew how long they slept except that they woke up with the hot chocolate Buffy brought gone cold, the donuts a little stale and all of them intertwined; a mass of arms, legs and skin.

"Gods, you two are incredible!" Buffy grinned as Willow moved to snuggle on one side and Tara on the other.

"It feels good to be somewhat back to normal, aside from the turning furry with no control thing last night," Willow smiled back.

Both Tara and Buffy had to agree with that assessment. Compared to the last six months, turning into a werewolf while locked away in a crypt was low on the excitement meter and they were all more than ready for a rest.

After the horrors of detoxifying from the black magic, Willow was left with the energy of a gnat. Only the continual intravenous feedings had kept her alive during the week and a half it took for her system to purge itself of the toxic and addictive energy running through her body.

Buffy shook her head mentally; she still couldn't believe that Willow had been in that condition less than 48 hours previously. Together with Tara, Willow had managed to heal her body, taking it back to its semi-healthy condition before crossing paths with Dracula.

"I'll agree with t-that," Tara said shyly. "I d-don't think my body is used t-to it yet though."

"Well, we're stuck here for another night and no one told us how to spend the time," Buffy teased and then laughed when both Tara and Willow began to blush. "Aside from locking Willow away during the full moon, I suggest we only get dressed long enough to eat and get cleaned up a little. Other than that…." Buffy wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and Willow turned a brighter red and Tara tried to hide her face in Buffy's arm.

"Watch it, Slayer," Willow threatened playfully through her blush. "I still know your tickle spots!"

"Any idea where we're going to go until the Council calms down about Willow?" Tara asked.

"I suggest that it not be anywhere that we've talked about or made plans to visit before," Willow added. "We have no idea how much the Council knows about us."

"That's because they are," Buffy growled, remembering the Council's decision to magickally "zap" Willow's powers so that she would be helpless to use magick again. During her last phone call to Giles, Buffy had learned that they weren't too particular in what condition it left Willow either. They were viewing the young witch as a major threat to mankind and they were determined to either cripple her magickally or kill her.

"Well, I don't want to mess with passports and records of us crossing borders so Mexico is out and so is Canada," Buffy pondered.

"There are a few states that what we were doing an hour ago is very illegal," Willow added, giggling at Buffy's surprised expression.

"You've got to be kidding!" Buffy protested but Willow lost her smile as she nodded. "What does anyone care what we do together in a sleeping bag?"

"Last time I looked most species in the world had homosexuality," Buffy protested. "Including primates, dolphins and otters!"

"How about heading north, the weather is getting better and they won't expect us to head north in the cold," Tara suggested.

"I agree," Buffy nodded. "They'll expect us to head for warmer climate and beaches somewhere."

"Can Anya and Xander go with us?" Tara asked, nuzzling Buffy's neck as her hand played through Willow's short hair.

"Yeah, now that Christmas is over, the mall has cut Xander's hours and didn't mind him taking vacation," Buffy answered. "They'll meet us tomorrow at noon, outside the cemetery."

"Why at noon?" Willow asked, beginning to drift off again. "Why not at dawn when I change back?"

"Because that's what the Watchers will be expecting and watching almost every route out of town," Buffy smiled as Willow closed her eyes.

Giles had warned them that Willow would want to sleep a lot, her body and mental state had been through a great deal and it would be natural for the body to try and catch up. The body still wanted to rest, even with the rapid healing.

Buffy nodded at her other lover and Tara got up slowly, reaching for clothes as Buffy put a pillow in Willow's arms, watching to ensure the witch continued to sleep. She grinned as Tara handed the Slayer her shirt.

"I'm starving," Buffy admitted. "Mom packed enough to feed an army for a week, what say we have some brunch?"

"I think she knows and doesn't want to talk about it," Buffy said slowly. "He came to me that night and told me to live; I don't doubt he made the same trip to Wills."

"When do we stop suffering? Look at you, watching Willow, me and Xander become Dracula's playthings, watching Willow turn into a werewolf every full moon, Carson dying…"

"And look at the love I've got," Tara countered. "We have a c-connection that even the great Watcher's C-Council c-can't figure out."

Giles opened the front door of the Summers' home and slammed the door behind him, meeting Robert Etheridge on the porch.

"They still aren't here, they aren't coming back and Mrs. Summers doesn't want to talk to you," Giles said firmly.

"Giles," Etheridge began slowly. "We're not going away as long as Willow Rosenberg is a threat."

"Why not?" Giles countered. "You leave us in the lurch all the time when it comes to holding back information on prophecies, demons, Hellmouths and whatever else comes along. As long as we handle Willow, why do you care?"

"I agree with Ms. Summers that her relationship with the Council needed to change, yours too," Etheridge allowed. "We aren't accustomed to dealing with an adult Slayer and adjustments need to be made. We also need some cooperation on your end."

"No cooperation if it entails harming Willow in any way," Giles shook his head. "There is a distinct possibility that wiping Willow's magickal abilities out will leave her brain damaged or wipe all her memories out. That's not acceptable."

"You're insisting that we leave one of the most powerful, untrained, and black tainted witches to you and your group of children?" Etheridge snapped.

"That's exactly what I'm insisting," Giles continued. "These children, as you call them, have seen more than all of your Council members could even dream of. They have been through hell several times and have survived. They are fairly sane, strong, and a good team."

"To prove that, Buffy, Willow and Tara have left town and will stay gone until I tell them you aren't going to kidnap, ambush or harm Willow in any way and agree to Buffy's terms," Giles finished.

"I'm authorized to issue an all out hunt for your Slayer and the witches if I need to," Etheridge said firmly. "Turn the witch over to us or we'll take them all out."

"I wouldn't advise trying that, mate," Giles growled, losing his English gentleman accent as Ripper came closer to the surface. "My girls sent Dracula, Acathla, Angelus, Adam, the Master, the Judge and many other horrors packing. Do you really want to kill a Slayer and the good guys?"

"A Slayer who had sex with a vampire, failed to kill him until it was almost too late for the entire world," Etheridge countered. "A Slayer who let herself get bitten by a werewolf to protect her girlfriend. A witch who will crawl on her hands and knees to get a dose of black magic."

"We don't know that," Giles growled. "I have faith in Willow and in Tara and Buffy's abilities to keep her on this side of the line."

"Two months," Etheridge said flatly. "Two months, regular progress reports and I'll consider letting her stay here unmonitored after that and untouched."

"Agreed. Until then, no hunting parties, no alerts and no other Slayers going after them," Giles bargained. "You bring in another Slayer to cover Sunnydale with their Watcher."

"You've never told them about the other Slayers, have you?" Etheridge asked, his manner shifting to general conversation. Giles pointed to the porch swing and they sat down.

"No, I'm surprised they didn't figure it out when Kendra was called forward and then Faith," Giles frowned. "I still wish we didn't keep that a secret from them."

"You know the temptation for a Slayer to quit if they knew they weren't the only Chosen One," Etheridge reminded the former Watcher. "How many times has your own Slayer complained about her 'fate' to be the Slayer?"

"I know and it's natural for them!" Giles protested. "We take young girls, convince them they are the only hope for the world and turn them into Slayers. They go into it knowing they'll probably die very young."

"And if they knew there was some other girl to take their place?" Etheridge countered. "A large majority of them would quit, wanting a normal life of a teenager."

"A life, period," Giles complained. "You can't blame them, we don't even ask young men to go off to war as young as we take these girls out of their normal existence and start training them."

"Giles," Etheridge hesitated. "I hope they make it. Ms. Summers leaving the Council was a major blow and I don't think we can take another major shakeup and war with her."

"I'm glad, Etheridge," Giles said truthfully. "We're on the same side; going to war would only benefit the side of darkness."

Buffy watched the werewolf pace restlessly in the cell. Since the telephone call earlier from Giles had told the girls they were no longer in danger of being kidnapped or killed by the Council, Buffy had sent Tara home for the evening to get things ready for their upcoming trip. Giles had encouraged them to continue with their plans for getting out of Sunnydale. After everything that had happened, he felt the entire group needed a break and the three women agreed.

Buffy also suspected that Giles didn't trust the Watcher Council not to jump in at the first sign of any problems with Willow. If the Council didn't know where they were, the Scooby Gang would have a better chance at relaxing and letting Willow heal.

The Slayer glanced up and found the wolf watching her closely, as if trying to read her thoughts. "You there, Wills?" Buffy asked softly. She debated about getting closer to the cell but held back. The werewolf could be unpredictable on full moons, they had discovered over the last two nights.

The werewolf cocked her head and then laid down on the sleeping bag, still watching the Slayer.

Buffy sighed and leaned her chair back until she and it were leaning against the stone wall. In her lap was a tranquilizer gun and at her feet was a crossbow, both loaded.

"It'll be good to get away for awhile, Wills," Buffy said softly, keeping her eye on the crypt and the cell door. "We all came so close to dying so many times in the last few months. I need a break and some new clothes."

"Oz returning, realizing I was in love with you and Tara and that you both actually love me back," Buffy smiled to herself. "That's the upside of things, by the way."

"Getting bit to protect you," Buffy continued reminiscing. Any other presence than Buffy or Tara irritated the werewolf but her lover's voices seemed to calm the primal beast on full moons. Willow had managed to control the change when Tara had been attacked by other werewolves but she hadn't attempted it since then. "Then you went and did that stupid spell. I still could whack you for that one!"

The werewolf opened her eyes and raised her head at the sound of anger in Buffy's voice.

"Sorry, wolfie," Buffy lowered her voice to a calmer level. "I just wish you hadn't done that. I also can't believe that we just bared our necks and let Dracula walk right up and bite both of us."

Buffy closed her eyes wearily. It would be good to get away and spend time with the gang. Xander was also feeling guilty about falling to Dracula so easily and hurting everyone. Willow needed time to adjust to the magickal addiction and the three girls needed a chance to really reconnect and discover a stable relationship with each other.

Buffy and Red werewolf drifted off to sleep as the moon disappeared behind the horizon.

Willow mumbled and pulled the sleeping bag over her head as gentle hands tried to wake her up. "Sleepy."

Together, the two lovers managed to get a very groggy Willow dressed in a large t-shirt and sweat pants and then let her sleep some more as they gathered up their things from the crypt.

Xander and Anya arrived shortly after dawn, the plans once again being altered to leaving Sunnydale at dawn instead of noon. The gang was anxious to begin their vacation and they also wanted to throw any kinks into ambush plans the Council might have just in case the Council had changed their minds about eliminating Willow as a threat to mankind.

Xander grinned at the sight of a grumpy Willow curling back up into the sleeping bag as Buffy and Tara packed up their clothes from three days and nights of werewolf babysitting.

"She will be better when we get her away from guys in white coats," Anya commented and the tall male had to agree.

"She's been through hell the last few months," he nodded as Anya broke off the hug to grab a box of snacks and as he bent down to grab the ice cooler. "We all have."

"It will be interesting to see the country as a human," Anya said thoughtfully. "When I came over here it was as a demon and I was always too busy with cursing males to appreciate the beauty of the land."

Xander shook his head with a smile. "Only I could fall for a former demon," he smirked. "I'm just glad that you've stopped telling me some of your more interesting curses that you put on men. The thought of boils all over my manliness is just too disturbing."

Anya grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at him. "Me too, I like parts of your manhood intact and functional, including your heart."

"Mushy stuff!" Buffy yelled from across the room and Xander began to blush a bright red.

"Yeah?" he snapped back with a goofy grin. "I'd talk! Whenever Tara or Willow is around, you can't see, think or do anything!"

"That's not true!" Buffy protested, sticking her tongue out at her best male friend.

"Enough!" Tara laughed, pulling Willow into an upright position and shaking the red-head. "Let's hit the road. Come on, Wills, let's get out of Sunnydale for awhile."

"Out of Sunnyhell?" Willow mumbled, opening her eyes and rubbing at them. "I'm game."

Together the group managed to haul the snack box, backpacks of clothes, ice cooler and one groggy werewolf witch through the graveyard to the street where the RV awaited them.

"Your chariot, MiLadies," Xander grinned as he sat the cooler down and unlocked the side door.

Buffy stayed outside, watching for anything out of the ordinary on the daytime street of Sunnydale as Tara and Willow entered the rolling small apartment. The Slayer took stock of the vehicle from the outside as she hovered protectively over her friends and lovers.

The RV was new and bigger than a camper but smaller than a typical RV. Buffy was impressed with the smallness, she figured Xander and Tara, the most experienced drivers among the bunch could handle something that size. Buffy was also concerned about the smallness of the RV, the thought of two months with Xander and Anya with the three of them in that small space could be a frightening thought.

The Slayer shrugged to herself; they had planned on taking breaks along the way and renting hotel rooms now that the Council wasn't hunting them.

Xander grinned and shoved the ice chest inside the RV and followed Anya in, placing himself in the driver's seat. Buffy said a small prayer that his driving had improved since high school. Tara leaned out the door with a grin.

"The bed back here is Queen size and the one over the cab is big enough for Xander and Anya!" the witch smiled. "Willow's already curled up in the corner."

"Let's hit the road then," Buffy agreed, taking one last look around for anyone watching them. "Xander, wander around town awhile, get the feel of this small monster and see if anyone is following us."

"You got it, Buff," Xander smiled and turned over the motor as Buffy shut the door and took a look around their new home for the next month, at least.

Buffy headed first to the back of the RV where Tara was leaning against the bulkhead with Willow's head in her lap. The Slayer's eyebrows rose in surprise as she took in the size of the spacious bed and the small TV/VCR combination on a shelf above the foot of the bed. The closet could be bigger, she decided, but expected the small space was expected.

Willow was already dozing as Tara gently stroked her hair and Buffy felt her heart going out to the two witches once again as she watched them. Buffy often felt that life was one long string of "unfair" events, especially with her being chosen as the Slayer. Over the last few months, Willow especially had been through more than Buffy could ever wish on her worst enemy.

"We love you too, Buff," she said softly as Buffy grabbed onto the doorway as Xander pulled away from the curb.

"I love you both," Buffy responded with a loving smile and turned to survey the rest of the vehicle.

More closet space, refrigerator, sink, stove, microwave, overhead storage, dining table, lounge chair and a bed over the cab of the driver's area. What impressed the Slayer was the shower, toilet and sink area.

"Thank God, no gas station bathrooms," she muttered and Anya, in the passenger seat nodded enthusiastically.

"One time I cursed a male to his own private hell of cleaning gas stations bathrooms for eternity," the former demon commented.

"Interesting," Buffy acknowledged and sat down in the lounge chair behind Anya, glancing over at the dining table. The space didn't seem that small with everyone sitting down somewhere but it would probably be impossible if more than one person were up and moving about. They'd have to work on morning schedules or something, she thought to herself.

The young man pulled the RV over as Anya got out the map of the western United States. Xander, Buffy and Anya looked it over closely.

"No real plans of where we're going, right?" Xander asked. "There's three different ways to go north, guys."

"Okay, are we going up the other side of the mountains heading into Nevada, through Bridgeport and the mountains to Reno, Nevada? Or there is the center of the State through the Central Valley? We would hit Sacramento and stuff. The other option is up the coastline towards San Francisco."

"There's always cross-over highways in case we change our minds too," Anya pointed out. "There's a highway that goes from Bridgeport through Yosemite to the Central Valley."

"And here's one from the Central Valley to the Coast," Xander pointed to another.

"Well, we're not set on making time getting anywhere," Buffy said thoughtfully. "Do we know if there is still snow in Yosemite?"

"There's snow until late spring blocking Tioga Pass," Tara commented from the back. "We would end up going through Reno, through Susanville and dropping back into California from that route. We run the risk of snow."

"You've never said anything about them, I guess I thought you were an orphan or something," Xander commented.

"Are we visiting family types?" Anya asked, unsure if she was in favor of that thought or not.

"No!" Tara said quickly, startling Willow. Tara touched Willow's cheek softly. "No, they don't agree with me leaving home, going to college and they forbid the practice of witchcraft and homosexuality."

"Nope, let's see seals, otters, and lots of twists and turns!" he said cheerfully.

Since all of them had been over this part of the highway before, Tara snuggled down next to Willow while Buffy, Anya and Xander debated what would be the first CD for road music.

"I've been so scared of losing you these last few months," Tara said softly, kissing Willow for several long moments.

Willow sighed, relaxing in her mate's arms. "I know, I am so tired of being kidnapped, tortured, bitten and separated from you and Buffy."

"I love you, Tar," Willow said softly, running her hand over Tara's arm. "I don't feel so strong."

"I know, you're just tired right now," Tara smiled, stroking Willow's hair as the red-haired witch closed her eyes.

Tara glanced over her shoulder, catching Buffy watching them. The Slayer was smiling as she watched Willow drift into sleep. Anya had won the round of Rock-Paper-Scissors and they were currently listening to some group called Dead Can Dance.

The blonde witch smiled, turning over slightly so she could look at and touch her other lover.

"Yeah, she's got a lot to catch up on after that mess with Dracula," Tara agreed.

"We all do," Buffy agreed, leaning down to kiss the witch tenderly. Buffy's eyes were sad when she pulled back. "I'm so sorry about Dracula, Tara."

"I'm trying to understand," Tara admitted. "It does hurt but I know you weren't in control. I know that."

Buffy continued to frown. "It feels weird, all he had to do was snap his fingers and we both jumped."

Tara reached up to wipe away the tears beginning to fall from Buffy's blue eyes.

"I didn't resist him, Tara," Buffy said softly. "Willow fought against breaking the connection with you, even when she was hurting so bad from the magick thing. She fought back, I didn't."

Tara felt Willow stirring and saw that Willow was awake and hurting for their lover. Together they pulled Buffy in between them as she began to cry.

Because of Willow's crisis over the withdrawal from the magick, Buffy really hadn't had time to have her own emotional crash over the incident of falling to Dracula's mental control and desires.

Willow and Tara had actually expected it and held the Slayer tight, letting her cry. Tara glanced up and saw Xander and Anya purposefully keeping their eyes on the road ahead of them. She reached up and closed the curtain between the bedroom area and the main area of the RV.

"We're safe, we're together, and Dracula's gone, Buff," Willow said softly, stroking Buffy's hair as Tara wrapped her arm around both of them.

The comforting consisted of snuggles and gentle touches until Buffy and Willow had cried themselves out and drifted into sleep.

"Yeah," she said easily. "They're j-just both exhausted and emotionally on overload."

"I can understand that," Xander muttered. He grinned and reached over to squeeze Anya's hand. "Dr. Xander and Nurse Anya at your service, we will do our best to get them to relax and heal. You too!"

Tara blushed slightly but smiled. Sometimes it wasn't easy for the shy young woman to believe that she was totally accepted by the Scooby Gang but it was getting easier. She knew that Buffy and Willow loved her very much and Xander loved both of them. Anya came along with Xander, therefore Buffy, Willow and Tara accepted and liked her. Tara came along with Buffy and Willow now, therefore Xander and Anya accepted and liked her.

What really amazed the young witch was Joyce Summers' and Giles' acceptance of her relationship with both Buffy and Willow.

Being in love with both Willow and Buffy was unusual enough, being involved with them in slaying and witchcraft was even more unusual in that it worked and the three of them seemed to balance each other.

That balance was what was needed now, they all realized. Dracula's mental control over Willow and Buffy and Willow's physical addiction to black magick because of Dracula had damaged that balance. It had also damaged everyone's confidence in their skills and strength.

Tara glanced over as Xander drove along the highway. He hadn't said much about Dracula's mental control either but everyone knew he was feeling guilty for having betrayed Buffy and Willow to his Dark Master Dracula.

Tara settled into the seat and dozed lightly, listening to Anya's continual tales of travel throughout the ages and how much nicer the RV was than a carriage in the 17th century.

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