by Misty

Rating – PG

I do not own: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy , 20th Century Fox, UPN, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, any of the characters, or anything related to them. What I do own: My imagination.

A Vignette

Dawn was working on the computer, trying to find some information on the latest big bads that had been giving the Scooby’s some problems. As she worked she thought she noticed something in the corner of her eye, she turned, but there was no one there. Have you ever had that feeling like something moved but when you looked, it wasn’t. Dawn was having that feeling right now. She looked around the room, and decided it was her imagination. She began again, this particular demon was hard to find information on…when, out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw something move, just a flash. She looked, nothing was there. Again, she felt that it was just her imagination. So she kept on with her project. She was getting tired and she was just staring at the screen without really looking, and she caught the movement again, but this time she caught a glimpse…….Tara.


Dawn got up from the computer and looked around the room, again, nothing, but she was sure she had caught a glimpse, it was Tara, she was there with her now. Dawn closed her eyes and fought back the tears that suddenly threatened to come. She missed Tara so. Maybe it was just her imagination, she was tired.

She walked over to the front door, opened and looked out into the cool black night, wishing Buffy would return from her patrol. She suddenly felt so lonely and sad, the tears burst. She loved Tara and did miss her so. Wha.. something brushed her cheek. She felt it, she knew she did.

“Tara? Are you here?”

She looked around the room, nothing, then caught a streak of light from the corner of her eye and suddenly felt so cold. She wasn’t afraid, but the feeling was different, broaching on wonder, could it be, could it be. Dawn went over to the TV and turned it on, then decided to try something. She put the TV on a channel where there wasn’t a station so the screen simply showed raster, she turned the sound down, and fixed a stare into the raster. After a time she found it hypnotic, as she watched the raster, fixated on the screen, something appeared in the corner of her vision, she didn’t look, she purposely kept looking directly into the raster and tried to look using only her peripheral vision…..and she caught her breath, in a stream of living lights, almost too faint to see, stood Tara.

Dawn blinked, and the vision was gone. But she was sure she had seen it. She knew without a doubt, that Tara was there and she was with them. Dawn was wondering if she could go a step further. Buffy had got all trancy one time, which allowed her to see me, Dawn was thinking. I wonder if I could do that.

The next day, Dawn collected some materials. That night, after Buffy had gone, Dawn set out some candles and used some of the powder she was sure Buffy had used that one time. Dawn sat herself in the middle of the circle and closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. She found this exercise extremely difficult as thoughts would seem to come pouring in from anywhere about anything. Dawn found that she had to work at keeping her mind clear, it was a lot hard than she had ever imagined it would be. After a time, she felt herself becoming light, at least that’s what it felt like. She continued to meditate, using a mantra Willow had taught her long ago.

Dawn opened her eyes, and was surprised, the room was filled with a greenish glow! Then Dawn realized that in the trance she was viewing herself the same way that those outside of reality probably did. Dawn slowly got up, and walked over to the mirror. She wanted to see what she looked like as “the key.” As she stepped in front of the mirror her breath was taken away. “Oh, my god!” Dawn had never seen anything so beautiful in her life, there she stood, she could see herself clearly, but emanating from all around her was a beautiful greenish shimmer that seemed to glow with a life of its own. Then something else, she wasn’t alone, standing next to her and holding her, stood Tara with a smile. Dawn turned with tears streaming down her cheeks, and looked into the face of immortality.


Buffy quietly entered through the back door. The bruises told of the “bad” night she had had. She wished she would’ve taken Dawn with her. She opened the fridge and took out some of the left over turkey and the milk. Sat down and had a little snack. Then looked around,


No answer.

Buffy went up the stairs and noticed Dawn’s bedroom door was ajar, so she peeked in, there stood Dawn in front of her mirror, with tears flowing down her cheeks as she seemed to be looking off into space. Buffy noticed the circle of powder on the floor and the candles and recognized the setup for inducing a trance.

She looked at Dawn, “Dawn, Dawn are you okay?”

Dawn had been quietly listening to Tara. She looked at Buffy and gasped. Still in her trance she had never seen Buffy like this before. Buffy had a beautiful light blue aurora around her with a tinge of light red, and Dawn immediately knew what it was, it was the aurora of “the slayer.”

“Dawn, are you okay?”

“Buffy, she’s here, she’s here with us.”


“Tara, she standing next to me.”

Gasp, “What, you can see Tara?”

“Yes, now I can, I can also see me, it is so beautiful and I can see you too.”

“What do you mean, what do you see?”

“I see me, as ‘the key,’ I, I can see the energy, the pure green energy, it is so beautiful, I can see Tara , and I can see you too.”

“Tara, Me?”

“Buffy, you have a beautiful light blue aurora, now I know how the demons can spot you so easily.”

“Tara is here?”

“Buffy she is holding you right now, she loves you so much.”

Buffy couldn’t help herself, she could feel the tears begin, “What do you mean she is holding me.”

“She just is.”

“I don’t feel her.”

“Buffy, you can’t, she is somewhere else, but she is here too.”

“She wants us to know that she loves us, she loves us so much. Buffy, I can feel it, I can feel the love coming from her, I, I can feel it.”

Buffy didn’t know what to say, this all seemed so, so surreal.

“Dawn, I”

Dawn looked at Buffy, “It is okay, really.” And gave her a warm hug and held her tight. They clung to each other, each being a part of the other, Buffy remembered what she had once said, “she’s me, they made her out of me, when I hold her I……,” bringing a level of intensity of feeling and closeness beyond that which could ever be experienced by any other two living beings, and then Tara, quietly, held them both

— The End —