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[shy_witch]

I have to be the strong one.

It's just like after mom passed. Dad and Donnie fell apart without her, and I stepped in, and stiffened my upper lip, and held the family together.

And when Buffy died, Willow and Dawnie looked to me to keep things running on a daily basis for the first little while, before Will got her feet under her

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[ozwolf]

It's late, and I've been waiting to catch Tara alone. I finally manage. I think it must be Fred's turn in the bed upstairs, and I'd been on the back porch. I looked in and saw Tara, and I peek in. "Hey," I say, "Wanna join me?" I ask, holding the door wider.

[shy_witch]

Smiling faintly, I nod, and step out onto the porch with Oz. It's a little chilly. I supress a faint shudder at the night air, and sit on the steps, looking up at him.

"How you holding up?" I ask softly.

[ozwolf]

I smile at her and sit down next to her. "Hey," I say, voice quiet. "That was my line." And exactly what I'd been going to say. Word for word. "I'm okay. Worried. I think it's the waiting around for things to get done that's the worst part. What about you though?"

[shy_witch]

"They're ok, Oz," I reply, voice equally quiet. "I'm certain that they are. I can't let myself think otherwise."

My fingers toy idly with the hem of the long skirt I'd put on that morning, my ankles crossing. I don't want to tell him how small and alone I feel right now...how worried I really am...