A Knight in Shining Armor
SPOILERS: Takes place sometime in season 5 after
"Tough Love". And I totally stole a line from "The
SUMMARY: The fluffiest piece of fluff ever written.
It's kinda a sequel to my songfic 3 am. Willow's
fantasy of rescuing Tara.
FEEDBACK: I insist! It's an order!
DISCLAIMER: I am not Joss Whedon. I don't own Willow
or Tara or the line that I totally stole from "The
Gift" or anything, really. Blah, blah, blah.
RATING: It's a G. It could be a Disney movie.
DISTRIBUTION: Go for it. Just ask, and you shall
THANK YOUS: First of all, thanks so much to Patricia
for giving me the idea. That's obviously vital.
Then, thanks to Alex for giving me Glory banter. And
finally, thanks to my brain-stealing, twin sister
Sarah for holding my hand as I wrote it and nitpicking
with her English Major.
WARNINGS: THIS IS VERY FLUFFY! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
The wind tousled Willow's red hair as she urged her
horse forward. Her sense of urgency deepened with
every passing moment and Willow felt that she couldn't
get to the tower fast enough. Her damsel in distress
was waiting for her, locked in the inpenetrable tower,
and Willow had to do everything in her power to rescue
Flecks of foam flew from her horses mouth and it
whinnied in protest as Willow dug her heels into it's
flanks, trying to increase her speed even more. The
horse could not endure her demands, however, and they
fell to the ground in a flurry of arms and legs.
Willow beat the ground in frustration and pulled
herself up. She put her hand on the horses neck,
using her magick to lull it into a deep sleep.
Grabbing her sword, she continued onto the tower on
As she neared the forbidden fortress, the air grew
hotter and thicker and Willow slowed her approach,
struggling more and more with every step. Her sword
threatened to slip from her sweaty grasp and Willow
held it in front of her, clasped with both hands. Her
heart beat faster as a fierce roar echoed in her ears.
Uncertain of what sort of beast awaited her, she
gasped as a huge green dragon flew up in front of her.
"I will avenge the imprisonment of my love," Willow
said and raised her sword menacingly.
The dragon stopped in midair and snorted, a puff of
smoke escaping it's nostrils. It put its clawed hands
on it's hips and stared at her.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Little
girlie riding to the rescue," the dragon hissed and
laughed at Willow.
"Now I'm pissed," Willow muttered under her breath as
she closed her eyes and started conjuring.
The dragon hovered in mid-air, confusion etched on
it's face as it watched Willow. The confusion suddenly
gave way to laughter as she watched the witche's
futile attempts at spellcasting.
"What the hell are you doing?" it asked as Willow
looked up, her eyes black.
"Sending you to hell," Willow said as she sent her
sword flying at light speed at the dragon's heart.
The dragon didn't even have time to react as the
sword hit it, smashing through it's target and sending
the dragon spinning backwards.
"Bitch!" it muttered as it shattered, littering the
countryside with pieces of burning flesh.
"That was almost too easy," Willow said as she
started up the steps to the top of the tower. She was
definitely looking forward to waking the princess from
her enchanted sleep.
The three hundred steps to the tower tired her body
but only strenthened her spirit. Her happiness was
bubbling over as she finally reached the door. She
raised her hand to knock but shook her head and
dramatically pushed the door open.
Expecting to see her beautiful princess, Willow
jumped back as she was confronted with a wretched old
"Want an apple, girlie?" the hag sputtered out and
offered a beautiful red one in her gnarled hand.
Willow accepted the apple and looked at it, turning
it over in her hands.
"This apple looks too good to eat," she said, not
"That's what it's for, mortal," the hag said bitterly
and then cleared her throat, changing her tone of
voice to syrupy sweet. "I mean, it's delicious, my
Willow walked forward until she was face-to-face with
the hag. She gazed deeply into the hag's eyes and
lifted the apple until she was sure that the hag could
"Something tells me this apple is chock full of a
daily allotment of poison," Willow said. The hag
shook her head and her mouth fell open in shock.
"All the better to kill you with, my dear," Willow
yelled as she shoved the apple into the hag's gaping
maw and laughed in triumph.
The hag stumbled back and grabbed her stomach. She
fell to the ground and shrieked as she started
spinning and smoking. Willow watched transfixed as
the smoke changed colors and the hag's body became
smaller and smaller until the only thing left in the
tower room was a pile of smoking clothes. Kicking the
pile for good measure, Willow spun on her heel and
left the room.
She took the three hundred steps back to the ground
floor two at a time.
"Not in the top of the tower," she muttered in
between breaths, "must be in the....dungeon!"
Willow stopped to rest only for a moment on the
ground floor before she took the three hundred steps
to the dungeon.
"Whoever built this place sure had a thing for
stairs," she said as she reached the door to the
She cautiously opened the door and poked her head
into the lone cell, sighing in relief when she saw her
princess asleep on a straw matress on the floor. Her
princess was dressed in a simple purple shift but it
did nothing to diminish her beauty. Her long golden
tresses were spread out under her head and her parted
lips moved with each breath.
Willow crept up to the beautiful sleeping figure and
knelt down beside her. Willow almost shook her
princess' shoulder to wake her when she remembered the
right way to wake an enchanted sleeping princess.
Pulling her hair back with one hand, Willow placed a
tender kiss on her princess' crimson lips.
Her princess stirred and opened her lovely blue eyes.
Willow smiled as they rested upon her and brushed the
hair away from her princess' flawless face.
"Good morning, sunshine," Willow said and planted a
kiss on her princess' forehead.
"Willow?" her princess muttered as she rubbed her
eyes, trying to convince herself that her horrible
dream was finally over.
"Tara?" Willow replied.
"Willow...I got so lost," Tara said, her eyes tearing
up as she realized that her torment had ended.
"I found you," Willow answered, pulling Tara into an
embrace and gently brushing the tears from Tara's
cheeks. "I'll always find you."
Willow gently lifted Tara into her arms and kissed
"You ready to leave this place?" she asked her love.
Tara nodded and Willow walked out the door. The
stairs were not a problem this trip as Willow was
literally floating with happiness. They reached the
ground floor, where Willow's horse was waiting, fully
restored after it's magickal sleep. Willow gently
placed Tara atop the horse's back and climbed up
behind her, putting her arms around her and grabbing
the reigns. The horse trotted out of the tower and
started the long journey back to the kingdom of
Sunnydale. Heading west, the two girls rode into the
sunset. And they lived happily ever after.