By: AmberAlysonLover
Rating: R soon to be NC17!
Spoilers: None...I dont think anyway
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all its characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy Inc, and 20th Century Fox. Rebel Without a Cause was written by Stewart Stern and staried the wonderful all American rebel...James Dean ( my man!)
Summary: This is my verison of this great film. It's about Willow and Tara, outcasts and rebels. They met, fall in love and fight to stay together.
Notes: I am a huge James Dean fan. I love this film soooooo much and I though it would be cool if it was about Willow and Tara
I hope u enjoy Rebel With a Cause - Written by Stewart Stern and Rebecca Stone
Cast of characters:
Willow's Family:
Willow's Grandmother: A chic, domineering woman in her sixties who has made her son Ira dependent upon her for every breath he takes. She is the irritant in the household--the silent ruler--the silent enemy of Ira's marriage.
Willow's Father: Ira is an unfeathered man who has never been able to have fun. He is anxious to be a real father to Willow, but has never learned how.
Willow's Mother: Tense and immature, Shelia has never loved the husband she married. Upset by the presence of her mother-in-law, mated with an ineffectual and joyless man, she takes out her disappointment on him and on her daugther.
Willow: The angry victim and the result. At seventeen she is filled with confusion about her role in life. Because of her "nowhere" father, she does not know how to be a woman. Because of her wounding mother, she anticipates destruction in all women. And yet she wants to find a girl who will be willing to receive her tenderness.
Tara's Family:
Tara's Father: Donald is a junior partner in a law firm. Because he is frightened by the adolescence of his daughter, Tara, his only recourse is to criticize and bully her.
Tara's Mother: Andrea is the only joy in Tara's life. The woman are close and share everything together, much to Donald's hatred. Tara could never see her life without this strong, caring and beautiful woman.
Tara's Brother: Donny is a 2 years older then Tara. Like his father, Donny enjoy's to pick on his little sister. He loves his father and they always plot together, no one could stand in their way.
Tara: The victim and the result. At seventeen, she is in a panic of frustration regarding her father--needing his love and suffering when it is denied. This forces her to invite the attention of the local bad crowd, which Tara fits in.
Buffy: Daugther of a divided family--an absent father and a traveling mother--she feels himself the target of desertion. At seventeen she wants to find a substitute family for herself so that she need no longer feel cold, and especially a friend who will supply the mothey protection and warmth she needs and cannot find.
Faith: A sado-masochistic girl of seventeen, who acts out aggressively her idea of what a woman should be in order to hide her real sensitivities and needs. She was probably rejected by both parents and must constantly court danger and must constantly court danger in order to achieve any sense of prestige or personal worth.
The Kids:
Xander, Dawn, Spike, Fred, Angel, Gunn and Cordy: They are all searching for recognition in the only way available to them; all suffering from unfulfilled hungers at home; all creating an outside world of chaos in order to bear the chaos they feel inside. They are soldiers in search of an enemy.
Now onto the story..........
We can see the night's sky. All the stars are out, its a cold and damp night. We can also hear the ringing of the church bells. A lonely street full of parked cars. The singing diminishes but a thread of it remains. A car has just parked. The headlights snap off. A man emerges whistling the same melody and pulls some gifts from the front seat. He slams the door and starts down the street in the direction of a house with bright windows. He must pass an empty lot full of rusty grass and litter which lies in darkness between two street lights.
As the man walks by the lot, still whistling, a gang rises silently from the grass, figures who have been lying in concealment until now. They step noiselessly onto the pavement and follow the man. At the sound of their boots the whistling stops.
The man glances behind him and sees the figures walking after him, filling the pavement. A street light shows them to be boys and girls and all quite young. The man moves on more swiftly and the sound of their pursuit increases. He begins to run toward the lighted house and the following steps run too. Suddenly he stops under the next street light and turns to face the figures. They are upon him and around him quickly. Nobody speaks for a moment, then one of the girls grins. Her name is Faith. She is big and filled with an awareness of her own strength and power
Faith ( smiling ): That was pretty what you were whistling. Whistle some more
The man whistles a nervous phrase, trying to make a joke of the situation which he doesn't understand.
Faith: You got a cigarette?
Man: Oh, I think so--
The man fumbles in his pocket, finds a pack and drops it in his nervousness. The gang wait until he picks it up. He offers one to Faith.
Man: They are Filter tips
Faith ( still smiling ): You smoke it. Smoke it, Dad.
Smiling uncertainly, the man puts the cigarette in his mouth. Faith, still smiling, takes out a packet of wooden matches.
Faith ( still happy and smiling ): I'll light it for you, Dad.
Faith ignites a match and holds it near the Man's face for a second, searching it. Then he ignites the whole box under his nose. The man shrieks, and his packages fall. Faith slaps him sharply, her smile gone. Faith places a mechanical monkey which has dropped from its wrappings. It begins to dance madly on the pavement, then runs down.
The feet of the figures scatter past the unmoving monkey. The man was no long gone and then we see a young girl lying on the road. She is quite drunk, and she slips once. This is Willow, a good-looking kid of seventeen with long red hair. The spilled packages on the pavement stop him. She bends down to see what they are and picks up the mechanical monkey from the wreckage. She smiles and winds it up. She sets it on the sidewalk and sits down. She watches it dance for a moment, happily. A siren is heard distantly, growing louder. Willow pays no attention to it as she winds the monkey again and releases it for its dance.
The siren screaming wildly, then dying. The sound of brakes. Camera moves to reveal the police car stopped at the entrance of a Precinct Station. Two officers dismount, bearing between them the struggling Willow. They bear her up the steps and in through the double doors. We see the Reception area. A large open space onto which several corridors converge. In the middle is a Sergeant's desk, really a quadrangular counter in the center of which the Sergeant stands. There are a few glass-walked interviewing rooms which open off the area, and several benches lining the walls. The scene is one of confusion, activity and waiting. Phones ring. The arrested pass in custody of officers. Present among others at Willow's entrance are: Tara, who is blonde and seventeen. She sits on a crowded bench wearing an expression of downcast bitterness. On a bench across the way from her are three remarkably dirty little Mexican children without shoes or socks.
The oldest is a boy of four who is protecting his little sister who in turn mothers an infant crying on the bench beside her. Standing at a corner of the desk is a docile, undersized girl of steventeen named Elizabeth "Buffy" Summers. She is shivering. With him is a large woman, a kinda nanny. Willow comes through the doors and is led to the desk. One of the officers presents a brief report to the Sergeant , who examines it.
Sergeant: Mixed up in that beating on Twelfth Street?
Officer: No. Plain drunkenness.
Sergeant: This says she was picked up there
Officer: They had her on the carpet for an hour at Headquarters. She's clear. Plain drunkenness.
Sergeant: Young squirt. All right--You want to lean her against something? Stand her over there.
The officer leads Willow to Tara's bench and stands her against the wall beside it.
Willow is frisked, a look of prayer on her upturned face. The officer finds the toy monkey in her pocket and would take it, but when Willow asks to keep it, the officer hands it back and moves away. Another officer enters and leads the prisoner who is sitting next to Tara into another room. With that Willow sits beside her. She smiles at her but receives only a chilling look. She winds the monkey up and sets it dancing on the floor, and she is amused. We can see Buffy watching and smiling at the act. She is then joined by a officer, Gene, who seem's worried about the young girl.
Gene: You going to tell me your name now?
Buffy looks away and shakes her head. She doesnt wanna give too much away.
Gene: Listen, kid, I am here to help. Just tell me your name, please?
Buffy: No, bite me!
Gene: Now come on, let's play nice
Gene is now joined by Ray. Ray is another Juvenile Officer, and he wants everyone to get along. He turns to Tara, looking down at her
Ray: Tara--we're ready for you now
Tara ( a mumble ): He hates me
Ray: What?
Tara: He hates me!
She rises. Ray leads her to one of the glass-walled offices. Willow watches them go. She really like's the look of that girl, Tara. That is such a pretty name, Willow thought.
Ray: What makes you think he hates you, Tara?
Tara: I don't think. I know. He looks at me like I'm the ugliest thing in the world. He doesn't like my friends--he--
Ray leads her into the office. Inside small office as Tara comes in, Ray following. He indicates a chair for her while he sits down behind a desk.
Tara: (continuing) He doesn't like anything about me-- he calls me--he calls me--
She starts to cry. She doesn't hide it, but keeps wiping the tears with the palms of her hands.
Ray: He makes you feel pretty unhappy?
Tara: (crying) He calls me a dirty tramp--my own father!
Ray: Do you think your father means that?
Tara: Yes! I don't know! I mean maybe he doesn't mean it but he acts like he does. We're altogether and we're going to celebrate Easter and catch a double bill. Big deal. So I put on my new dress and I came out and he--
Ray: That one?
Tara: Yes--he started yelling for a handkerchief--screaming. He grabbed my face and he rubbed all my lipstick off--he rubbed till I thought I wouldn't have any lips left. And all the time yelling at me--that thing--the thing I told you he called me. Then I ran out of the house.
Ray: Is that why you were wandering around at one o'clock in the morning?
Tara: I was just talking a walk. I tried to call the kids but everybody was out and I couldn't find them. I hate my life. I just hate it.
Ray: You weren't looking for company, were you?
Tara: No
Ray: Did you stop to talk to anyone, Tara? (she is silent) Do you enjoy that?
Tara: No. I don't even know why I do it.
Ray: Do you think you can get back at your Dad that way? I mean sometimes if we can't get as close to somebody as we'd like we have to try making them jealous--so they'll have to pay attention. Did you ever think of that?
Tara: I'll never get close to anybody.
Ray: Some kids stomped a man on Twelfth Street, Tara
Tara:You know where they picked me up! Twelfth Street! I wasn't even near there!
Ray: Would you like to go home if we can arrange it?
(no answer; to WOMAN OFFICER)
Ray: Did you notify the parents?
Woman officer: She wouldn't give me their number.
Ray: What's your number, Tara? We'll see if your Dad will come and get you.
Tara looks up hopefully.
Ray: Unless you really don't want to go home. (silence) Would you rather stay here?
She looks up and speaks very quietly. She knows she cant win this fight
Tara: Sunnydale 05549.
The wail of a siren is heard. Tara looks off through the glass wall toward Willow. The blond really liked the sight of Willow, she was someone different alright. Willow sits with her head back, eyes closed. As the siren mounts louder, Willow opens her mouth and imitates it--a long, forlorn wail. We can see Buffy smiling at Willow's wail. Then Willow is joined by an officer
Officer: Hey!
Willow continues for a moment. She is really enjoying this, and she likes seeing Tara watching her
Officer: Hey! That's enough static out of you.
Willow: Want me to imitate a stupid cop?
Officer: Cut it out now. I'm warning you.
Willow ( grins ): Yes, ma'am.
The officer moves out. The nanny bends over Buffy who is shivering violently.
Nanny: You shivering, Elizabeth? You cold?
Buffy shakes her head. Willow notices her and smiles
Willow: Want my jacket?
Buffy looks up at Willow
Willow: You want my jacket? It's warm.
Buffy wants it but shakes her head "no." Inside the office, Ray and Tara seated as before. Tara is still gazing through the glass.
Ray:Your mother will be down in a few minutes, Tara-
Tara (smiling ) Mama?
Ray: Your mother will be down in a few minutes.
Tara: Thank god...mama loves me
Ray leads Tara out of his office. She cant help but look over to Willow, she really hopes to see more of her soon.
Ray: Your mother is here, good luck Tara
Tara: Thank you
Then we see Tara running into her mother's arms. They hug, smile before walking to their car. Willow slowly watches and waves goodbye to Tara. Then we see Gene, who walks over to where the nanny and Buffy are sitting.
Gene: Elizabeth Summers?
Nanny: Yes, sir.
Gene: Come with me, Elizabeth
Buffy rises and goes with Gene, the nanny following. Willow is alone. She closes her eyes, throws her head back and gives another siren wail. Then from outside we hear a yell
Shelia: WILLOW!
Willow looks up suddenly, scared. Then she smiles mysteriously and staggers to her feet. Willow's parents and grandma framed in the doorway, frozen. They are all dressed in evening clothes. The mother is a very chic but rather hard-faced woman. The father is an unfeathered man. The grandma is the smallest, also very chic and very bright-eyed.
Willow ( smiles at them ): Happy Easter
Shelia: Where were you tonight? They called us at the club and I got the fright of my life!
Willow just rolls her eyes
Ira: Where were you tonight, baby girl?
Still nothing off their daughter. But for some reason, Ira starts to laugh
Willow ( looks mad ): You think this is funny?
Willow turns suddenly and walks to the glass wall of the office behind which Buffy, the nanny and Gene are visible. She looks through the glass partition which separates her from Buffy.
Willow: Why didn't you take my jacket?
Inside office. Willow is seen through the glass. She moves away. Buffy is still shivering, cracking her knuckles.
Gene: Do you know why you shot those puppies, Elizabeth? (silence) Is that what they call you or do you have a nickname?
Buffy: (a murmur) Buffy
Nanny: You talk to the man nice now, hear? He's going to help you.
Buffy: Nobody can help me.
Gene: Can you tell me why you killed the puppies, Buffy?
Buffy: No, sir. I just went next door to look at them like I always do. They were nursing on their mother and I did it. I guess I'm just no good?
Gene: What do you think's going to happen, you do things like that?
Buffy: I needed something to do, someone to love
Gene: Where are your parents?
Buffy: Gone, no more
Other office. Willow, her parents, grandma and Ray are gathered in the small room. Willow is humming to herself as if she had absolutely no interest in what is happening around her. Ray suspects this is something more than mere disinterest, so lets the humming go on, in order to discover its real purpose. Grandma watches everything like a tennis match, reacting with soft little sounds of terror or astonishment or sympathy. No one pays any attention to her. For a moment no one talks. Ray watches Willow as she hums. Then the father shakes his head and looks up.
Ira: I don't see what's so bad about taking a little drink.
Ray: You dont?
Ira: No. I definitely don't. I did the sa--
Ray: She's a minor, Mr. Rosenbreg, and it looks to me like she had more than a little drink.
Ira: Say, listen--
Shelia: (to Willow: in intimate, half-humorous disapproval) Willow--don't hum.
Willow just rolls her eyes at her mother, then away--but continues her humming.
Ira: I guess I cut pretty loose in my day too.
Shelia: Really, Frank? When was that?
Ira: Listen--can't you wait till we get home?
Ray: Whoa! Whoa! I know you're a little upset but--
Ira: Sorry
Ray: What about you, Willow? Got anything to say for yourself?
Willowstops humming and shrugs.
Ray: Not interested, huh?
Willow shakes her head.
Shelia: Can't you answer? What's the matter with you anyhow?
Ira: She's just loaded, honey.
Shelia: I was talking to Willow
Ira: (to RAY) Let me just explain to you--we just moved here, y'understand? The kid has no friends yet and--
Willow: Tell him why we moved here.
Ira: Hold it, Willow.
Willow: You can't protect me.
Ira: (to Willow) You mind if I try? You have to slam the door in my face? (to RAY) I try to get to her--what happens? (to Willow) Don't I give you everything you want? A bicycle--you get a bicycle. A car--
WillowYou buy me many things. Thank you.
Ira: Not just buy! You hear all this talk about not lovely your kids enough. We give you love and affection, don't we?
Silence; Willow is fighting her emotion but her eyes grow wet.
Ira: Then what is it? I can't even touch you anymore but you pull away. I want to understand you. Why'd you get drunk? You must have had a reason.
Willow stares straight ahead, trying not to listen.
Ira: Was it because we went to that party? (silence) You know what kind of drunken brawls those parties turn into-- it's no place for kids.
Shelia: A minute ago you said you didn't care if she drinks.
Grandma: He said a little drink.
Suddey Willow jumps up, kicks her chair hard across the floor
Willow (exploding) You're tearing me apart!
Shelia: What?
Willow: Stop tearing me apart! You say one thing and he says another and then everybody changes back--
Shelia: That's a fine way to behave!
Grandma: (smiling) Well you know who she takes after!
Ray takes Willow's hand, pulls her to his office. He wants some time alone with this young girl.
Ray: Excuse us a minute?
Ira: (very overwrought) Sure. Sure.
Ray: Come on Willow, lets talk
So do u like so far?
AmberAlysonlover 
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But, I love this fic! 
If the movie is anything like this may have to rent it. I love your stuff. 
and 
and the rest seem to be alot different than their norms. I can't wait to see where you take this. 
Can't wait to 
more. Update soon, please? 
hey there, nice story do far!! 
like I said I am a huge James Dean fan and I think his work was amazing. I always loved rebels and I thought its about time our girls become some 
Thanks a bunches!! 
But I will rent it when I get paid on Wensday. 
I have a guess for who dies. 
So Fred dies? 
OMG! 
I don't believe it! You killed Faith! 
I like how 
Her mom sucks! What is her freaking problem?