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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by Jessie » Tue Mar 12, 2002 9:53 am
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by Pixie » Tue Mar 12, 2002 10:38 am
quote:
Originally posted by wiccachica:
Pixie- Your posts always crack me up! Full regalia!!! LOL!!!...Why do I have the feeling you have a whole army of kittens in full pen uniform at your beck and call?...hmm...maybe that's too much of a good thing...
>I< crack >you< up?!? Wow, that's high praise! And I have to credit the "full regalia" wording to Owl. And in terms of the army of kittens at my beck and call...I'm just a humble mitten who likes accessories (Okay, that >really< was less naughty in my head.)
I like the characterization of Willow right now - can't even cry; and yes, to echo Jessie, is that >the< disc? But I have to say that I'm surprised at the troll. I just can't see Tara hurting everyone, >especially< Willow, by letting them think she's a vampire. I understand her need to get away and hide, but this seems so hurtful. Don't get me wrong, I'm in this for the long haul, but this is just jarring.
Also, I'd like to second Owl's question to you on what you like to call your us, your faithful mittens. I think Owl came up with wiccens, chiccens, and troll lovers. The only things I can think of are:
wiccachica + mittens = wicmittens
wiccachica + concubines (you said you wanted a harem, right?) = woncubines (get it, "wonky", get it?)
Anyway, just let us know, and we'll start adding logos to our harnesses and helmets.
quote:by wiccachica » Tue Mar 12, 2002 11:01 am
Jessie...to your question....(wink)...which should lead to the biggest question of all.... (hmm..)
Spottie Dottie.... I spent most of my time on 6th! I hung out at the Hideout Cafe and Katz's Deli on 8th ( I think)..very cool!
Pixie....do you know how much I laughed at reading Woncubines!!!!! Holy heck!
And to answer you question a bit about the Tara hurting them by saying she's a Vamp.... I agree...the troll is evil in doing it...but when he explained to me that sometimes...people make the worst decisions without really thinking about it first...I had to tell him I agreed with him....that it does happen....even to Tara Maclay...
And then the troll said to me...
" No dear...I wasn't talking about Tara...I was talking about you and those awful shoes you're wearing...."
The troll has major shoe issues...I think it's because when you're like troll-sized...it's all you have to be angry about.
New Edition.....soon....
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"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
" I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz
by Sassette » Tue Mar 12, 2002 11:46 am
Sorry ... I'm laughing maniacally on your behalf ... or, umm ... the trolls behalf. And, I hate to say it, but - those shoes ARE pretty awful.
Good Golly, By Gosh, you're good. Schnikeys.
-Sass
by wiccachica » Tue Mar 12, 2002 12:26 pm
Chapter Ninety-Five: The Littlest Amazon….
Okay…I fully admit I was totally NOT thinking when I just stormed out of the house after the all went upstairs to Willow’s door.
I just felt like no one was doing ANYTHING to help.
Not that me standing here in the middle of a spooky cemetery…. in the middle of the night was doing anything…
Or me getting eaten by this sharp-toothed oogey guy in the middle of Vampire Central would be considered HELPING…
That’s why you brought Mr. Pointy Junior and a holy water squirt gun…
We were basically at an impasse. I had the squirt gun leveled at his face…
…And he had his hands in the air in surrender….
I half expected the guy to charge anyway…they always did…but this one seemed to possess a higher intelligence….at least I think he does …before he tries to negotiate with me.
" Look….kid…you let me bite you…and I’ll let you live…like…FOREVER..…a little snack for me….a great big all-knowing..all seeing eternity for you…(he makes a billboard motion with his raised hands) …Young Forever…...sounds nice…eh?"
" You watch way too many vampire movies.." I say…not budging.
" And you don’t watch enough….Who walks around a cemetery this time of night if they don’t want to be eaten?"
Good point…but…
" I’m looking for a friend." I say.
" You can’t make live friends?" He asks…rather piteously…but with a hint of true sadness for me…which leads me to think he might not be too bright after all….nor heinously evil….
He’s actually a little doofy…
" I HAVE live friends….I’m just looking for someone…in particular." I say defiantly…not letting my guard down.
" Well…you promise not to pull the trigger on that thing…I’ll try and help you out…." He says…eyeing the plastic yellow water pistol in my hand as though it were a wicked looking Glock.
" Help me out of my life…I’ll bet…" I say.
" Wow…you have trust issues." He says back to me.
" Only when it comes to vampires and my neck." I say.
" Okay…you have a point…But I’m an Alabaster….a man of HONOR…If I say I’ll do something….I MEAN it…"
This guy is a genuine flunkey of all things vampire…
I almost feel a strange kinship with this vampire….he’s like…a…geek….
" Okay….Mr. Alabaster…"
" Danger." He corrects me..hands still in the air… I stifle a laugh in my throat….
" Okay…Mr. Danger…I’m looking for Tara Maclay…" I say.
He drops his hands and rolls his eyes.
" You’re a friend of THE Tara Maclay?" He says with a guffaw. " Well THAT’S just a coincidence…and I don’t even know what to say about coincidences….except that they happen when you most want them to…"
As though I’d spoken some speakeasy word through a door..he grins and beckons for me to follow him down the aisle of stone….
Okay…Dawn…what part of ridiculous is this planless venture of going to a Vampire Tara…to what…talk???….
Mr. Danger leads me past several dilapidated crypts to a fairly large crypt. He pushes the door aside and points into the darkened doorway.
" She’s probably asleep…" He says quietly.
Oh this is sooooo a trap, Dawn…
But then he steps aside…giving me wide berth and a smile that makes me question my sanity…
…..is this guy for real???
" Tara?" I call into the darkness….lightly at first…keeping my distance…and holding my wavering water gun….
I hear a soft sound inside….
" Tara…it’s me…." The sound again…like something turning over in it’s grave…
Okay…your imagination is getting the best of you…Dawn…You’re in the Gentle Earth Cemetery with some weirdo vampire and talking to a crypt filled with who-knows what…..You KNOW what…some evil undead creature from the depths of hell that is going to leap out of that doorway and latch itself to your face…and lay eggs ….
Too many movies….Dawn-o…..
" Dawnie?" The voice came out slow and wondrous with sleep.
My heart leaps. Tara…
And it wasn’t the sound of evil…or the sound of a woman without a soul….It was the sound of MY Tara…
" Yeah…" I say….still holding the gun at the opening…just in case…..
And then a figure launches out of the crypt….
It wraps its arms around me…and pulls me into a fierce embrace.
I am surrounded by warmth..and for a brief second…none of my internal peril alarms are functional….
In fact…. Something is striking me as wrong with this picture….something so wrong it is RIGHT…
Warmth….I’m surrounded by….warmth….
And it all falls into place….
It all makes a sort of crazy sense….
Tara….MY favourite Tara…is ALIVE…..
I bury my face into her neck and I cry….
I cry with relief…with anger…with everything that has happened up until this very moment…..
But most of all…I cry because there is still hope….
" Oh! Are you all right? Are you hurt? What are you doing out here at this time of night? I am sooooo mad at you right now!" Tara says in one breath and with tear-filled exasperation.
I pull back…and wipe at my tears…. I am soooo going to be in trouble when this is over…but I don’t even care about that right now…
" Ditto." I say.
" She’s lucky I didn’t eat her before she told me she was a friend of yours…" Danger says with mock angst… Trying on his toughboy look…
" I think you’re luckier she didn’t make you a prime candidate for a Dustbuster, Danger." Tara says…stroking my hair…." This is a very tough lady…."
" A Hairpuller…" I admonish..and she hugs me again….
TBC…..
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"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
" I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz
by BytrSuite » Tue Mar 12, 2002 12:36 pm
But, uh-oh. Willow and that disk. That yellow disk. That could be very, very bad. Or very, very good.
by wiccachica » Tue Mar 12, 2002 1:21 pm
Have you ever asked yourself how I work in between updates???
(Because I do....)
The Random Edition:
Chapter Ninety-Six: And Willow Makes Three….
PRINTING…
I watch the printer as it starts on the last page…
"How many Willows’ does it take to screw in a light bulb?" Willow says across the small table of candles.
I am in no mood for jokes…this is serious stuff we’re dealing with…this is LIFE or DEATH stuff….and this Willow’s mirth is not welcome…
" How many?" The other Willow asks patiently, because she knows I’M not going to answer her…
" One…if she’s hoarding one of those funky gemmy amulets…she can just make HERSELF do it…." Willow says with a proud grin.
I know this Willow…I know her well…she is the scared Willow…the one who cracks jokes at the very worst time…who laughs instead of cries… she is me about two minutes ago…
" Get serious you two..it’s time." I say firmly.
" Okay Will…but you should really stop and think about this before leaping in feet first…" The other Willow says….
Ah, yes….Reasonable Willow….the one I hate the most in moments like this…. Because she always makes the kind of sense I DON’T need to hear right now….
" I know what I’m doing." I say to her… I hand her the lighted herbs….
" Okay…YOU’RE the boss…" She says…
" Uhm…getting her soul back…what exactly does that entail?" Willow asks me.
" It entails taking it from wherever it’s gone and putting it in the Orb of Thesula here. It takes between five to ten minutes….and about a minute to put it back where it belongs…." Reasonable Me says.
" Sounds easy enough." Funny Willow says.
" The most dangerous things always do." The other Willow says…giving me a pointed look.
Gosh I don’t like her.
" Shh." I say. The last thing we need right now if for Buffy or Xander to hear three Willows up here chatting….besides…I don’t want to hear old stodgy britches Me talk any more….
" What do I do?" Funny Willow says. I hand her the latin book…opened to the appropriate page.
‘ Just read…. I’ll do the rest…." I say…lifting the translated texts off the printer on the floor.
" You know if you read that straight off the page….." Reasonable Me starts….I silence her with a hand.
" I know what I’m doing…I changed some words…made some adjustments….let’s just do this…" I say, settling in.
" Oh…" She says…holding the herbs over the candles….wafting it over the orb….beginning the ritual…. I look at Funny Willow…and give her the cue to begin….
"Quod perditum est, invenietur." She begins…
Yes…what is lost…now return… yes…indeed….
TBC…
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"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
" I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz
by Owl » Tue Mar 12, 2002 4:42 pm
Woncubines, indeed! Pixie, you have a gift. There's a song Drusilla put on once during a party that we could, uh, transmogrify.... "transylvanian woncubine, you know what flows there like wine...." {I remember this because i just saw it. i'm new to btvs, catching up on fx.} [rasputina, s2 "surprise"]
Speaking of wine..... and adding this to the growing list of things i do here virtually that i never have done, nor will ever do in real life.... (see cheerleading outfit)
***THUMP-THUMP-THUMP*** The very cello-heavy song gets all discofied, and i find myself, drunk on too much WiccaChica Late Shift: vintage 2002, climbing up on one of the tables. I am dressed up like Late-Night-
Showtime Me, and i succumb to the beat...
*bang* *clatter* *thud*
I think i dented my helmet. back to cliffhanging.
by Jessie » Tue Mar 12, 2002 4:43 pm
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by Jessie » Tue Mar 12, 2002 4:46 pm
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by GreenNeutron » Tue Mar 12, 2002 5:15 pm
by wiccachica » Tue Mar 12, 2002 5:43 pm
I like to think of myself as the bad-girl of fic...no boundries....no limits... and I pull the tags off my pillows...
"I'm a loner, Dottie....a rebel...."
I don't correct...and I don't think about what I write until someone tells me it stinks..... (winky wink)
OWL....do you know how much I adore your posts?? I have to pretend I'm coughing to cover up my laughter....
And now all my assistants think I have consumption or something.... or is that or 'sumpshing'
Prepare yourselves......
Late Edition:
Chapter Ninety-Seven: Laying Down the Welcome Mat
Something is bothering you, Spike.
I dab at the marshmallows in my cocoa with a spoon, and brood into my cup as the Scoobies converge in a tiny huddle in the kitchen…
Their main concern…how they were going to handle Willow and her newfound grief…..
But my concern is far from theirs right now….I am concerned about me.
Selfish sounding…I know…but I have this strange feeling that there is something I should have known by now…some VERY important factor….something……
" Okay…ten more minutes and we’ll go up there and try again…she shouldn’t be alone…" Buffy says…
maybe if I wouldn’t have opened my big mouth in the first place…maybe I should have pretended not to know where she was…or what she had become…..
I continue to attempt to drown the tiny white globs of puffed sugar in the brown liquid…but they relentlessly bob to the surface….mocking me….
Can’t even kill a marshmallow these days Spikey ol boy?…You’re just an all-around loser on a grand scale…aren’t ya?
And then…they drop on me like gargantuan hammers….like anvils the bloody size of Texas….like two great big cartoon pianos falling from the sky…
*Bang…tinkle….bang….tinkle…*
It’s truly rare for two revelations to come up on me at the same time…but this was different….this was too important to separate.
It took you long enough to figure it out, Spike…
" Did Little Bit go upstairs with you?" I ask suddenly
" No….I haven’t seen her since…." Buffy says…suddenly looking around the room…. " Dawn???" She calls to the house.
No answer.
" Dawnie???"
Nothing.
" If she did what I think she did…I’ll kill her myself…" Buffy says under her breath…but I can smell it on her…..
Fear….outright fear…..
" Gosh…no need to yell…" Dawn says…walking into the kitchen as casually as ever. Her cheeks are rosy though…from the chill outside…and she smells remarkably like….
" Where were you?" Buffy says…she too can see the girl has been outside…
" I was the only one DOING anything around here…I went to go and talk some sense into Tara…"
" You WHAT????" Buffy shouts…looking like she may actually make good on the killing part of her promise…
" I was FINE, Buffy….I did the right thing…." Dawn defends.
" By going and trying to get yourself killed??!! Tara isn’t Tara anymore!"
Dawn can’t get a word in edgewise on her older sister…. So I decide to help her out.
And now for the second point of business..
" Blushing." I say.
The group turns to me…confusion litters their looks.
" What??" Buffy says…peeved that I’ve interrupted her tirade..
I leave my marshmallow victims to their slowly melting deaths…no time for them now…
" When I asked her about shacking up with her new boy toy…Blondie got all red around the gills…"
" So?" Xander prods…
" Vampires do not blush…as a rule…" I say….
" So she’s not….you mean…she’s FAKING it?" Anya asks…hope twinkling in her eyes…
" I’d say…she’s not even close to being a vampire…I should have known ….any self-respecting vamp would have killed that guy she was with… just for sport…" I say.
" He’s right…" Dawn says, smugly…loving that she was right as well…
" Hi, guys…." Comes a timid voice from the doorway..
Blondie…looking tired…and a little watery around the edges….like she hasn’t had a decent night’s rest in days…
The Scooby gang does not have time to chastise me for not figuring this out sooner…or Dawn for being right stupid for running off in the dark…or even Blondie for pretending to be dead….
No…they are far too happy to have her home…they all rush in to get their arms around her….
" I’m sorry..I’m so sorry…" She cries as they fawn over her… " I didn’t know what else to do…and then Spike came…and it all went very badly….and then Dawnie…and I couldn’t have you all worried about her so I brought her home and….I’m babbling…" She sobs….and they join her….
I’m the only one in control of my manly emotions here. I snivel in privacy…
….well…almost privacy…
There’s a tap at the glass of the kitchen window…and a pair of eyes watching me…
Danger gives us all a peppy little smile and wave.
Before we know what’s going on…Buffy has got a stake in her hand and is walking to the back door….
" Whoa! Whoa..wait! " Both Dawn and Blondie are in front of the door in a flash…arms wide and protective…
I’m actually counting on the Slayer to do her job this time and turn this sap into a coat rack…the guy gives vampires a bad name…total waste of a nice crypt…
" He’s with us…with me…" Tara says…and Buffy pulls short to look at them…
" He’s a v….."
" …Very nice guy who happens to be living challenged…" Blondie says…adamantly
" Or just challenged …period…" I scoff.
" I heard that." Danger says through the door now…
Tara pulls the door open and Danger scowls my way….unable to come in..I let myself smirk at him.
" Someone should really tell you that your manners suck…" He says my way…" Excuse my language…" He adds to the rest of the room.
I see Buffy look from me to this laughable excuse for a vampire….
She’s not going to let G.I. D’oh in here just to spite me is she?
" Uhm…come right on in…" She says…opening the door wider.
" Thanks…nice to meet you…lovely kitchen you have…" He says looking around.
" Thanks…" Buffy says…a little boggled by this polite vamp…
" Er…I didn’t catch your name…." Xander says.
" Danger…." He says…admiring the counter tiles.
" Don’t ask…" Dawn warns Xander and Anya before the questions begin…. " Loooong story…I know…"
Tara shuts the door. She looks at Buffy…
" How’s Wi…..How is she??" Her pained look belies the casualness of the question.
" She’s…not so good…we can’t get her to come out of the room…" Xander says.
" I should see her….make sure she’s all right…" Blondie says.
" I figure she’ll be done soon…." Danger says then…offhandedly admiring the dish rack.
We all turn to him.
" Done…doing WHAT…Danger?" She asks….
" Can’t you smell it?" He asks us all…then looks at me…
I drop my cocoa down from my lips …my senses filled with the rich scent of chocolate…. And something else…something faint…
…Something magical…and very dangerous….
I’ve been so tamed by these people that I’ve lost my keenest abilities….
" She’s casting." I say….
" Something major…" Danger adds.
" Oh….Goddess…" Tara says…and starts for the door leading to the living room….leading upstairs to where her lover could possibly be making one of the biggest mistakes of all time…..
And then….all hell breaks loose….
Literally….
TBC……
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"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
" I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz
[This message has been edited by wiccachica (edited March 12, 2002).]
by Sassette » Tue Mar 12, 2002 5:53 pm
-Sass
And yeah ... you can call me Sass anytime you darn well please *g*
by ForeverPiper » Tue Mar 12, 2002 7:32 pm
by Mini-ALF » Tue Mar 12, 2002 8:37 pm
Michelle
by Kalita » Tue Mar 12, 2002 9:28 pm
I guess it depends on the soul.
by Pixie » Tue Mar 12, 2002 9:57 pm
wiccachica, thank you (and the troll!) for not letting the Scoobies wallow any longer in "Oh-my-God-Tara's-a-vampire!" hell. Dawn playing chicken with Danger was too funny. And I lmao at Spike and his mocking marshmallows! (I always thought marshmallows were a little shifty...) While Willow was talking to herself, at first I was confused, thinking "wait, they got rid of vixen Willow, and Martha Stewart Willow, and klutzy Willow. Were there more Willows?" Finally, in terms of the "giving a soul to someone who already has one" situation, Tara doesn't just have any soul. So will she get overloaded? Will the parts of her soul that are divine (I don't remember all the details - I need supermus with the cliff notes!) get diluted so that Osiris won't notice her? Will it make her more noticeable to Osiris? Will the spell give her the rest of Osiris' soul? Will everything just go "BOOM"? I don't know! But I assume that these, and many other questions, will be answered, contradicted, or just plain thrown out the window some time tomorrow.
Hey Owl! *Pixie rappels down the cliff with Owl's now-dry harness.* Here ya go, fellow woncubine! I brought you some coffee to help with that hangover. Hmm, that "Late Night Showtime" outfit is...spicy.
by Owl » Tue Mar 12, 2002 10:25 pm
isn't her soul going to get sucked up into that orb thing for about five minutes? then returned in another minute....? [reasonable willow]
Will this create a soul vaccuum? I am Very Concerned. you should probably update right now..... damn. worth a try.
Sorry about the smell. I just.... really like garlic. *jiggling my garlicy dress as i slip into my harness.* thanks, pixie. how do you cure (lol) brain hiccups, anyway? I think they're catching.
by LeatherQueen » Tue Mar 12, 2002 11:17 pm
As for the soul-restoration spell. Eek! And double-eek when Tara finds not one but three Willows in the bedroom.
And by the way? Loving Danger! *L*
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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." -Glory
by jomarch » Wed Mar 13, 2002 8:04 am
by wiccachica » Wed Mar 13, 2002 8:52 am
The Morning Edition:
Chapter Ninety-Eight: So Shall it Be…
The room..the Willows…this plain of existence is lost to me for a brief moment…the words come..on their own accord….I do not speak them…
They speak through me…..they finish the spell…they attempt to bring Tara’s soul from wherever it has gone…
"Asa sa fie! Asa sa fie! Acum!" The words say.
And the orb before me glows so brightly red that all three of me have to shield our eyes and turn away. I’m momentarily at a loss for words…and sight….
have to finish….have to return the soul to…
The screams downstairs rip me out of my thoughts….
They are screams of panic…fear…and rising above them a shout of mind-numbing pain that constricts every muscle in my body with its sound….
It’s Tara…. It’s Tara in pain….
I scramble back from the table…and the orb….
Blinded by it’s brilliance…unable to see…I turn and crawl towards the door…towards the sound of Tara’s voice rising again…and this time it is not indistinct with agony…it is a single word…that rips through me like a plane of ice….
My name….She said my name…
…Have to get to Tara…Oh Goddess what’s happening…what’s…going…
I clamber to my feet…..and grope for the door…blinking frantically …eyes tearing….trying to see anything except a hazy red wall of light….
I fumble with the lock…yank the door open…and stumble into the hall…
" Tara!!" I shout…heading for what I think has to be the stairs…arms out…groping my way….
Out of the direct light from the orb…my vision is now pulsing…pupils dilating….trying to regain normalcy…
For a moment….everything is black…and somewhere in the back of my mind I’m afraid that It’s going to stay this way..
You’re blind, Willow…you’re blind and you won’t be able to find her…
My palms strike the banister…and I blink…
And a dim rendition of the house comes back to me….
Just before I’m pitching forward……
Just before I’m moving through the air…..
Just before a pale flash of light…and an awful sound…..
The far away sound of weeping….
And a swirling mist of red…and orange….somewhere…
Remnants of the orb’s light? Will I see it forever….? I wonder
Just before unconsciousness embraces me…
TBC….
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"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
" I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz
by Jessie » Wed Mar 13, 2002 10:05 am
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by Owl » Wed Mar 13, 2002 10:46 am
by willow_thebadasswitch » Wed Mar 13, 2002 11:55 am
*merrily swinging in her harness*
Erm... *raises hand* Tara and Willow each has half of the soul of... dang I forgot the name... anyway, half of that soul each and the rest patched up w/, well, others. So, when Willow performed the spell... did it suck her half of the soul too??
Edited to add: Did I get the soul thing right?? I think I confused myself w/ my own question.
[This message has been edited by willow_thebadasswitch (edited March 13, 2002).]
by wiccachica » Wed Mar 13, 2002 12:38 pm
The Afternoon Edition:
Chapter Ninety-Nine: About Last Night
This is the part where I should be opening my eyes.
I open my eyes…slowly…to the early morning sun streaming through the curtain…and to a familiar smile.
" Glad to see you awake…" Buffy says…reaching out and feeling my forehead with the back of a warm hand.
My mouth is dry…and the sound of my own voice as I speak is grating….like I’ve swallowed sandpaper…
Where is Willow….why isn’t she here?
" W-willow…." I manage…my head too heavy to lift yet…I close my eyes again and swallow…but not before I catch the look on her face.
" Willow is fine…she’s asked to see you like a thousand times…but we weren’t you know…sure…"
Sure?
But at the promise that Willow was unharmed, I relax against my pillow. Buffy seems to sit and contemplate something for a moment.
" Tara….what happened…last night…was so….INCREDIBLE….It was….WOW…." She dropped her head a little and shakes her head in amazement at the comforter over my lap.
Okay…who’s been sitting a little to close to the crazy lamp today…?
" Hmm? What did I do?" I ask wearily…
She stares at me for the longest moment before blinking. She lifts herself off the edge of the bed and stares at me again…
Now I’m starting to feel the pull of fear in my chest. It courses enough adrenaline through me to allow me to pull myself fully upright in the bed.
" You don’t remember." Buffy says…more of a statement than a question. She looks at me as though I’m a stranger for a moment….and it may be true…because I feel …different… like a stranger in my own skin….
But it is me in here…I am me… I am Tara Maclay….
" Tell me what I did…and I’ll tell you if I remember…" I say trying to put a smile on my face…people tell people with smiles more stuff…they don’t hide things…right?
The smile feels strained…and Buffy’s smile looks even more so….
" Last night…was….unreal…." Buffy says.
I try to grapple through my muddled memories of last night…. Dawn…the crypt…Danger….Willow…
…And the light…..oh Goddess..the light…and the sound….the sound of the world coming apart…the sound of the sky turning in on itself…how can you forget that…..?
Without realizing it, I have brought my hands to my now throbbing head…I moan…as my body tries to shut itself down again…anything to save me from reliving last night….
" It was bad…was it….bad…?" I guess out loud.
" No…it was…." She spreads her hands…" I can’t even think of a perfect word for what it was…." She says finally.
Great…if she can’t even tell me…I’ll never find out…
" Try." I say…my voice clearing somewhat now… I’m starting to sound like my old self again…
Buffy searches for the words as I search her face….
Oh this is going to be bad..I can tell…very…very…b….
" You kicked major ass." She says finally…rather proud of her choice of words.
" Sure…" I say…now just thinking she’s being nice….
" Ah….I’M NOT JOKING HERE, Tare….you went all Wonder Woman in there last night…and I have to say….the whole splits thing….you HAVE to teach me that…."
" Okay…all of a sudden you have ALL these words…and I’m not believing any of them…" I say.
" None of this is ringing a bell?"
" No bells….no ringing…" I say.
Okay…try not to think about the Osirian foot soldiers …or the light…the red light…and the punching…and the kicking…and the….OH MY GODDESSSSSSS….I remember….!
" It’s seems really weird that you don’t remember something THAT…big…it was big…."
"Nothing." I lie. Feeling a heat rise to my face in embarrassment…. I was so…primal…so…uhm…
You can pretend that you don’t remember ANY of it, Tara…but you can’t stop it from being on instant replay in here…can you?
Buffy brings her hand to my face again.
" You’re burning up again….I’ll get you some water…you just lay here and rest…think happy thoughts…." She says disappearing out the door of the room….
Think happy thoughts….
And my thoughts are swept back into last night events with a reckless abandon…
TBC…..
Chapter One Hundred: Sometimes You Need That Little Deleted Scene to Make It Meaningful…
...coming soon....
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"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
" I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz
by willow_thebadasswitch » Wed Mar 13, 2002 12:51 pm
But I'm enjoying the ride much.
by SuperGreen » Wed Mar 13, 2002 12:57 pm
by Jessie » Wed Mar 13, 2002 1:21 pm
I think Tara in Wonder Woman outfit ... mmmm hmmm!
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by canadian kitty » Wed Mar 13, 2002 1:50 pm
quote:
Originally posted by wiccachica:
"I'm a loner, Dottie....a rebel...."
LOL!!! It's things like this that re-affirm my decision not to read your fic at work. While laughing my hand accidently hit my keyboard rather hard and the w key popped off, striking me in the...well let's just keep this message pg.
And I haven't even got to the rest of the updates yet. *pushes keyboard far away and begins to scroll cautiously.*
quote:by MoMack » Wed Mar 13, 2002 2:31 pm
This story rocks.
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Like love-making, this is something best done by myself. ~Karen (Will and Grace)
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