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 Post subject: Dancing With Dimensions [BTVS/DWTS Crossover - Kinda] PG-13
PostPosted: Sun Oct 01, 2023 10:00 am 
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TITLE: Dancing With Dimensions

WRITER: Laragh

STORY RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara, and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME, and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.

SUMMARY: An inter-dimensional hop, skip, and a jump.

FEEDBACK: Absolutely!

NOTE: This started as a two-line response to Alyson Hannigan's first dance on Dancing With The Stars and became a (very) mini-oneshot instead.

No shade.

Okay, some shade.

Not set in any particular universe or timeline. Don't think about it too much.



Dancing With Dimensions




The crowd's screams became less with every step, but they still rattled in Willow’s body like foreign waves crashing through her brain.


Her feet seemed to be moving on autopilot to a place she couldn’t fathom until she finally got there and knew then it was exactly where she was meant to be.


The softer lighting of the dressing room was a welcome relief to the stage lights shining in her eyes though she could still feel the beads of sweat forming on her brow on her heavily made-up face.


She pushed open the already-ajar door and grinned nervously as four faces looked back at her.


This, these people; now this made sense and she felt no need for explanation of anything else.


“Hey, everyone. I think I uh…well, I didn’t lose?”


Buffy leaned against the wall, blinking a lot; Xander and Anya sat on the small sofa, the former in the latter’s lap; and Tara stood by the make-up table, earnestly biting her lip.


Willow’s teeth clenched as she took in their gazes.


“Was there too much face? I gave way too much face, didn't I?”


There was a brief silence.


“No, honey, no,” Tara spoke first, stepping forward to cup Willow’s cheeks, “There's no such thing as too much of your beautiful face.”


Willow started to smile but it faltered when she caught Buffy making a circular motion around her face toward Xander and Anya.


“There's a mirror right there!” she spat out, spinning around to face Buffy.


Buffy’s eyes widened and her arm dropped quickly. Willow turned back around, looking crestfallen.


“Tara? Be honest with me. Please?”


Tara opened her mouth, then closed it again. She took Willow’s arms in her hands and rubbed her thumbs against Willow’s exposed shoulders.


“It was a little—”


“It was a lot of face,” Anya interjected with a dismissive hand wave, but did offer a smile, “But in good news, your awful dancing distracted from it.”


Willow frowned deeply.


“That's good news?”


Xander gave Anya a pointed look, who shrugged one shoulder.


“What? I’m being nice. I didn't even comment on that dress! It’s like someone steamrolled Patrick and SpongeBob through a glitterball.”


“Oh, don’t say that,” Tara replied, frowning.


Willow nodded indignantly; happy her love was coming to her defense.


“Poor Patrick and SpongeBob don’t deserve that fate,” Tara finished sadly.


Willow’s mouth hung open momentarily and Tara’s eyes widened.


“N-not because your dress is ugly, it’s just…,” she started, then sank into the nearby chair, “Oh, I’m saying everything wrong.”


Willow dropped her head into her hands.


“Oh, why am I doing this again?”


No one had an answer.


Willow groaned for a long moment until her eyebrow twitched and slowly looked up. She turned to all the others with alarm in her eyes.


“…why am I doing this again?”


More blank faces.


Willow’s eyes grew wider.


“Seriously, does anyone remember where or why or what the hell we’re doing here? I have stage fright! Why would I be doing this?!”


Buffy suddenly stood up straight.


“Oh god, we're stuck in a spell again, aren't we?”


“And this is worse than some kid's wacky Broadway nightmare!” Willow replied with her arms waving indicatively, “This is national TV!”


“International if you count the streamers,” Anya replied with a knowledgeable nod, apparently unperturbed by this newest development, “So, what? We’re in some reality where you’re famous enough to be on this show? Who would want that?”


“Did you ask for another happy ending?” Buffy asked Xander accusingly.


“Only every morning,” Anya muttered, causing Xander’s cheeks to turn pink.


In the background, Tara stepped forward and waved her arm awkwardly; sleeve falling over her fingers.


“Um,” she mumbled, clearing her throat, “This may be my fault.”


Three sets of eyes looked at Tara in surprise. Tara went beet red.


“I may have wished for something to distract me from everyone's spelling on the Dancing With The Stars forums,” she pushed out with an uncomfortable shrug, “I-I love the show, but the discourse is very disappointing. J-Just because the show has an acronym doesn’t mean everyone should speak in them. D-Did you know a GOAT wasn’t just an animal?”


She looked downward.


“People can be mean.”


Willow spun on her heels, nearly falling over in the process. She lifted each leg to snatch her shoes off.


“Who dances in wedges anyway?” she exclaimed as she threw the shoes at the wall, “But yes! We were all watching Dancing With The Stars, remember?”


“There was pizza,” Xander nodded, “And long legs.”


“And hot dancers,” Buffy added.


“And celebrities,” Anya said in agreement.


“A rare superfecta of aligned interests,” Willow muttered before turning back to Tara and taking her hands reassuringly, “But baby, just wishing it wouldn't make it true. Believe me, I've had many a bloody nose trying to make things happen.”


“Not to mention trying to marry me off to a vampire,” Buffy said with a raised eyebrow.


“And multiple demon attacks,” Xander replied with a finger up.


“And Giles's blindness,” Anya smiled helpfully.


“Okay, we get it,” Willow cut them off with a trite look, but it turned earnest again as she looked back to Tara, “You didn't happen to sip’n’spell did you? Because you're normally so careful. One glass of wine and the magic cabinet gets all locked up!”


“N-No,” Tara shook her head quickly, then her eyes shone with realization, “I may have been holding the Doll's Eye. I was cleaning it earlier a-and it makes me feel closer to my mom and grandma so I kept it with me.”


Willow squeezed Tara’s hand.


“I know, baby,” she said and pressed her lips to Tara’s cheek gently.


Tara frowned deeply.


“But that shouldn't cause us to hallucinate or go to a parallel dimension or whatever is happening here. Not on its own.”


Willow’s lips suddenly pursed. She reached behind to scratch her head and got her fingers stuck in the poufy pink flower sticking in it.


“Hmm? Stupid thing.”


Tara’s eyebrows knotted together.


“Willow…”


“Jeez, Will, what did you do?” Buffy asked, kicking one foot up against the wall, “And where do you think this alter-you got those earrings? They’re cute.”


Willow flicked one gold hoop.


“I may have dabbled with the Doll's eye,” she admitted, her eyes darting toward Tara, “Added a little…oomph. In the form of…skin of Draconus.”


Tara’s eyes bulged.


“Willow, that transfers magical energies! Do you know what that means? Our energies have swapped with…who knows who?! A, a you who…”


She couldn’t help a brief dart of her tongue between her lips. Tara blushed and glanced toward the floor.


Willow’s cheeks turned pink, and she linked both sets of their fingers.


“I was just trying to make it like a portable conduit so we could carry our whole magic cabinet in our pocket.”


Tara looked up with glee and wonder.


“Well, that’s…incredibly insightful. But why didn’t you tell me?”


“It was going to be a surprise,” Willow admitted sheepishly, “I wanted to impress you. I was working out the kinks first.”


“My kinks are much more fun to work out,” Anya interjected, “And only rarely involve the rest of you.”


After a moment of bewildered looks, Xander stood up, forcing Anya off his lap.


“Ladies, as alluring as this is,” he said, clapping his hands together, “Uh, how do we get back to our normal-scary world and not the kind of scary that is reality TV?”


There were nods of agreement until Xander’s attention was torn away by someone scurrying past the little tinted window in the dressing room door.


“…was that Britney Spears's little sister?”


Anya suddenly couldn’t stand up quick enough.


“Get us out of here now,” she demanded, tugging Xander back by the arm, “I have no intention of any hall passes being claimed.”


Xander twisted his ankles, so his feet turned in, rooting him to the spot.


“Calm down, Ahn, we agreed we'd only hall pass if we both got to do it. What are the odds that Barry Williams is here?”


Both Tara and Buffy looked somewhat puzzled, but Willow looked horrified.


“Greg Brady?” she asked, failing to hide her repulsion, “As in, from the Brady Bunch? But, like, now? He must be 70!”


“What?” Anya held her chin high, “He's distinguished.”


“You did have a crush on Giles, Will,” Xander said with a pointed stare.


Willow grimaced.


“I was a teenager! I had a crush on the silhouette of Jane Austen! Are we seriously calling back to high school Xander, because I have some recollections of my own!”


Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Though the little window couldn’t be viewed from the other side, they could see there was a bodyguard-type man in a suit outside.


“Everything okay in there?”


Buffy sprinted over to flick the lock on the door.


“Can you guys’ witch—fu us back to good ole Sunnydale before we get escorted out into whatever crazy world we’re in?”


Willow pressed her palms against her temples.


“We have to find the crystal,” she said, looking around frantically, “But god knows where it—”


“Um…” Tara said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the Doll’s Eye.


Anya smiled.


“That's convenient.”


Willow put her hand over Tara’s hand and smiled.


“I thought you were just happy to see me.”


Xander threw his hands up.


“And yet when I make that joke, I get hit.”


Anya flicked her hand back against Xander’s chest, who clutched the spot, wounded.


Willow kissed Tara’s cheek again and smiled.


“You know what to do?”


“You've taught me well,” Tara whispered back with a lingering look.


You’ve taught me everything,” Willow replied and tucked a piece of hair behind Tara’s ear.


They were disturbed by another heavy palm on the door.


“Alyson! We need you on set!”


A new, high-pitched voice joined the thumping sound. Buffy stretched across it, trying to hold the weak lock.


“Something tells me we need to be quick! I don’t think I have slayer strength in this world!”


“Everyone come in, hold onto the crystal, just to be sure we go back together,” Willow commanded, gesturing for them to hurry up.


They stood in a circle, each with a finger on the crystal held in Tara’s hand. Tara took a deep breath and released it in a long exhale.


“Let the healing power begin. Let my will be safe again. As these words of peace are spoken, let this harmful spell be broken.”


There was the sound of the lock breaking on the door and then a whoosh of energy, like someone had dropped them all on their butts.


Willow was the first to blink away at the dancing stars and began patting herself up and down.


“Did it work? Are we us again?”


They all looked around at each other; sitting on the sofa, TV on in the background; empty pizza boxes on the table.


Buffy jumped up to look out the window.


“Looks like Sunnydale,” she said, momentarily followed by the sound of a scream, “Sounds like Sunnydale.”


From her pocket, she lifted Mr. Pointy and expertly spun him.


“That's my cue.”


While she headed out the door, Xander and Anya were whispering things to each other and looking very get-a-roomie.


“I think, uh, we need to head home,” Xander announced with an indiscreet shift of his pants.


“Do you know where the gray wig is?” Anya murmured and Xander quickly grabbed her hand to pull her out.


“Bye Willow, bye Tara. Hey, how about next week we star in The Avengers? I’ve always wanted to be Iron Man.”


“Ha, ha,” Willow rolled her eyes as she gladly closed the door behind them, “Don’t break a hip!”


She leaned back against the door, found Tara’s eyes, and smiled. She pushed herself off and returned to the couch, taking both of Tara’s hands.


“No more internet for you, young lady,” she said with a wry smile, shaking her head, “I guess I need to take you to the Bronze more often to get your fill of getting down.”


Tara’s eyes fell bashfully but when they flickered back up were full of lust.


“I think you're very sexy when you dance.”


“Then why did you conjure me dancing to that? Salsa to Pink?” Willow laughed, “What were they going to have me dance to next, Shakira?”


Tara pressed her lips under Willow’s ear and kissed along the lobe.


“Would you like to go upstairs and do a little horizontal dance?”


Willow let her eyes flutter closed as Tara’s lips danced delectably on her neck.


“Why limit ourselves?” she asked in an evocative murmur, “You liked it a whole lot when I took you against—”


Tara’s lips landed on Willow’s, pressing them together firmly for a long moment before poking in with her tongue.


“Show, don't tell, darling.”


Willow turned her head and nuzzled her nose against Tara’s.


“Yes, ma’am.”


Tara smiled against Willow’s cheek, who felt it and smiled back.


“And I want every bit of face you have to give.”


“Everywhere?” Willow asked with a saucy eyebrow raise.


“Always,” Tara blew out a breath against Willow’s lips.


Willow shivered and cupped Tara’s cheek.


“Your wish…is my command.”


As their foreheads met, they seemed to realize in unison what Willow had said. Both of their heads dropped in alarm as the Doll’s Eye crystal glowed in their laps. Milliseconds later, they watched in horror as the other began to glow too.


“Oh no, not again!”

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 Post subject: Re: Dancing With Dimensions [BTVS/DWTS Crossover - Kinda] PG
PostPosted: Wed Oct 11, 2023 7:25 pm 
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Dibs, I liked the premise; and the ending particularly. Made me want to watch Dancing with the Stars to see if Alyson was really doing the salsa to Pink. :banana Thanks for writing.

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 Post subject: Re: Dancing With Dimensions [BTVS/DWTS Crossover - Kinda] PG
PostPosted: Thu Oct 12, 2023 12:12 pm 
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taranwillow4ever wrote:
Made me want to watch Dancing with the Stars to see if Alyson was really doing the salsa to Pink. :banana


oh she was...

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 Post subject: Re: Dancing With Dimensions [BTVS/DWTS Crossover - Kinda] PG
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I love Alyson as much as anyone else, but it’s painful watching her on the DWTS. I honestly don’t know how she’s lasted this long, except that she has fans voting…me being one of them, lol. Let me just add…I think it takes guts to do the show and I give her major props for putting it all out there. Unfortunately, I don’t think she’ll make it much longer. Others are starting to improve and pull away from the pack. I also think Sasha’s not the right partner for her. His choreography isn’t great.

I do love your one-short though, it certainly does explain a lot in the real world, lol! “Greg Brady…isn’t he 70?” Hahahahahahahaha! My thoughts exactly. Chris and I were laughing in the first episode because he reminded us both of the scene in Footloose when Ren first starts teaching Willard how to dance and he’s so off beat and heavy footed. Funnily enough, as bad as he is, he has TONS of support online. I think he’ll go home eventually, but not from the lack of a whole generation of “women of a certain age” supporting him. Hahaha.

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 Post subject: Re: Dancing With Dimensions [BTVS/DWTS Crossover - Kinda] PG
PostPosted: Wed Nov 29, 2023 7:24 am 
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Laragh, I just realized that I haven't given feedback to your newest story yet. I liked it very much although I have zero knowledge of Dwts, never having watched an episode of it (or its german counterpart). Doesn't matter because Willow, Tara and the gang rock in every universe and environment, including national / international TV.

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“So, what? We’re in some reality where you’re famous enough to be on this show? Who would want that?”

:haha Proof for how shaken Willow is by the whole experience that she let this insult slide.

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“Um…” Tara said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the Doll’s Eye.


Anya smiled.


“That's convenient.”


Willow put her hand over Tara’s hand and smiled.


“I thought you were just happy to see me.”


Xander threw his hands up.


“And yet when I make that joke, I get hit.”


Anya flicked her hand back against Xander’s chest, who clutched the spot, wounded.

:lol I could totally see this interaction in my head, poor Xander!

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“And I want every bit of face you have to give.”


“Everywhere?” Willow asked with a saucy eyebrow raise.


“Always,” Tara blew out a breath against Willow’s lips.


Willow shivered and cupped Tara’s cheek.


“Your wish…is my command.”


As their foreheads met, they seemed to realize in unison what Willow had said. Both of their heads dropped in alarm as the Doll’s Eye crystal glowed in their laps. Milliseconds later, they watched in horror as the other began to glow too.


“Oh no, not again!”

So the crystal interpreted Tara's words as a wish for permanent oral sex or something? That'll probably be exhausting after a while...hopefully they'll be able to break the spell then.

Since first reading your story I checked the results of Dwts on the internet. It amuses me that Alyson made it to the final although she and her dance partner always got pretty low scores from the judges. Proves again how many loving fans she has.


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