by Pixie » Wed Mar 13, 2002 7:55 pm
by Catwalks » Thu Mar 14, 2002 7:54 am
DO NOT, repeat NOT, do what I just did (unless you want a six pack of abs and the stomach ache that goes with them)
Here's what you do with this fic...
download SMALL bits (a few chapter at a time), read them, then rest before moving on to the next section
WHY!!!???
Well if you stupidly (experience talking here) read all 197 pages (so far) in one go many things will happen...
you will cry laughing for one
your stomach muscles will contract and lock and hurt (thanks for the Abs!!)
you will at some ungodly hour get to a section re kissing a muppet and try to hold your breath in order to stop the snort and giggles that are building, you WILL fail, thus waking your better half at 2:30 AM (they WON'T see the funny side)
you will fail to do anything other than read, laugh, cry and cramp until you have got to the end of where you downloaded,
then panic when you realise that the troll is still writing and your never gonna sleep until you get to the end
you will be filled with a sense of wonder and awe, at the sheer cruelty and cunning of the troll - the troll has a true power
the power of laughter, in raw sense
I mean, I think it may be possible to DIE from laughing
so children small bit
recover in between chapters
be safe
B
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Good, cause ... I want my room to be Willow-friendly.
[This message has been edited by Catwalks (edited March 14, 2002).]
by wiccachica » Thu Mar 14, 2002 11:06 am
But for now....
A little action...suspence...adventure...
or at least an attempt at them...
The Morning....AND Early Afternoon Edition (cuz I didn't have the heart to separate them....)
Chapter One Hundred: Sometimes You Need That Little Deleted Scene to Make It Meaningful…
There is more to attempted soul removal that meets the eye….
The only way to explain that very moment I was nearly rent asunder would be to picture a gigantic…cosmic…Band-Aid…if you will…fastened to you for what you’d like to think is the rest of your natural life…a part of you…one you find out ….quite literally…. You rather NOT live without….
Okay…now…rip that sucker off… REAL fast….
And when you’ve done that… you douse the tender skin underneath with a gallon of rubbing alcohol for good measure….
….and of course we can’t forget the 12 dancing gnomes in six inch stiletto heels having a heyday on your insides while this is going on.
That’s basically what it feels like to almost loose your soul…
With that said….I….
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Hear myself speak ….even before It hits me.
I’m already moving towards the kitchen door…already in forward motion…..picking up momentum…going to stop Willow from doing what I KNOW she is doing….
She doesn’t know…Tara…
" Oh Goddess…" I say…
And suddenly I’m propelled backwards as though an invisible harness had been fastened around my middle and yanked HARD.
I hear the screams of my friends…but I can’t join them in their indignations…the wind has been knocked from me as I’m hurled backwards and down…striking the floor hard enough to send shrapnel of blinding hot light behind my eyes.
Too late…too late…you know what’s going to happen now….Tara…too late….
Even before the daze has worn off…I ‘m trying to pull myself to my feet….First on my hands and knees…then onto one knee… I reach for something to leverage myself up….knowing that I have to get to Willow quickly because I have the distinct impression that I AM ACTUALLY NOT THE ONE WHO IS IN DANGER HERE…..
And that is when it actually begins…
I feel the first hammer of pain that shakes me to my very core…
But it’s not you shaking, Tara…look around….something is happening…
I look up through tear blurred eyes to see that the house is shuddering….not like an earth quake….nothing like that…but rapidly…like the entire Summer’s Home had caught a nasty chill.
The Scoobies cling to each other, and try to stay on their feet…caught up in the shock of this sudden turn of events…they stare pie-eyed at me on the floor…writhing in agony.
Writhing because…even through the pain…I find my body unwilling to just lay here and take this abuse…unwilling to just lay here, prone, while my soul is indelicately extracted…I am trying to pull myself up again…trying my damndest to get to that door…and up those stairs….to Willow.
But that is not meant to be…
My entire body contracts…and pulls into itself in one thunderous moment of the absolute sheerest pain I have ever felt.
I fall back…staring at the ceiling…trying to swallow air that won’t come to aid my in my screams… My palms smack against the linoleum…as I try to ground myself to this new type of pain…this pain that is sending a red haze through my senses and making me wonder why I’ve stayed conscious for so long.
You should have succumbed by now….just curled up and let it take you…WHY are you fighting this so much….it only wants to take your soul…itty bitty little thing….come on…just let it….take….you…
My body bows upward slightly under the immense pulling at my center…and I have no control…no hope….but to cling onto my soul with the voracity I never even knew I had.
Because you are going to need this soul if you are going to fight, Tara…you need to hold on….
And I do…I hold on with everything I have…and everything I am unwilling to give away….
And my head…and my vision is fogged with a crimson light.
And from some deep recess within me comes the strength for a final scream….just as I feel something break….something sever….within me…
And I am released….
Chapter One Hundred and One: Red Room
I am released…..
…My back hits the floor like a rubber band snapping back into place….painful…yet…welcome…a measure of safety…solid ground that…. though it is still shuddering….is there…beneath me….and I feel as though I have just come out of a dream…dazed…but oddly energized….by an innate love of this fantastic invention called linoleum….
It didn’t work! It didn’t..happen…I’m still here …I’m still me…but there is something else… isn’t there, Tara …Something has just happened….something amazing….and it hasn’t even stopped yet…
The Scoobies are there…still trying to keep their footing against the juddering floor…. They watch me make my way up to my feet…and head for the living room…again…a relentless machine of purpose…that’s me…
I pound up the stairs…holding the banister for dear life…
And it is at this moment the house ceases to shake….It falls deafeningly quiet…and I’m aware…somewhere deep down… that it is NOT a good thing that it has stopped.
It means that whatever was trying to get through….has succeeded.
" Willow!!" I call up the stairs as I go…
I now hear something clattering around in the bedroom… down the hall…
It is not the sound of the normal run of things…It is an insidious sound….the sound of furniture being overturned…glass breaking…. the sound of guttural voices…
And a familiar red glow emanating from the room…
" Tara…be careful!" I hear Buffy hiss just behind me… When I look over my shoulder, I see that they are all behind me…disheveled…terrified…and ready to back me up at a moment’s notice…
How much do you love these people, Tara? Could you even measure it?
I pull up to a stop about five feet from the door…cautious..but …
" Will…" I call through the open door…and the noise within stops abruptly…
"…low…?" I finish…just as something eases out of the room to block my entry….
I look up….WAY up…
It has to duck down to come through the doorway. Mammoth red hands grip the doorframe and I can hear the wood on either side protest under the pressure of this giant’s arms.
He is entirely red…from head to toe…except those eyes….Those iridescent yellow eyes…fixed on me.
He shakes his shaggy red head from side to side at me…slowly…and takes a stance in front of the door that completely bars my entry. Arms crossed over a massive chest. Lower incisors jutting from between red lips defiantly.
It’s the world’s scariest bouncer…
" Holy crap!" I hear Xander shout…and everyone…instinctively takes a step back…
Usually..I would be the first one to retreat from something this….ugly… I’m not unreasonable…I know when someone has about a three hundred pound…and three foot advantage over me…that I’m out classed….
But Willow is in there….you know it….Tara…she could be hurt…or worse….she could be …worse….
And that is enough to cause me to step right into this creature’s personal space…and when I do…I can see beyond him…into the room….
To the two more just like him….
A slightly shorter…broader built one is holding an Orb of Thesula in his large hands…cradling it with the reverence of a four-year holding a precious item it does not wish to harm….
What in the world could be THAT important…
And my gaze falls to the floor…to the crumpled form of the woman I love….to a third …spikey-haired red demon nudging at her with a foot…lifting her arm to let it drop limply to the floor….
Oh….this looks very bad for anything not human in this room right now…
" Get your hands off her." I say…and my voice has fallen to a timbre they seem to cater to….the sound of a threat…backed up with something else….something that has been released with in me…
Raw…primal….power…
At the tint in my voice…the guard at the door…reaches out to grab me….and I step just out of his reach….and I surprise him instead by reaching out to take his wrist…my hands barely able to circumvent it… but I’m not about doubt right now…
I’m about rage…pure..and unadulterated….the image of Willow still swimming in my vision.
I twist his arm fiercely…then wrench it back…and up with another savage twist….driving him to his knees…
…And once I have him on a level playing ground….he’s basically …if you’ll please excuse the expression…my bitch…
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 14, 2002).]
by Pixie » Thu Mar 14, 2002 11:19 am
by Sassette » Thu Mar 14, 2002 11:29 am
Okay, I gotta toddle off to NY now, but ... great update ... and I expect many MANY more upon my return *G*
-Sass
by Kalita » Thu Mar 14, 2002 12:10 pm
by wiccachica » Thu Mar 14, 2002 1:53 pm
Chapter One Hundred and Two: Mine
On most days….I like to think of Tara as a pacifist. A shy spectator to the throes of unpent wrath…
…a kitten to the big fangy cat called Violence if you will…
But as I’m watching her stomping a well-placed shoe repeatedly into the groin of the beast in front of her….and simultaneously slapping the wholly-surprised evil right of his red face…in nothing less than poetic brutality…. I’m not so sure that Tara hasn’t been hoarding her talent….
She is actually GOOD at this…no…correction….Tara is INCREDIBLE at this….
Maybe I’ve been rubbing off on her…you know…a little slayer osmosis.
But I cinch that thought when she lifts her foot into a perfect split form…and sends it crashing down on this demon in a perfect axe kick that basically ends it’s existence on this or any other realm.
….and quite frankly…. those kind of moves don’t just rub off…. No matter how osmosey I want to think I am...
She doesn’t even stop her forward momentum as she storms over the downed guard and through the bedroom door. Where two more demons await…
The more compact of the two remaining, sets down a red orb with gentle purpose…and then turns to take Tara on…
The guy with the bad hair, hovering over Willow, moves to aid him…
And this is where I thought I should help her out….Because two on one was just…so not fair…even for demony guys….
And then THIS is where things got so hairy in there…that even I had to stop and watch this car wreck of a match with a sort of dumbfounded wonder…
Mental Note: DO NOT piss off Tara….EVER…
Still familiar with the room enough to minimize her search…Tara grabs the first thing in her path to use as an equalizer….
A purple pen from Willow’s desk….
Now even I know that when you’re up against two huge red monsters of prodigious stature and uncharming temperament…. you need something that packs a little more punch…like a sword…or a bazooka…or an army…. But never a little purple….
Tara rushes the first smaller guy… and just before she reaches him, she drops down to one knee and slams that little purple pen right through his big red foot.
Okay…a big point for the Tarester….!!
Then…as he howls with pain…and doubles over to remove the offending gel pen…she raises up swiftly…smacking the top of her head into his surprised face…sending him reeling back into his buddy.
Allrighty…that’s a ten pointer in my book…
As both creatures topple backwards…she is already picking up her second…much more deadly weapon….
John Tesh.
Or at least his CD album.
Second Mental Note: Make sure to question Willow extensively about that John Tesh CD…
Tara sends John Tesh across the room…hard enough to permanently put the spiky haired monster out of the game…..
And then she is left with the hobbling…shorter of the three…the pretty purple pen is not his prerogative now…escaping Tara is.
He pulls the orb from its resting-place…and pulls it to him protectively…the house starts a slow shudder…and the orb glows brighter….engulfing the beast….
Taking him back to where he came….
Coward…
And leaving Tara standing over an unconscious Willow…. amidst the cyclone melange of a room left behind by battle…chest heaving…eyes glittering warning to anything else out there in the cosmos that would even dare THINK of coming up on her right now…
And of course…nothing is THAT stupid….
When Willow moans…the spell is broken…and Tara’s defiant stance falls back into her normal…amiable but worried one as she kneels down to stroke the red-head’s cheeks and forehead…trying with ginger touches to bring her around…and not…hurt her…
And When Willow blinks up at all of us…now standing over her in a simulation of a football huddle…she stares at Tara….her green eyes wide…and uncertain to her surroundings.
" You’re right…." Danger says over Tara’s shoulder examining Willow shrewdly…" You said she was even better up close…" He says matter of factly.
Tara blinks wearily up at us…she pulls Willow close to her…just slightly….
I think the reality of what had just occurred finally catching up to her. Finally sinking in… And THAT is a lot to sink in….
" I-isn’t she though?" Tara says to him…and laughs…a quirky sort of chuckle….
Just before passing straight out.
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 14, 2002).]
by jomarch » Thu Mar 14, 2002 5:19 pm
Great updates as usual (big thanks to you and the troll), so I have got my harness on and am ready and waiting for the next chapter, it's the one with smoochies, right .
by bearskeeper » Thu Mar 14, 2002 6:02 pm
by LeatherQueen » Thu Mar 14, 2002 6:14 pm
1 beautiful, butch Tara standing over the woman she loves.
1 beautiful, smart Willow trying to save Tara even though she really doesn't need saving.
And on, and on, and on...
Please Mr. Troll... might I have some more?
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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." -Glory
by Owl » Thu Mar 14, 2002 6:45 pm
my brain just did this:
from "family"
Anya: What kind of John Tesh cd is it? There's a lot of different kinds. Some are very, very evil. Some have been considered to be useful frisbees.
well, thank you for that, wiccachica. looking forward to a big bowful of the morning edition. it's better than wheaties.
by Mini-ALF » Thu Mar 14, 2002 7:43 pm
Michelle
by wiccachica » Fri Mar 15, 2002 11:37 am
kisses....hug...and whatnot....
Chapter One Hundred and Three: A Wake
I take my time navigating down the stairs. My feet are bare…my flannel bottoms wrinkled from too much time in bed…
It’s dark out still…how long was I out???…Or maybe I’ve been in a coma for like TWENTY years and no one had the heart to tell me…which would be futile since I was in a coma and wouldn’t hear them anyhow….okay…babblemeter on stun….
My head is still a little swimmy..and my joints bruisey…
I take little sips of pained air as I make my way down into the living room.
I stop mid way down to admire the faces of the people I adore…Buffy, Xander, Anya, Dawnie….even Spike….
" Gin." Zander says proudly. Everyone groans.
" Ohh…I should have never taught you this game…" Dawn says amiably. He chuckles…and then looks directly at me.
" Willow….what are you doing out of bed?" He asks.
Everyone looks up from the coffee table at me…
I clear my throat…
" I-I’m …." I look around …a little fazed…
This IS my dimension…right? Everyone normal…nothing wrong…..
" I’m feeling…better…." I say lamely.
Though right now I’m actually thankful that this banister is here…cuz I’d be doing ally-oops right down these stairs faster than you could say tumble-tumble-plop….
" Oh…that would explain the pale sweaty skin and the dark rings under the eyes…." Xander says sarcastically. I ignore the open challenge to my health status.
" Where’s Tara?" I ask…. " Is she all right?" The panic in my voice brings Buffy off the floor and up the stairs to me.
" Okay….you look less delirious right now…so I’m going to tell you again…for the last time…Tara is doing really good. She’s resting. She had a rough night….if you recall…" Buffy is dipping her gaze directly into mine to make sure I’m not zoning out on her again….and she’s talking to me as though I’m standing here stroking a bunny and calling her George….
Yes…I recall…. At least all the really bad parts…
" I was sooo dumb…" I say under my breath wondrously.
" Yeah…you kinda were…" Spike says from his spot at the coffee table. I look around Buffy…my sick and weary anger at myself redirecting towards him…frankly because he speaks the truth…and I hate that….
I send him my scathiest look. He seems to want to ignore it…
" Well…you have to admit that was a pretty stupid thing to do…alone…." He gets a sound smack in the arm from Dawn.
Alone? Speaking of alone, Willow…what in the world happened to the other two Willow’s? Where had they gone in all the commotion?
" Trying to do a soul transference…without help… is like…a big OOPS…I’m certain…" He says.
I really think he’s trying to console me in a way…but he’s just….REALLY bad at it…
Still not knowing how he fitting into my whole ‘making Willow feel guiltier than she already does’ scenario
" Yeah…big oops." I say to him blandly. " Can I see her?" I say to Buffy.
Just to see her…just to see that she’s alright….just to tell her how sorry I am…and…that I’m a world class great big dork….
" I don’t know if that’s such a good idea…what with the Osirisy thing …last thing we need is an Evil Tara in the house…" Buffy says…
…But I know that I have got at least SOME empathy points right now…a few blanches and a trembling lip should work…
" I…I won’t even wake her up…I won’t even touch her…I just want to see her…with my…you know…eyes…see that she’s okay…"
Okay Rosenberg….keep it together…you’re looking for sympathy…not institutionalization…
A little lip quiver…and some sad eyes…..aaaand…whammo…there it is…..THAT’S what I’m talking about….
Buffy…moved by my plea…. considers it for a moment.
" No touching…no…evil dead redux…right?" Buffy adds…
" Right….just some ‘quiet as a mouse’ seeing..and maybe a little ‘I’m not worthy’ pining…and a few VERY quiet ‘I’m sorry’ snivels…" I promise.
" Okay…" Buffy finally concedes…looking more like she thinks a better plan would be to boot my butt back to bed…
Fine…fine…I’ll go back to bed…as soon as I see her….
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 15, 2002).]
by wiccachica » Fri Mar 15, 2002 1:43 pm
Chapter One Hundred and Four: I’d Like to Thank Everyone at the Academy….
Buffy’s room is lit only by the ample light of the full moon through the curtains.
Her face is turned away from me … I can make out the gentle cut of her jawline…the graceful curve of her throat…and her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow.
Some ethereal fairy tale come to life….
Her chest rises slowly under the comforter. The untroubled rhythm of sleep.
There…you’ve seen her…now you can be happy that she is alive…that you brought her soul back to her…that she can live…even if it has to be without you….She can go on….
I’m rooted to the spot…unable to make myself turn away from her… not yet…
Instead I sink slowly into a chair near the door. Just being near her…being in the same room with her..is intoxicating…necessary…
But I won’t touch her… I won’t wake her…I’ll just watch her sleep…
I clasp my hands in my lap… thankful for a moment alone with her…enough time to think about the future…..enough time to….
" I’m not sleeping…" She says…without a single motion to make me think otherwise. " I’m resting my eyes…" She says…a small smile pulling on the corners of her lips now.
Goddess I’ve missed that smile…I’ve missed seeing her playing the sleeping game…I’ve missed…EVERYTHING about her….
She turns her head slowly to look at me…like she doesn’t even have to open her eyes to see me sitting here…like she knew it was me before time was time…and I didn’t have to say a single thing.
When she finally opens her eyes to me…I’m lost for words…
Riveting….world altering…those would be the words if I had them…to describe those eyes….
Now would be the perfect time to tell her everything in your heart, Willow…just say it…right now…SAY IT…
" Oh…h-hi…." I stammer….
Great start….Willow…you boob.
" Hi." She says with that same cryptic smile…She pulls herself slowly up into a sitting position against the headboard.
Is it possible to love someone more every second you are with them…?
" Those are some smooth words you have there….any others?" She says with a hint of humour in her voice.
" Lots…but none of them make sense…heh…you know me…" I say…falling too quickly into an easy banter with the woman I love… She knows me so well…
I feel the sting of tears just behind my eyes…
How badly do you want to put your arms around her? Can she see it?
" Take your time…I promise not to jump out the window and make a run for it…" She says, playing with a loose string on Buffy’s comforter. " I just don’t want to hear the word ‘sorry’ or the word ‘dork’ come out of your mouth one time…not even once…" She says firmly…
I blink at her.
" Well…that kind of limits me to…pretty much the…well…." It’s like an emotional game of Taboo…
Without those words…I can’t say anything I was going to…
Tara fixes her eyes on me.
" I think we’ve done too many sorries…I’m going to be sorry for making you believe I was dead…and you are going to be sorry for trying to rip my living soul out of my body…and I’m going to be sorry I didn’t get to you in time to keep you from being hurt….there are going to be too many should haves and could haves…and I don’t have time for that…I really don’t…not anymore…and I’m thinking that we should try something new…something different…." Tara says.
Okay…wait…she was FAKING being dead????? …but…but then how did the….soul…thing????….OH MY GODDESS…!!!!…
" See? I can see that look on your face…that ‘ here come the sorries and the blameys and the whole shebang’…" She says to me. Point made.
I stop myself before the flood of questions and guilt begin…for some reason…arguing the point would be mute….Tara is different….there’s a new strength to her…something I’ve always seen hidden just beneath the surface… who would come out for brief snatches in times of peril….this was the woman I was seeing right now…assured…and very …RIGHT…
" No sorries…or blameys here." I say putting up a scout sign. She smiles again…and my heart soars….
" So here’s the deal…." She meets my gaze again…and holds it solidly with her own. I’m transfixed by her…. Lost in her…. " I want to… thank you." She says.
And I am floored…..
Who knows what kind of permanent damage I might have caused her???And the magick…let’s not forget the magick…and the pain…and the danger…..and the…
" Willow…I know that what you did…you did because you love me…not because you wanted to hurt me…not for any other reason…except you wanted me alive….and I know that If I thought that you were…." She swallows…and closes her eyes as though the mere thought hurt her more than anything she had endured so far… " …That you were….in danger…or…worse…I would have done the same thing… I know I would have…"
I try to say that I KNOW she wouldn’t…she wouldn’t because she is smarter than I am….she thinks things through….
" I would have done it in a heartbeat Willow…because I love you… I love you so much I can’t imagine my life without you…to not be able to touch you…or kiss you…or ask you about your day…or hear you talk for a half hour about the intricacies of wheat versus white toast….I LOVE you…so…you know…thank you…"
Okay….uhm…WOW….
I realize that sometime while she was speaking to me, I had stood up….
I sit back down into the chair…a little dizzy from this new feeling buzzing around in my head…this feeling that even if I can’t physically be with this woman…that I would be just as happy to grow wrinkly and gray with her at minimal safe distance…. I can picture it…two little old ladies curled up on a king sized bed…facing each other and looking at each other with so much emotion that even the whippersnappers in the neighborhood would be jealous of our love…..
" Your turn…" Tara says…raising her brow expectantly.
Oh…good things to thank Tara for??? Uhm can we say the easiest task like…EVER????
"I know everything I say tends to come out wrong…or too much…or just….blabbery…." I start.
Okay…already sounds cheesy…but there is a point coming…I swear, Sweetie.….hang on….
" I just wish you could read my thoughts….no…I wish you could read my HEART, Tara….I wish you could know how much I Thank you every single day for being YOU. It’s not in…in my words…it’s in my heart….and I wish you could hear it….Thanking you…right now…and you know…you can just insert the word love in there…. instead of Thank…and it will be the same thing…because you know…I’m always going to love you no matter how far apart we have to stay…I can handle it cuz I Thank you sooo much…."
Tara puts a hand out towards me…palm up….her eyes glittering with unfallen tears…. And I fall silent….
" Come here." She says in a strained voice…
Panic threads through me….
You can’t do that…because if you get too close…if you touch her…you won’t want to stop…you won’t want to give her up… all that talk about not having to touch her….such a crock…Because Rosenberg…. you were MADE to put your hands on this woman….and if you give into THAT feeling…everything will go wrong….everything…
" I…we….CAN’T…" I say in a voice strangled with torture. I put my hands on the arms of the chair for emphasis on how much I’m NOT going to do it.
" Willow…I want you to come here….NOW…please…" Tara says in a tone meant to leave no room for discussion.
I am strong…like an Amazon…she can’t tell me what to do…I’m not going to go over there and touch that warm…smooth hand…that hand that I desperately want to feel on my neck…on my…EVERYWHERE actually…no way….she’s not the boss of me….."
I stick my chin out defiantly….. and then she smiles wholeheartedly….it brightens the room…even in the dark….
" Beck…beck..beck.." She says with that smile….unhinging some mystic force within me…the one that finds my feet under me…the one that insists that I walk over to the bed…and lean against it…and take her strong but delicate hand in my own…
I marvel at her touch….but more so at her ability to continue to have me at her beck and call…
She takes a firm grasp on my hand…and pulls me closer….presses her lips to the back of my hand…and then to the palm….
One part of me tenses for the inevitable spiral into the depths of the dismal abyss…..the other part WANTS her to be doing this….definitely WANTS her kissing against the inside of my wrist….yep…right there…where my pulse can sing against her lips…
You are not thinking logically, Willow…
" Osiris…..Eternal damnation….…" I murmur in defense against her bussing endeavors….Her eyes turn up to me again…she pauses.
" That sounds fun….but since the Big O has been sent packing…. I was thinking more of a two-some right now...you know… me…you…and me getting to…. You know….Thank you…properly…."
" T-Thank me?" I say…still feeling the skin where she kissed buzzing with life… my mind trying to wrap around the facts
I don’t think she’s got Thanks in the same context right now ….. and what is this about Osiris being gone? When did that…..
She pulls me even closer….close enough to get her lips over mine.
I’m so completely lost at this point I don’t know which part of the room is right side up…
What was the question again? Who is the President of the United States? Who won the 1969 World Series? What is your middle name? And exactly how much time can we spend Thanking each other rotten before someone downstairs realizes you haven’t come out of this room…???
TBC…
Edited to add: Please find a little time today to check out this link: http://www.lethimstay.com
and send the Florida legislature a little letter encouraging them to think not of themselves but of the children who could have the benifit of a loving family.
(speaking from a former Foster Care child soapbox....kids don't care if thier parents are gay or straight...only that they are fiercely loved)
Thanks!
Niki
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"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
" I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz
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by Pixie » Fri Mar 15, 2002 2:22 pm
THANK you!!!!
by ForeverPiper » Fri Mar 15, 2002 2:31 pm
Me too! I loved the Willow-thoughts too!
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by bearskeeper » Fri Mar 15, 2002 3:06 pm
And wiccachicca, this just keeps getting better and better!!!!!
by wiccachica » Fri Mar 15, 2002 3:48 pm
Gosh...but I sure do like the idea of having woncubines of my very own....golly
* rolls eyes towards bubble that appears above head....Niki laying on a cushy sofa with chocolate....a laptop...and a legion of woncubines at my Beck-Beck-Beck.......*
Talk about hoo-dee-ha!
Well...this is the point of the story where the troll wants to hear from you....
Shall he continue to find strange places and adventures for these two young ladies...or should he start on something new...like a story where W/T find a stock report...or maybe do an in-depth article on the winter life span of the Bulgarian Fruit Fly....
I'm all ears....well actually the troll is all ears...(Have you seen a troll's ears???)
May your weekend be filled with LOTS of laundry and even more.....THANKS....(wink)
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"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
" I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz
" Tremble!" Gachnar (Fear Itself)
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by Pixie » Fri Mar 15, 2002 4:59 pm
"Beck-beck-beck" *Pixie calls over her shoulder* Coming, Niki!
by LeatherQueen » Fri Mar 15, 2002 6:46 pm
Although, I have a question: What happened to the other two Willows who helped with the soul restoration spell? Where'd they go?
And as for the troll's question: Whatever the troll wants is fine. As long as it includes strange and wacky hijinks with lots of sappy Willow/Tara moments, I'm all for it.
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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." -Glory
by Kalita » Fri Mar 15, 2002 8:42 pm
I'll take anything, and thank you profusely for it, however much you've got. Cool?
by DaRebel » Fri Mar 15, 2002 9:49 pm
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"No, no potions. It's not magic, it's chemistry. You can tell by how damn slow it is!" Willow 'Doublemeat Palace'
by Owl » Fri Mar 15, 2002 10:14 pm
podchinyonie vsekh stran, soyedinyaityes'!
minions of the world, unite!
Edited 'cause i accidentally wrote "cheleading" which would make for too many references to communism.
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by Pixie » Fri Mar 15, 2002 11:05 pm
by jomarch » Sat Mar 16, 2002 2:39 am
Wiccachica, thanks for the amazing updates. I have not laughed so much at the most inopportune times since the justice of the peace offficiating my brother-in-law's marriage started hitting on my mother-in-law.
As a dedicated woncubine, I bring chocolate covered strawberries and champagne to toast this story and perhaps a new one????
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by Catwalks » Sat Mar 16, 2002 7:03 pm
I get the feeling I better be prepared!!
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Good, cause ... I want my room to be Willow-friendly.
by wiccachica » Mon Mar 18, 2002 9:20 am
The troll has seen the light and wishes to continue to see how far he can push the limits of his power....He has talked to me in great legnth about this and here is what I gather we should expect in no uncertain terms...
He has decided to take an interesting turn that even I'm not sure where he thinks this is going....
One should expect much more weirdness and smoochies....
Leatherqueen and DaRebel... you can expect a very interesting answer to what happened to the two Willows...look for them....later on....
Expect me to do a few directorial episodes this season..... I had him write me up a new contract....
So without further delay.....
a little reminder information:
Disclaimer: I owneth not the BTVS characters… they belong to the big Joss Man and his posse.... ( He is sooo the Joss of them....)
Disclaimer# 2: Prepare to be confused. It's part of the fun....just keep plowing through and all will make sense...like a fog lifting....heh...
Spoilers: None unless you haven’t seen Season six to date
Angst: Mild to moderate
Rating: PG 13 for adult humour, some nudity, and mild violence…. so basically a children's cartoon on TV these days has more smut than I do...but it doesn't mean I'm not going to try..
Description: A strictly "what if" romp through Sunnydale…. Don’t be put off by the weird stuff...embrace the weird stuff...make it part of you...one with you...love your inner weirdo…because everything here is written weirdly for a reason…or maybe that’s…nothing is written in a reasonable amount of time… trust no one…la-la-la…etc.
Feedback: Of course! let me know if this is fun or just giving you a headache! lafemmenikit@hotmail.com
I'll let the troll know what you think....
so now...(honestly) without any more delays.....
The Morning Edition:
Chapter One Hundred and Five: Oh Yes...It's Ladies Night....
Saturday.....8:22 p.m.
And we all know what that means....
Date Night.
Ohh...yeah....
I pretend to be engrossed in a an old black and white film on television...something about wacky mix-ups and an heir to the throne of France...or England...or some place with really cool towers...
Honestly I wouldn't know...I'm waaaay too excited by the potential that tonight holds...
It's been months since we've had an official Date Night occurrence in this house....
And all of us want this to be perfect...special darn it... we want Tara to come over here...and see how wonderful this house is...so much so that she'll want to stay....she'll move out of that stupid dorm...and right back into our house… where she belongs...
Tara should be here any minute now...and I'm having the hardest time focusing on the shenanigans on the screen...
Willow has been upstairs puttering around in her room for the last hour...My guess: getting ready for the BIG DATE....
Buffy comes out of the kitchen for the fifth time in…like… half an hour.
" Did I hear a knock? Did someone knock on the door??" She asks excitedly. I don't even look up from the screen this time.
" You know...for someone with Slayer hearing..." I start.
" Don't tell me you're not as stoked as I am about having a Date Night..." She says.
" It's… okay..." I answer casually...trying to leech every ounce of hope out of my voice...
Okay...but why is your belly doing the shimmy bump and grind, Dawn? I'll tell you why...cuz you want those two together so much your hair aches....
" Wow...I thought you of all people would be a little more enthusiastic...." Buffy pouts...and disappears back into the kitchen.
I'm left wondering what kind of place they are going to be going to...someplace romantic? Someplace fun and non-committal?
I guess you were just trying to help out by nonchalantly sticking that flyer about the County Carnival coming into town on the refrigerator two days ago. If that doesn't work...I'm going to have to ask them to escort me and Janice ... giving up my teenaged independence seems like a good sacrifice for a night of Willow and Tara Dateage…and that will work...they can't turn me down when I put on the sad Summer's face....
Sometimes... a girl has to take desperate measures....
Sometimes she has to play outside the boundaries...shirk the rules of war...and go for the kill.
What can say...I'm a ‘take no prisoners’ sort of soldier of Love....
When the doorbell finally rings...It's a serious race between Buffy and I to the door...I leap over the arm of the couch and she comes careening out of the kitchen...
We collide about five feet from the door. Body to body…sending us both crashing to the floor on our butts with shouts of surprise and indignation.
The door opens a few seconds later, and Tara pokes her head in.
" Hello? Are you two okay?" She asks…hurrying to help us up off the floor. I rub my hip-bone and scowl at my sister.
" Yes...fine...just..." I start...and it is at this point I see what she is wearing...
Where in the WORLD could they possibly be going???
She's wearing a battered pair of cut-offs and a dark blue T-shirt....
…her laundry washing clothes...
Date Night has become Laundry Night? Did I not get the memo or something?
" Hey Tare...you here to clean or go out?" Buffy asks...massaging a sore spot out of her backside...
" Actually I'm..." She starts…but breaks off into a glowing smile as she looks up.
" Hi!….Hi!" Willow says from the top of the stairs...she hurries down them to the landing.
She too is wearing something similar. A pair of holey jeans and a severely faded Hungry Puppy T-shirt...
" Okay...NOW I'm confused...you two are going out looking like THAT??" Buffy says.
" Oh...we aren't going out." Willow says...her eyes shimmering with pent up perkiness. She is bouncing on the balls of her feet without realizing she's doing it.
" No we are going to paint Willow's room." Tara says with an equal amount of enthusiasm.
" Paint...your...room..." I echo under my breath...more than a little disappointed.
" Sure...why not?" Tara says...smiling over at me like she knows exactly what I'm thinking.
" I figure tonight we paint...and tomorrow night...I was going to ask you if you guys wanted to go see the Carnival with me..."
Oh, Tara...you Diva of plots well made…I bow in your honor…I sing odes to your children’s children….
" Ooo...the Carnival....!! Oh gosh...what a great idea!!!" I say brightly. " Can I ask Janice to come?"
" Of course...." Tara says...and then Willow takes her hand and she’s lost to us again...
they twine their fingers for a few moments...I don't even think they are aware that they are doing it...
" But tonight...we paint." Tara says.
I am going to have to ask them one day how they can make tedious tasks like painting a room or doing laundry sound like a three-day weekend in the Tropics....
They head upstairs...and Buffy and I are left standing at the bottom of the stairs glancing at one another and not only wondering what had just happened to our perfect Date Night...but what kind of bribes and compensations we would be missing out on on our night of nights…
Well we all have to have our priorities...
Another knock at the door startles us out of our reverie…
Buffy pulls open the door to find Xander and Anya smiling in….Xander looks from me to Buffy in a conspirital smile…
" They here? What’d we miss…we miss anything good? Has money been passed out? Promises made…?"
" He ran three stop lights to get here in time for the gratuitous Date Night promises marathon…" Anya says…
" I’ll make some cocoa…" Buffy says…leaving me to break the news.
Sometimes she is soooo lucky she’s a slayer…I mean look at me…I’m taller than she is…I could so take her sans the super powers…..
TBC...
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"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
" I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz
" Tremble!" Gachnar (Fear Itself)
by bearskeeper » Mon Mar 18, 2002 9:58 am
::edited to add:: Yey! I'm a Dolls Eye Crystal now! Woo-hoo!
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by wiccachica » Mon Mar 18, 2002 10:12 am
confusion is easy here in the land of LA....
Try skimming over page 15 and 16 for the answer...
I admit I asked the troll to hurry them out of there...so it was easy to miss....
cheers!
N
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"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
" I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz
" Tremble!" Gachnar (Fear Itself)
by Pixie » Mon Mar 18, 2002 10:19 am
And Catwalks: I hereby present you with a shiny new harness so you can fully experience the wild ride.
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