Author: Brin Londo5
Email: PG-13 or mild R, due to language
Summary: Willow's cousin comes to visit. American Pie 1 & 2 crossover. Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel: the Series characters belong to Joss Wheadon, all hail the Joss-meister. No cash is being made, so there. Archive: Whoever wants it, just please ask first.
Author's Notes: AU Season 7. Tara survived, the First Evil Didn't.
The large Winnebago slowly cruised through the streets of Sunnydale, furtive eyes peering back and forth at the unfamiliar streets. The driver turned to the person in the front passenger seat, and shrugged in vague confusion.
"Well, YOU'RE the only one who's ever been here before. Go see where we are, and where we're going."
Shoulders slumped in defeat, and slowly the person turned and opened the Winnebago door.
Anya looked up as a petite redhead wandered into the Magic Box. What's up with Willow? she wondered. "You know, if Xander were getting out of the hospital today, I'd want to be over there, picking him up. What's you're excuse?" She asked with her usual bluntness. "Or is Buffy late again? You can check in the back, if you want. Her and Giles should be there, if they missed picking you up. How is Tara, other than sore, I mean?"
The redhead looked even more confused.. "Tara? And.why-why would Xander be in the hospital?"
"Oh, Willow, honey, you haven't been playing with Tabula Rasa spells again?" Anya blurted out. "Xander isn't in the hospital, Tara is! You, Buffy, and Giles are supposed to go pick her up today!"
"Huh? Who is Tara, and-and why is she in the hospital? And why do you keep calling me Willow?"
Oh dear, Anya thought, It's worse than when she made me think Giles and I were engaged! "Willow, it's okay, we'll get Giles over here and everything will be alright." Just as soon as she said that, the door opened with the ringing of the bell, and an older man dressed in tweed, and two blondes walked into the store. One was petite and rather stylishly dressed, the other was taller, with one arm in a sling, and dressed in a neo-medieval peasant dress.
"Jeez, Wills, late much? I thought you and Xander were meeting us to pick Tara up?" The shorter of the two blondes asked, a slightly put out look upon her face.
"WHO is Tara? And why do you people keep calling me Willow? Willow is-"
"Apparently been playing with dark magics again. This time she only wiped her own memory, thank Grendel." Anya threw in.
"WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!?" She screamed.
"Oh, Willow, honey, it's okay! I understand, and I'll still love you, even after we restore your memory!" The taller blond said, running forward and wrapping her into a rather intimate hug.
"WHOA!!! HOLD ON! Hands OFF my BUTT, lady!" The redhead shoved the blond away, with an almost furious look on her face. Tara's face started to crumble in hurt, and Buffy looked absolutely shocked.
Just then, the doorbell rang, as Willow and Xander walked into the store. Buffy and Anya's jaws dropped open, as did Giles', Tara's, and Xander's. Then, Willow and her mirror image's faces lit up in recognition
"Willow!" the redhead who faced Tara yelled, joy filling her face.
"Michelle!!!!!" Willow all but screamed, and the two redheads ran towards each other and wrapped each other in tight hugs, both bouncing up and down like human pogo sticks.
"Oh, it's Michelle." Xander said, and shrugged at the others. They looked at him with vague looks of confused consternation. Then, a look of realization seemed to almost visibly hit Xander, and his eyes widened. "It's Michelle! Guys, this is Willow's cousin, Michelle! Michelle Flaherty! Her mom and Willow's are sisters! Twins! They're darn near twins themselves!" Comprehension dawned on the others' faces, too, then. Well, all except Anya, who just looked confused.
"And, well, Jim and the gang and I, we decided that summers almost over, and Band Camp's over with too, and so, well, we kinda decided to get an RV and, well, um, go on a kinda road-trip, you know?" Michelle babbled.
"Whoa, Jim, the guy who you took to prom, Jim?" Willow counter-babbled, "The one who I saw on the internet, with that Russian chick? The one who crashed Band Camp to talk to you?"
"He's my fiancée! We started dating after our freshman year of college!" Michelle giggled. "His folks are even bigger geeks than you and me put together!"
Buffy snickered. "Those two BOTH babble in Willow-speak."
"Too true, mi amigo, Buffster. Although, I haven't seen Michelle since third grade, when her mom last took her here to Sunnydale for vacation." Xander said. "God, it's like that time I got split in two, ain't it?" He muttered, a grin on his face.
"Not really, Xander," Anya replied. "I've never wanted to have a ménage a trios with two of Willow. Dueling Xander's, yes, redheaded lesbians, no."
"Huh? What? Lesbians? No, I mean, okay, so I MAYBE had a few bi-curious fantasies here or there, but Jim's my guy, don't need a girl!" Michelle giggled nervously. "So, um, aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?"
"Um, okay, you already know Xander, here."
"Gee, Harris, you grew up nice." Michelle giggled.
"This is Mr. Giles, he used to be our High School Librarian, now he's the co-owner of the Magic Box, with Anya, here." Giles offered a polite 'hello', and Anya waved.
"This is Buffy, one of my best friends besides Xander."
"And this," She said, coming up behind the taller blond and resting her chin on the other girl's shoulder, "is Tara Maclay, my girlfriend."
"WHOA!" Michelle all but yelped, "Your GIRLfriend, as in girlfriend- girlfriend? As in swearing off guys, girlfriend? I thought you were dating that guy Oz, well, not OUR Oz, Chris Ostrieger, but that guitarist guy you wrote me about back in high school?" Michelle quickly backpedaled. As in, speed-of-light backpedaling. "N-not that there's anything wrong with that, Willow, but this is kinda sudden, y'know? And what about Xander?"
"She can't have Xander! Xander's mine!" Anya proclaimed. "Er, I mean, he WAS mine (until the little creep stood me up at the altar!) But, you still can't have him!"
"Well, maybe I don't want him, miss shopkeeper Anya! I have my own little Jimbo! Well, actually, 'little Jimbo' isn't all that little." She said with a naughty grin. "OH! JIM! Jim and the others are still in the Winnebago! No-one was at your folk's home, Willow, so we decided to ask for directions!"
TBC.