TITLE: As You Wish

AUTHOR: Delayne T. Buranek

RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: Enter standard Disclaimer here. In Other Words, I own none of it, I use it not for profit anyway. I used to do this in hopes it would impress girls but I'm committed now so that is out of the question. But we have nothing to our name except our two dogs and you'll have to kill me before taking them.

SUMMARY: After rich and powerful CEO Willow gets an invitation for her 10 year High school reunion, she also gets a visit from a "guardian angel" to see what her life would be like if she was married and had kids.

SPOILERS: Why do I put this on here still? If you are this obsessed with Willow and Tara then I'm sure you've seen all the episodes that have them in it.

FEEDBACK: Yes please. I'll even read "I hate you, you are horrible," but I probably won't take you seriously, unless you back up that statement with a well thought out reason as to why.

NOTE: Started writing this because of watching too many Christmas Movies, in particular The Family Man (which I haven't actually seen all the way through). I loved Mr. Destiny though when I was little. Pretty much along the lines of every movie based on either It's a Wonderful Life (what if- type movies) and The Christmas Carol (rich dude needs attitude adjustment- type movies). Also, didn't want a Christmas theme (because I'm not like all yay go Christmas) and knew I wouldn't be posting this anytime around Christmas.

CHAPTER 1

Willow was at the top of the world. She started her business and turned it into a Fortune 500 company. She had two degrees, one in computer science and one in business. She owned a large mansion in the hills, which her servants kept clean as she usually stayed in her penthouse at the top of the same skyscraper where her business office was also contained.

She opened up the larger cream colored envelope that was at the top of her pile of mail. If she remembered correctly the size indicated it could be some sort of celebratory card or an invitation. She read the postmark, Sunnydale California. She sighed. Had it really been 10 years since she'd seen the place? Not that it was far, her in the heart of Silicon Valley, her hometown lay just over an hour to the north.

She grabbed the Excalibur silver letter opener from its rock on the desk and made a clean slice through the fold. She pulled the invitation out and read the scrolling script. Ten years indeed she thought, her high school reunion. She pulled out the RSVP card and checked marked yes, stuffed it in the pre-stamped envelope and dropped it in the out basket. Her housekeeper would send it out tomorrow.

Willow actually looked forward to the event that was to occur that next weekend. She hated her classmates. Abhorred them even. Nothing would be greater than to show up, show off herself and her money and her power and prove to them all that she wasn't the geek with the horrible taste in clothes. She would show them all how much better she was than them, how much happier she was than them. Especially that bitch Cordelia, show her what real designer labels and fancy expensive cars were.

She flipped out her phone, pressed and held a number and brought it to her ear. "Make my usual reservation and send my car." She felt the need to celebrate.

As she appeared at the entrance below, her usual town car appeared but the driver that got out to open her door was not her usual. "Where's Ben?" The woman who opened her door replied, "His wife is having their baby." Willow shrugged and got into her car.

After she settled into the car Willow felt the need to question this dark haired woman. She may have been a high powered person but she made sure to never be the cold boss that is often portrayed in the movies. Besides it was common sense to at least get the names of people working for her. It made her seem like she cared, when she really didn't, but she also didn't want to be oblivious to those who had access to her. She didn't want to ever be questioned by police for something her employee could do and only say "I really don't know them," especially if she ever happened to be the victim. It was just common sense.

"And your name is?"

"I'm Anya."

"And how long have you worked for my driving company?"

"A few months. I am only a substitute driver. I have other jobs too."

"Other jobs?"

"I'm living the dream, making as much money as I can. Ben is kind of silly taking a day off to be with his wife and newborn child. He could be making money, I've heard children are expensive. But hey his loss, my gain."

Willow started to space out on the woman but was brought back to her after the brunette asked a question.

"So you ever think about getting married, having kids?"

Willow knew her answer as it was automatic, "No, never have."

But she was so closed off she did not hear her own heart screaming. Her loneliness seeping from her in waves, large blue crashing waves. Her heart making wishes she had long ago ignored.

As Willow said to the driver "Can you just take me to my destination please." She responded "As You Wish."

^v^v^

Willow turned her Porsche east on a unnamed highway and drove for a few more miles. She had crossed the Sunnydale city limits sign, even though there still wasn't much city to be had. She was early, and did not head directly to the high school but instead found herself driving her old neighborhood. She passed her parents' house. She wondered if they even lived there anymore, trying to remember if they had sent an email about it. If they did they clearly weren't home. The lawn was full of leaves from last fall and hadn't been mowed yet this spring. It looked empty, but then again to Willow it had always looked empty.

She reached the end of the block and didn't notice the stop sign that didn't used to be there. Last thing she remembered was the airbag exploding in her face.

^v^v^

Willow pushed the airbag out of her face. She reached for the handle to open her door and found it not in its usual place. She felt dizzy and stumbled out of the vehicle landing hard on the pavement. She took a quick look around. Her Porsche was gone but she thought she could hear its engine speeding off in the distance. What was she doing in that minivan?

A generic blue sedan pulled up and the driver quickly threw it into park and hopped out as the engine still ran.

"Willow!"

The redhead looked up to the thick man who came running to her aid. And who, somehow, knew her name.

"Will, what happened?" He figured out partly what happened by the large dent in the side of the minivan, and hoped Willow could provide more information.

She stood up, wavering as the man caught her arm. She pushed away from him and saw the hurt and confusion in his kind brown eyes.

"Where is my car?"

"Uh... Tara took your car today remember? You were going to get the oil changed in the van."

"No, *my* car. My Porsche!" She looked around frantically. Wait... "Who's Tara?"

"Will this isn't funny. Are you sure you're okay?" The man looked very very worried. He tried to reach for her again.

"Quit touching me, I don't know you. Who are you?" She said as she backed away from his hands.

"It's me Will. It's Xander. Your bestest of your bestest buds. Lifelong friend and neighbor."

Willow continued to stare. He did look familiar, it had been a really long time though. They did live near each other growing up and went to school together. But she never had any friends in High School. He had moved away when his parents divorced, went to live with his Dad. He never wrote. She felt this anger well up that she hadn't known was dormant.

"Look Will, I think you hit your head pretty hard or something. I'm going to call an ambulance and then I'm going to call Tara."

'Tara... he keeps mentioning Tara. Who the hell is Tara?' She thought.

But she said, "I'm fine, just call me a cab so I can go to the reunion. I'll call my car and have it tracked on the way."

As Xander heard, "911. What's your emergency?" on the other end of his cell phone he said while covering the mouthpiece. "Will, the reunion isn't 'til next week."

As the world went black for Willow, Xander grabbed the redhead as he shouted into the phone "I need an ambulance."

-To Be Continued-