...Or How Joss Whedon Does Indeed Run The Universe
Author: Quik
Rating: PG-13, for language for now E-mail: kiddou@hotmail.com Genre: Angel the Series, starting during Season Three Acknowledgements: Joss Whedon owns them all; I'm just playing with the dolls and I promise to put them back later. Warning: This story contains a little self-insertion. I've made myself a lot better than I actually am! Also this will likely be a long series.
Ever say something completely off base and immediately think to yourself, 'I really shouldn't have said that. Man, am I ever dumb.' And in my really weak defense, all I said was " I could do a better job than Joss." Famous last words and that's where it all started I guess.
I was at a party in Japan, talking with Anna, a new friend who, like me was addicted to Buffy and Angel, the tv shows. Anna is a HUGE Spike fan who has been enjoying the tentative romance between Angel and Cordy. I, on the other hand, am a diehard Willow and Angel shipper. I had been steadily seducing Anna to my view of things by introducing her to what I consider the best pieces of fan fiction anywhere; Medea's Masters and Minions series and Carrie's It's About Time Series.
Sorry, I digress a lot. Have patience; I'm getting somewhere. Anyways, Anna and I met once a week, indulging in our habit of watching old Buffy and Angel episodes. Then we would dissect it and stuff. I loved it! Oh yeah, what were we doing in Japan? We both were Assistant English teachers, working with the JET program.{Insert promo for JET program}. I really enjoyed my work, but after 2 years it was time to go home. Sorry, I digressed again. Where was I? Oh yeah, party.
But this one week we decided to go to a party instead of staying home, choosing to publicly expose our mutual obsession with two tv shows. In other words, the party was boring. Now for those of you who don't live overseas, maybe I should explain how difficult it is to keep up an obsession with a TV show if the country only has rights to season four Buffy, ack!, and season one Angel.
You have no choice; you must become a 'net fiend. You feverishly check out sites that might have any news/gossip/conspiracy theories about what's going on. Pysche's transcripts site is bookmarked along with UPN's official Buffy site, the WB's Angel page, and my personal favourite, cityof angel.com, because it gives picture, reviews and mini transcripts to episodes in the current season as they are aired.
Yeah, you become a bit of a freak. But I digress..
And since this was right about after that disastrous episode in season three where Angel nearly strangles Wesley in the hospital and there were many, accurate as it turns out, rumours flying through cyberspace that Willow was going to end the world over Tara, yours truly was seriously upset with Mr. Joss Whedon. Ok, I was pissed and truly wanted to grab him by the short and curlies and hurt him. Badly.
Anna was handling it much better than I was.
" Argh! I can't believe it! Isn't it getting old? I mean, c'mon. aren't we having a bit too much I am the chosen one, oops sorry, the Warrior one ethics in good, ole Hell LA? I mean, Angel's not even trying to understand Wesley's position. And if he did, just smidge, Angel would realise that both he and Wesley are being played! Moreover, that Wesley didn't just , dumdy dumdy dum pass Connor over to Justine! He had to have his throat slit before losing grip of the baby," I griped.
I sighed. "If only someone would could get through to Angel.", I meandered. Than I gathered myself together and pounced for my next argument.
" Honestly, Anna, Joss is obviously getting in a slump. I mean, it looks like he's using Willow, again!,to liven up an otherwise truly wretched season of Buffy. I swear everytime he can't think of a good idea to keep the season going, he says 'Willow's going to be evil this episode!'. Why is it that Xander is never blamed for his idioticies, but everyone freaks and guilt trips Willow whenever she steps out of line or makes the smallest mistake? And the villians this season soooo suck." I moaned.
" Well, I'm inclined to agree with you. But yesterday, I was thinking. What if this season isn't about the three geeks in the basement? What if, instead, Joss is carefully detailing to us the slow descent of Willow from cheerful, do-gooder and Scoobie, to the enemy? Wouldn't that be of interest?" asked Anna.
Pause.
" I hate you Anna. That actually makes sense. And worse, it could work. Sigh. But I still think I could do a better job than Joss."
And that was the last time I saw Anna for a long time.
It's a cliché, but I groaned when I came to. Blinking in the blinding, white light/mist, I could hear nothing. No wind, no chimes, nada. I groped my way to a standing position, looking around me. Strangely, though, I don't remember being panicked or frightened by my departure from Japan to where ever the heck I was. I actually remember feeling at peace, totally calm.
Look, before we go on, you need to know that I'm not particularly interested in any organised religion, Christian or not. I'm much more into looking around, praising everything I see that's good and trying to help change that which is disturbing to me and others. I figure that way, the Great Bird of the Galaxy and I will remain good friends, and I won't feel repulsed by life, or rather what we humans do with it. End of religious statement. Which is why what happened next is so surprising.
I heard a voice. It surrounded me, much like the light and the mist. Once again I wish to state, I was not afraid nor did I feel threatened.
" You have spoken and been heard. We have heard the prayers of our Warrior. Since our Warrior is in need, and since none else of our messengers, no not even the Powers That Be, are willing to aid him, we must send you."
" Huh?! Warrior? Do you mean Angel?" I asked, a bit nervous. Oh dear, what had I done?! Had I learned nothing from Cordy, Anyaka and the wishes?! Always watch what you say! I know better than this. I bit my lower lip.
"The Warrior must be righted and set upon the path again. Else all is lost. Your first task..
" Wait a second! Who are you?" I demanded, " And where are you? How'd you get me here? Where is here?"
The mist and the light dissolved, until I found myself standing on the beach. Not just any beach, but New River Beach, a place full of fond memories of summer fun, not that far from my home. Usually, it's very busy, but now it was empty, in spite of the lovely sunny day. I shivered.
"Is that better?" inquired The Voice, "We do not wish to frighten or alarm. Very well? Excellent. We are God. Or if you prefer, We are the Goddess."
Oh, boy.
The Voice continued, " You, Lisa, out of everyone, in any timeline or dimension, are the only one with the strength, ability and, yes desire to help our Warrior in his time of need."
" Huh?!!!"
Patiently, or rather doggedly, the Voice continued.
" Will you help our Warrior is his time of need? The child, Connor, must be returned to his father, or else the Warrior will lose his way forever. All creation will suffer."
Now just so you know my state of mind at this point, I figured I was dreaming. Somebody back at the party must have accidentally walked into me/ hit me over the head with a 2x4. I must have been unconscious and I was so obviously dreaming. Angel? Need me? It was a tv show, for Pete's sake! Not real. So I had to be dreaming.
Shrugging my shoulders, but thoroughly intrigued, I chose to be bold. " Sure. Why not?"
Author: Quik
Rating: PG-13, for language for now E-mail: kiddou@hotmail.com Genre: Angel the Series, starting during Season Three Acknowledgements: Joss Whedon owns them all; I'm just playing with the dolls and I promise to put them back later. Warning: This story contains a little self-insertion. I've made myself a lot better than I actually am! Also this will likely be a long series.
Ever say something completely off base and immediately think to yourself, 'I really shouldn't have said that. Man, am I ever dumb.' And in my really weak defense, all I said was " I could do a better job than Joss." Famous last words and that's where it all started I guess.
I was at a party in Japan, talking with Anna, a new friend who, like me was addicted to Buffy and Angel, the tv shows. Anna is a HUGE Spike fan who has been enjoying the tentative romance between Angel and Cordy. I, on the other hand, am a diehard Willow and Angel shipper. I had been steadily seducing Anna to my view of things by introducing her to what I consider the best pieces of fan fiction anywhere; Medea's Masters and Minions series and Carrie's It's About Time Series.
Sorry, I digress a lot. Have patience; I'm getting somewhere. Anyways, Anna and I met once a week, indulging in our habit of watching old Buffy and Angel episodes. Then we would dissect it and stuff. I loved it! Oh yeah, what were we doing in Japan? We both were Assistant English teachers, working with the JET program.{Insert promo for JET program}. I really enjoyed my work, but after 2 years it was time to go home. Sorry, I digressed again. Where was I? Oh yeah, party.
But this one week we decided to go to a party instead of staying home, choosing to publicly expose our mutual obsession with two tv shows. In other words, the party was boring. Now for those of you who don't live overseas, maybe I should explain how difficult it is to keep up an obsession with a TV show if the country only has rights to season four Buffy, ack!, and season one Angel.
You have no choice; you must become a 'net fiend. You feverishly check out sites that might have any news/gossip/conspiracy theories about what's going on. Pysche's transcripts site is bookmarked along with UPN's official Buffy site, the WB's Angel page, and my personal favourite, cityof angel.com, because it gives picture, reviews and mini transcripts to episodes in the current season as they are aired.
Yeah, you become a bit of a freak. But I digress..
And since this was right about after that disastrous episode in season three where Angel nearly strangles Wesley in the hospital and there were many, accurate as it turns out, rumours flying through cyberspace that Willow was going to end the world over Tara, yours truly was seriously upset with Mr. Joss Whedon. Ok, I was pissed and truly wanted to grab him by the short and curlies and hurt him. Badly.
Anna was handling it much better than I was.
" Argh! I can't believe it! Isn't it getting old? I mean, c'mon. aren't we having a bit too much I am the chosen one, oops sorry, the Warrior one ethics in good, ole Hell LA? I mean, Angel's not even trying to understand Wesley's position. And if he did, just smidge, Angel would realise that both he and Wesley are being played! Moreover, that Wesley didn't just , dumdy dumdy dum pass Connor over to Justine! He had to have his throat slit before losing grip of the baby," I griped.
I sighed. "If only someone would could get through to Angel.", I meandered. Than I gathered myself together and pounced for my next argument.
" Honestly, Anna, Joss is obviously getting in a slump. I mean, it looks like he's using Willow, again!,to liven up an otherwise truly wretched season of Buffy. I swear everytime he can't think of a good idea to keep the season going, he says 'Willow's going to be evil this episode!'. Why is it that Xander is never blamed for his idioticies, but everyone freaks and guilt trips Willow whenever she steps out of line or makes the smallest mistake? And the villians this season soooo suck." I moaned.
" Well, I'm inclined to agree with you. But yesterday, I was thinking. What if this season isn't about the three geeks in the basement? What if, instead, Joss is carefully detailing to us the slow descent of Willow from cheerful, do-gooder and Scoobie, to the enemy? Wouldn't that be of interest?" asked Anna.
Pause.
" I hate you Anna. That actually makes sense. And worse, it could work. Sigh. But I still think I could do a better job than Joss."
And that was the last time I saw Anna for a long time.
It's a cliché, but I groaned when I came to. Blinking in the blinding, white light/mist, I could hear nothing. No wind, no chimes, nada. I groped my way to a standing position, looking around me. Strangely, though, I don't remember being panicked or frightened by my departure from Japan to where ever the heck I was. I actually remember feeling at peace, totally calm.
Look, before we go on, you need to know that I'm not particularly interested in any organised religion, Christian or not. I'm much more into looking around, praising everything I see that's good and trying to help change that which is disturbing to me and others. I figure that way, the Great Bird of the Galaxy and I will remain good friends, and I won't feel repulsed by life, or rather what we humans do with it. End of religious statement. Which is why what happened next is so surprising.
I heard a voice. It surrounded me, much like the light and the mist. Once again I wish to state, I was not afraid nor did I feel threatened.
" You have spoken and been heard. We have heard the prayers of our Warrior. Since our Warrior is in need, and since none else of our messengers, no not even the Powers That Be, are willing to aid him, we must send you."
" Huh?! Warrior? Do you mean Angel?" I asked, a bit nervous. Oh dear, what had I done?! Had I learned nothing from Cordy, Anyaka and the wishes?! Always watch what you say! I know better than this. I bit my lower lip.
"The Warrior must be righted and set upon the path again. Else all is lost. Your first task..
" Wait a second! Who are you?" I demanded, " And where are you? How'd you get me here? Where is here?"
The mist and the light dissolved, until I found myself standing on the beach. Not just any beach, but New River Beach, a place full of fond memories of summer fun, not that far from my home. Usually, it's very busy, but now it was empty, in spite of the lovely sunny day. I shivered.
"Is that better?" inquired The Voice, "We do not wish to frighten or alarm. Very well? Excellent. We are God. Or if you prefer, We are the Goddess."
Oh, boy.
The Voice continued, " You, Lisa, out of everyone, in any timeline or dimension, are the only one with the strength, ability and, yes desire to help our Warrior in his time of need."
" Huh?!!!"
Patiently, or rather doggedly, the Voice continued.
" Will you help our Warrior is his time of need? The child, Connor, must be returned to his father, or else the Warrior will lose his way forever. All creation will suffer."
Now just so you know my state of mind at this point, I figured I was dreaming. Somebody back at the party must have accidentally walked into me/ hit me over the head with a 2x4. I must have been unconscious and I was so obviously dreaming. Angel? Need me? It was a tv show, for Pete's sake! Not real. So I had to be dreaming.
Shrugging my shoulders, but thoroughly intrigued, I chose to be bold. " Sure. Why not?"