Author: LCA
Disclaimer: nope they ain't mine. However, I am willing to buy them for...say...a pack of Wrigley's Spearmint Gum. Interested Joss? Have ur peeps call mine!
a/n: ahhhhh, I have a cup of tea, a computer and ideas popping outta my head. Isn't life grand? So before the stories I would like to take a moment to thank the reviewers:
Jackie- sorry I missed you the last chapter but, ya know, Thanksgiving weekend is really stressfull and I just wasn't thinking. Anyways, wow, I never thought about my story like that. Pretty darn cool way of putting it!
Israfel- yes, Buffy is the epitome of crazy characters in this story but hey, if you just woke up from a 6 year "snooze" you'd be a little cranky too. Right? Right! So anyway, there's another reason why she's acting so moody, but that comes later
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"Hurry!" giggled the red head as she stretched her leg out over the car to give the acceleration a boost. Oz, who was supposed to be driving, gave her a sidelong glance.
Willow was glowing with excitement! From her ears to her pink painted toenails, she was grinning. She hadn't looked this excited since he had asked her to marry him.
"Would you chill, we'll get there...hopefully in one piece." he couldn't help tease.
Willow rolled her eyes and looked out the window. Oz noticed that her leg was bouncing up and down. She must be REALLY excited to meet this Buffy chick. Sure, Oz had visited her from time to time with Will but he never really cared that much. He would have been sad if she died but to him she was just good old comatose Buffy. Now everything was different. With Buffy back, would Willow ignore him, would all of her time be devoted to Buffy and no "alone" time? The thought kind of creeped him out.
Whatever, they would pull through, they always did. It's not like they were broken up and Oz was traveling around the world as the one Willow didn't pick when he had given her an ultimatum...right?
Willow practically ran down the hall to get to Buffy's room. She vaguely remembered that Angel would be there and she should probably give them some alone time, but this was BUFFY! The girl who had been her best friend for such a short time, but whom Willow felt like she knew her whole life. God, there was so much to tell her. Her engagement, Xander and Cordy, and Tara.
The thought of Tara sobered Willow up a bit. When Oz had left to do some soul searching, Tara had come into her life. Willow had never met anyone as unsure and out of place as she had been in high school. But what started out as a simple thing in common had turned into a whirlwind affair. Then Oz had come back and Will had chosen him, but she would never forget the look in Tara's eyes when she had said it was over, they would haunt her till the day she died.
There was the door to Buff's room. God, could I be anymore nervous? She scolded herself. But what if Buffy was a completely different person? What if she had never really known her? What if...Angel and Buffy were making out on the hospital bed right now.
Silently Willow closed the door and tiptoed out barely keeping back a laugh. As soon as she had shut the door again, all the giggles burst out and she almost cried from laughing so hard. As she walked down the corridor, smothering the last surviving chuckles, she almost rammed into a person coming from the cancer ward.
Surprised, she quickly apologized and reached down to help the person up. As the girl straitened her skirt and smoothed out her hair Willow gasped. Standing right in front of her was Tara.
"I can't believe how perfect everything has turned out. When you were gone, it was like the sun was taken away, but now.now we'll be together forever!"
"Wait, wait, wait! Way too sappy, if you want her to marry you, you need it to be from the heart, not from some play. And Cordy didn't even go to kill her children like Medea did, so why are you even using that play? Heck, you guys HAVE been married for two years Xander, there's no reason to even be doing this."
Xander Harris scowled at his friend Anya. True, he and Cordelia Chase had been married for almost two years. In fact, make that one year and 364 days.
"I know Anya, but I can't help thinking that, you know, the romance is draining away. I mean sure, O.K., she's pregnant. But does that mean I don't get any? So I'm thinking if I reenact our engagement down to exactly how it happened, I might, shall we say, rekindle the fire!"
Anya rolled her eyes. "You men are all such pigs! I'm sooo very glad I killed as many of you off as I could."
Xander grinned, they were moving on to his favorite subject.
"But tragically you can't. Now why is that again? Oh, that's right. Because I'm such a stud muffin you couldn't resist me. Well, at least I can say you have good taste in men."
"This is coming from the man that had to cast a love spell to get his wife. This is coming from a man who has to re-do his proposal two years later. And since when did your proposal involve a dove and a dolphin tank? What did you do, rip out a whole rose garden?"
Xander looked sheepishly at the bird in its cage and the big inflatable swimming pool. Rose petals were scattered everywhere. In truth, it was just for atmosphere, but like hell he'd tell Anya that.
"If you MUST know," he sniped. "I had it just like this the first time. Cordy always said it was so romantic. Listen, doesn't it just speak to you? Can't you hear it calling, 'Anyaaaaaaa, Anyaaaaa, marry meeeeeeeee!'" he said doing some corny wind-voice interpretation.
"No I don't hear any-WAIT! I hear it now. Hold on, I'm getting a message. It say's 'Anyaaaaaa kill the jock straaaaap. KILL the jooooooock straaaaaaaaaap.' I'm sorry Xand, but I must!"
She moved towards him like a zombie with her hands out in front of her. Right when her hands were closing around his neck and he was looking around wildly for someone to save him, his cell phone rang. It was a printed message that read:
Xander and Cordy, Greetings from Sunnydale! We just wanted to F.Y.I. you that Buffy's awake. Come down, she's asking for you! Well, maybe not Cordy but.come she can come down to. And if you see Anya pass along the message please! Love ya and I hope you're having fun in L.A. Willow and Oz
"What is it," Anya asked seeing the look on his face.
"Cordy is going to kill me! Why did she have to wake up on our anniversary? Anya you might want to start packing. We have to make a small trip."
Anya read the phone message. Holding back a laugh she stated, "Oh, Cordy is going to kill you!"
Disclaimer: nope they ain't mine. However, I am willing to buy them for...say...a pack of Wrigley's Spearmint Gum. Interested Joss? Have ur peeps call mine!
a/n: ahhhhh, I have a cup of tea, a computer and ideas popping outta my head. Isn't life grand? So before the stories I would like to take a moment to thank the reviewers:
Jackie- sorry I missed you the last chapter but, ya know, Thanksgiving weekend is really stressfull and I just wasn't thinking. Anyways, wow, I never thought about my story like that. Pretty darn cool way of putting it!
Israfel- yes, Buffy is the epitome of crazy characters in this story but hey, if you just woke up from a 6 year "snooze" you'd be a little cranky too. Right? Right! So anyway, there's another reason why she's acting so moody, but that comes later
***
"Hurry!" giggled the red head as she stretched her leg out over the car to give the acceleration a boost. Oz, who was supposed to be driving, gave her a sidelong glance.
Willow was glowing with excitement! From her ears to her pink painted toenails, she was grinning. She hadn't looked this excited since he had asked her to marry him.
"Would you chill, we'll get there...hopefully in one piece." he couldn't help tease.
Willow rolled her eyes and looked out the window. Oz noticed that her leg was bouncing up and down. She must be REALLY excited to meet this Buffy chick. Sure, Oz had visited her from time to time with Will but he never really cared that much. He would have been sad if she died but to him she was just good old comatose Buffy. Now everything was different. With Buffy back, would Willow ignore him, would all of her time be devoted to Buffy and no "alone" time? The thought kind of creeped him out.
Whatever, they would pull through, they always did. It's not like they were broken up and Oz was traveling around the world as the one Willow didn't pick when he had given her an ultimatum...right?
Willow practically ran down the hall to get to Buffy's room. She vaguely remembered that Angel would be there and she should probably give them some alone time, but this was BUFFY! The girl who had been her best friend for such a short time, but whom Willow felt like she knew her whole life. God, there was so much to tell her. Her engagement, Xander and Cordy, and Tara.
The thought of Tara sobered Willow up a bit. When Oz had left to do some soul searching, Tara had come into her life. Willow had never met anyone as unsure and out of place as she had been in high school. But what started out as a simple thing in common had turned into a whirlwind affair. Then Oz had come back and Will had chosen him, but she would never forget the look in Tara's eyes when she had said it was over, they would haunt her till the day she died.
There was the door to Buff's room. God, could I be anymore nervous? She scolded herself. But what if Buffy was a completely different person? What if she had never really known her? What if...Angel and Buffy were making out on the hospital bed right now.
Silently Willow closed the door and tiptoed out barely keeping back a laugh. As soon as she had shut the door again, all the giggles burst out and she almost cried from laughing so hard. As she walked down the corridor, smothering the last surviving chuckles, she almost rammed into a person coming from the cancer ward.
Surprised, she quickly apologized and reached down to help the person up. As the girl straitened her skirt and smoothed out her hair Willow gasped. Standing right in front of her was Tara.
"I can't believe how perfect everything has turned out. When you were gone, it was like the sun was taken away, but now.now we'll be together forever!"
"Wait, wait, wait! Way too sappy, if you want her to marry you, you need it to be from the heart, not from some play. And Cordy didn't even go to kill her children like Medea did, so why are you even using that play? Heck, you guys HAVE been married for two years Xander, there's no reason to even be doing this."
Xander Harris scowled at his friend Anya. True, he and Cordelia Chase had been married for almost two years. In fact, make that one year and 364 days.
"I know Anya, but I can't help thinking that, you know, the romance is draining away. I mean sure, O.K., she's pregnant. But does that mean I don't get any? So I'm thinking if I reenact our engagement down to exactly how it happened, I might, shall we say, rekindle the fire!"
Anya rolled her eyes. "You men are all such pigs! I'm sooo very glad I killed as many of you off as I could."
Xander grinned, they were moving on to his favorite subject.
"But tragically you can't. Now why is that again? Oh, that's right. Because I'm such a stud muffin you couldn't resist me. Well, at least I can say you have good taste in men."
"This is coming from the man that had to cast a love spell to get his wife. This is coming from a man who has to re-do his proposal two years later. And since when did your proposal involve a dove and a dolphin tank? What did you do, rip out a whole rose garden?"
Xander looked sheepishly at the bird in its cage and the big inflatable swimming pool. Rose petals were scattered everywhere. In truth, it was just for atmosphere, but like hell he'd tell Anya that.
"If you MUST know," he sniped. "I had it just like this the first time. Cordy always said it was so romantic. Listen, doesn't it just speak to you? Can't you hear it calling, 'Anyaaaaaaa, Anyaaaaa, marry meeeeeeeee!'" he said doing some corny wind-voice interpretation.
"No I don't hear any-WAIT! I hear it now. Hold on, I'm getting a message. It say's 'Anyaaaaaa kill the jock straaaaap. KILL the jooooooock straaaaaaaaaap.' I'm sorry Xand, but I must!"
She moved towards him like a zombie with her hands out in front of her. Right when her hands were closing around his neck and he was looking around wildly for someone to save him, his cell phone rang. It was a printed message that read:
Xander and Cordy, Greetings from Sunnydale! We just wanted to F.Y.I. you that Buffy's awake. Come down, she's asking for you! Well, maybe not Cordy but.come she can come down to. And if you see Anya pass along the message please! Love ya and I hope you're having fun in L.A. Willow and Oz
"What is it," Anya asked seeing the look on his face.
"Cordy is going to kill me! Why did she have to wake up on our anniversary? Anya you might want to start packing. We have to make a small trip."
Anya read the phone message. Holding back a laugh she stated, "Oh, Cordy is going to kill you!"