Jasmine

post Tomorrow (AtS)

Cordelia had been resting. Technically, sleep wasn't required but she wanted to cling to that option. She wanted to feel human again. So she let her eyes drift closed and suddenly she suffered a jolt. She smelled jasmine and felt a gut-wrenching tug and then she was back on earth, watching her eyes and hands move without her.

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Joan

mid Tabula Rasa

"I'll name me..."

She tried to concentrate on what she felt she was called. What would she respond to?

Snippets of battle experience and pointy weapons danced in her blood. She felt like a warrior. Unfamiliar with the Slayer myth because of her amnesia, she associated the female warrior image with the well-known Joan of Arc.

"I feel like a Joan."

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Jenny Calendar

set Season 4 of BtVS

As the dust of her enemy settled on the ground, a nearby gravestone caught her eye, and it made her stop. Buffy stood quietly with her wooden stake clutched in her hand and stared at the letters "Jenny Calendar" and unbidden a memory flitted across the night into her mind.

Jenny was telling Giles that that she had always been better with numbers, math and computers and the like. Giles had abashedly told her that he was basically the opposite, finding skill with words and history. She had merely grinned and slyly said, "Opposites attract."

Buffy sighed and backed away from Jenny's gravestone before turning and sprinting across the cemetery.

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Jessica Harris

"What is it? Is it about me? Do you hate me Tony?" Jessica was pleading.

"It isn't you." Anthony Harris sighed. "It isn't you I'm hating, Jess. I had these thoughts, and...fears before."

Anthony stared at the floor for a beat before saying:

"Maybe we just went too fast."

"Look, everybody has thoughts. It's natural, it doesn't mean that, that getting married is wrong," Jessica said desperately, holding her fiancé's hands in her own.

"I know, I know..."

"Look, you're just shaken up, okay? You just calm down and we'll start over, okay?" Jessica said, her voice wavering.

Anthony looked at her and thought that she was beautiful, on the verge of tears in her wedding dress. He had to try and trust her, he knew. Yes. Yes, she was right. They would simply start over. Anthony would not become his father if he had anything to say about it. He and Jess would be better parents than his had been to him.

He gave her a smile and nodded, and the relief and love that spread across her face was glorious.