FIC: The Late Shift

[Sassette]

Ahhh, wiccachica ... I haven't had time to reply to this ... but Oh My Heck ... this was tons of fun *G* I can't wait to see what happens with the Tara's and the Willow's.



I still find the overall concept of the two Willow's wanting their own Tara's for date night >incredibly< funny. It just ... it's so damn beautifully twisted, yet perfect. God, I love this fic.



-Sass

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[bearskeeper]

Alright woncubines...I found this quote, and I think it fits wicca's fic perfectly...



"What if everything you see is more than what you see? The person next to you is a warrior and the space that appears empty is a secret door to another world? What if something appears that shouldn't? You either dismiss ir or accept that there is much more to the world that you think." - Shigero Miyamoto



What'd ya think?

[ExtraFlameyWT]

just bumping this back to the first page.. i'm glad you're feeling better, wiccachica... i hope the troll sends us something soon!



-Aimee

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"Pope John Paul today confirmed his opposition to gay marriages, said they're unnatural. Gay marriage is unnatural. Then he put on a pointy hat, his dress, and returned to never having sex at all." -Bill Maher

[LeatherQueen]

Oh, chica, chica, my beloved scritchee. How we miss your daily madness. *sniff* Hope you're feeling much better.



*wanders off to go do some actual work... at work. What a strange concept.*

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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." - Glory


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[jomarch]

Since I fell behind with this, I am actually trying to re-read the whole thing from the beginning. It's even weirder and more brilliant the second time around. Its the ultimate wild ride. Thanks and I do hope you and the troll update soon.

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You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; It will not let you fall

And Death shall have no Dominion

[wiccachica]

Prepare



To



Be



Shifted.



Sat. May 11, 2002



-chica

[ExtraFlameyWT]

YAY!! I'm prepared! I am!



-Aimee

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"Pope John Paul today confirmed his opposition to gay marriages, said they're unnatural. Gay marriage is unnatural. Then he put on a pointy hat, his dress, and returned to never having sex at all." -Bill Maher

[LeatherQueen]

Oh hurrah, hurray!! Chica's back to play.



*runs off to prepare for the return of her wonderful scritchee...*

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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." - Glory


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[Sassette]

Hey wiccachica ...



Beck ... Beck ... Beck ...



-Sass

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[wiccachica]

wow....I love to be becked...I tell you....heh...



Well I was supposed to be going home this weekend for my birthday...but alas...I cannot... so I have concocted this little practice run for you...I'm trying to find my funny little troll...he's around here...somewhere....hmmm.... (checks under laundry basket)



So anyhoo....here's this...



Chapter 157: the Importance of being Tara



Confusion.



Pardon me if this seems intrusive.



I just thought it would be nice to explain things from a more REASONABLE point of view.



To explain to you what it is like to experience everything for the first time.



What it is like to be independent. My own person.



And to ask the cosmically odd question of how much am I REALLY my own person when there are two more of me standing not an arms-length from me right this very moment.



I have wallowed in my independence for the last five and a half minutes.



I am Tara Maclay...and I am NOT Tara Maclay....



I'd say if Tara Maclay is an original copy...then that would make me something of a faction...an offshoot....



A pristine facsimile, if you will...



I arrived a vacuously long five minutes ago with all of my faculties intact, knowing pretty much what "Ground Zero" Tara (as I like to think of her) knows.



I'm taking this totally by my own personal feelings here... because…frankly… The other new Tara is kind of giddy...and the only thing I could say about her is that she and the Willow with the braids have already hit it off famously.



I would think it was strange that the two had gotten so 'chummy" so quickly, but quite honestly... I think we NEW Taras have something of a raw tangent taken directly from Ground Zero Tara and Willow Rosenberg...almost like....we were



Made specifically to love Willows...and oh lucky day…here we have enough to go around…



Prudence seems a little bit tightly wound...but even so...I look at her and it's like... <>…violin music strikes up...and everyone in the world stops moving for a fraction of a second...then I feel heady and a little dizzy…and my heart does a funny little shimmy-bump and grind in my chest… and I can think of nothing better than kissing that Willow… RIGHT then and there…



And if you aren’t confused enough…let me just say it gets more discombobulated right around this point because…



Right now...we have The Real Willow Rosenberg stripping off her pants and shirt and standing before us in all of her unadulterated Willow glory.



And all three Taras in the room can't help but stare unabashedly...haplessly entranced by this…



Of course it would help if she hadn't spun around and looked at us two Newer Taras with that expression...



You know the one...



Like we have just grown two extra heads... (well if you think about it we did…they are just attached to two extra bodies…)



Willow sputters for a moment…and looks as though she might conk out again.



Tara Overload! That’s what that look says.



Given... there are two entirely EXTRA Taras in the room right now, and though we are not singing the Star-Spangled Banner in glittery Wonder Woman Underoos....we are certainly a little bit off the norm...



If your idea of norm refers to standing in a crypt in the middle of the night with a plethora of Willows, a couple of docile vamps, and....



" Oh holy CRAP...." Buffy says from the door of the crypt...looking bedraggled and wet, but also entirely flummoxed by this site...



(Add one ethereally-strong Slayer to the mix and you have something akin to a circus)



At least….that MY take on this…



And that’s really all I have to say about that.



Chapter 158: Till All the Seas Gang Dry, My Dear...or at least the Fricken sky....



"Okay...is anyone going to try and explain this to me....or am I going to get to guess?" Buffy says...basically in my direction...like it HAS to be my fault that the room is full of clones...



But more probably because I'm the only one here standing in my underwear....and everyone knows in the ever-strict rules of combat...



You must always blame everything on the person wearing the least amount of clothing...



If I had taken any more off...I might have been taken prisoner right away. No questions asked.



Ha...ha....heh.



We all look around at each other... All originals and their Doppelgangers ponder the question…but no one has the capacity to answer such a straight-forward question



" Okay....no answer...let me guess then....you....are...either in the middle of making a female softball team...or starting a naked conga line...." Buffy says.



I watch as one of the Tara's raises a brow as though the thought of a naked conga line was actually not THAT BAD of an idea. She nudges the giggly Willow and they both break into noxious chuckling...



Then the copy of me with the pig-tails begins that grating 'huh-huh-huh' laugh that makes me want to leap across the crypt and cover her mouth…or strangle her…I’m not sure which yet… the jury is still out…



Buffy casts an odd glance at the two laughing clones...not sure with pair of Willow and Tara she should be addressing.



" It's a long story." The real Tara says miserably.



" Everything that happens in OUR WORLD turns out to be a LONG story, Tare… so pardon me if I'm really not surprised..." Buffy says wearily…looking around for a place to sit down…



Is it possible that this many Taras and Willows has been too much for even the Slayer to accommodate in her logic?



“ We were just about to leave, actually…” An extra ME says firmly…taking the hand of her own doe-eyed, more serious Tara.



“ Who ARE YOU???” I demand.



“ Prudence…we’ve met.” The Willowganger says.



“ We have?” I squeak?



But now that you mention it….this Willow does have an annoying quality of her own…one that surpasses the obnoxious laughter of the other one…



“ I’m Pippa!” The goofy ME chimes in….her Tara giggles and they press their foreheads together and begin a new fit of laughter….



How can something so cute make me so annoyed???



“ A silly ME…..and a stodgy ME…” I mumble to myself…trying to place them.



“ You made us to help you put Tara’s soul in that little ball…boy was THAT a Class-A screw up if there ever was one…” The one calling herself Pippa says my way…



Okay….ME calling me a Screw-up…THAT’S about all I can take…



“ You wanna take this outside pig-tails???” I say to her through clenched teeth …and I feel Tara touch my arm from behind me…the Original Tara…MY Tara… and my anger subsides slightly.



“ Don’t beat yourself up about this…” She says to me…and then makes a face… “ I-I mean…don’t fight…with….Pippa…”



“ That one is calling me a screw up Tare….” I say in total tattletale mode…and Tara nods patiently…



“ I know she is…but you have to be the bigger…..uh…Willow…. here…and stay calm….”



“ Besides…” Pippa says…putting an arm around her own Tara like a direct descendent of a sappy 60’s musical teenager about to play chicken with the toughest kid in school....



“ I’ve been doing push-ups for two whole weeks….I’m pretty sure I’d open a big-ol-can of the extra beefy style whoop-ass on you, Big Dub…” She says.



Yep… I officially want to strangle THAT one…



TBC….

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[ExtraFlameyWT]

Hahaha, that was great chica! Glad to see you back!



3 Willows and 3 Taras... wow!



Great updates..



-Aimee

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"Pope John Paul today confirmed his opposition to gay marriages, said they're unnatural. Gay marriage is unnatural. Then he put on a pointy hat, his dress, and returned to never having sex at all." -Bill Maher

[Sassette]

wiccachica ... now THAT was a thing of beauty *G* This whole crack-addled story just tickles me in naughty places. Thank you so much for updating - absolutely loved it.



And happy birthday, belated or early, I don't know - but a happy one just the same. *G*



-Sass

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[wiccachica]

Thank you for the birthday wish!



B-day actually drops upon me this Buffy Tuesday May 14th...but I go home to reap presents on the closest weekend...usually...





*sigh*



Guess I'll just age right here....alone....by my self...all solo mio and stuff...



* another over-dramatic sigh*



(wink)

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[AutumnT]

Big Dub.



LOL.

Autumn

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Buffy: I could wrestle naked in grease for a living and still be cleaner than after a shift at the Doublemeat.

Willow: Plus, I'd visit you at work every single day. --- "Normal Again" shooting script

[Pixie gishmock]

Woo hoo!!!!! I love being Shifted!! As I was reading these latest updates, I had a little Pixieganger sitting on my shoulder going "Isn't it bizarre that this actually makes so much sense?!" So, thank you, thank you! and happy birthday!! *tosses over some panties with little happy birthday designs - balloons and presents - on them.*

Life is full of changes...The better you are at letting go of things, the freer your hands will be to catch something new. ~from Off The Map by Joan Ackerman
"It's good to be a chicken casserole," Tara murmured before passing out. ~from "Answering Darkness" by Sassette

[LeatherQueen]

Ok, this is just the funniest thing I've read in awhile...

Quote:

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"I’m pretty sure I’d open a big-ol-can of the extra beefy style whoop-ass on you, Big Dub…"

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God this was great. LOVE the updates. And the view of the world from the serious Tara? Heh...



And Happy Birthday to you, chica! I'll be over later to give you a full-body scritching as your birthday present, ok?

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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." - Glory


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[wiccachica]

*Chica checks off herbirthday wishes list...*



....PIxie panties with baloons and presents on the....(wipes brow) ....CHECK



...FULL BODY SCRITCHING....(drops pad off paper...scrambles to pick it up...scribbles out the funny looking exclamation point).....CHECKITY CHECK...



Nudging the troll to see if he has anything for my birthday...



I think he just gave me a two-fingered troll salute..which in his native country of Trolland means Happy Birthday...





-chica

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[LeatherQueen]

Well, it's good to know that at least he remembered your birthday.



Welcome back, me dearie.



Now, about that full-body scritching... should I start at the top or the bottom?

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[Owl]

Happy Early Birthday, Wiccachica!



Thank you, thank you, thank you!

That was almost exactly like getting a little present for someone else's birthday. That was so great! I love how we can get so many different points of view from this. And I'ts just all so great. (okay, redundant much?) Serious Tara.... It's so fun trying to figure out whose head you're in... and now, Buffy's there, and...

You know what, chica? You're a rockstar. High praise, that is. I hope that you are feeling all the way better, and wish you all the best with the new job stuff. Now I have to figure out what to get you for tuesday.... hmmmm.....

Edited by: Owl at: 5/11/02 3:49:49 pm

[wiccachica]

LeatherQueen... Start at the top....just.....because... (wink)



Owl....Rockstar???? (you should see me play the air guitar!) For that lovely post...I'm going to Shift this fic back into old-school mode with a little somethin-somethin from the vault...You see...when people start to wonder why this fic got all weird again...I can just blame YOU...(evil snicker)



Chapter 159: And the Dish Ran Away with the Spoon…or Something Like That…



“ Well a deal’s a deal…you made us our very own Taras…and we said we’d get out of your hair…right?” Pru says to me…lifting a satchel from beside one of the crypts and slinging it over her shoulder. “ Pip…get your laptop and your clothes…it’s time to go.”



Pippa manages to pry herself away from the seemingly more important job of necking with the new Tara in her possession.



Buffy stands up from resting on her shocked laurels to wave her hands in the air.



“ Whoa…ho…ho…ho…here… There is going to be LEAVING? Leaving of the clones….?” She asks me…



“ I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t call me that.” Pru says to Buffy curtly. “ I have a name….”



“ Prunella? Is that it?” Buffy asks. I think she is purposely mispronouncing the name. I watch Prudence bristle.



“ Prudence. Are you…TRYING to piss me off? Is that it? Because if you want a fight….” She lifts the amulet into Buffy’s line of vision…it glints in the candlelight as it swings on the chain.



I pat my pocket where I had discreetly place the amulet earlier….gone…



“ I think about eight or nine more of me could take you…don’t you?” Pru says defiantly.



“ Wow…I’m pretty large with the bu…” Willow starts proudly.



“ Will…” I warn. A fraction of her self has just taken control of a potentially dangerous situation, and all she can do is gloat???



At least she pretends to look chastised.



Pippa, on the other hand looks slightly more fearful than giggly right now. She is staring at Pru.



“ We talked about this, Pru…That is…NOT a good idea….”



“ Listen to you…I must be rubbing off…you sound so…responsible…” Pru says with a smirk.



“ I sound SANE, Pru…I told you what would happen if you tried to use that amulet to make more of us…”



“ W-what happens…?” Danger asks from his spot in the dimmest part of the crypt.



“ Chaos.” Pippa says…her very serious expression strikes fear in even me at this point.



“ Let them go, Buffy…” I say. But Buffy doesn’t budge. She eyes Pru…and then the amulet.



“ You think you can move fast enough to grab this before I can THINK, Slayer?” She asks.



“ Pru…DON’T…” Pippa says pointedly.



“ We just want to leave here…live our own lives…” Pru says…her eyes not leaving Buffy’s.



“ That’s just it…you won’t be living YOUR own lives…you’ll be living Willow’s…and Tara’s…”



And here it comes…the moment I have dreaded…the moment when I realize that my decision to just MAKE two more of me comes into question…



“ Because I’m getting a little bit of a BAD GIRL vibe from you, Pruney…and let’s just say you get board somewhere down the line…and decide to…oh…say…knock off a bank or gas station…or something… WORSE…who gets blamed? Whose fingerprints you sporting?” Buffy asks.



“ Can I just say for the record that I do not plan to knock over banks or do BAD things…” The Tara closest to Pru says adamantly.



Glad to know that neither of the Me’s have a tendency to sway to the villainous…..



“ Excuse me??? But I’m really going to have a hard time cleaning Chaos out of my new throw rug…so if you don’t mind letting the nice ladies take their Taras and go…” Danger offers.



“ I don’t know…it’s been a while since I’ve witnessed some really good Chaos…I think it’ll be fun…” Spike says, folding his arms over his chest.



“ By Chaos I’m talking about the end of the world as we know it…total annihilation… complete and utter torturous pain and agony for anyone in the vicinity of that amulet…”



“ Oh…double plus good.” Spike says, settling in for the show.



“ Give me the amulet, Pru.” I say calmly as possible…trying to diffuse the situation. “ This whole thing has gotten WAY out of hand…”



Pru looks at me…



“ It hasn’t even begun to get out of hand….” She says.



Buffy takes this moment of distraction to grab the amulet from Pru.



Prudence snaps her fingers around the amulet, encircling Buffy’s fingers.



Buffy and Pru are cast away from each other with enough force to strike opposite walls of the crypt….and there is a sudden, sharp burst of searing white light…



I blink…trying to get my sight back fully…spots of light float before my closed eyes.



When I open them…I am on the floor of the crypt….the cool stone chilling one cheek…



From this vantage point I can see it…an arms-length away….laying on the floor….



The Amulet.



It’s fiery amber center has cracked… a shard of residued light slivers across the crack as I watch…



I hear Willow moan from somewhere in the room.



I roll over onto my back…trying to pinpoint where she is... and I end up staring up into a little something I like to call complete and utter Chaos….





TBC…

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[LeatherQueen]

Yep. You're definitely a rockstar. You star with the rocking. And occasionally the rolling.



This was great, and I love that Pip and her Tara were totally making out while all of this was going on.



And the top, eh? Heh... No problem. Although, this may take awhile, you know...

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[tkheaven]

WooHoo we got our wiccie chiccie back!! Great updates....multiples W/T goodness!!

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Tara Dead? ME HQ is on high quality crack. Then again, perhaps they weren’t, which is sad…truly sad.
Maybe they should be.

[Sassette]

*hops off of wiccachica's lap* Y'all just let me know when the, errr, scritching is done, okay? *G*



Great update, wiccachica *G*



-Sass

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[wiccachica]

LeatherQueen...I was hoping you were going to tell me it would take a good long time....err..the scritching I mean....



thheaven....Just wait till you see what's in store for our girls...this next update may throw y'all for a loop...but bear witht he troll...he'd never steer you wrong....he says he has something really weird in store...and I'm prone to believe him when he rants....



Sass...you know...you don't have to...uh...get up if you don't want....You're welcome to stay right here on the ol lap...



Would that be too much for you...or should I go get my 35mm camera...your choice... (wink)



Enough thoughts of the unruly nature...and on with the show...This one is a troll special if there ever was one... I personally think he's making fun of me....



Chapter 160: Whatever Happened to Alice??? Cuz I Don’t Think She Lives Here Any More….



They say every story must come full circle.



This one seems to be threaded out in a long and tedious line.



They also say that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line…



Anyone who has had a glimpse into our lives of late will know that to be complete malarkey.



So I’m sitting here trying to figure out where this all went wrong.



Was it when I accepted that ride from Spike? Was that it?



Was it when I walked into the Magic Box instead of spinning around and demanding that he get back on that bike of his and take me home?



Or was it waaaay before then…



I can’t even think back that far…to that OTHER Tara…that other life before this one…so I’ll just blame Spike.



It seems I’ve done my share of waking up. The first time it was in another body…this time…it is in another….well…another…. situation…



“This is all your fault.” I say to Spike…who is still lying unconscious on the floor. Head turned to one side…leg twitching as he chases little dream bunnies in his sleep.



Not that he’d hear me anyway.



I crouch beside the still-sleeping form of Willow. I reach out to brush a lock of her fiery red hair out of her face…and I pause before touching her….



Oh yes…the last time you tried that one you almost needed to check into a mental ward…because you can’t seem to touch her…can you….???



“ This is all HER fault, Tare.” Buffy says to me. Still trying her best to keep herself together after she had woken up about a half an hour ago into a classic episode of the Twilight Zone... Where WE are in some other plane of existence…unable to touch…or be heard by the rest of the world…



Pru sits on the floor of the crypt…next to the untouchable sleeping form of Her Own Tara…the sweet one…with the doey-eyes…



She wipes defiantly at a tear rolling down her cheek and glares at Buffy…



“ You want to put blame somewhere…what about YOU…with the grabby hands??? Weren’t you taught not to grab in like…kindergarten or something?”



“ Fighting isn’t going to fix this.” I say…actually having NO idea what WAS going to fix this…



“ No…but kicking Punbelly’s ASS here will make me feel a hell of a lot better…” Buffy says.



I bury my head in my hands for a moment…trying to gather some semblance of non-panic.



I can’t fix this….



I can’t even grab the amulet…



It’s not on our SIDE….



“ Can we please be a little productive?” I beg softly, rubbing at my temples.



“ Like how?” Buffy asks…



“ Like figuring out how we got here…and then figuring out how to FIX it…” I suggest wearily.



“ She’s a Slayer…If she can’t kick its ass…then she’s basically useless. “ Pru says bitterly.



“ Well lucky for me YOU are on THIS side of the looking glass, Alice…cuz I’m going to rip you a new one...” Buffy says.



So far…they have been all talk…back and forth…like an old …particularly mean-mouthed married couple…and I’m sort of wishing they were on whatever side I’m NOT on…



I look at the others lying willy-nilly around the crypt floor…



“ Why aren’t they awake yet…it’s been over an hour…?” I say.



And then…as if on some cosmic sitcom…a cue is taken….



“ What is going on…you guys have been gone for over two HOURS???” Xander says…coming into the crypt with Anya and Dawn hot on his heels…trying to get out of the rain…



Xander looks around the crypt. His gaze fall on me, and his face lights up….



“ You’re okay! You’re not hurt! You’re really okay!” He says, hugging me close.



“ You…you can see me???” I sputter…not only from shock, but from the rain water coming off him in rivers.



“ Of course I can see you. You’re right here…all in one piece…” Anya says. “ Not that I was expecting you to be in…other pieces…I like you the way you are…full of pieces…piece-full…I’ll shut up now…”



“ Where is everyone…I thought they would have found you by now….” Dawn says…and I turn to look at her…but not before….



“ I thought I told you to stay at the house!” Buffy turns her frustration from Pru to Dawn.



Dawn ignore her sister’s tirade and peels off her slicker.



“ Don’t you ignore me, Dawn!” Buffy says…reaching out and taking her little sister’s upper arm…



Or at least tries to…



Her hand whips right through Dawn’s arms, and Buffy staggers…



“ What the…!!!???”



“ Oh my…God………Dawnie…?” I say gingerly.



“ Hmm?” Dawn says casually…coming over to hug me as though that was what I was about to ask her to do…



“ Can you….can you SEE your sister???” I ask.



She pulls back from me and wrinkles her brow, a puzzled smile on her face.



“ Have I seen her?”



“ CAN you see her…?” I reiterate.



“ N-no? Has she gone all invisible again??” She says, panic edging its way into her voice.



“ Can you see ANYONE besides me in here?” I ask…appalled by the thought crossing my mind…. that maybe…just maybe…



I’m the only one here that is in the REAL world …out of everyone …



“ Oh my God…she can’t see me?” Buffy says numbly.



I now do something I failed to do when I had come to… I try to touch Buffy.



My hand meets only air….it goes right through her… She stares down at my hand passing through her middle….then back up at me.



“ Holy Crap.” Buffy says flatly.



“ I…I can see ALL of you…” I say.



“ Okayyyyy…you are going to have to explain this to me…because right now…I am sooooo about the confusion.” Xander says.



“ We have to wait….” I say.



“ We have to wait until everyone is awake….” I…sit down heavily on the floor….making sure not to sit through one of the sleeping Others all around me. “ I don’t want to have to explain this twice…”



TBC…

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

Edited by: wiccachica  at: 5/11/02 7:27:05 pm

[ExtraFlameyWT]

Quote:

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“ Okayyyyy…you are going to have to explain this to me…because right now…I am sooooo about the confusion.” Xander says.

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I am definitely agreeing with Xander...



Great update! Can't wait for more!



-Aimee

*****
"Pope John Paul today confirmed his opposition to gay marriages, said they're unnatural. Gay marriage is unnatural. Then he put on a pointy hat, his dress, and returned to never having sex at all." -Bill Maher

[wiccachica]

Can I add that I KNOW I must be feeling better...because I am completely DISTRACTED by tkheaven's avatar...



I'm sitting here watching it like a cat watching a dangling ball of string...



Gah jah jah huh...?



Writing fic....for...wha....?



(looks around...)



Where the hooey am I???

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[LeatherQueen]

Another bizarre yet brilliant update, chica!! *sigh* It's like a wiccachica windfall today. All kinds of ficcy goodness. And I see the troll is up to his crazy plot twists again with this update.



Sass, you don't have to get up. I can just... um... scritch around you.



And chica, I ALWAYS take a good long time. Scritching, that is.

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[Sassette]

*settles back into wiccachica's lap*



*wiggles a little to get comfortable*



Okay ... Great Update! Now, keep going.



-Sass

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[wiccachica]

Happy Mother's Day to All whom it applies!!!!



And Happy Mother's Day to All whom it does not!



Smiles and laughter, and mom calling now.....



fic later...



stay tuned.



I have a Sass on my lap, and a full-body scritching...and tkheaven's avatar dancing around up there....what more could a girl ask for I tell you???



-chica

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[Grimaldi]

loved the last updates. weird, confusing, naked conga lines its all good

Better to be hated for who you are than loved for who you're not

If there are any questions, you may direct them to that brick wall over there.

Teas'n, pleas'n, roll over baby, hang up the phone