Yaha! I am back from dee dead and ready to continue on a very unwise place to leave it - sorry! Thanks to all your feedback! Loving you all at the moment.===
Willow POV
"See? The stutter," Spike commented. Buffy, Faith, Giles and I all glared at himt o shut up and let Tara continue. "What?"
"Um, I think that W-Wills and I are under a memory spell...or-or all of you guys are - the rest of the world, n-not us," she said as the attention turned back to her.
"I think that both of them could be highly likely...more so on your first option," said Giles.
"No!" I cried, getting back into the conversation, stepping forward. "We are not under a spell!"
Spike and Xander exchanged a look and said in unison; "That's what they all say." Buffy and Giles rolled their eyes like they've heard it a million times before (which they probably have) and Faith smirked.
"There has to be a-another possibility," said tara, frowning. "I just don't know what could change the entire world or at least just two people."
Xander seemed to perk up at this suggestion. "Hey...hey!" he said, looking a bit more excited, ignoring the confused and skeptical looks he was recieving. "Familiar...dammit, brain, start thinkin'?"
Everyone gave a look to Spike like 'do something!' The vampire cautiously walked over to Xander, lightly placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder. "Xan...you orright?"
"I got it!" cried Xander, making Spike jerk his hand back, startled. "Alternatite worlds! Remember what Jonathon did, and Buff and Ahn explained?"
"Hey yeah! Shrimp!" I exclaimed.
"Grrr..." said Buffy, in response to 'shrimp'.
"That-that is a rather, er, believable suggestion," said Giles, nodding. "This could very well be an alternative reality."
"Woah, hang on a second," said Faith, stepping forward, her dagger forgotten on the table. "We're the alternative? What so...I'm an evil Slayer?"
"'Fraid so," I said, looking sympathetic.
"In jail," added Tara. "And-and you're not with Buffy."
"Screw that," said Faith, looking pissed. "I'm outta here." She grabbed her previously forgotten dagger and stalked out, slamming the door behind her.
"Faithy!" cried Buffy in a true classic "Harmony" style, running after her honey.
There it goes with the unneciserey 'y' at the end. What had happened to my friends?
"Question," said Xabder, putting up his hand. "Where are our Wills and Tara? Y'know, the "alternative" gals?"
Silence filled the room.
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Tara POV
I love being awake while my vixen sleeps. Gives me the oppertunity to run my hand down her milky, smooth, flawless skin on her back. Running my hand through her silky red hair, brushing my lips over her delicate ones.
"Willow, honey, wake up," I whispered into her ear. She stirred, her beautiful green eyes fluttering open. Don't look at me, I'm feeling poetic right now.
"Hey Tary," she said, her voice thick from sleep. She shifted under the black satin sheets, rolling over to look at me.
"We gotta go to school," I said softly, stroking my hand down her cheek. "We better slap on some clothes and get outta here, eh?"
"Why clothes?" asked my Willow, grinning mischeviously. I tapped her on the cheek teasingly.
"I don't think the teachers would like that very much," I said gently, kissing her neck. "C'mon, lets get ready."
Ten minutes later we walked out, dressed as we normally were - skin tight black leather and dark make up - courtesy of Faith. Y'know, like usual, shouting insults across the room as people yelled 'bitch' back to us.
"Willow, T-" called a voice taht stopped haltingly. We turned to see Buffy staring at us, wide-eyed and jaw dropped.
"Hey Buff," I said, walking over.
"How are you?" asked Willow, walking beside me.
"Me? How are YOU? What's with the Faith-fashion?" she asked, looking confused. I ignored her, I was studying what she was wearing. Bright yellow sweater, her hair down, and tight blue - yes, blue - jeans.
"Faith-fashion?" asked Wills, then looked knowing. "You still jealous 'bout Faith giving all this stuff to us? Don't worry, she's still your bitch."
Buffy made a strange squeaking sound at Willow's words.
"Hey, Buff, we gotta go, see you at Giles'," I said, linking arms with Willow and dragging her away. Something was pretty not right...all messed up or something. Oh well - the sun is shining, the sky is blue, right? Who gives a toss?
"Buffy looked different," commented Wills as we headed to the Wiccan group - it was fun to scare them.
"I noticed," I said offhandedly. "Guess she was going for a different look."
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Willow POV
We walked slowly to Giles', our magic senses going hay-wire. Something was definetly in the air. Tara didn't seem to care. I guess I was just worrying again. I quit that after Oz left - after he left, the whole world seemed to change.
So anyway, we walked in without knocking like usual, except what we saw wasn't usual. We stopped dead in our tracks, Tara crashing into me.
"What the hell?" I asked, frowning. Anya sat on Xander - a non-gothic Xander - on his lap to be more correct.
"What's wro..." said Xabder, trailing off as he looked me up and down. "Wills... oh my."
"Where's Spike?" I asked, turning to Buffy and...Riley?! "Riley!"
"Hi Willow," he said, looking slightly nervous at Tara's and my glare. "Am...am I not welcome?"
"Of course you are," said Buffy quickly, giving him a quick peck on the chick which startled me more. "Willow, Tara, what's wrong?"
"Where are Spike and Faith?" I snapped. "What is wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong Willow," said Giles, walking over. "I think you two need to explain more clearly."
"Well, why is Anya here?" asked Tara slowly, trying to calm the place down.
"Why wouldn't I be?" she asked, looking confused. I felt Tara's hand on my arm, shutting me up before I could snap again.
"You broke up with Xander, remember?" asked Tara, and the two at question exchanged strange glances. "What happened to Spike?"
"What 'bout me?" asked a voice from the kitchen. We turned to see Spike standing up from behind the counter - wearing his leather duster. This was getting weird.
"What were you doing down there?" I asked, tilting my head confusedly.
"Spilt some blood," he said, holding up a blood stained rag, and he paused, arching an eyebrow at what we were wearing. "My, my, the witches finally detected a fashion sense."
"We always dress like this," I said, and before Spike could reply, Tara cut in.
"Spike, did Anya come back and you and Xander break up?" she asked. Spike's appreciative smirk faded, and his jaw dropped. I glanced over at Xander who was wearing the same expression.
"Break up?" asked Buffy, speaking up. "Like...like they were in a relationship and it ended?" She turned to Spike. "You were with Xander!?"
"Hell no!" he yelped, dropping the cloth.
"Buff. why would I...I mean, me and him?!" asked Xander, looking shocked. Anya suddenly hit him in the arm. "Ow!"
"You were cheating on me with Spike?" she asked curtly.
"No!" yelled Spike and Xander, Xander standing up, as Anya got up.
"I would never cheat on you! let alone with...Spike," said Xander, looking disgusted. "I think I may have to throw up." He turned away, bending over, leaning on the couch. Spike had backed away, leaning not so casually against the sink, looking horrified at the very thought. Riley was trying to look the same, but instead he was hiding a smirk. Buffy was of no use, just giggling helplessly. Tara and I just stood there, shocked at the uproar we had caused.
"Girls," said Giles, in a calm voice. "Please explain yourselves."
TBC............
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Irony is ironic that way
[This message has been edited by Dramatic KittyKat (edited January 12, 2002).]
