I'm tired, it's late, i haven't slept...feel free to hit me over the head with my own shovel...it might knock some sense into me or at least make me sleep...
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by Ginner » Mon Jun 25, 2001 8:30 pm
I'm tired, it's late, i haven't slept...feel free to hit me over the head with my own shovel...it might knock some sense into me or at least make me sleep...
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by Zahir » Tue Jun 26, 2001 8:23 am
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"O let my name be in the Book of Love.
If it be there, I care not of
That other book Above...
Strike it out! Or write it in anew.
But let it be in the Book of Love!"
--Omar Kyam
by Wonko » Tue Jun 26, 2001 5:16 pm
This is finally the end (and my God, I finally realized why I don't write long fics too often - this is really hard!) I have an html version at http://pages.zoom.co.uk/wonko/thewish.html It's all pretty with italics and a title image I made one day when I was bored (note: not very good.) Also, I don't want to discourage you but while I was writing this ending I was also experiencing the worst lighting storm I can remember so...I think God was trying to say something Anyway - here it is. Thank-you to everyone who has responded to this fic - you guys are all the best. Joint best TITLE: The Wish (Parts 11-12 of 12)
AUTHOR: Wonko
EMAIL: wonkots42@ntlworld.com
WEBSITE: http://pages.zoom.co.uk/kfantastico
DATE: 26/06/01
ARCHIVE: Anyone who wants it can have it, no need to ask.
SPOILERS: Set during the summer between seasons 4 and 5. Would be
helpful if you'd seen Season 3's 'The Wish.'
RATING: PG-13, I think. For naughty language.
FANDOM/PAIRING: BtVS: Tara/Anya, Willow/Tara.
DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Fox/Mutant Enemy/and is it UPN now? I am
merely borrowing. Lawyers, be like Anya. Remain calm. You'll get a
big karmic reward any second now. Also, this probably sucks. I accept
no liability for any melted brain cells or painful eyeballs which may
result from reading this fic.
NOTES: *indicates italics or thought* [indicates flashbacks, which
would also be in italics, but, you know]
SUMMARY: AU fic where Anya never came to Sunnydale during season
three's 'The Wish.' Hence she was never made human, VampWillow never
existed and 'Dopplegangland' never happened. Since I'm of the belief
that Willow having advance warning that she might be 'kinda gay' helped
prepare the ground for Tara, and since that didn't happen in this
timeline, this also means that Willow chose Oz at the end of 'New Moon
Rising'.
Part Ten
*Well...I guess those dinner plans are shot to hell.*
Tara was walking back to the motel. Slowly. Waiting until she was out
of Willow's sight before she broke down was possibly the hardest thing
she'd ever done. But as soon as she rounded the corner she had crumpled
against the wall and cried for what felt like an age. By the end she
was actually laughing because she just *knew* that Willow was doing the
exact same thing, about a hundred feet away. In her heightened
emotional state that struck her as very funny.
#############
The carpet in Tara's motel room was of very low quality. Nevertheless,
Anya was quite impressed that she had managed to wear the tread down
quite far with her pacing. Now she was sitting on the bed, hugging her
knees. She'd calmed down some, enough to start thinking somewhat
logically. She had eleven hundred and twenty years of life experience
to draw on - there should be no problem she couldn't master. The
problem was she had never felt this way before. In fact, if she
believed D'Hoffryn she wasn't really feeling anything now. But how
could she trust a demon? Well...technically she was a demon herself.
But then, she was different now wasn't she? So that meant she was
feeling all this, right?
*Aargh...so much for logical thought. Okay, Anya. Calm down.*
Emotions were clearly not her strong suit. She had to concentrate on
what she knew. Emotions were tricky, they could be misinterpreted,
altered by memory or circumstance. Physical feelings were something she
could count on. She knew that they came from her and her alone.
The thought of Tara getting hurt made her physically sick.
*If Willow is made a demon, Tara will get hurt. D'Hoffryn will make
Willow a demon to replace me. If I go back to him...he won't need a
replacement. So...I get Tara to make a wish and then grant it. Problem
solved.*
One slight drawback to this plan quickly became apparent, however.
The thought of leaving Tara and going back to life as a demon also made
her physically sick.
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A small pebble rolled along the pavement and came to a stop at the
bottom of a flight of stairs. Tara decided not to kick it again,
instead electing to make her way up the stairs towards her motel room.
She hoped Anya wouldn't mind her being late. It had taken her at least
thirty minutes longer than usual to make the journey from the
coffee-shop. God...Anya was probably worried sick. The first night
they'd met she had saved Tara from a vampire, so Anya knew all too well
the kinds of things which could make a Sunnydale resident late. Tara
quickened her pace.
Anya wasn't there.
Now Tara was the one who was worried. Anya had never been late - ever.
Tara flopped down on the bed. She would wait for a few minutes in case
she showed up. After that...well, she would cross that bridge when she
came to it.
Tara sighed. Tonight had really, really turned out badly. Willow still
knew how to get under her skin. She'd never met anyone who could make
her feel so thoroughly awful and wonderful at the same time. Oh she'd
met plenty of people who could make her feel just plain awful - she'd
grown up with a few of them, in fact. Willow was different.
*Well, that's love for you. Correction - that's unrequited love for
you. Except it's not exactly unrequited is it?*
Tara sighed. She remembered what it had been like immediately after
Willow had gone back to Oz. There had been pain - lots of that. There
had been anger and sadness. But above all there had been endless hours
of wishing that things were different.
Tara jumped as she felt a hand come down on her her shoulder.
"Hey, hey, calm down," Anya said.
"Anya! You scared me to death!"
"Can I help it if you're acting like a space cadet? I said your name
like three times. You were pretty out of it."
"Oh...okay then - in that case I'm sorry."
Anya smiled.
"Where were you?" Anya asked softly. "I waited for you but I got
worried when you were so late and I went out to look for you."
"Oh - I'm sorry about that," Tara said immediately, pulling Anya down to
sit next to her. "I ran into Willow and-"
"Willow?" Anya interrupted. "You've seen Willow? What happened?" She
began an almost frantic examination of any patches of bare skin she
could see.
Tara grinned, misinterpreting the cause of Anya's concern. "Why? You
jealous?"
"Don't be ridiculous." Anya dismissed that notion with a wave of her
hand. "I'm just worried about you."
"Well, there's no need. It was just talk."
Tara realized her mistake immediately. Giving her mind an excuse to
relive that conversation was an idiotic thing to do. Within seconds she
was crying. And she thought she was all cried out for the evening.
"Ssh, baby, it's okay," Anya whispered, taking the sobbing girl into her
arms. "It's going to be okay."
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*Okay...I guess my mind has been made up. Leaving this girl is simply
not an option.*
Tara sighed softly and snuggled closer to Anya.
*Oh God...on second thought, no. There's no way I can even run the risk
of maybe letting this girl get hurt. I have to go back.*
Anya placed a small kiss on Tara's temple. The blonde looked up at her
and smiled.
*Okay. Leaving is absolutely not an option.*
"Do you want to talk about it? I mean, what happened with Willow?"
Tara tightened her hold on Anya for a second and shrugged.
"Nothing happened. We just talked."
"Oh yeah, nothing happened. So you haven't been sitting here crying
over it for the past five minutes."
Tara sighed.
"Okay. There may have been some angst. She's just so sad. Like I was
before you." Anya smiled softly. "I just...I wish she was happy," Tara
added, almost as an afterthought.
Anya froze.
["If it helps at all, I think she'd have been happier with you."]
*Oh God.*
One little sentence from Tara and suddenly it wasn't about Anya or how
she was feeling. It had nothing to do with her anymore. It was all
Tara. And Anya knew what she had to do.
Gently, Anya stroked a hand down Tara's cheek, tilting the other girl's
face up to meet her in a kiss. And when that was over there was only
one thing left to say.
"Done."
Epilogue
"No candles? Well, I brought one. It's extra flamey."
Tara stared at Willow, shifted her eyes to the candle, then back to
Willow before motioning for her to come in. She took the candle,
feeling it's heat seep into her cold fingers, concentrating on staring
at the flickering light.
"Tara, I have to tell you-"
"No, I understand. You have to be with the person you l-love."
Tara couldn't bring herself to look up from the candle but if she had
she would have seen Willow's face light up in a smile.
"I am."
#############
Outside Tara's dorm room two figures waited in the shadows. One looked
human enough, a pretty brunette in her early twenties. The other was
clearly a demon. The horns were a dead give-away.
"Why have you come here Anyanka?" D'Hoffryn asked his favourite, now
reinstated, vengeance demon.
"Oh, you know me - workaholic. Just checking up on my handiwork."
D'Hoffryn nodded slowly.
"I thought you might be here to hurt her. That's how it works,
correct? You said it yourself. A demon hurts those who it loved most
as a human."
Anya seemed to consider the notion.
"Nah," she said finally. "I just want to get out of this damn town. I
smell a nice score out in The Phillipines."
D'Hoffryn nodded again. "I am pleased with you Anyanka. You always
were my favourite."
Anya turned her head towards her boss sharply.
"You never had any intention of recruiting Willow, did you?"
D'Hoffryn didn't even bat an eyelid. "Anyanka. Do you truly believe I
would trick you?"
Anya didn't dignify that with a response. Instead she turned back to
face Tara's door, just in time to see the light from the candle
disappear.
Anya closed her eyes tightly for a second and exhaled.
"Okay," she said, turning to D'Hoffryn. "I'm good to go."
The End
Thank-you again to everyone who has been reading
Love, etc.
Wonko
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[This message has been edited by Wonko (edited June 26, 2001).]
by Ginner » Tue Jun 26, 2001 5:35 pm
Amazing!! I laughed i cried...amazing!!
You kept your promise!!
Great fic!!
by Rane » Tue Jun 26, 2001 5:35 pm
by Zahir » Tue Jun 26, 2001 6:09 pm
Good for you, Wonko! Good for you!
Sooooooo...when's your next fic?
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"O let my name be in the Book of Love.
If it be there, I care not of
That other book Above...
Strike it out! Or write it in anew.
But let it be in the Book of Love!"
--Omar Kyam
by Wonko » Tue Jun 26, 2001 6:29 pm
Rane - Thank-you - but to be fair most of the last part is Marti Noxon's [g] I am a slave to the beauty of the extra-flamey candle.
Zahir - Thank-you (Wait...predictable ending...that merits a thank-you?) Well, yes it does - I'm choosing to interprit it as you saying the ending was true to the characters [g] That's my story and I'm sticking to it :-)
Seriously though, I can't believe you're the only one to see it coming either. That's what I meant when I said I wasn't sure the ending would live up to the angst. I'm just happy I finished it. As for my next fic I can only say HA! You don't want to know how long this damn thing took, how many different plots were tried out and rejected (and THIS is the best of the lot ) I may write something short. Short is my forte [g]
Thanks for replying guys
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by Zahir » Tue Jun 26, 2001 6:42 pm
Anyway, I was touched. That's the real measure of a story's worth--how it affects the reader.
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"O let my name be in the Book of Love.
If it be there, I care not of
That other book Above...
Strike it out! Or write it in anew.
But let it be in the Book of Love!"
--Omar Kyam
by Wonko » Tue Jun 26, 2001 6:50 pm
quote:
Originally posted by Zahir:
Wonko, you told us there was gonna be a happy ending! Then you gave Tara a wish!
LOL, yeah good point I'm glad you, and others, have enjoyed this.
I in turn have been touched by the positive response from the people on this board. The Kitten is the best place on the internet. And Kittens are the best people.
I'm sorry...I have to go change into my Kitty shirt.... Kitten Pride!!!!
Love and all that,
Wonko
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by tommo » Wed Jun 27, 2001 4:00 am
Oh you delivered, you bloody well delivered! Loved it. LOVED it. Thank you so much.
And things are back just the way they should be...
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"Tara had never felt as good about herself in her life. Willow gave her that gift. And another gift. Tara couldn't quite bring herself to call it love. Not yet. But there was time." ~ Unseen: The Burning
by xita » Wed Jun 27, 2001 11:01 am
by Catwoman » Wed Jun 27, 2001 7:09 pm
. Great work, Wonko.by Kieli » Wed Jun 27, 2001 7:23 pm
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"Sometimes, we just can't make it on our own. We all need someone to love us, to help remind us that there's good in the world, to keep us from going crazy."
Willow from Dacia's The Dreamer Awakes
by Puff » Thu Jun 28, 2001 3:16 am
by christa monsta » Fri Jun 29, 2001 11:13 am
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"I am a whiz!"
"She is a whiz!"
"If ever a whiz there was..."
by Wonko » Fri Jun 29, 2001 3:12 pm
Thanks again everyone!
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