Amber Benson
Currently Pending
I've always been curious with this one, and I wanted to know all of your opinions.
My ideal alternate Season 7, would be an ending that Joss himself wanted originally.
This is not MY idea, just something I'd like to pass along...
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"Hey Will," Buffy said from the open doorway, "party's downstairs!"
Willow furrowed her brow, sneaking a glance at the Slayer before returning to the idle twirling of her keepsake. "Don't feel like it," the redhead mumbled.
"So you're just going to sulk, huh?" Buffy asked. "Doesn't devouring tasty discs of way too many calories and watching videos until your eyes fall out sound better?"
"Not particularly hungry, either," Willow added grumpily. "And don't get me started on movies. I'm so burnt out on Hollywood. To them, the only good lesbian is an evil or dead one. It's an awful cliche!"
Disturbed by the darkness of her comment, Buffy came over and sat on the bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her best friend. "We worry about you, Will," she said softly. "We all do."
"I'll be okay," Willow moaned, shirking off the gesture. She didn't like the idea of her friends pitying her, not after all the evil she had done. It amazed her that they were still her friends at all. "Not to change the subject, but did you ever make a wish?"
D'hoffren, Anya's boss and head vengeance demon, had granted the Slayer one reality-changing wish in payment for stopping the First from destroying their unholy order. Somewhat like helping a rapist in order to stop a serial killer, Buffy disliked the situation, but at least the greater threat had been eliminated. Buffy had tortured herself for nearly a week, trying to decide what she would wish for. Would she bring her mom back? What about Angel? Would she make him fully human so they could finally be together. There were so many possibilities. Then it hit her. The answer was obvious.
"Sure did!" the bouncy blonde announced, popping up from the bed and whipping around in front of Willow. "Aren't they just the bomb?" she asked, pointing at her new, shiny red shoes. "I wanted them and now I have them! They're perfect!"
Willow stood and faced the Slayer, her back to the door. She stared at the footwear and then glumly into her friend's eyes. "You wished for shoes?" she asked incredulously.
Buffy stretched out her arms and held her friend by the shoulders. "Of course not," she replied with a frown. "Don't be an idiot! I'm not that clueless!"
"Sorry," Willow apologized. "So what did you"¦?"
"Happy Birthday, Will!" Buffy announced, then sidestepped her friend and proceeded toward the door.
Willow whipped around, her large eyes rolling in their sockets, thinking her best friend was, indeed, that clueless. "Buffy," she complained with a sigh, "you know it's not my"¦"
Then she saw the impossible. The deep blue eyes, the soft blonde hair, the frail line of chin, all so picture perfect, as if sealed in amber. But she wasn't in amber. She was moving and breathing. The distinct scent of hazelwood drifted into the room. "Hey, you," Tara said, greeting her lover with her trademark lopsided grin.
"T-Tara?"
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That was a story written by tarasback on the Extra Flamey Tara/Willow Fanfic site... It WAS based on Joss Whedon's idea of bringing Tara back, where Kennedy never would have existed.
So what do you all think? Any other alternate ending ideas or rumors out there?
My ideal alternate Season 7, would be an ending that Joss himself wanted originally.
This is not MY idea, just something I'd like to pass along...
________________________________________________________________
"Hey Will," Buffy said from the open doorway, "party's downstairs!"
Willow furrowed her brow, sneaking a glance at the Slayer before returning to the idle twirling of her keepsake. "Don't feel like it," the redhead mumbled.
"So you're just going to sulk, huh?" Buffy asked. "Doesn't devouring tasty discs of way too many calories and watching videos until your eyes fall out sound better?"
"Not particularly hungry, either," Willow added grumpily. "And don't get me started on movies. I'm so burnt out on Hollywood. To them, the only good lesbian is an evil or dead one. It's an awful cliche!"
Disturbed by the darkness of her comment, Buffy came over and sat on the bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her best friend. "We worry about you, Will," she said softly. "We all do."
"I'll be okay," Willow moaned, shirking off the gesture. She didn't like the idea of her friends pitying her, not after all the evil she had done. It amazed her that they were still her friends at all. "Not to change the subject, but did you ever make a wish?"
D'hoffren, Anya's boss and head vengeance demon, had granted the Slayer one reality-changing wish in payment for stopping the First from destroying their unholy order. Somewhat like helping a rapist in order to stop a serial killer, Buffy disliked the situation, but at least the greater threat had been eliminated. Buffy had tortured herself for nearly a week, trying to decide what she would wish for. Would she bring her mom back? What about Angel? Would she make him fully human so they could finally be together. There were so many possibilities. Then it hit her. The answer was obvious.
"Sure did!" the bouncy blonde announced, popping up from the bed and whipping around in front of Willow. "Aren't they just the bomb?" she asked, pointing at her new, shiny red shoes. "I wanted them and now I have them! They're perfect!"
Willow stood and faced the Slayer, her back to the door. She stared at the footwear and then glumly into her friend's eyes. "You wished for shoes?" she asked incredulously.
Buffy stretched out her arms and held her friend by the shoulders. "Of course not," she replied with a frown. "Don't be an idiot! I'm not that clueless!"
"Sorry," Willow apologized. "So what did you"¦?"
"Happy Birthday, Will!" Buffy announced, then sidestepped her friend and proceeded toward the door.
Willow whipped around, her large eyes rolling in their sockets, thinking her best friend was, indeed, that clueless. "Buffy," she complained with a sigh, "you know it's not my"¦"
Then she saw the impossible. The deep blue eyes, the soft blonde hair, the frail line of chin, all so picture perfect, as if sealed in amber. But she wasn't in amber. She was moving and breathing. The distinct scent of hazelwood drifted into the room. "Hey, you," Tara said, greeting her lover with her trademark lopsided grin.
"T-Tara?"
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That was a story written by tarasback on the Extra Flamey Tara/Willow Fanfic site... It WAS based on Joss Whedon's idea of bringing Tara back, where Kennedy never would have existed.
So what do you all think? Any other alternate ending ideas or rumors out there?
