FIC: Dopplegangland, Revisited (1/?)

["Shannon" <lusty_wrong_feelings@xxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Author: Shannon
Rating: PG-13. If you can watch the show, you can read this.
Disclaimer: Joss is a lucky, lucky man.
Summary: Basically, I'm re-writing Dopplegangland as if Willow and 
Buffy were already together. Complete with cut scene! *lol*

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Anyanka looked upon her ex-boss incredulously as he talked down to 
her. "Do not ask again," he stated. She had been sure she would get 
his help in recovering her powers. "But... But I--" 

"Your powers were a gift of the lower beings. You have proved 
unworthy of them," D'Hoffryn interrupted her. "I was robbed of them," 
Anya argued, to no avail. "By your carelessness," the blue demon 
retorted back to her. Anya sighed. It was time for drama.

"For a thousand years I wielded the powers of The Wish. I brought 
ruin to the heads of unfaithful men. I brought forth destruction and 
chaos for the pleasure of the lower beings. I was feared and 
worshipped across the mortal globe." She saw this was having no 
impact upon the kindly demon, and continued in a somewhat more 
careless tone. "And now I'm stuck at Sunnydale High! Mortal. Child. 
And I'm flunking math." D'Hoffryn couldn't find it in himself to 
care. She had brought this upon herself. "This is no concern of 
ours. You will live out your mortal life and die."

"Give me another chance! You can fold the fabric of time, send me 
back to that place and I'll change it! I won't fail again." She set 
her jaw; someone was going to help her. D'Hoffryn still refused, and 
Anya resorted to whining. "Do you have any idea how boring twelfth 
graders are?" She watched for a reation, any reaction, and when she 
saw none, Anya stood. "I'm getting my power center back. And if you 
won't help me, then by the pestilent gods, I will find someone who 
will!"

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It was a bright, sunny day, and Willow Rosenberg was lying in the 
high school's grassed area with her girlfriend. She was beginning to 
get a hold of her Wiccan powers and, today, was trying to float a 
pencil. She glared at it menacingly, and it sat on the 
ground. "Problems, baby?" The sweet voice behind her shattered her 
concentration, but she turned and grinned. "It's okay, Buffy. I'm 
just trying to float the pencil, and it's not co-operating." Buffy 
smiled and nodded, then went back to her sit-ups. Willow took a 
breath, and turned back around to her pencil. She focused all of her 
energy into the thought of it floating, and slowly but surely, it 
arose into the sky and began to spin; a couple of inches from the 
ground, and Willow grinned. Behind her, she knew Buffy was about to 
say something, so she focused her energy on her concentration. Sure 
enough, Buffy spoke. "The Watcher's Council shrink is heavy into 
tests. He's got tests for everything. T.A.T's, Rorschach, associative 
logic." She pasued to sit up completely and take a breath. "He even 
has that test to see if you're crazy that asks you if you ever hear 
voices or you ever wanted to be florist."

Willow brighten, and turned to face Buffy, the pencil still 
whirring. "Ooh, I used to want... wait, florist means crazy, right? I 
never wanted to be that." She turned back to her pencil, and Buffy 
watched her, smiling, as she began to do some stretches. "That's 
neat." She nodded towards Willow's pencil. She broke into a grin, 
happy to get such a compliment from her girl. "Thanks! It's all about 
emotional control. Plus, obviously magic." She turned to look at 
Buffy. "Heyy, you wanna go to the Espresso Pump and get sugared up on 
machas?" Buffy smiled, but she really couldn't. "I'm gonna pass. Hit 
the pool and do some laps." Willow grinned. "You know, I could always 
come with you.." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Buffy 
laughed, and decided to play with her. "You mean you'd skip Ancient 
History... for me?" Willow sat up, and looked at Buffy, a twinkle in 
her eye. "Anything, for you." Buffy grinned, pleased at the huge 
sacrifice on Willow's terms. "But... I really do need to go to 
History," Willow looked at Buffy guiltily, as Buffy wriggled closer 
to Willow's position on the grass. "It's okay, I know you and 
schoolwork." She leaned over to her, and captured Willow's lips 
within her own, leaving her quite surprised.

"Mmm... what's with the sudden calisthenics? Aren't you sorta 
naturally buff, Buff?" She stopped, and giggled at her own 
words. "Buff buff!" Buffy smiled at her girlfriend's 
innocence. "Well, they've got us running around on the physical side, 
too. A lot of reflex evaluation and precision training, you know? I 
just... well, I wanna do--" Willow knew what was coming here, and she 
wasn't too happy. "Better than Faith," she cut in, while Buffy hung 
her head. "So very shallow." Willow plastered a smile on her face, 
and went for the textbook definition. "Competition is natural and 
healthy. Plus, you'll definately ace her on the psych tests. Just 
don't mark the box that says 'I sometimes like to kill people'." She 
tried to lighten the mood, but Buffy was having none of it.

"I know Faith's not gonna be on the cover of 'Sanity Fair', but... 
she's had it rough. Different curcumstances, that could be me." 
Willow shook her head vehmently. "No way. Some people just don't have 
that in them." Buffy looked up, and saw the anger in Willow's eyes, 
and immediately felt guilty. "Look, I'm sorry. I know you hate 
talking about Faith."

"No, it's okay."

"No really, we should just..." Buffy looks at the pencil, which is 
beginning to spin a bit faster.

"No. I-it doesn't bother me. I mean it." The pencil was beginning to 
spin faster and faster, and Buffy inched way from it. "Uh, Will?" She 
pointed to the pencil. "Oh." The pencil spun wildly out of control. 
and flung itself deep into the nearest tree. Buffy looked at the 
pencil, then back to Willow. "Emotional control?"

"I'm workin' on it."

TBC..............