Sky – Glad you liked and thought funny.
Wimpy – Yeah, you’ve got to get the joke in Tara’s tone for sure.
Sizzlersister – Wow, so seems like thumbs on the Faith/Tara friendship. I’m glad it’s going over well. Oh, she’s teaching English.
Insanity – Ha ha. Yeah, she’s defintely more relaxed.
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Soooo, next question: What about Taras and Faiths past together? Will we hear more?
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sammi – Thanks
Arwen – Cool. Let’s just say there will be some miscommunications and wrong assumptions between here and then. That’s kind of the fun of this fic.
lipkandy – First off, I’m so thrilled (someone earlier said “chuffed?”) that you’re posting on my story. If any one hasn’t read lipkandy’s three Tempest Fugit stories, go do that now! I’d say TF7 is probably my favorite piece of fan fic.
But back to me…
You’re right but here it’s not just the effect of Faith on Tara but of Tara on Faith too. I think this is a very different Faith than we’ve seen before. My basic belief about Faith is that she missed some connections and that those would have made all the difference in the world for her. In Paths, I tried to show that having Dawn for a sister gave her something/someone to love and a place to channel her passion and anger. You’ll never see a fic from me in which she’s an outright villian.
I’m laughing over your thoughts re: prior relationship. Really, which of the two of them would avoid the other? Ha ha. So as you say, I think they both learn from the other.
Thanks for commenting.
Romy – Thanks. I think she’s quite cool.
veiled isis moon – Cool.
molly – Yep, teacher and student teacher. And Faith and Tara are very close as will be seen later too.
Mary – I’m not sure it’s a classic but it’s giving my fingers something to do while my programs run. That sentence didn’t end up where I thought it was going when it started out but I think you get the point.
I’m so thrilled that readers are liking the over-and-done Faith and Tara thing. Very cool. Thanks for the thoughts re: continuity. I’m trying to lay it out piece by piece and yet make each piece big enough to serve it’s purpose. The banter is particularly fun to write.
Yep, not good for Buffy’s kill count. Thanks for everything.
Grimaldi – Thanks.
Title – School Days
Part 8 – Parking
Author – JustSkipit - Debra
Rating – Part 8 – PG-13
Disclaimer – Guess what… I don’t own W&T, Buffy or the rest of the BtVS crew. Any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and fortunate.
Thoughts in italics“Dawn,” Willow shouted up the stairs, “we’re going to be late.”
The teenager appeared at the top of the stairs. “I’ll be ready in five minutes, Willow,” she pleaded.
Willow sighed as she walked back into the kitchen to refill her coffee mug. Buffy looked up from her newspaper and laughed. “She’s not ready yet huh? Big surprise.”
“Well,” Willow answered, sitting down to join her friend, “I told her that I have to get there early but she’s just got to do her hair.”
“Oh!” Buffy shouted jumping up from the table to grab her backpack. “I almost forgot,” she told Willow as she pulled a sheet of paper from her bag. “Can you go to the UC Sunnydale library for me after school or tonight and pick up a couple of books?”
Willow took the sheet and looked over the list. “Sure,” she answered, “are you working?”
“Yeah,” Buffy answered, “I have to work after school and then patrol.” She looked at her friend before asking, “Speaking of patrol, do you want to go with tonight or tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow night sounds great,” Willow agreed. She was really trying to put a lot of effort into being prepared for classes right now but a Friday night patrol wouldn’t interfere at all. “Xander mentioned something about there not being many baddies lately?” she prompted her friend.
Buffy shook her head. “Nope,” she agreed, “the kill count has been down and I don’t know why. Probably a week and a half now. I keep thinking there’s a vampire around the corner and then when I get there, poof, nothing.”
“Strange,” Willow agreed.
Just then Dawn walked in to the kitchen. “Can I drive?” she pleaded with the redhead.
Willow rolled her eyes at Buffy who rolled her eyes back. “You know I’m not the person to teach her,” the slayer reminded her friend.
“It wouldn’t be teaching me,” Dawn argued, “I already have my learner’s permit.” She made sad puppy-dog eyes at her sister’s best friend. “Please, Willow?”
Willow picked up her coffee and her books before smiling at the teenager. “Sure you can drive,” she said. “Bye, Buffy.” The slayer waved her hand and watched her sister and best friend go out the door. As she left she silently wondered if Dawn would have Buffy’s driving skills or lack thereof.
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Tara braked as she neared the high school and stepped off her bicycle. At first she had been worried about her image riding her bike to school but had quickly surmised that no one was paying any attention. Since she and Faith couldn’t afford anything more elaborate than bikes or walking, it was a good thing that no one minded her transportation choice.
As usual the student parking lot was starting to fill up and she glanced around at all the teenagers getting out of their expensive cars. Students were throwing footballs, visiting, making out, leaning against the vehicles or combinations of those activities. Others were getting out of their cars, meeting up with friends, and making their way into the school.
A black Jeep Wagoneer pulled into the parking lot and stopped before two girls got out. Tara noticed that the redhead who had given her directions, the one she had been thinking about and trying to tell herself she hadn’t been for three days, was getting out of the passenger side. The girl immediately walked around the vehicle and started talking to her friend.
At least she’s not leaning on a car making out with some guy, she thought. On the other hand, maybe that’s her girlfriend. She’s very pretty and they seem very close. She shook her head at herself. Tara Maclay! It’s none of your business if she has a girlfriend or a boyfriend or both. She’s a student so hands and eyes off! Feeling much better for the resolve and the good talking to, she locked up her bike and went into the school for another day.
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