Forever
by HDGenscher
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TITLE: Forever (Revised)
AUTHOR: HD_Genscher
RATING: PG
PAIRING: B/W
SPOILERS: 4th season
DISCLAIMER: All characters and places belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, et al.
Sarah Michelle Gellar and Alyson Hannigan are owned by themselves.
ARCHIVE: Do whatever you feel right.
FEEDBACK: Please.
DEDICATED TO: Janine (your "And It All Became So Clear" series was the first B/W I read, and I got addicted to it immediately...)
SUMMARY: Sarah Michelle Gellar and Alyson Hannigan are magically translocated to Sunnydale. After that experience, the world will never be the same again. Third story in the 'Forever' series.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The idea is not mine. This is a Buffy/Willow implementation of Rocky's Star Trek: Voyager story "Stranger Than Fiction" (which itself was inspired by "Visit To A Weird Planet Revisited") and it contains two short quotations from that story (because I wouldn't have been able to express things better).
This fic also answers Dave's challenge from January 29th, 2000 on buffyloveswillow (message #907).
I have to thank Dan for the insight he gave me on "Choices".
And finally: This is the revised and corrected version of the fic, beta-ed by Kris.
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Buffy Anne Summers, the Vampire Slayer, lay patiently on her bed in their dorm room. She had a book in her hand. Beside her, sitting on the floor inside a pentagram was Willow Rosenberg. They, like the others present, were giving their complete undivided attention to the all-powerful individual who controlled their lives--namely the director.
"So, Sarah, you will just lie here and read your book, okay?" he said while pointing to the bed. Sarah nodded.
He turned to Alyson. "Meanwhile, you will pour some sand on the missing parts of the pentagram, completing it, while reciting your spell. For the final few lines, you'll stop with the sand and close your eyes. We'll do a close-up shot of that later, but for now..."
"Okay," Alyson replied.
"Fine," the director continued his instructions. "Then the spoon will start to move." There was a half-full glass of water inside the magical circle on the floor, and a silver spoon next to it. "It will be pulled up, move over the glass and--on my mark--you lose focus, open your eyes, and the spoon will drop into the glass, okay?"
"Yep."
He started to walk towards the camera. "So I want everyone in his or her position, please!" he said raising his voice. While everybody resumed their positions, he sat down on his chair.
"Lights?" he asked.
"Okay!" someone answered.
"Camera?" he continued.
"Running!"
That was the response he wanted to hear, so he said:
"...and action!"
And that was where it all started.
Sarah read in her book. She seemed so immersed, as if she had been doing it for hours. Alyson poured some of the white sand on the pentagram and started to do her spell.
"Alishnah petruq shabbah..."
When she came to her last lines, she closed her eyes and instinctively opened her hands towards the center of the circle, as if directing Willow's energy to the spoon inside.
At the director's signal, the special effects people started to pull on the almost invisible nylon string that would be removed from the film later. The spoon slowly rose from the floor, then moved over the glass.
"Okay, now lose focus!" the director ordered.
Alyson frowned and open her eyes. The spoon fell.
In the same instant, she began to have a strange sensation in her stomach. Sarah felt it too. They felt dizzy; the world was dissolving around them, and then...
The room. Sarah was no longer on a sound stage, or on a set, but instead was floating about three feet in the air. Time seemed to stretch somehow, so she was able to take a look at her surroundings. Overhead was a cloudy afternoon sky. Floating next to her was her colleague, looking at her with the same amount of surprise and fear that had to be on her own face. The moment she realized that below her was a pond, gravity claimed its inevitable right. "Uh-oh!" she managed to get out. Then she and Alyson fell into the pond.
With the rest of her dignity, she slowly managed to climb out of it, dripping wet and covered with water plants. Giving Alyson a side look and seeing her in the same condition, Sarah could not resist giggling. Alyson gave her a smile.
She had absolutely no idea what had just happened, nor where they were, but it seemed that this was part of the botanical garden on UC Sunnydale's campus. So they were in Sunnydale.
In *real* Sunnydale. 'But that's impossible!' she thought.
But there was no way to deny that they were somewhere outdoors and had fallen directly into a pond instead of being on a sound stage.
"Everything's alright with you?" she heard Alyson ask. "Yes, except that I'm wet like a drowned rat. And you?"
"I'm fine." Alyson pointed to a building in the distance that definitely looked like Stevenson Hall. "Do you think what I think about where we are?" she asked.
Sarah picked a sticky water plant out of Alyson's hair.
"It can't be Sunnydale. How would that be possible? I mean, it's a fictional place, remember?"
"It sure looks like the campus of UC Sunnydale. And don't ask me how, I have no idea!" Alyson replied.
"Maybe someone in this Buffyverse did the same spell and something has gone wrong..." Sarah suggested. "Anyway, we are not going to find out if we stay here all afternoon, so I would propose to go to our dorm room. We can also change clothes there to get out of this wet stuff."
"Assuming Buffy and Willow in this 'Buffyverse', as you called it, are the same size that we are."
"Let's hope so," Sarah said and started to walk towards the building.
While they were walking over a meadow to get on a bike path leading to the dorm halls, Alyson still couldn't believe what happened. It was the biggest dream of every Buffy fan to just once be in Sunnydale. Only that she was not a fan, but part of the dream factory that made the Buffy TV show possible.
That was when she heard Marc Blucas' voice say: "Hi, Buffy!" Only that it wasn't Blucas. It was Riley. He almost bumped into them, while suddenly jogging around a couple of thick bushes. He had been running fast, his face covered with sweat. "Hi...Willow..." he added, his voice fading off. He had discovered that they were significantly too wet for a beautiful spring day in Sunnydale. Sarah was the first to recover from the shock. "Erm, hi...Riley! How are you?" she said, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. In the show Buffy and Riley were in love. But there was something else in his eyes now. He gave another glance at Alyson and it seemed that the expression in his face was...jealousy.
"Fine. I gotta go," he answered shortly and off he ran, mumbling something that almost sounded like "wet T-Shirt contest". Alyson and Sarah exchanged a look.
They both had a strange feeling now, a distinct feeling that some things were different here. "It seems that Riley and I are not...lovers," Sarah spoke out loud what they both were thinking.
That made Alyson frown. "I wonder what me and...Tara...are to each other... I mean..." she babbled.
"Hey, you're actress Aly, not babbling Willow, remember?" Sarah remarked. "And don't be afraid. We will find our way back, okay?"
Alyson had to smile. That almost sounded like Buffy saying something encouraging to Willow to cheer her up when they were in trouble.
"But...we have to remember that we can get into trouble," Sarah continued. "Maybe we will not know some things that happened differently here... And there's a big issue I don't even want to think about..." She broke off.
Aly knew what she was talking about. "You are not the Slayer. And if this is really Sunnydale..." she started.
"...there will be a lot of vampires and demons to slay!" Sarah finished her sentence.
***
Finally they made it to the dorm and, after having asked a "fellow student" about their room, and receiving more than just one questioning look about their mental health, they stood in front of what was supposed to be their home in this universe.
Sarah hesitated for a moment. They had no idea what would await them on the other side of that door.
Then Alyson took heart and opened the door. Quickly they entered "their" room and Alyson closed the door behind them. Rumors were surely spreading fast in the dorm. Having to ask for their room was one thing, but standing right in front of it, afraid to enter, was something that would add more to the concerns about their sanity.
They stood in awe. This was exactly like the room on the set. The books on the shelves, their beds, Willow's laptop computer on the desk... All was in perfect order, as they would have expected it to be on their set. But this wasn't the set. This was...real.
After all they had seen so far, this was not unexpected, but yet...strange.
"Look at this!" Alyson pointed to the pentagram on the floor. A spoon inside a glass half-filled with water was standing in its center. They exchanged a look. Maybe that was the clue they had been looking for.
Neither of them believed in magic. Oh, there were strange things in the universe, but magic... Naw.
But there had to be an explanation for what happened to them, and maybe this was part of it.
This was 'Buffyverse', after all.
While Sarah still seemed to be lost in the room, looking around in every corner as if to make sure it was both real and really an exact copy of theirs, Alyson finally decided to change her wet clothes and went over to "her" closet.
She would have to pick some of Willow's clothes--not without having some scruples about that, however. She didn't belong here and these clothes didn't belong to her. Especially not...those clothes! Beyond what she would call normal Willow stuff, like some tops and skirts, she had discovered some exquisite underwear in that closet. Very sexy underwear, in fact. She wondered what hot lover Willow was wearing those for...
She picked a red top and some black jeans and went over to their bathroom. "I'll be back in a minute," she added.
Sarah just nodded. Alyson disappeared through the door. She reappeared a moment later, throwing a towel to her colleague. "Maybe you wanna towel yourself..." she said and closed the door behind her. "Thanks," Sarah mumbled.
At that very moment the *other* door flung open and Willow entered the room. Sarah turned around in panic, and she had no chance whatsoever to escape what was to come now.
Willow rushed over to her, almost jumping at her, giving her a big hug and then...kissing her. Right away. On the mouth, without any warning. Sarah was both surprised and shocked, but reacted instinctively, giving in to the kiss. At least she had some experience in kissing girls from her MTV-awarded movie kiss with Selma Blair in "Cruel Intentions". And there had been another... that thought had no chance to finish manifesting itself because Sarah's mind was fully occupied with processing the emotions produced by what seemed to be every nerve fiber in her body.
This one was almost as good...no, at least as good as...somehow even better than...most definitely better than her last girls kiss. This thought was circling around in her head while time seemed to stretch around her and the kiss seemed to last forever.
Sarah couldn't believe what she was doing. Not only that she was kissing Willow (she was quite sure that this was the *real* Willow), no, she also was comparing the kisses!
And so was Willow. She had felt some tension in her lover. But she was so relieved that everything was all right with Buffy that she happily overlooked that.
"Thank Goddess, nothing happened to you, Buff!" Willow exclaimed when she finally broke the kiss to give in to her body's need for some air.
"You know, I was sitting here..." the redhead pointed to the magical circle on the floor, "...and did my spell."
The blonde actress looked confused.
"The translocation spell I told you about?" Willow offered. "The one where I translocate a spoon into a water-filled glass..."
Sarah nodded. That was strange. How could she do the same spell, in different universes, and achieve such an effect? That was only possible if very powerful forces were at work, and if she admitted to herself that things like witchcraft really existed.
"I suddenly had to think of us last night, and..." Willow was blushing. "One moment you were reading on the bed, and then... you were just gone."
"I found myself floating three feet above the pond in the botanical garden on campus..." Sarah explained.
"That would explain why your clothes are wet as if you were having a shower without having the time to take them off, like last week..." The gaze Willow gave her while saying this made Sarah feel uncomfortable. There was both slight amusement and lust in that gaze. But that was not really unexpected. Her wet top surely outlined the curvature of her body well. And because Buffy and Willow were lovers in this Buffyverse... somehow she felt she would have to explain that she wasn't Buffy.
"...and I was falling very ungracefully a second later," she finished.
"Oh, you poor..." Willow tried to hug and kiss her again, her motherly instincts taking over. This time, however, Sarah refused. She grabbed Willow by her shoulders and gently but firmly pushed her away. She was not Buffy, after all.
Willow immediately realized that something was wrong here. Her Buffy would not do that.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice dangerously low.
"Look..." Sarah tried to take it slow.
"Just answer my question: Who. Are. You." Willow asked again, this time with an even more hostile tone.
"I'm sorry, Will. I didn't want to pretend I am Buffy," she quickly answered. "I am not Buffy. At least not the Buffy you know and love," she added.
Willow folded her arms before her chest, assuming a defensive position in view of the confession she had just heard.
"And instead, you are..." Willow said, the hostility in her voice fading a bit.
"Sarah Michelle Gellar."
"And why do you look just like Buffy, talk like Buffy and even kiss like Buffy?"
"I'm an actress. The television show that I'm starring in is called 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer'. So in my world, I am Buffy." Sarah explained.
Willow couldn't believe what she just heard. The expression on her face clearly showed that and Sarah couldn't blame her. If she wouldn't know that this was nothing but the truth, she would not believe it, either. Hell, if someone would have told her a day before that there was a town called Sunnydale with a Vampire Slayer called Buffy somewhere--even if it was in another universe--she would most likely have laughed out loud at such nonsense.
Joss would freak out if he ever learned of this. Not mentioning the fact that she and Willow--Buffy and Willow, she corrected herself--were in love with each other here.
She remembered the night after the shooting of "Choices." They had done the scene over and over. When had that been? Right, in the third season--somewhere near the end, she thought. Willow had been accepted by almost every college in the States. Instead, she wanted to stay with her--with Buffy. "It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in," Alyson had said, with that cute look on her face. It had almost been a longing gaze. At least now it seemed that way. "I kind of love you," Buffy had to answer. And she had done so, again and again, with all the emotion she--being absolutely Buffy at that moment--felt for her wiccan friend.
But the director of that particular episode, James Contner, had never been content with that. Finally they had settled with one shot that was acceptable but not really good, as Jim had told them.
At that night they had been sitting in Aly's trailer with the teleplay to talk about a difficult shot they would do tomorrow. Instead, they had talked about a possibility, a thought that had occurred to both of them while they were doing that same scene over and over.
Could Buffy and Willow be together? There had been vague hints in past episodes here and there. Could they be lovers? And could they--Sarah and Alyson--as the actresses portraying the characters, play lesbians?
"There's only one way to find out..." Alyson had remarked, provoking a disbelieving look on Sarah's face. "Lights! Camera! Action!" Alyson had said with her trademarked Joss imitation voice that she was so good at. And they had done it. Kissed, that was. After that, Sarah had excused herself wishing her colleague a good night and sweet dreams. She could still hear Aly imitating Joss: "Where do you think you are going? We are far from being done with that shot! And more lip tension this time, please! Sarah? Sarah!"
She still had to smile at these memories.
When she saw the final episode much later--she usually didn't have the time to watch every episode, but this had been a rare exception--she was surprised. The whole scene was in it. Joss had taken the version where her statement was followed by a little snort Aly had given in response. She didn't just ignore her best friend's acknowledgment and went into talking about being a "bad-ass wicca," as the script told her to do. Instead, she showed how touched and embarrassed she was at Buffy's emotional revelation.
"Hey, Earth to Buffy!" Willow's voice brought her back to reality. "I mean... Sarah!" Willow corrected herself.
"Sorry!" The actress still smiled, focusing on the redhead in front of her again. Saying something like that was so Willow.
"Instead of translocating the spoon, you translocated me when you were distracted by the thought of us... me," she continued her report.
"There's a problem, however," Willow heard a very familiar voice. "I got translocated--or whatever you call it--too!" Alyson stepped into the room, having toweled herself and changed into dry clothes next door. Willow stared at her. "Oh my God!" Willow was startled because seeing her mirror self strongly reminded her of the last time some doppelganger appeared in Sunnydale. Instinctively she lunged at Buffy's weapons trunk.
But Aly was getting the creeps, too. It was strange enough to be in this parallel universe or whatever, and maybe it would be possible for them to live here and pretend they were Buffy and Willow, but seeing herself... Willow, she corrected herself, standing right in front of her now with that wooden stake in her hand...
"It's okay! She's from my world as well." Sarah said quickly while putting a hand on Willow's outstretched arm. Willow lowered the stake. "She's fine, really." Sarah continued, not fully convinced that this had gotten through to the witch.
"Yes, I'm... no... threat," Alyson added, the trembling in her voice reflecting how scared she was at her counterpart's sudden outburst of energy.
"Sorry, but I had an encounter with a doppelganger of mine recently, and that can't really be called pleasant," Willow explained while putting the stake away. Sarah and Alyson nodded. "Don't tell me you had that on your TV show as well," Willow said. They nodded again. She shook her head. "Hey, I can't believe it. And Giles won't believe it, either. But he's the only one who can find out what happened and how to undo it."
***
*Knock! Knock!*
Rupert Giles opened the door grumbling slightly to himself, since that annoying doorknocker had prevented him from having the cup of tea he thought he deserved for hours.
Then he stared. He closed his eyes and opened them again, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.
"Hi Giles," Willow said.
"Hello," echoed the other Willow, standing right next to her.
"Two Willows? How did..." he managed to get out after a while.
"That's a long story," she interrupted him. "And in case you're wondering: I'm the *real* Willow. Yesterday morning you asked me to return that--if I may quote you here--unique and ancient edition of 'Sappho's Spells' to you. Here it is." she continued while handing the heavy Greek book over to the watcher. "No one else could possibly know about that," she added.
"That's right," he admitted.
"She's not even Willow. Her name is Alyson, and she's an actress in a television show called 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer,'" Willow continued.
"Alyson?" asked Giles, only slightly confused.
"Yes, I'm Alyson Hannigan, and this is Sarah Michelle Gellar," the red-haired actress responded, pointing to Sarah who was right behind them.
"So this is not Buffy?" he asked Willow, just to be sure. Willow shook her head.
"Well, whoever you are and whatever the reason of you being here is," he said with a glance at Willow, "...it's a pleasure to meet you." No matter how bad the situation, Giles always remained a gentleman.
'He really looks like Anthony Head,' Sarah thought. Alyson smiled at the Englishman.
"Come in. And then tell me *exactly* what happened," he said, stepping back from the door, opening it for them.
Willow, Sarah and Alyson jointly told him their story.
Giles had asked a few specific questions about the spell, and then fell silent for a while.
This gave Alyson and Sarah the opportunity to admire the former librarian's home. The characteristic element that made it typically Giles was, of course, the books. There were books on shelves, books on desks, books on the floor. Since Sunnydale High was burnt down after the failed Ascension, and with it the library, the Scoobies' headquarter had been here.
"It has to be the moon," Giles said suddenly.
"Oh, right! I summoned Thespia for the spell and... she's often associated with the moon in ancient texts!" Willow agreed.
"With the full moon, to be precise," Giles continued, "And if you would be so kind as to hand over that astronomical calendar over there..." He pointed to one of the many bookshelves. Sarah did as she was told.
"Just like I thought, tonight we'll have full moon. That enhanced your power, so it had this...", he tried to find the right term, "...inter-dimensional effect."
"We will need to look through the books. There has to be a reference somewhere on how to revert a translocation spell," Willow added, changing into research mode.
Some time later--night had fallen in the meantime--Giles took off his glasses, cleaned them with his handkerchief carefully, put them back on and continued to read in one of the books he and Willow had been looking through in the past hour.
"How and when did Buffy and you... get together?" Alyson asked suddenly. She had been pacing around for the last hour, obviously nervous.
"Alyson!" Sarah just couldn't believe what her friend had just asked.
"One day, Buffy found a note fixed to a tree. It invited her to a paper chase across the whole town. Meanwhile, I had found a note as well, guiding me to the lake outside town... And finally I found Buffy there, waiting for me," Willow told them while searching through some old and obviously very fragile books. "Buffy... I never thought she looked at me the same way I looked at her... as the one I loved and not just as my best friend." She smiled at the memories. "We dated, we kissed..." Another thought crossed her mind and she hesitated.
"And the strangest thing is, we never found out who was responsible for that paper chase..."
At that moment Giles found what they had been looking for.
"Reverte!" Giles said, thus interrupting the redhead.
"You found it!" Willow rushed over to the watcher, looking over his shoulder at a book that seemed to be even older than the ones she had been holding. "That simple?" she asked. "Just some herbs and one Latin word, and Buffy will come back?"
"Not to mention that we're going back home!" Alyson added, joining her mirror self at her position behind the former librarian's chair, wanting to have a look at that ancient book as well that held the recipe to send them back. She could not even identify one of the strange letters or symbols, however.
"They will have to be at the very place where they were thrown into this reality, but beyond that... I don't see any difficulties," Giles pointed out. "You will just have to retrieve those herbs."
"Okay, I'll be right back." Willow said, opening the door.
"Wait, Willow, I'm going with you," Sarah said, hurrying to catch up with the witch. While they headed for the backyard of the house, Willow wondered why Sarah had joined her. She assumed that the reason was because she wanted to talk. Okay, they would talk. But Sarah had to make the first move. She would wait. Willow knelt down and started to cut some of the magic-enhancing herbs Giles was raising in his small garden for special occasions like this.
"You see, on our show, Buffy and Willow are not romantically involved," Sarah finally continued. "Oh, every now and then they have some ambiguous scene which could be interpreted several ways," she said, putting the herbs into a bag they had brought, "...and there's a rather vocal segment of fans who would kill to see them together. But the production company keeps insisting that nothing is going to happen."
"Maybe you should talk to your producer," Willow suggested. "And always remember: In a universe of possibilities, everything can happen..."
"You are right."
Sarah and her colleague had both seen what was possible in this Buffyverse, and they agreed in that it was right, that it was a valid possibility. So maybe they would have to have a little talk with Joss when they were back.
"That will have to suffice," Willow told the actress, pointing to the bag that was now full of herbs. "And I think it's about time to get you and Aly back to your world and Buffy back to me."
They went back into the watcher's house.
"...think about it," Alyson just finished as they entered. Giles was still sitting in his chair, the book in front of him, but his face was flushed now. "I will, um, do so, thank you..." he stammered, his voice showing how embarassed he was at whatever he and Alyson had talked about.
'Seems they had a little talk as well,' Sarah thought and gave her colleague a questioning look. 'Olivia,' Alyson mouthed. Sarah grinned and as she looked over to Willow, she saw that the redhead was doing the same. Obviously she was good at reading lips as well.
"So, um, did you get... everything?" Giles continued, finally finding his composure again.
"Yes," Sarah and Willow answered in unison.
"I'd suggest you start to campus right away. There's a good chance that, um, vampiric activity isn't at its height this early," he finished.
"Right. Time to say goodbye, girls," Willow added.
So Sarah and Aly said farewell to the watcher and the three women left for UC Sunnydale's botanical garden.
***
A short while and a dusted vampire later--thanks to a Slayer look-alike for distraction (why do those vamps always have to *talk* first before killing you, anyway?), a bottle of holy water donated to Alyson by Giles, and finally the formal introduction to Willow's stake--they arrived at their destination.
"Okay. Here we are," Willow said, pointing to the pond. "This is where 'the Eagle has landed,' isn't it?" They nodded. "Then this is were you have to go."
"But first... Give me your hands," she commanded. Willow took one hand of both Sarah and Alyson into hers. "Don't be afraid! This will work, okay?" she assured, seeing the uncertainty on their faces.
Suddenly, a strange yet wonderful and mischievous thought crossed her mind. "Amiculae aeternae," she whispered.
"Did you say something?" Alyson asked.
"No! I... was just... thinking loudly. That's... when your... mouth is... moving although you don't want it to..." Willow babbled, her face blushing.
She let go of the hands while stepping back. The two waded into the pond until the water was up to their hips.
"Bye, and thank you for a remarkable experience," Sarah said, smiling. Alyson just waved goodbye to her.
"Good luck..." Willow said. "Okay, here we go!"
"Thespia, reverte!" she recited while throwing a handful of herbs into the pond.
A flash of bright light suddenly surrounded the two actresses, as if the very fabric of the universe had opened for a second to let in the rays of light of another place, another time.
Then they were gone.
And then Buffy was falling into the pond exactly were they had been a mere moment ago.
And then Willow started to smile.
Buffy's clothes were all wet. The look on her face was one of pure confusion. And she looked sexy as hell. Willow couldn't stand it any longer. "My love!" she exclaimed, throwing herself into her lover's arms.
"Hey," Buffy managed to get out a long kiss later, "I thought I was gone for a few hours only!"
"To me it seemed to be forever," was the redhead's answer.
Buffy hugged her lover once again, and hand in hand, they walked to Stevenson Hall.
EPILOGUE
"And this year's Emmy Award for Best Dramatic Television Show goes to... Buffy the Vampire Slayer!"
The picture on the TV screen switched to Sarah Michelle Gellar, which showed her smiling brightly. As she was getting up out of her chair, it switched again to show Alyson Hannigan, getting up too.
"The award will be received by the show's starring actresses Sarah Michelle Gellar and Alyson Hannigan on behalf of producer and creator Joss Whedon who can't be with us tonight," added the commentator.
After having made it from their seats to the aisle in the middle, they went hand in hand to the stage and up to the microphone. Sarah received the heavy statuette out of the laudator's hands, held it up while saying "Thank you!". She then handed it over to her colleague who placed it on the lectern. "Thank you!" Alyson said as well.
They both turned to the close-up camera and without a word of consent necessary, Sarah took Alyson's hand into hers. "Just to give you an impression of what is possible for two lovers whose love is stronger than every production company or social acceptance...," she said. "Buffy/Willow 'shippers, this is for you!" added Alyson, knowing what was to come. Sarah turned to Alyson and then, gently holding her neck with one hand while brushing some red strands out of her face with the other, kissed her on the mouth. Alyson deepened the kiss by exploring Sarah's mouth with her tongue. It was a sweet, tender, wet, everlasting kiss.
That was when the director recovered from his paralysis and decided that he had done enough to get fired. Soon the phones would start to ring and ring and ring...
While the TV screen switched to the next ad break, the two actresses were still kissing, unaware of having turned the world upside down--forever.
END