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Title: What Could Have Been
Author: Jorun
Status: In Progress
Pairing: Giles/Jenny
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, if I did Jenny never would have been killed. They are owned by Joss Wheldon, etc. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is made, this is just a hobby.
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at fanfiction or at least the first I've let anyone else read. English isn’t my first language so please excuse possible spelling mistakes.
Summary: This story starts at the episode Passion from season 3 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. This is my version of how the series would have gone if Angelus hadn't killed Jenny. It starts after the scene where Giles invites Jenny to come to his house. But in my version Drusilla never found out what Jenny was planning. Some of the dialog and scenes in this chapter are from the actual episode and some are not.

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Chapter 1: Passion Revisited

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"Thanks for helping out with this Oz," Willow said with a small grateful smile.

"No problem Willow, I'm just glad to have a reason to spend more time with you," he replied with a big smile that grew even bigger when Willow blushed in response.

"Hmm... sorry to interrupt you guys, but we really need to hurry up. We have to perform the spell at my house before my mom comes home," Buffy quickly intervened. Sure, it was great that everything was going so well between them, but she was very anxious to get this spell done tonight.

"Oh... of course, sorry Buffy," Willow said quickly, sounding genuinely upset.

While Oz's, "Yeah, sorry," was totally ruined by the fact that he couldn't stop smiling.

"That's okay," Buffy said gently, realizing that her earlier rebuke had come out harsher then she meant to. "Let’s just get this over with. Oz you nail the crucifix to the wall, I'll burn the moss and the herbs. Willow can you read the spell?"

"Sure," she absently replied watching Oz has he's hanging up the cross. "I'm going to have a hard time explaining this to my dad."

"You really think it'll bother him?" Buffy asked.

"Ira Rosenberg's only daughter nailing crucifixes to her bedroom wall? I have to go over to Xander's house just to watch 'A Charlie Brown Christmas' every year."

"I see your point."

"All done," Oz announced.

"All right, let's do this," Buffy said determinedly.

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He stood patiently outside her house waiting and it wasn't long before he saw the car coming down the street and finally pulling up in the driveway. He stepped out of the shadows and stood in front of the car. He slowly approached the open car window and said in a slow voice, "Mrs. Summers, I need to talk to you."

Joyce steps out of the car holding a bag of groceries and is obviously struggling to keep her calm, "You're Angel."

"Did Buffy tell you about us?"

"She told me she wants you to leave her alone," she answers managing to keep her voice firm.

"I-I can't. I can't do that."

"You're scaring her."

Angelus can't help but ponder over her stupidity as she starts walking towards the house. As if she can get away. He calmly follows her. "You have to help me. I need, I need to be with her. Y-you can convince her. You have to convince her."

"Look," she says trying to appear to be in control but he can already see the fear in her eyes has he moves to stand in front of her. "I'm telling you to leave her alone.

"You have to talk to her for me, Joyce. Tell her I need her."

She quickly moves around him her voice stammering as she answers, "Please, look, I-I just want to get inside, okay?" He can't help but smile as she's desperately looking for her car keys dropping her bag in the process.

"You don't understand, Joyce. I'll die without Buffy. She'll die without me."

"Are you threatening her?" she exclaims her voice suddenly taking on an angry tone.

"Please... Why is she doing this to me?"

"I'm calling the police now."

As she's fumbling trying to find the right key he moves up to stand next to her. And just as she finds the key he goes in for the big final, "I haven't been able to sleep since the night we made love." He feels a huge triumph at the shocked look on her face, "I need her. I know you understand."

"Just leave us alone," she says clearly upset before she rushes into the house.

Angelus smiles as he goes to follow her inside but is thrown back by an invisible barrier. That's when he sees Buffy, Willow and Oz coming down the stairs and he hears Willow saying the words, "Hicce verbis consensus rescissus est."

He's so taken of guard that he doesn't even react when Buffy steps to the door and coldly says, "Sorry, Angel. Changed the locks," before she slams the door in his face.

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Jenny was sitting in her classroom in front of the computer working on the translation program. She's waiting impatiently to see if the translation has worked. She desperately wants this to work. No, she needs this to work. Even if Rupert seemed willing to forgive her for not telling him the truth she needs to make things right. And she wasn't going to let this come between them. She just wasn't.

"Come on, come on..." All of a sudden she sees a translation scroll up next to the original text.

"That's it!" she exclaims not able to contain her enthusiasm. "It's going to work! This... will work."

She quickly saves the translation on a yellow disk and prints out a copy. After erasing the translation from the hard drive she hurries to her car. She has to show this to Rupert as soon as possible.

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Angelus was furious. That little bitch, did she really think that just performing a ritual to keep him out of her house was going to stop him. Well she would find out different soon enough. He had planned on taunting her for a bit longer before the real torture started. But clearly it was time to take action. The Slayer and her little friends was about to find out exactly what he was cable of.

Another car pulling to a stop outside the house interrupts his thoughts. He instantly recognizes the Watcher as he steps out of the car and goes to the front door. He watches from afar trying to no avail to hear what they are talking about. After only a few minutes the Watcher comes back out and gets back in his car. He's debating with himself whatever he should follow him or not. He had planned to wait a while before killing him, it was better if he started out with someone less obvious and the Watcher knows how to defend himself. He was no match for him of course but... all of a sudden the door opening again catches his attention. He watches in fascination as Willow and Oz exits. They walk over to a van parked in the street. Oz opens the passenger door for Willow before he gets in the driver seat and drives away. Suddenly feeling inspired he follows them. This was going to be fun.

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Oz pulled to a stop outside Willows house. After a long uncomfortable silence Willow finally says, "Well... good night then."

"I'll walk you to the door," Oz exclaims a little too loudly as he hurries out of the van to open the door for her.

"Oh... no you don't have to that."

"But I want to."

"Okay," she replies shyly and they start walking up to the door. Neither of them notices the tall figure watching from afar.

They stand awkwardly by the door for a minute looking at each other in silence. "So... good night," Willow says again.

"Good night," Oz answers but neither of them moves. After another minute of silence Willow turns to go inside when he suddenly blurts out, "Iwanttogooutwithyouagain" Willow quickly turns to look at him with wide eyes.

"How about tomorrow?" he quickly goes on.

"Sure!" she answers a little too enthusiastic. "I mean ah... sure," she says trying to seem nonchalant and falling miserably.

"Great," he doesn't even bother to try and hide the huge grin starting to spread over is face knowing it would be useless. "Good night then." He starts to back away then changes his mind and walks towards her. He slowly leans in and softly kisses her.

Willow can only stare after him with wide eyes as he starts making his way back to his van a feeling of complete happiness washing over her. A feeling that quickly disappear when she sees Angelus stepping out of the shadows.

"Oz!" she shouts after him but before she has any time to react Angel strides forwards and grabs Oz from behind. And in one swift movement he twists his head and snaps his neck. Willow can only stare in horror as he turns towards her with an evil grin on his face gloating before he turns and disappear back in to the shadows. For a moment it seems as if time is standing still. Then she feels herself begin to shake, in a second she is crying uncontrollably, "Nooooo!"

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Author's Notes: I remember reading somewhere that originally Oz was supposed to die instead of Jenny. Sorry to all you Oz fans out there but I wanted to write a fanfic where Jenny survived and this got me inspired.


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il_mio_capitano
Dec. 4th, 2012 06:16 pm (UTC)
;0 I love the ruthlessness with which you just kill off Oz! Look forward to seeing what happens next.
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Dec. 9th, 2012 10:08 am (UTC)
Giles through Sunday, December 9
User il_mio_capitano referenced to your post from Giles through Sunday, December 9 saying: [...] - Giles/Xander FRAO + : What Could Have Been Ch1 [...]
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Dec. 11th, 2012 04:38 am (UTC)
Saturday, December 8 - Monday, December 10
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