Title: SFTCRF Wishing (Scenes from the Cutting Room Floor)
 
Author: Anne Rose
 
Email: anne3rose@yahoo.com
 
URL: http://annerose.cjb.net/btvs_stories/scenes_wishing.html
http://www.fanfiction.net/~annerose
 
Rating: PG
 
Spoilers: Late Season 6
 
Summary: Ficlet, S/B, X/A, Buffy and Anya are talking about the boys.
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Archive: Please link to my site. I edit and update fic and I'd like
people to see the most current version. Thanks. 
 
Author's Note: I was going somewhere with this fic, and then I wasn't.
This is part of my drive to move fic from my unfinished folder to
finished. © December 8, 2003
 
Disclaimer: Joss and Mutant Enemy, etc... own BtVS. No infringement
intended. Any resemblance to people living, dead, or undead, or to real
life events is all in your mind, is downright scary, and means you
seriously need to get a life.
 
~*~*~*~
 
"I wish I could do it all over again, and fix my mistakes," Buffy
sighed.
 
Anya looked up from the cash register and scowled at Buffy. "Do you
have any idea how vague that was? If I decided to grant that wish, it
could be anything. Anything at all." She finished counting the stack of
bills in her hand and shoved them into their slot in the drawer. "And
besides, I thought all of you had taken a vow never to use that word."
 
Buffy looked around the empty store and back to Anya. "All of you? Did
somebody else get turned in visible and nobody bothered to tell me?" 
 
"You *know* who I mean." She rolled her eyes. "Xander and all your
other friends. Every one but me," she muttered as she dusted the
already immaculate counter top.
 
Buffy sighed and rolled her eyes at Anya. "We've been over this before.
You're still my friend and Xander is still my friend."
 
Anya's eyes dropped at that last comment. She gave Buffy a shy look.
"I'm still your friend? After everything?"
 
"Of course, Anya. You're one of the gang." Buffy reached across and
squeezed her hand.
 
Anya smiled broadly.
 
After the warm moment passed, Buffy returned to the previous topic.
"And...so...you'd mess up the wish no matter what I said?"
 
"Pretty much. Nothing personal." She shrugged. "It's practically a
requirement." Anya said.
 
Buffy thought for a moment, "What if I wished for something you wanted
to? And then you'd have to grant it the way I wanted, right?"
 
Anya thought for a moment. "You might be on to something with that.
What would you wish for?"
 
Buffy leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes with her arms over
her head. "I wish I could change what happened with me and Spike. You
know, go back and change it. Make sure Spike got what was coming to
him. And Xander, I would wish the same thing for him."
 
"The same thing?" Anya asked. "I don't understand you."
 
Buffy sat up and opened her eyes. She looked at Anya. "Weren't you
listening? I said I wished I could do things over so those men got what
they deserved." Buffy slumped back against her chair, frustration
written across her face.
 
Anya smiled at her, giving her 100% of her attention. Her face
transformed into the veiny mask of a vengeance demon. "Wish granted."
 
As the words left her mouth there was a sharp "eeeeep!" from air around
the chair Buffy had been sitting in.
 
Anya grinned smugly. "I think Xander deserves me."
 
~*~*~
 
Buffy saw the Magic Box disappear and her stomach lurched as if she was
on a runaway elevator. She scrunched her eyes closed, and when she
opened them, she saw her bedroom wall.
 
...
 
The End, at least for me....