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Summary: What would happen if Buffy wasn't really a Summers? She returns to her old life in West Hollywood. What would people say if they knew her best friend wasn't a willowy redhead, but a sexy brunette? Buffy-the L Word

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Television > L-Word, TheozladyFR1821,1521143,80222 Mar 0519 Dec 05No

Discussions and Meetings

Hmmm, is it worth reading? Questionable, but read and review and we shall see.

The Planet was bustling with activity, but the small group of friends was oblivious to the commotion around them. “Who do you think it is? Is it some secret lover she’s been hiding from us?” asked Tonya as she stared at Jenny. “Secret lover? Come on, like Shane would have some secret lover locked away somewhere.” Replied Alice as she glanced over at Dana who looked down.

Jenny shook her head, “No, I don’t think she’s anything like that. She just showed up and slept on our couch. When I woke up, she and Shane were gone.” She left out the part where Shane had been about to cut her hair. “Gone? I wonder where they went.” said Dana as she joined in the conversation. Jenny shrugged. “So, what does she look like? Are we going to meet her?” asked Alice as she took a sip of her beverage.

Jenny sat back a little, conjuring up the picture of the girl in her mind. The first thing that clearly jumped out at her was the stormy hazel eyes. Their pain filled depths contrasted sharply with the delightful glee that sparkled in them when they spied her roommate. Those eyes fascinated her. She almost wished that she could look at them again, just to see if they had changed under Shane’s influence, much like she had.

“Hey, there’s Shane right now. Is that the girl?” Alice’s voice broke Jenny out of her musings. She looked up to see Shane enter the building, another person right behind her. But, that couldn’t be the same girl, could it? While the other girl had looked worn out and old, this woman looked happy, almost relieved for some reason. The long blonde hair had been mostly chopped off. She had what some would describe as a man’s haircut, trimmed with a couple gelled spikes pointing out above her forehead. Brownish tips were placed in strategic areas, weaving an unidentifiable pattern across her head. Her clothes had been switched to baggy low riding blue jeans and a black button up short sleeved shirt.

A smirk graced her features as Shane led her over to the table currently occupied by their group. A low whistle could be heard, but Jenny wasn’t paying attention. She was focused on the eyes of the stranger, the same eyes that had looked at her when she had opened the door the previous night. She watched as the woman was introduced to the others, but didn’t really listen until the woman turned to her, the smirk turning into a soft grin. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. I mean, the least you could expect is to know the name of the person who randomly shows up and takes over your couch. My name’s Tiger Bates. Most call me Tig.”

The End?

You have reached the end of "Tiger" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 19 Dec 05.

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