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Title: Mary Stu Got Harried
chapter 8 of 14
Author: ozma914
Crossover With: Star Wars, the Oz books, My Chemical Romance. Kind of. In a way.

Warning: Extreme Mary Suism.
Disclaimer: All characters who belong to Joss and co, belong to Joss and co.

Summary: post-Chosen: A group of watchers and slayers taking a creative writing class are assigned a simple lesson in author intrusion. But nothing’s ever simple when magic is -- literally -- in the air.

Mary Stu Got Harried, Chapter Eight: Not in Kansas Anymore

(In which somebody's going to have some explaining to do)


“Oh my goddess! Kennedy tricked me!” Grabbing a dish towel from Richard’s kitchenette, Tara started sopping up the tea she’d spit onto the wall and floor.

“We don’t --”

“I wasn’t spying on them! I was helping!” Tara threw the towel into the sink, and in a flash was out the door.

“Tara --” But before Richard could follow her, Tara came back through the door, slamming it behind her.

“She’s not here -- she’s in England.”

“Yes --”

“With Willow. They’re probably snogging.” Tara slammed her fist against the door, the first time he’d ever seen the remotest sign of violence from her.

“Well, I don’t know what time it is in --”

“She seemed so sincere --” Then Tara stopped, frozen in the act of hitting the door again. “Richard?”

He stared at her, desperately afraid of where this was about to go. Despite all that had happened, Tara was still a powerful witch -- and might even have the ability to undo Kennedy’s spell. “Yes?”

Slowly, Tara opened the door again. She edged into the hallway, then backed once more into the apartment. “Don’t you feel that?” she whispered.

He went to stand beside her, but felt only Tara’s presence. “What?”

“Magic. Powerful magic ... it’s drifting in the air, like currents.”

Now on alert, Richard stepped out and scanned for any signs of noise or movement. “From the band?”

But Tara shook her head. “I think My Chemically Romanced is a symptom, not a cause. There’s something going on here much, much more serious than we originally thought.” Grabbing Richard’s arm, she led him down the hallway. “We’ll deal with my problem later. Which is for the best, because if Kennedy appeared before me right now I’d turn her into a toad.”

In a flash of light, Kennedy appeared before her.


Kara, having stopped only long enough to don jeans and her blue Barbie t-shirt, made it halfway to her father’s quarters when a glimpse of movement stopped her in her tracks.

It had come from the glass door to the lounge, a large room that looked out over Chicago and held an array of games, as well as an entertainment center. It wasn’t at all unusual for someone to be in there, even this late at night; but Kara’s slayer intuition tingled, and she sensed something out of kilter. Turning, she moved silently back to the door and peeked inside.

A little girl stood at the far windows, her hands pressed to the glass, staring out at the city. She wore a blue checked gingham dress that struck Kara as old fashioned, along with white silk stockings and black patent leather shoes. Kara couldn’t see her face, but between the dress and the girl’s shoulder length blonde hair, she seemed familiar. Most familiar was the odd belt the girl wore around her waist, which clashed outrageously with the rest of the outfit. It was well over six inches wide, silver colored, and encrusted with what appeared to be real, multicolored gems.

Kara knew everyone who had reason to be in watcher’s headquarters: slayers, watchers, and staff. This wasn’t one of them. But she was familiar, and when the girl noticed Kara’s reflection in the glass and turned, the slayer felt a shock of recognition.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” the girl, who appeared to be about twelve or younger, spoke with a Plains States accent. “I know I should have gone looking for someone, but I’ve never been this high up before -- isn’t the view wonderful?”

“Um ... yeah, I guess it is.”

“I’ve only seen Chicago in pictures. It’s sure changed, hasn’t it?” The girl glanced toward the far wall, where the names and pictures of all the slayers and their supporters were emblazoned on a wall. “It’s a real different world from what I remember.”

“How did you get here?” Kara blurted out, her words covering at least two meanings in this case.

“I don’t really know.” The girl smiled. It was a sweet smile, and Kara reflected that she really did look sweet, just like the books described her. She was slim, and had flawless, pale skin and a pretty face with fine features, and she was impossibly alive. “I was just taking a walk with Ozma, and all of a sudden here I was. That kind of thing tends to happen to me.” She sighed, but didn’t appear scared or even particularly upset with this turn of events.

“But -- you’re not real.”

“Why, I sure am!” Then, with a look of consternation, the little girl gave Kara a curtsey. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry. If my aunt and uncle knew how much I forgot to mind my manners, they’d tan me even now -- I forgot the introductions.

“My name is Dorothy Gale.”


“Little man!” Padme put her arm around Andrew and held him upright while she pushed the paper bag against his face. “Breath!”

“No, no, I’m okay.” Shaking his head, he pushed the bag away and made a mental note to seal it up in plastic later. “It’s Andrew.”

“Who’s he? A Sith Lord?”

“No -- I’m Andrew, that’s my name. The Sith Lord is a guy named Darth Vader, and if I’m right, he’s running around Chicago somewhere, looking for you.”


“Because I wrote it into a story, and the story seems to be coming true.”

“But --” Grabbing Andrew’s hand, she held it against her face. “I’m real, Andrew. Can you feel me?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, with a dreamy smile.

“Then I can’t just be a character in a story.”

“Well ...” He was finding it hard to think, with one of Padme’s arms around him and the other holding his hand against her warm skin. “Maybe I somehow called you from another dimension, or something. I got hit by black magic, recently -- sort of like the dark side of the Force, only it can hold on sometimes and have strange after effects.” Trying to be nonchalant, he moved his hand down toward her neck. Yep --pulse.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Padme held him closer, which was, after all, what he had written her to do. “Well, the only thing to do is track down this Darth Vader and vanquish him, so I can go back home and wait for Annie to grow up and get that handsome face and rippling muscles. Then I assume he’ll quit the Jedi order and we can retire to Naboo together to ...” She blushed. “Um, learn about each other.”

“But -- you’d leave me?”

“Oh, Andrew ... you’re really cute, but my future is elsewhere. Besides, I’m sure teenage queens are all over the place in this reality.” She gathered him in for a close hug.

“Okay, but ... before we go get help ...” He felt her breasts push against him, and gulped. “Um, do you think we can take a little time first to ... make out?”

She drew back and looked at him. “Make out what?”


( 21 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 15th, 2007 09:21 pm (UTC)
Curiouser and curiouser....
Jan. 15th, 2007 11:51 pm (UTC)
Curiouser and curiouser....
No, Alice does not appear. :-)

Hm ...

*kicks myself for not thinking of it*
Jan. 15th, 2007 10:23 pm (UTC)
Oz!!!!!!!!!!! and the real Dorothy, that is just charming!

Andrew is too much!

I love the fast pace of the story and that you're keeping new parts coming out so quickly :)
Jan. 15th, 2007 11:53 pm (UTC)
I like the way you put that: the *real* Dorothy! I agree completely. :-)

My stories do tend to be fast paced, I think ... but the problem with that is that they sometimes reach the end too quickly.
Jan. 15th, 2007 10:44 pm (UTC)
“I know I should have gone looking for someone, but I’ve never been this high up before -- isn’t the view wonderful?” I love Dorothy's reaction to the view. Great chapter.
Jan. 15th, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC)
Dorothy's reaction
I put a lot of time into thinking about Dorothy's reaction to appearing here. I figured, she's seen a lot of wonders and learned to take them in stride, but there aren't a lot of high rises in Oz ...
Jan. 15th, 2007 11:57 pm (UTC)
Love your icon, by the way!
Jan. 16th, 2007 12:01 am (UTC)
I got the icon the other day because it reminded me of your fic :-)
Jan. 16th, 2007 12:25 am (UTC)
reminding you of my fic
that makes two of us! Of course, the BtVS Oz isn't actually *in* this fic ... but I'm hoping to make up for that in my next story.
Jan. 16th, 2007 03:55 am (UTC)
Ha ha. Can't wait to see what happens to Kennedy. And Andrew, for that matter. Will Padme react as Queen Padme or Andrew's Padme? A question for the ages.

Love Dorothy. You've caught her very well.
Jan. 16th, 2007 02:40 pm (UTC)
I worked hard to get Dorothy right: There may not be many hard core Oz book fans, but they're every bit as hard core as Buffy fans! We'll see if I've started a controversy over how physically old Dorothy appears ...
Jan. 16th, 2007 11:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Thanks!
Based on passages in Lost Princess and Giant Horse, I figure that Dorothy came to Oz to live when she was about eleven, so your description fits. I've seen other people insist that she's younger, but I tend to think she'd have to be at least ten to fit the plots of the earlier Oz books. She can already read in Wizard, and several years would have passed in between that book and Emerald City.
Jan. 17th, 2007 08:50 am (UTC)
Dorothy's age
That's not far from my thinking. In addition, I've always put Trot as being a year younger, for no other reason than because it feels right to me; then Betsy a year old, and Ozma about two years older than that. That's mostly arbitrary, especially since I came to that conclusion before reading any books other than the first fourteen. But it's as good an educated guess as anybody's!
Jan. 18th, 2007 12:42 am (UTC)
Re: Dorothy's age
Lost Princess specifically says that Trot is a year younger than Dorothy, and Betsy a year older. I assume this means their apparent age, rather than how many years they've actually lived. Based on my own estimates of when the books take place, Dorothy was actually born before Betsy, but spent several years in Oz without aging before Betsy showed up there. But that's just my interpretation.

The Giant Horse reference consists of Prince Philador saying that he's been ten years old for a long time, to which Trot replies, "Me too." I know I'm not the only one who's put these two references together to place Trot, Dorothy, and Betsy at 10, 11, and 12, respectively. I believe Button-Bright is mentioned as being younger than Trot, so he's probably around 8 or 9.
Jan. 18th, 2007 10:18 am (UTC)
comparitive age
Oh? I don't remember that line, but I read Lost Princess so many times that it must have stuck in my head. I do remember seeing a picture of the three of them together that I thought made it look that way.

I haven't gotten my hands on "Giant Horse", but it makes sense to me. Just for fun, let's make Button-Bright 9, the girls 10,11,and 12, Ojo 13, and Ozma 14. I just threw Ojo in as a filler. :-)
Jan. 16th, 2007 10:57 am (UTC)
Kudos to Andrew for trying.
Jan. 16th, 2007 02:41 pm (UTC)
Trying? hey, I cut away -- how do we know he didn't succeed? :-)
Jan. 16th, 2007 03:52 pm (UTC)
That's exactly how I imagine Dorothy would react. "Oh? I'm in a strange place. Okay. What time is lunch?" :) I like your description of her but I always thought she was about 9 or 10, not 12. Not like that's too big of a difference. But, ooh....I can only imagine what it will be like to have Dorothy, MCR, Padme, and Darth Vader all in the same room!
Jan. 17th, 2007 09:18 am (UTC)
student of Dorothy
Vovat makes some good observations above that follow along with what I was thinking. We know Dorothy could read during her first trip to Oz, and that some time passed between then and her final move to the Emerald City. Past that, it was largely guesswork on my part, so I'm just as likely wrong as right.

The gang will, indeed, all get together, in a way *I* didn't expect until it happened, and not in a happy way ... and not necessarily in a room!
Jan. 16th, 2007 11:40 pm (UTC)
Maybe there will be more on this as the story progresses, but it seems to me like the characters appear as the writers would have imagined them. Padme looks exactly like Natalie Portman, while Dorothy is more like Neill's illustrations. Perhaps if the author involved had only been familiar with MGM, Dorothy would have shown up looking like Judy Garland?

Speaking of which, while I'm not some big Natalie Portman fan, I do get the impression that she would be able to pull off playing Ozma.
Jan. 17th, 2007 09:10 am (UTC)
d'oh! *slaps forehead* A young Natalie Porman would be the perfect Ozma. I *am* a big NP fan, and I never considered that. *slaps forehead again* Ow.

You're absolutely right, the form of the characters is influenced by the imaginations of the writers. Filtered through ... something else. :-)
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