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buffyfic Digest         Monday, July 21 1997         Volume 01 : Number 002



In this issue:

    BUFFYFIC: The Weapon:  Part III/?
    BUFFYFIC: Stake Boy Meets the Slayer
    Re: BUFFYFIC: Stake Boy Meets the Slayer
    Re: BUFFYFIC: Stake Boy Meets the Slayer
    BUFFYFIC: The Sighing Game (1/3)
    BUFFYFIC: The Sighing Game (2/3)
    BUFFYFIC: The Sighing Game (3/3)
    BUFFYFIC: The Weapon:  Part IV/?
    BUFFYFIC: Gone...1/3

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Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 22:07:05 -0400
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Weapon:  Part III/?

Title:  The Weapon
Rating:  G, for this part at least.
Summary:  The new Xander showers, eats, and chats with Buffy.
Disclaimer:  All the original stuff here is *mine*.  The rest belongs to
Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and 20th Century Fox.

*****

"Here!" Buffy shouted over the sound of the shower.
"What?" yelled Xander in reply.
"I brought you some clothes," she shouted, "old stuff my dad left with us.
I'll leave it by the sink."
"Thanks!"
"And," muttered Buffy, looking down at the muck-encrusted rags on the
floor, "I'll just go burn these."
"What?" shouted Xander, as Buffy scurried out of the bathroom, Xander's old
clothes in tow.

*****

"Thanks for the use of the shower." said Xander, as he came down the
stairs, toweling his hair.
"No problem," said Buffy, as she put the finishing touches on a
peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, "after all you *did* spend the last ten
years in--"

Buffy paused as she saw Xander.  The jeans and T-Shirt accentuated his form
perfectly, clinging to his well-tanned, muscular body.  His long, wild,
black hair fell about his shoulders, framing his handsome face.

"Ooh." she muttered absentmindedly, "hunky."

Xander smiled.

"You couldn't have said that to me ten years ago?" he jibed.
"Huh?" Buffy snapped out of her trance.  "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to--"
"Hey, s'okay.  I did pretty much the same thing the first time I saw you.
You know, it took most of the decade I was over there, but I finally got
over you."
"Oh," said Buffy, flushed with embarrassment.  She quickly changed the
subject.
"Hey," she said, "I made you a sandwich."

Xander's eye's lit up with joy as he snatched the sandwich up off the plate
and began to devour it.

"Buffy," he said between bites, "you are a goddess."
"Well," she replied, "I've never quite gotten *that* response from peanut
butter and jelly before!"
"Well," Xander quickly swallowed, "I haven't had any real food in almost a
decade."
"Huh?  What've you been living off of?"
"Raw energy.  The sphere can take the life energy from those it kills.
Because of our symbiotic connection, it can transfer that energy to me."
"So every demon you dust is another snack?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Sounds yummy."
"Actually, there isn't really any taste to it at all.  It's just sort of a
tingly feeling, like static cling."
"Cool.  Speaking of the Sphere, where is it?"

Xander held up his left forearm.  Attached to its underside was a silver
blob, sliding about.

"Ah." said Buffy.

Xander finished the sandwich, and wiped his hands and face off with a napkin.

"C'mon," he said, tossing the napkin in the trash, "we'd better get back to
the library.  We're all gonna have to work on this if we're gonna save me.
Er, him.  Er... you know."
"Yeah I get it." Buffy smirked as she grabbed her leather jacket.

Xander sighed.

"I hate interdimensional travel." he lamented, then followed the Slayer out
the door.

*****

End Part III

*****

- --Viashino, Hunter of DevilBunnies--

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Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 22:32:36 -0500 (CDT)
From: Jill Kirby <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Stake Boy Meets the Slayer

Extremely, extremely, <extremely> tongue-in-cheek!  Just a little
"I'm glad the list is up and running" story.  :)

This is set not long after "Last Knight" in the "Forever Knight"
timeline, and sometime before "Welcome to the Hellmouth" in the Buffy
timeline.  Not that this is serious enough to worry about timelines,
anyway...

Comments, constructive criticism, or vials of holy water to
[e-mail].

***

Stake Boy Meets the Slayer
 a Forever Knight/Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover
 by Jill Kirby


When Nick woke, he could hardly open his eyes from the pain.  He wasn't
dead.  He could feel the stake penetrating his chest-- not deep enough
to kill him, but deep enough that it wouldn't heal any time soon.  And
he was too weak to pull the stake out.

He managed to open his eyes and look over to where Natalie had fallen
on the floor, nearly drained of blood.

She wasn't there.

As Nick struggled to assimilate this information, he heard the elevator
start to grind.  Who was it?  LaCroix, back to finish the job?  Reese?
Slowly, painfully, he turned his head to face the elevator, waiting
with trepidation for someone-- or something-- to emerge.

The door squealed open and a girl walked out.  Girl, not woman; she
was probably still in high school.  She walked over to him casually,
her knee-high boots clicking on the floor of the loft, then stood over
Nick and regarded him with a frown.

"Hmm.  You don't look so good."  She shrugged a backpack off her
shoulders and tossed it onto the floor beside her.  "This makes my job
a heck of a lot easier, doesn't it?"

Nick opened his mouth and, amazingly, was able to speak.  "Natalie?"

"And Natalie would be...  Who?" the girl queried, flipping a strand of
hair away from her face.  When Nick didn't answer, she sighed deeply.
"I did see some woman with curly hair making herself scarce, if that's
who you mean."

She was alive.  Nick closed his eyes for a moment in gratitude.

The girl tapped her toe for a moment, then her face cleared.  "I get
it.  You're a vampire from the  'Forever Knight' universe, aren't you?
Like the other one?  I'm never sure what universe I'm about to
encounter.  There are just too damn many these days."

Nick's fangs disappeared and he felt his vision clear as the confusion
in his mind increased to unusual levels, even for him.  "I have no idea
what you are talking about."

The girl rolled her eyes dramatically.  "Try following me.  I know it's
hard.  You're a vampire, right?"

Nick was about to protest, then saw the look in the girl's eyes.  He
nodded slowly.  No sense in denying it; this odd girl with the hair
falling in her face knew exactly what he was.  "How did you know?"

"The stake coming out of your chest gave me the initial clue.  And that
outfit.  It's so...  Second season.  So not now."

Nick glanced down at his outfit, which looked perfectly fine to him
with the exception of the wood  protruding from his chest, then back at
the girl.  "Who <are> you?"

"Not your best friend."  The girl pulled a stake out of her sleeve and
smiled as Nick cringed.  "My name is Buffy."

"Buffy?" Nick asked in disbelief.

"Hey, stake boy, don't laugh," Buffy said menacingly.  "I'm not holding
this chunk of wood for my health."

Nick felt his eyes go red and his fangs drop-- though not as much as
usual, since he was weak from blood loss.  Buffy watched his face
closely.

"Keen.  In my world, vampires go through this nasty face thing when
they want to feed.  In the FK world, just your eyes change and your
teeth drop."  The girl began to tick things off on her fingers.  "I
should write a book about all this stuff.  In the Anne Rice universe,
crosses don't bother vampires, for example.  You?"

"I have... a little trouble with them."

"Yeah, but that white-haired guy I just offed didn't.  Go figure."  She
tapped one finger on her cheek.  "Remind me.  Holy water?  A problem?"

White-haired guy?  Did she mean LaCroix?  "Not really."

"Decapitation?"

"Sometimes yes, sometimes not so much."

Buffy nodded, taking this new information in.  "Well, I certainly know
that stakes work."

"You mentioned..."  Nick cleared his throat.  "A white-haired guy?"

"Yeah.  Big.  Nasty.  Huge attitude problem."  Buffy made a washing
motion with her hands.  "He's dust."  She twirled the stake lightly.
"Now, you don't look too comfortable.  Let's get on with this."

Nick took a deep breath, trying to comprehend

"We can make this easy, or we can make this hard."

Nick glanced down at the stake that was already halfway into his
chest.  "I think I'll take the easy way."

Thud.  "Ow."  Poof.

One more down.

Buffy regarded her nails critically, then sighed.  Off she went.  Next
she had to tackle one from the Tanya Huff universe.  Those vampires
were so damn antisocial that they were always hard to find.  At least
these FK vampires hung out together.  One trip to that smoky Raven
place and half of Toronto was cleaned up.

She couldn't wait to move to Sunnydale.  Maybe there she'd be able to
stop all this and live a <normal> life.

***
Jill Kirby ~~  [e-mail] ~~ www.geocities.com/SoHo/Lofts/4107
The Buffy Mailing List page:  http://www.mindspring.com/~romana/buffylist/
     And it ought to be easier
     To leave when you know that you have to go
     To leave when you know that you have to go...
                  --Lyle Lovett

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Date: Fri, 18 Jul 1997 00:18:41 -0400 (EDT)
From: Ottawa Low Family <[e-mail]>
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Stake Boy Meets the Slayer

At 10:32 PM 7/17/97 -0500, Jill Kirby wrote:
>Extremely, extremely, <extremely> tongue-in-cheek!  Just a little
>"I'm glad the list is up and running" story.  :)
Tongue-in-cheek is good.  It's just dangerous is you are laughing.

>Buffy regarded her nails critically, then sighed.  Off she went.  Next
>she had to tackle one from the Tanya Huff universe.  Those vampires
>were so damn antisocial that they were always hard to find.

Ok, for some reason, I really don't mind all that much that Nick is dust.
There's just no way I want Vicki meeting the business end of a stake.  Of
course, some part of me believes that Vicki would be more problematic than
LaCroix, The Master, and Darla combined.  But in a good way.  <g>

Kimberley

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Date: Fri, 18 Jul 1997 05:00:28 -0400
From: [e-mail] (slb)
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Stake Boy Meets the Slayer

At 10:32 PM 7/17/97 -0500, Jill Kirby wrote:
>Extremely, extremely, <extremely> tongue-in-cheek!  Just a little
>"I'm glad the list is up and running" story.  :)

LOL! Thanks for the early morning giggles. Glad to see Knight getting what
he really deserves. Now, how 'bout a little Buffy/Angel story for us
'shippers?

Sheryl

[e-mail]
 --  "Doesn't he know better than to tease the lion?" Deb Martin, after
meeting My Favorite Waiter <g>
- --   "Scary. I'll tell you something, though. There are a lot scarier
     things than you. And I'm one of them."  Buffy, "Buffy the Vampire Slayer"






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Date: Fri, 18 Jul 1997 18:24:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Sighing Game (1/3)

I sent this story to the other Buffy-beta list so for some of you it may look
awfully familiar.  But I thought I'd send it anyway for those of you who are
so deprived as to have missed it, and because I am currently writing the
sequel.
Hope you enjoy!
Rebecca
Lady [e-mail]
########
Disclaimer: None of the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to
me, though I am rather attached to Angel, ah well.  They belong to Joss
Wheadon, Mutant Enemy, maybe the WB..but definitely not me.  Don't sue
because I have no money.
The story takes place two weeks after Angel (the episode) and it has nothing
to do with any of the resulting episodes...there are some spoilers for Angel,
and Teacher's Pet.
This story is pretty much a lot of introspective pondering and a lot of
romance (Angel/ Buffy..sorry Xander :) but there will be some action.  This
is part one, part two occurs at the same time as part one and is from Angel's
point of view. There will be a part three as well.  Any comments can be sent
to Lady [e-mail].  Sorry for any typos.

The Sighing Game  (part one)
By: Rebecca Carefoot

     Buffy stared morosely out her bedroom window.  The rain that streaked
the windowpane mirrored her dark mood.  She had to say that without a shadow
of a doubt this majorly sucked.  She had finally found a guy who she was in
love with who actually loved her back and he even knew about the whole Slayer
thing.  It was too good to be true, literally.  She flopped onto her bed
staring at the ceiling.  How could she have fallen in love with a vampire?
 Ok so he's a good vampire but he's a vampire none the less.

      She thought about him for a second, those dark brown eyes, liquid pools
of chocolaty brownness that she could just fall into and let the whole stupid
world go to hell.  What did the world ever do for her anyway?  Oh, and that
hair just a little spiky in the front.  That nose so straight and well it was
just a cool nose however you wanted to describe it.  He always looked so
super cool in those jackets he constantly wore over a white t-shirt or tank
top.  And the body that those t-shirts covered.  She bit her lip thinking
about that body.  Those muscles, that broad chest, and those delicious arms.
 His skin was so white, she shivered.  Yikes, she definitely needed to get
her mind off that subject before she melted.  His lips, so firm, and those
kisses...she had never felt anything like that.  Not in all her 16 years.  It
took her breath away and left her happy to be gasping.  When she was with
Angel the whole world just disappeared and she didn't even miss it.  But she
had sent him away.  She groaned.

       It was the right thing to do, the only thing she could do.  Why had
she done it? What was wrong with her?  I mean just because he has one teeny
tiny, ok one humungoid flaw...why should they have to be apart?  The truth
was she knew if she saw him again, no when she saw him again, she would lose
any self-control she had left.  She would throw herself into his arms and
cover him with kisses.  She rolled over onto her stomach; she wanted to see
him so badly.  It had been weeks since their meeting at the Bronze.  The
meeting where she had said that they could never be anything...auuggghh.
 What had she been thinking?  All she wanted in the world was for them to be
something.  Why did it have to be so hard?

     It was destiny she knew it, but deep within her heart she also knew it
would be just as hard to be with him.  Sure there would be moments of joy but
when you came right down to it, he wasn't really a man.  He was a monster
with a demon inside him.  A horrible, horrible monster.....who had saved her
life more than once.  And he DID have his soul back.  He had been good for a
century or more.  That had to count for something.    He hadn't killed a
living human since he got his soul back, and there was so much pain inside
him.  A vampire couldn't feel guilt the way he did.  They couldn't care for
her the way he did.  But he was a vampire, no getting around it.  And what
was she going to do if he ever accidentally revealed his true face to her
mom.  Being grounded for life would be an understatement.  And what if his
soul couldn't fight the demon anymore and he became evil again, and she had
to kill him but she couldn't because she loved him too much and instead he
killed her and then he became the new master. Buffy! she admonished herself,
you are getting way carried away here.

          The truth was she didn't really think Angel would ever hurt her or
her friends or anybody who wasn't supremely evil.  The truth was that even if
he did she had a feeling she'd still be in love with him.  The simple truth
was she loved him and nothing else mattered, not really when you really
thought about it.  He wasn't a real vampire; he had a soul.  It wasn't even
that ugly when his face turned vamp, once you got used to it.  It looked kind
of wild and animalistic in an exciting kind of way.  On other vamps it was
ugly but for Angel it was more of a badge of courage.  It was a reminder that
he had to fight against himself constantly.  That he had kept the demon at
bay for a century and that he would continue to do so.  Buffy felt the trust
born from her love, a trust that would accept no possibility of Angel turning
evil.  He was strong enough to stay good.  He had to be.  And if she was
wrong, well she was willing to take that risk.

           She pulled on a sweater and climbed out her bedroom window a
little amazed at what she was doing.  She was marching out of her house in
the middle of the night to look for his apartment.  She had to tell him right
now.  She had to tell him that none of it mattered, nothing was real but
their love.  So she walked purposefully until she reached the Bronze, then
she began to wander somewhat aimlessly among the apartment buildings in the
"bad" side of town.  She should be able to sense him if she got close enough.
 A lance of pain shot through her side and she knew a vampire was near,
whether it was Angel...well that was another question.  She spun lightly on
the balls of her feet, her eyes constantly searching,  her hand on the stake
she had stuffed in her pocket.

          "Show yourself!" she called.  The evil in this vamp felt too strong
to be Angel.  Anxiously she peered into the darkness.  A shadow crept slowly
along the wall behind her.  Then it stepped away from the wall and pounced.
 As it attacked the ridges of the vampire face stood out in the harsh light
of a nearby streetlamp.  Buffy heard her attacker as he leapt and spun to
face him.  His momentum carried him forward and she fell to the floor heavily
with him on top of her.  Stuggling against his vise-like grip she finally
freed herself by throwing him against the wall.  He was only stunned for
 moment and quickly charged her again, but this time she was ready.  She
easily sidestepped his attack and plunged the stake into his back.

            Her breathing slowed as the adredaline pumping through her blood
began to lessen.  "Nothing like a midnight slay to keep a girl on her toes,"
she muttered to herself.  Well at least she had managed to get her mind off
Angel for a few minutes.  Now to find that apartment.  An hour of sneaking
around every apartment near the Bronze turned up nothing.  He must not be
home, she thought.  Sighing she began the long trek home, or maybe it just
seemed long.  This was not turning out to be one of her best nights.

(to be continued)

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Date: Fri, 18 Jul 1997 18:27:14 -0400 (EDT)
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Sighing Game (2/3)

Disclaimer: None of the characters in the Buffyverse belong to me..they
belong to Joss Wheadon, Mutant Enemy, maybe some other people none of whom
are me.
This is the second part of the Sighing Game, it is from Angel's point of view
and it takes place at the same time as part one...there are some spoilers,
lots of introspective brooding, Buffy/Angel romance..I think you get the
picture.

The Sighing Game (part 2)
by: Rebecca Carefoot

Angel stared blankly at the wall of his apartment.  A stake through
the heart could not possibly hurt this much.  To see her, so
beautiful, so sad.  It tore him to pieces.  To know that she
felt the same way he did and yet it could not be.  To be one of
those doomed lovers that he had always despised, one of a fated
couple.  It stung.  To know that over 200 years of love and
loss was no shield.  To hold her close and feel her stripped
away.  It hurt like nothing else he had ever felt in his life.

    Like nothing but the moment of conscience reawakened.
The guilt of a  hundred year killing spree across the span of
the entire world, the deaths he had caused, the joy he had felt
in killing.  In that one crystalline moment it had all come
rushing into him.  As his soul was returned, he had almost
destroyed himself.  He would have burned himself to death in
the sun's bright rays.  He would have done anything to escape
the guilt.  But he had found another way.  He had found solace
in killing them.  In destroying all the vampires he could.  He
fought the demon within himself and he fought the demons
outside as well.  So far he was winning, he had made himself
into a killing machine.  The guilt was buried, the pain was
buried, every emotion was hidden beneath a burning desire to
kill them all.  Angel had had it all figured out.  Once he got rid
of all of them he would be at peace and he would slip away.  A
stake to his own heart wouldn't be such a hard thing to do.  It
would all be over so quickly.  It was the perfect escape.

    But then she had come to Sunnydale to fight the
vampires, to fulfill her destiny.  Beautiful Buffy, so young
and so perfect.  At first he had seen her only as an ally.  A
way to kill the vampires faster.  Angel thought she might have
a better chance at killing the Master than he would.  After all
she was the one girl in all the world with the power to stop
the forces of evil.  But how many times had he heard that, too
many.  There was always a new "one girl in all the world" and
yet the Master lived.  Still there was a chance and
any vampire she killed would be one less for him.

    So he warned her that first week.  He followed her into
an alley.  And she surprised him by knocking him on his ass.
He thought that was when he first started falling in love with
her.  He hadn't been surprised in such a long time.  It was a
good feeling, a human feeling.  She was so suspiscious and for
some reason he found that charming.   The way she spoke back to
him, she wasn't afraid, or if she was she hid it so well.  He
gave her the cross, silver.  He had worn it when he had first
had his soul returned.  He had needed something to help him
fight the demon and the pain of that cross helped him to
gain the self control he needed to keep from feeding off warm
blood.  He still wore a cross sometimes, gold.  It was much
smaller but it helped to calm the urges.

    He began to watch her, sometimes offering hints and
help; but mainly staying in the shadows.  He saw her wear the
cross sometimes and it made him feel connected with her
somehow.  He knew that she couldn't truly love him, not if she
knew what he really was.  But seeing her wear that cross it
was like she was his.  It was as if she cared about him.

    He remembered the night when he had given her his
jacket.  The leather one.  He really didn't need it, vampires
didn't feel cold.  She seemed to like it, in fact she wore it
pretty often.  That made him feel good too.  It made him feel
like she carried him with her everywhere she went.  He imagined
to himself that she felt the same way he did.  That she
fantasized about him, that when she closed her eyes at night
all she could see was his face, that she wore the jacket
because she could imagine it being on his skin.  He told
himself that he was a fool, that he was acting like an
overly hormonal teenager.  It had to be a crush, but it was
so ridiculous.  He was old enough to know better.

    Then that night he had followed her from the Bronze
and they had had their run in with The Three.  It had been
close.  He had thought that they were done for when one
of the three extremely strong vampires had slashed him across
the ribs.  He was embarrassed to say that he was almost glad
that he would die with her.  But they had survived and she
had invited him into her house, a sacred priveledge
he certainly hadn't expected.

    She had bandaged his wound.  He hoped she didn't
realize what her touch did to him.  His flesh prickled with
her nearness.  It took all his self-control to keep from
pulling her near and kissing her.  He hid all day in her closet,
hiding from her mom he told her, but it was from the sun he hid.
And then she brought him some dinner...a little plateless she said.
He didn't mind that, but it was also a lot bloodless.  Poor girl she
had no idea what she was getting into.  He decided then to hide it
all from her, to just leave and never come back.

       But she started mumbling about her diary, thinking he had
read it.  His heart soared as he slowly realized that she cared for
him.  He began his speech about having to leave but his heart
wasn't in it.  His heart was with her.  And he had blurted out that
part about wanting to kiss her.  Then the incredible, the impossible
had happened.  They had come together like the crashing of the waves
on the shore, an inevitability.  Their lips had met in the kiss to end all
kisses.

         In the midst of his joy, Angel felt his face begin to change.
He fought it, but it was too late.  He stared in horror at the fear and
hatred he saw reflected in her eyes and her scream.   He threw
himself out the window and ran into the night.  But she hadn't had
the will to kill him, she seemed to understand.   At the Bronze when
they fought he could tell that she still cared for him just as he cared
for her.

         And then they had met for their last kiss, the most painful and
wonderful kiss of his life.  The world became that kiss, nothing else
mattered.  As she walked away he could feel his flesh sizzling where
her cross had imprinted itself on his skin.  But that pain was nothing to
the anguish he felt watching her walk away.

          So now here he was, sitting alone in his apartment.  Unable to
keep his mind off her.  Her face filled his mind, her smell filled his
nostrils.
Angrily he jumped up from the bed and threw a chair against the wall,
snarling.  He couldn't stand it, he had to see her.  He had to hear her
voice.
He rushed out the door barely taking the time to grab a jacket.  He
walked the streets to her house filled with an urgency that he could not
understand.  Nothing mattered but her, nothing had ever mattered but her

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Date: Fri, 18 Jul 1997 18:32:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Sighing Game (3/3)

Disclaimer: I think everyone knows I own no part of Buffy or her world.  Go
ahead and rub it in. Thanks a lot! Anyway I am making no money, probably just
going to get a lot of criticism out of this so don't sue.  Joss Wheadon, the
WB, and Fox are the rightful owners I believe.
This is part three (everyone cheers).  The other two parts happened at the
same time and were from the perspectives of Buffy and Angel respectively.
 This part is when the parallel lines meet (impossible you say..not if they
are story lines:).
Hope it's been fun for everyone...see you next time I decide to write
something.
Once again sorry for any typos

The Sighing Game (part 3)
by: Rebecca Carefoot

       Angel walked slowly back towards his apartment.  He felt like crawling
into a hole in the ground and just lying there for a hundred years.  This had
turned out to be a horrible night.  He stared up at the moon, it was full
tonight; so full he couldn't believe it didn't just fall right out of the
sky. His eyes on the sky he bumped heavily into someone.

        "I'm so sorry," he muttered distractedly.

        "Well you should be!" he heard a dear voice say.  "I really like
these shoes and you stepped all over them."

         "Buffy?!" he exclaimed, stopping the girl as she turned away.

         "Angel," she whispered turning slowly to face him.  It was true.
 After all that looking she had just gone and bumped into him.  I guess
that's what they call fate, she thought dreamily as she drank in the sight of
him.  He stood uncertainly on the sidewalk, unsure of his place in her heart.
 Well she would show him his place, she thought as she embraced him tightly.

           Immediately his arms encircled her and their lips met.  His kiss
left her heart pounding and she stood dazzled in his arms.  This was what she
had been dreaming of and Angel did not disappoint.  Their lips met again and
she felt the ground sway under her.  But Angel's strong arms held her tight
and she felt safe.

            Angel held her close, as if he would never let go.  In between
kisses he stole glances at her face.   The look in her eyes was full of love,
and her mouth turned up in a smile when she caught him staring at her.

            "Angel," she said and his heart raced to hear those lips say his
name.  "We have to go somewhere a little more private."

             "Why?" he murmered. "I don't care who sees us."

             "That's because you don't have to deal with all the people who
live in this town."  She gently touched his face as she said, "Come with me."
  She led him to the top of a secluded hill and they sat together looking at
the stars.  He held her in his arms and she thought she had never been more
happy in her whole life.  The dark seemed warm and the stars were jewels in
the moon's crown.  They sat in comfortable silence.  There was no need for
words, but finally Buffy spoke.

              "I told you I'd see you around," she said happily.

              "What were you doing out so late anyway," Angel asked.  "Isn't
it way past your bedtime?"  She slapped him lightly.

              "Ha, ha Mr. I'm 200 and something years older than you."

              "You must be one of those girls who goes for older guys, "
Angel teased.

              "Yeah, you're the first date I've had in months who isn't a
skeleton.  It's just so hard to find well preserved two hundred and forty
year olds these days."  Angel laughed at her comments.  "It's nice to hear
you laugh." she said.  "You should do it more often."

               "Sometimes it's hard for me to laugh, there's so much sadness
it seems like there's no room for laughter."  Buffy touched his chest over
the spot where his heart was.
               "You have so much pain here," she said sadly.  "I feel almost
guilty that my life has been easier than yours."  He covered her hand with
his.

                "Don't feel guilty," he said.  "You make me happy, and
besides you have plenty of problems in your own life."

                 "Nothing I can't handle," she said leaning towards him for a
kiss, "with a little help from my Guardian Angel."  She looked at his face
for a moment.  "Angel?" she began, "I have a favor to ask."

                 "Anything you want."

                 " Show me your true face."  Angel started to protest but
Buffy stopped him with a kiss.  "I need to see it."  Sighing he agreed.
 Buffy watched closely as his face changed.  She looked at the familiar
visige of a vampire but she felt none of the hatred the face usually brought
with it.  Deliberately she grabbed the back of Angel's head and pulled him to
her.  She kissed him as deeply as she knew how, telling him without words
that she loved him, every part of him.  When they broke the kiss Angel pushed
back a lock of her hair.

                "It's going to be hard," he said.

                "I know," she answered simply.  They both sighed, willing to
try for the sake of love.

The End

comments? Lady [e-mail]

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Date: Mon, 21 Jul 1997 00:36:40 -0400
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Weapon:  Part IV/?

Title: The Weapon
Rating: G
Summary:  Buffy and SuperXander rejoin the group, and the team makes a
discovery.
Disclaimer:  This story is mine.  Mine mine mine mine mine!  Giles, Young
Xander, Willow, Ms. Calender, Buffy, and Angel belong to Joss Whedon,
Mutant Enemy, and 20th Century Fox.  The X-Files are TM & C Chris Carter
and Ten-Thirteen.

*****

"So Giles," shouted Buffy, as she and Xander entered the library, "find
anything useful yet."
"I'm afraid not," replied the librarian, "most of our efforts have been
fruitless, at least so far."
"But we're trying." said a voice from deep within the stacks.

Buffy smiled as the source of that voice stepped into the light.

"Angel." she sighed.
"Hey." he replied, as he walked towards the new arrivals.  He leaned down,
and lighted a kiss upon Buffy's lips.  She held her breath for seconds
after they parted, wanting to savor him for as long as possible.
"Hey Angel." said Xander, extending his hand to the vampire.
"Xander?" said Angel questioningly, as he accepted the man's handshake.
"Yeah, it's me.  I guess I have changed quite a bit huh?"
"I'll say."
"Angel," continued Xander, "I've had a *lot* of time to think about this,
and I just wanted to say I'm sorry.  I treated you like an enemy, when all
you were guilty of was trying to help Buffy, and loving her.  I was a
hot-headed punk, and I was wrong.  Friends?"
"Friends." replied Angel, firmly shaking the man's hand.  He then released
Xander's hand, and went back into the stacks.
"Hey," said Buffy, when she realized someone was missing, "where's Willow?"
"Oh," replied Giles, "she went home.  Apparently her home computer system
is better suited to this kind of... investigation.

*****

Willow sat at her PC, furiously typing away.

"Hmm," she said to herself, "what's this?  FBI, classified... the X-Files?
Records of paranormal activity, supernatural phenomenon... and UFOs?  Now
this looks promising.  Time to activate my worm..."

Willow activated the program, and began to burrow through the FBI's
security system.

"Nothing's gonna stop me from saving Xander," she thought, firmly, "nothing."

*****

All eyes turned towards the library entrance, as another figure entered the
room.

"Hey Rupert," said Samantha Calendar, "I found something that might help in
my coven's archives--" she paused when she saw Buffy.  "Oh," she said, "hi
Buffy."  Then her eyes turned to Xander.  "And this," she said, as she
moved towards him, "must be SuperXander."
"Yeah," he replied, smiling, "that's me."
"My how we've grown." she said, as she ran her finger along his bicep.
"Ms. Calendar--"
"Call me Sam."
"Sam, we've really gotta get back to the matter at hand."

As if to back Xander up, the library's fax machine began whirring.  Giles
rushed over to it, and snatched the first sheet of paper up, as a second
began to come out of the machine.

"It's from Willow," he said, as his eyes scanned the page, "apparently,
she's gotten into -- oh my."
"What is it Giles?" asked Buffy.
"This is from the FBI.  Confidential documents from something called... the
*X*-Files?  Some sort of chronicle of paranormal phenomena."
"Someone's been naughty..." muttered Xander.
"Yeah Giles, that's great, but is it useful?"

Giles snatched up the second page as a third began to spew from the machine.

"Yes," he replied, "I think it will!  There's full records here of many
unusual disappearances identical to Xander's!  All the circumstances,
etc... the only thing that's not here is the spell to open a portal!"
"I think," said Angel, as he came out of the stacks toting a hefty tome, "I
may have solved that one."

Giles rushed over to Angel as he slammed the book down on the table.

"Here," said Angel, as he pointed to the page, "a full record of the spells
and rituals the Master used in his attempt to open the Hellmouth."
"Yes," said Giles, his eyes lighting up as he poured over the page, "I
think this is it!  With this book, and the information Willow sent, we
should be able to open a portal to Purgatory!"
"Great!" said Buffy, elated.  "I'll head home for supplies, I have a
feeling we're gonna need 'em.  And I'll call Willow from there, to tell her
what's up."
"Good." replied Giles.  "Samantha," he said, turning to Ms. Calendar, "take
the book, and see if you have the spell ingredients at home."
"Right." she replied, as she hefted the tome up, and rushed out the door.
"Xander, Angel, if you would, help me in setting up the library for the
spell?"

The two men nodded in agreement.

"Good," he said, "I just hope all this trouble is worth it.  This may not
work."
"It'll work," said Xander, without a hint of doubt, "It'll work."

*****

Buffy came rushing into the library, her bag of tricks slung over her
shoulder.  The room was filled with the smell of burning incense, and there
were candles, gems, and various other objects positioned about the room.
As she surveyed the area, she caught sight of Angel, Xander, Giles, and Ms.
Calender.

"Hey," she asked, as she plopped into a chair, "where's Willow?"
"She said she had a few things to grab before she left."

Suddenly, the doors of the library flew open, and a figure entered the room.

"What the--" shouted Xander, and then suddenly, he fell silent.

There stood the meek, shy, and caring Willow Rosenburg.  Her hair was
pulled back into a tight braid.  She wore what looked to be combat
fatigues, along with heavy black boots.  At each of her hips hung a
sidearm, both of which appeared to be military issue.  Accross her chest
was an ammo bandoleer, and in her hands was a *very* large shotgun.

"OK," she said grimly, "let's go."

*****

End Part 4

*****

People on the Bronze were clamoring for tough Willow a week or so ago.
Well, here ya go....

- --Viashino, Master of Unexpected Twists--

------------------------------

Date: Mon, 21 Jul 1997 10:29:38 -0400
From: Anya <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Gone...1/3

Gone...
by Anya
[e-mail]

Author's Preface: This story is in response to the re:Xander thread on
the Plantex list, and was inspired COMPLETELY by Cat's innoculous simple
little statement of :
"Well I _would_ like Xander and buffy to be together.... Under two
conditions... that Angel dissapear and that Willow dissapear."

Disclaimer: The characters listed below are the property of Joss Whedon,
Warner Bros and co.  No infringment is intended.

********************************************************

Part One

Buffy Summers bounded up the school steps, eager to race into
Sunnydale High's dim, dull and dreary library.  School wouldn't
begin for another week, but the Slayer knew that her Watcher
would already be firmly entrenched in his recently restructured
library.  It was a peanut-butter and jam thing, you just didn't
anticipate the one without the other.

The late August sun streamed down on her blonde head, it's golden
brillance unobscured in a cloudless sky.  The trees were a rich
green around her, bird's chirping optimistically within their
branches and the entire world seemed fresh, clear and vibrantly
alive.   Pausing to inhale deeply, Buffy felt her smile widen in echo
to her soul's  delight with life.  Humming contentedly, she pushed
the school doors open.  Nothing could bring her down today.

                   ***********************************

Giles sat wearily at the table, looking around himself with blank,
dismayed confusion.  He had never felt alone before, not during his
childhood or during the solitary years alone as a Watcher awaiting
his Slayer.  But, the Slayer had brought some special people into his
life, and they had filled a gap he hadn't even realized existed.

Looking at the computer in the corner, he could still clearly picture
Willow sitting there, her crooked smile twirking the corners of her
mouth.  Behind her lurked the ghost image of Xander, peering
down over her shoulder and silently teasing her.

Who would have thought that Giles would miss the sound of
children teasing one another?  And what he wouldn't give to see
those two tease one another again.

But they never would.  Not now.

Disgusted with his self-pity, Giles lurched from the chair, and
stomped over to his office, intending to grab one of a zillion
volumes of Prophecies to stupify his brain.  Hand raised to
the door, he froze as  another mental picture, this time of Angel
sneaking up behind him in the office, flashed through his brain.

Angel, the vampire with a soul and a conscience.  Angel, who had
helped Giles decipher prophecy's and fought so hard  to avert them.
The dark haired young-appearing man who held Buffy's heart and
been a true ally, bringing as much aid as he could.  Giles could still
see the agony in Angel's eye, and once again felt the overwhelming
empathy for the vampire.  They had tried so hard, and yet, they had
paid such a price...

"Enough!" Giles shouted at himself.  "This is ridiculous...I can't be
constantly haunted by these memories..I HAVE to stay HERE!"  He
punctuated his frustration by slamming his fist into the door.

"Woah!  Not enough coffee, or tea, or whatever you Brit's drink for
caffeine..this morning!"  Buffy brightly intoned behind him.  Giles
was slightly more rumpled than she had left him four weeks ago,
but, still intact.  She smiled cheerfully.

Giles spun around to face his Slayer. "Buffy." He mumbled.
Absently, and rather haphazardly, he tugged his glasses off and ran
his hand through his hair.   He seemed to disappear into some dank
corner of his mind, before returning suddenly.  "Uh..I....ah, that
is..Hello.  H--how was your, uh..vacation?"

Buffy's forehead creased with bemusement.  "My vacation was
excellent.  Very restful.  I highly recommend it, for you in
particular, and the world in general."

"That's nice."  Giles pushed his office door open, practically
bolting in, grabbing a book at random, and racing out.  As if
outracing demons.

Buffy felt her lips twist as she tried to repress a giggle.  Her happy
euphoria couldn't even be dimmed by Giles.  Trailing after him
with a bounce in her step, she spun a chair around and straddled it.

"Where's Willow?  You seen her recently?"  The question popped
out of nowhere, one of a million social questions that Buffy had
percolating in her brain.

Giles response was more spectatular.  He entirely missed the chair
he was about to sit in.   Buffy jumped up to help him up, only now
beginning to get suspicious of his behaviour.

"Well, Giles?  Have you seen her?  Or, how about Xander or
Angel?"  Buffy prodded.

"N-nno.  I haven't seen Xander.  I...is he back from his holidays as
well?"  Giles skipped past the former and the later for the one in the
middle.  At least that was a question he could honestly answer.

"Should be."  Buffy resituated herself on the chair, her chin rested
on her forearms  across the high back.  "He left before me, and was
supposed to be back before me."

"Oh."  The answer was halfhearted, and more than slightly
disinterested.   The Watcher instead focused his gaze on the book,
silently cursing the foolish haste that made him grab it.  Aesop's
Fables, in their original germanic text.  Somehow, he doubted he'd
get any great pearls of wisdom out of this.

Buffy gave a little grunt at him, his head shot up.  "So, I answered
the Xander question for YOU," she stressed.  "How about you
tackle the Willow question for me?"  She levelled a sweet
saccharine smile at him.

Frustration , anger and dismay flooded him, and it raced like
shadows across his features, despite the best effort to contain it.
" I can't."

Buffy let a little frown mar her face.  "Can't or won't?"  She leaned
forward on the chair, her rear end lifted off the seat.  "Somethings
going on, Giles..and I want to know what."

Giles stared at the hard eyes of the Slayer.  In his worst imaginings,
he didn't think this would get as ugly as he now feared it would.
The promise he had made again asserted itself firmly in his brain,
and he shied away from his desire to just tell the truth.

He opened his mouth, prepared to deliver a total false account of
his interactions with Willow.

The library door slammed open.  "She's GONE!"  Xander's bellow
was filled with pain.  The boy came into their view.  He was
breathing heavy, as if he had run the entire way, and tear-trails
marked along his face.  "Willow's gone.  Her parents say she
disappeared two weeks ago....they went to the police, and
everything..and they had to...they think she's..."  Xander stopped,
taking a deep breath.  He extended a clenched hand, a slim sheet of
paper crumpled within that firm grip.  "They gave me a note she
left me..if she were to...they..she..with all the accidents that happen
around here, the cops said she might be d-ddead."

End Part One

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