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Buffyfic-digest Saturday, February 21 1998 Volume 02 : Number 039
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (8/?) by Ingrid
BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: BUFFYFIC "Maybe Later" (1/2)
BUFFYFIC: All Alone in the Night Part 4/5
BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (8/?) by Ingrid
BUFFYFIC: Sweethearts 1/1
Re: BUFFYFIC: Discuss: Sweethearts 1/1
Re: DISCUSS:BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (8/?) by Ingrid
Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS:Sweethearts 1/1
BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS:Sweethearts 1/1
BUFFYFIC: "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?" 1/1
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Date: Fri, 20 Feb 1998 22:16:08 -0500
From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (8/?) by Ingrid
My sort of new
DISCLAIMER: Buffy Sommers, Willow Rosenberg, Rupert Giles,
Jenny Calendar & co. are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant
Enemy, Kuzui, Sandollar, and the WB. I borrow them without
permission, and IÆm not making any money on this.
SUMMARY: I couldnÆt help it. DonÆt hurt me please, but this oneÆs
gonna be funny. I canÆt see it going in any other direction! Willow,
Giles, Buffy, Angel & Jenny. This takes place within the normal
Buffyverse thus far. If you donÆt get this, thatÆs æcause you havenÆt
read the other parts. If you want to get this, ask me for them. IÆd
love to hear any comments you have, so write to me at Ingrid29
@juno.com. Two consecutive parts- IÆm doing well, non?
***
"Ghost of a Chance," by Ingrid
Part Eight
***
Buffy forced her legs to take her to where the two bodies lay. She
felt like she was moving in slow motion. The smoke must have
affected her brain, she thought absently. She dropped to the ground
near Angelà At least, she hoped it was Angel. The teachers soon
joined her, planting themselves between Angel and Willow.
Buffy stared at his face distractedly. The vampiric features had sunk
into his face, leaving his forehead smooth, and his features innocent.
Hopefully, no one had called the fire department. The slayer craned
her neck to see a rather drunk looking Giles trying to comfort an
exhausted Miss Calendar. She had to get points for effort, Buffy thought
to herself, and turned back to Angel, who was slowly returning to
consciousness.
His eyelids fluttered a few times, and eventually he saw her sitting
above him.
"Buffy?" He paused. "Did it work? I feel weird."
"I guess so," she answered, smiling lethargically.
"Gosh. I hope Xander doesnÆt get mad at me. I didnÆt tell him about
any of this."
BuffyÆs eyes shot open in a millisecond. "No." She clapped a hand to
her forehead. "No. This is *not* happening."
"What?" Angel/Willow replied, looking puzzled.
"Touch your face," Buffy commanded.
Angel/Willow did as she asked, and her face contorted in horror as she
realized what had happened. "Oh my God! IÆm Angel!"
Both Jenny and Giles snapped their necks with the force of turning
around. Jenny just put her head in her hands and sunk to the ground," and
Giles gave Buffy and Angel/Willow a sheepish glance.
"Practice makes perfect?"
***
Willow/Angel took a good 10 minutes after that to awake.
"Buffy?" It was so weird to think that Angel was inside the petite
redhead.
"Yeah, Angel, itÆs me. Glad to um.. have you back."
"WhatÆs wrong?"
"We had some uhà"
"Technical difficulties," Giles interjected.
Miss Calendar groaned.
"What do you mean?" Willow/Angel looked panicked.
"Nothing we canÆt fix," Buffy answered nervously.
"Spit it out, Buffy," he demanded. "I canÆt even think straight, let
alone
figure out what youÆre trying to tell me."
Suddenly Angel saw himself looking over BuffyÆs shoulder.
"What the-" He tried to sit up.
Big mistake. The earth was spinning and it didnÆt stop for another 5
minutes. He was back where he started, on the ground, and confused as
hell.
"Buffy-"
"Okay. I know. LetÆs see- How can I explain thisà"
"For GodÆs sake, Buffy! Angel, your soul got switched with WillowsÆ.
YouÆre
in WillowÆs body," Giles informed him, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Willow/AngelÆs features crinkled in dismay as the realization hit home.
He
felt the long hair at his sides and choked.
"Angel, I know what you must be thinking, but donÆt worry! WeÆre gonna
fix
this whole little mix-up faster that youÆll even notice it!"
He didnÆt look convinced as she helped him up, propping him against her
to steady him.
"Uhhà Buffy?" A voice came from behind her. In an instant, all eyes were
upon Angel/Willow. "IÆm kind of hungry. And I donÆt mean for burgers and
fries."
***
END, PART 8. =) =) =) Sorry! I couldnÆt help myself!!!
Comments? Questions?
"The one good thing about being wrong is the joy it brings to others."
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Date: Fri, 20 Feb 1998 22:41:17 -0500
From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: BUFFYFIC "Maybe Later" (1/2)
Christina-
*Nice* writing. The characters are absolutely flawless. Glad to hear from
Jenny and Giles. There aren't that many stories about them as far as
Buffyfic goes. Can I hope for a sequel?
- -Ingrid
"The one good thing about being wrong is the joy it brings to others."
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Date: Fri, 20 Feb 1998 23:04:55 EST
From: NuPhalanx@aol.com
Subject: BUFFYFIC: All Alone in the Night Part 4/5
TITLE: All Alone in the Night
AUTHOR: Mike Z.
EMAIL ADDRESS: NuPhalanx@aol.com
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Anya, Zandarah and the East Coast Buffy Crew site.
Others, please ask.
RATING: PG, maybe PG-13
CONTENT WARNING: language, violence
DEDICATION: to Meawan, LadyRHood, KatyZ, and Trey Cash.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy & Co, Joss Whedon and the WB do, no
copyright infringement intended, please don't sue me!
All Alone in the Night Part 4/5
By NuPhalanx
AuthorÆs Notes: I always wanted Cordy to kick some butt. And I want Marci to
come back. Well, here is my idea for doing that.
Dulcimer sighed as Cordelia ran from the room. He didnÆt want to end up
chasing her again, so he turned to Marci and Rissalla and motioned with his
hands.
"Stay put. IÆll go get her, just make sure she doesnÆt come back this way."
He favored Marci with a hard stare that made her squirm. "No rough stuff,
understand?"
Marci gulped and nodded in reply. Dulcimer was obviously pissed and ready to
take it out on someone. Marci didnÆt want to be on the receiving end of one
of his famous rants. She risked a glance at Rissalla and noticed that she was
paler than usual. Dulcimer glared at the pair for a few more seconds, then
turned on his heel and followed Cordelia.
He very carefully opened the saloon doors and stepped in to the kitchen. He
stuffed the gun back in its holster, checking it first to make sure the safety
was on. Then he cleared his throat and called out to her.
"Cordelia? ItÆs okay, IÆm not going to hurt you." He slowly moved towards the
center of the room, trying to watch all sides at once. He could see the back
door; it was still securely locked. He shook his head û a smart person
wouldÆve been outside by now. But then, trying to run from three others wasnÆt
easy, and Cordelia hadnÆt been in the best of shape after Marci had slugged
her.
Cordelia froze when she heard his voice. She was hiding in the utility room,
with the knife in her hand and some other tools nearby. She gripped the knife
tighter as his footsteps sounded in the kitchen.
æThis is one sick bastard,Æ she thought, shivering. æI should have known!Æ
Cordelia raged at herself for being too trusting. Why couldnÆt she be like
Buffy and just suspect everybody? She tried to keep her breathing steady as
Dulcimer called out again.
"Okay, look û IÆm going to put my gun on the table." She heard a rustling
sound and then a metallic clink as the gun was placed down. There were more
footsteps as he walked around to the other side of the kitchen.
æNow what?Æ Cordelia asked herself.
***
Angel crept up to the house, senses straining as he probed the area. He
wasnÆt sure who had just entered CordeliaÆs house, but he had seen a man open
the door. He had a gun, and he didnÆt look friendly.
He was relieved when he sensed CordeliaÆs heartbeat inside, and three others.
That meant it wasnÆt vampires that had invaded her home, but three humans
would be tough û especially if all of them had guns. He didnÆt want Cordelia
getting hurt, and he wasnÆt too worried about getting shot. Still, he was
less than thrilled at the idea of a fight without some backup.
Angel slowly peered in to the living room. He could see two women standing
near the front door, talking to each other. He frowned, confused as to why the
two werenÆt doing anything. The man with the gun was nowhere to be seen.
Puzzled, he made his way around the house. He stopped next to another window
and looked inside. He could see a large kitchen, and the back door û and the
man was laying his gun down on the table. Angel focused his hearing; the man
was saying something.
He was asking Cordelia to come out, and that he wouldnÆt hurt her. He
appeared to be in charge here, so Angel decided that this man was the primary
threat. He would have to be dealt with first, and then the two women. He could
feel his dark side stirring, anticipating the coming fight. He forced back the
bloodlust with sheer force of will.
æIÆm sure CordeliaÆs parents have plenty of insurance û this is going to get
messy,Æ he thought, taking a few steps away from the house. He looked at the
windows in front of him and gauged the best place to break through. æHere
goes. ItÆs a good thing she invited me in when I escorted her home.Æ
***
Dulcimer leaned back against the sink and crossed his arms over his chest.
Why did women have to be so stubborn? Cordelia in particular was extremely so.
He found it to be an endearing quality, but his patience was starting to wear
thin.
"Cordelia, please û you have my word I wonÆt hurt you." This was starting to
get annoying.
Cordelia decided to come out; it wasnÆt going to do any good otherwise. She
didnÆt relish having to face Marci and her friend again, so maybe she could
talk her way out of this.
æYea, and Xander will marry me, too,Æ her inner voice told her, as she
stepped out of the utility room on shaky legs. She had the knife in her hand,
just in case.
Dulcimer smiled at her. He didnÆt move from his spot. Cordelia stopped at the
edge of the kitchen and gave him a questioning look. He glanced at the knife
she held.
"Well, have a seat, please," he drawled, motioning at a nearby stool.
Cordelia shook her head and backed way a step. Her eyes were darting around
the room.
"Where are your little bitches?" she asked, glaring at him. "Or can you
handle a woman by yourself?" Dulcimer threw back his head and laughed.
"You have such spirit! ItÆs beautiful, did you know that?" To CordeliaÆs
annoyance, a large grin had appeared on his face. "Look, if I had wanted to
hurt you, I wouldÆve done so by now." His voice was steady, with just a hint
of menace.
"Okay, so share - what do you want?" she asked, trying to keep her legs from
trembling. Too bad she couldnÆt do the same for her hands. æThis guy is a
freak!Æ she raged. æWhat the hell is he playing at?Æ
Dulcimer wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before continuing. He
moved just a little closer to her, but she noticed and held the knife just a
little higher. Sighing, he sat back down and cleared his throat.
"Look, Marci has a history with you. I donÆt have a problem with that. This
little exercise was something I set up so she would get some field
experience." He stared at her with a grim expression on his face. Cordelia was
a little wide eyed, but still paying attention. "The government was - is
perverting these kids. I just couldnÆt allow that to happen." He started
pacing, gesturing with his hands as he spoke.
"So you teaching them how to be a stalker is better?" she retorted angrily,
crossing her arms and huffing at him. She glanced at the gun on the counter.
It was still loaded. "This was all just a sick game?" Her voice shook with
rage, and fear. She briefly considered grabbing the gun now, but controlled
the impulse.
"No! IÆm trying to teach them how to survive!" he replied, fixing her with an
odd gaze. "Someone out there is killing people, and blaming it on a few
renegades. Like Marci and myself," he added, moving just a little closer to
her. She didnÆt back away this time.
Rubbing the back of her head, Cordelia answered him. "It sure feels like she
knows how to kill," she observed, with just a bit of sarcasm in her voice.
"Does that turn you on?" She moved just a little closer to the counter,
keeping her eyes on his. A strange look crossed DulcimerÆs face as he took in
her words.
"No! I just wanted to ask you if you could-"
With a thundering crash, a figure leapt through the kitchen window. Dulcimer
and Cordelia ducked in separate directions, trying to avoid the flying glass
and other debris. Cordelia had managed to grab his gun while taking cover. She
stared wide-eyed at the figure that was hauling itself off the floor and
turning to grab Dulcimer by the throat. Angel!
He was wearing his game face. Dulcimer didnÆt know what hit him - Angel
quickly grabbed the other man and threw him against the refrigerator. Dulcimer
collapsed in a heap on the floor. Angel was squatting beside her in the next
instant, giving her a once-over to check on her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, glancing at her head. She nodded her assent. He
grasped her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Stay here. IÆll take care of his
friends." She nodded again, and watched as he bounded through the doors to the
next room.
***
Marci and Rissalla had heard the crash, and had faded out. Angel stepped in to
the living room, acting like he couldnÆt see anything. æI canÆt see you, but I
can hear your hearts!Æ he thought, stopping in the middle of the room. He
wanted to have plenty of space to deal with these two. As he concentrated, he
realized he had done the right thing. One of them was slowly approaching him
from either side. However, both would not reach him at the same time.
His dark side was aching to be let loose, to tear, to kill. Angel carefully
let just a little of it out, for he had seen the terrified look on CordeliaÆs
face. He wanted these people to feel the same terror Cordelia had.
A smile fell on his features as he turned to deal with the closest girl. She
hesitated for just a second - which was all he needed. He lashed out with his
left arm, connecting hard with her jaw. The girl let out a yelp of pain and
surprise.
æHow did he do that?Æ Rissalla wondered, rubbing her jaw. æWhat is this guy?Æ
While she was still deciding what to do, Angel managed to grab her and throw
her against the front door. Rissalla crashed against the solid oak and slumped
to the floor, stunned. æOne down.Æ
Marci decided to try her luck while he was occupied with her friend, and
tried to attack Angel from the rear. æWhatever he is, heÆs good. HeÆs probably
one of those Slayer things,Æ she thought, dropping in to a fighting stance. æI
almost beat Buffy. I can beat this guy.Æ
She managed to land a solid kick to his back. Angel growled and fell to the
floor; then whirled and raked his claws against her midsection. Marci
screamed in pain and tried to move away, but Angel was faster. He was also
angry - his next punch had enough force in it to knock Marci against the wall.
She rebounded with a loud THUNK and fell to the floor.
Grimacing, he stood up and rubbed his back. It had been a solid kick; had he
been a normal man he wouldnÆt have been walking now. He quickly scanned the
room for others, just to make sure. He could sense his two attackers, but no
one else.
Angel was just deciding what to do next when he heard the gunshot. Suddenly
sick with fear, he ran back to the kitchen.
***
Cordelia went over to the broken window and took a look outside. No one else
was out there. Puzzled, she wondered where Buffy was. Usually Angel and she
handled this kind of stuff together.
Dulcimer groaned and stood up slowly. He has shaking his head and trying to
gather his bearings when he heard the sound of a safety clicking off. He
looked at Cordelia, who was standing against the far wall with the gun aimed
at his head. A look of uncertainty appeared in his eyes as he realized what
had happened.
"Put that down!" he snapped, standing up straight. "You could really hurt
somebody."
Cordelia raised an eyebrow at him and smiled a dangerous little smile. "Like
you, maybe?" She motioned with the gun. "Sit back down!" She was happy daddy
had showed her how to use a gun. Mr. Chase would occasionally go target
shooting, but Cordelia had hated the thought of using a gun. It was just
so..messy!
Dulcimer grinned at her. "You will not shoot me." He turned and took a step
for the back door. He heard the gun being cocked, and froze for a second.
Without looking back, he said over his shoulder "DonÆt play with that unless
you mean to use it." Then he kept going. He knew this girl - she would not
shoot him. She was just another spoiled rich girl, used to getting her own way
and having someone else do the dirty work.
"Stop!" Cordelia shouted, waving the gun in his direction. She had to stop
this maniac. æIÆm scared scared scared IÆve never fired a gun oh God what do I
do?Æ He took another step towards the back door. Five more to go. Another
step. Then another.
"I SAID STOP!" Cordelia yelled, all her fear of the nights events surfacing.
This freak was not getting away. He had to go to jail. He was dangerous, and
so were the people with him. Her finger tightened on the trigger. He had
reached the back door and was unlocking it.
"Goodbye, Cordelia!" he sang, turning the latch.
"NO!" she screamed, and pulled the trigger. The gun sent a shock wave up her
arms as it fired. To her horror, she watched as Dulcimer writhed and fell to
the ground, clutching his back. Her hands were shaking violently. She dropped
the gun and tried to stop them, but then her legs started shaking, too. She
sank to the floor and tried to control her limbs, but they seemed to have a
mind of their own. There was a load roaring sound in her ears, and everything
was spinningà.
Angel practically ripped the doors off the hinges as he rushed in to the
kitchen. Cordelia was unconscious next to the center counter. He couldnÆt see
Dulcimer. Fearing the worst, he knelt beside her and checked her pulse. Her
heart was beating strongly, if somewhat rapidly. He could sense no blood, much
to his relief. That meant she hadnÆt been shot.
Then he saw the gun. It was lying on the floor not too far from Cordelia.
Puzzled, he looked around the kitchen again and noticed the open door.
Dulcimer had gotten away.
He could sense the other two people hurriedly leaving the house. He gathered
Cordelia in his arms and tried to wake her. In the distance, he could hear
sirens wailing, and coming closer.
"ItÆs over, Cordelia," he whispered, hugging her close to him. æThis timeÆ his
inner voice reminded him. Cordelia stirred and whipped her head around,
looking for something.
"Where.. where did he go?" she asked, struggling to sit up. Angel held her
close and whispered soothing sounds in her ear.
"ItÆs okay, theyÆre gone." He rocked her slightly for a moment, then helped
her to her feet. She was shaking and had started to cry.
"He.. He said that I wouldnÆt shoot him. I had to!" she exclaimed, looking up
at him with wild eyes. Angel was just a little afraid of what condition she
was in. Shock, and something else. He hugged her tightly to his body and
continued to reassure her.
"Shh.. you did the right thing." She was sobbing openly now, burying her face
in his shoulder. Angel slowly started moving towards the living room; he could
hear several policemen running up the driveway.
æThis was one interesting patrol,Æ he thought to himself.
End part 4
- -
------------------------------
Date: Fri, 20 Feb 1998 23:09:18 -0500
From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (8/?) by Ingrid
Okay guysà I tried to send this part before, and IÆm not sure
if it got posted, because my server had a heart attack trying to
handle all my mail. Forgive me if this is a reprint!
My sort of new
DISCLAIMER: Buffy Sommers, Willow Rosenberg, Rupert Giles,
Jenny Calendar & co. are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant
Enemy, Kuzui, Sandollar, and the WB. I borrow them without
permission, and IÆm not making any money on this.
SUMMARY: I couldnÆt help it. DonÆt hurt me please, but this oneÆs
gonna be funny. I canÆt see it going in any other direction! Willow,
Giles, Buffy, Angel & Jenny. This takes place within the normal
Buffyverse thus far. If you donÆt get this, thatÆs æcause you havenÆt
read the other parts. If you want to get this, ask me for them. IÆd
love to hear any comments you have, so write to me at Ingrid29
@juno.com. Two consecutive parts- IÆm doing well, non?
***
"Ghost of a Chance," by Ingrid
Part Eight
***
Buffy forced her legs to take her to where the two bodies lay. She
felt like she was moving in slow motion. The smoke must have
affected her brain, she thought absently. She dropped to the
ground near Angelà At least, she hoped it was Angel. The
teachers soon joined her, planting themselves between Angel
and Willow.
Buffy stared at his face distractedly. The vampiric features had
sunk into his face, leaving his forehead smooth, and his features
innocent. Hopefully, no one had called the fire department. The
slayer craned her neck to see a rather drunk looking Giles trying
to comfort an exhausted Miss Calendar. She had to get points
for effort, Buffy thought to herself, and turned back to Angel, who
was slowly returning to consciousness.
His eyelids fluttered a few times, and eventually he saw her sitting
above him.
"Buffy?" He paused. "Did it work? I feel weird."
"I guess so," she answered, smiling lethargically.
"Gosh. I hope Xander doesnÆt get mad at me. I didnÆt tell him about
any of this."
BuffyÆs eyes shot open in a millisecond. "No." She clapped a hand to
her forehead. "No. This is *not* happening."
"What?" Angel/Willow replied, looking puzzled.
"Touch your face," Buffy commanded.
Angel/Willow did as she asked, and her face contorted in horror as she
realized what had happened. "Oh my God! IÆm Angel!"
Both Jenny and Giles snapped their necks with the force of turning
around. Jenny just put her head in her hands and sunk to the ground,"
and Giles gave Buffy and Angel/Willow a sheepish glance.
"Practice makes perfect?"
***
Willow/Angel took a good 10 minutes after that to awake.
"Buffy?" It was so weird to think that Angel was inside the petite
redhead.
"Yeah, Angel, itÆs me. Glad to um.. have you back."
"WhatÆs wrong?"
"We had some uhà"
"Technical difficulties," Giles interjected.
Miss Calendar groaned.
"What do you mean?" Willow/Angel looked panicked.
"Nothing we canÆt fix," Buffy answered nervously.
"Spit it out, Buffy," he demanded. "I canÆt even think straight, let
alone
figure out what youÆre trying to tell me."
Suddenly Angel saw himself looking over BuffyÆs shoulder.
"What the-" He tried to sit up.
Big mistake. The earth was spinning and it didnÆt stop for another 5
minutes. He was back where he started, on the ground, and
confused as hell.
"Buffy-"
"Okay. I know. LetÆs see- How can I explain thisà"
"For GodÆs sake, Buffy! Angel, your soul got switched with WillowsÆ.
YouÆre in WillowÆs body," Giles informed him, shouting at the top of
his lungs.
Willow/AngelÆs features crinkled in dismay as the realization hit home.
He felt the long hair at his sides and choked.
"Angel, I know what you must be thinking, but donÆt worry! WeÆre gonna
fix this whole little mix-up faster that youÆll even notice it!"
He didnÆt look convinced as she helped him up, propping him against
her to steady him.
"Uhhà Buffy?" A voice came from behind her. In an instant, all eyes
were upon Angel/Willow. "IÆm kind of hungry. And I donÆt mean for
burgers and fries."
***
END, PART 8. =) =) =) Sorry! I couldnÆt help myself!!!
Comments? Questions?
PS: Really sorry if this is a reprint!
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Date: Sat, 21 Feb 1998 01:50:48 -0500
From: Sali <salii@bestweb.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Sweethearts 1/1
Title: Sweethearts
Author: Sali
E-mail: salii@bestweb.net
Distribution: Ask me first, but i never turn down free (good)
publicity!! :-D
Rating: EC for Excessive Cuteness
Disclaimer: The folks here aren't mine, they belong to Joss and the WB
and whoever else, i'm not allowed to profit from it and neither are you!
:)
Note: This is the sili result of my sorting thru a box of those little
candy hearts w/ the writing on them.
Feedback: PLEASE???? good, bad, or ugly, i'll take whatever you'll
give!! :)
Sweethearts
by Sali (salii@bestweb.net)
- --
There was something taped to her locker when Willow got to school that
morning.
It was a small package. She gently peeled the tape from the locker and
opend the package. Inside was a little candy heart with writing on it.
"E-mail" the little yellow candy proclaimed
Willow smiled and re-wrapped the candy and tucked it into her overalls
front pocket on her way to the library.
Sitting at "her" computer there she looked at the keyboard. Resting
between the g/h and b keys was a little pink heart. On it were the words
"One I" and a small heart.
"Giles?" She called to the Watcher.
"Oh, good morning Willow, i didn't see you come in"
"Morning, did you happen to see who left this here?" She held up the
candy
Giles moved closer and read the pink heart. "Sorry, i haven't seen
anyone else here but you." He looked like he was about to smile, but
quickly returned to the joys of cross refrencing.
"Thanks anyway" she turned the computer on.
Checking her e-mail, she had a few messages from freinds, and one
teacher asking for her help in tutoring a studant.
The last e-mail had an address she hadn't seen before,
"admirer@distance.com"
Reading the e-mail, she saw there was no real text message, just an
ascii image....
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| BBBBBB EEEEEE M M IIIIIIIII N N
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| BBBBB EEEEE M M M I N N N
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| BBBBBB EEEEE M M IIIIIIIII N N
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| W W I L L O O W
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| WW WW IIIIIIIII LLLLLL LLLLL OOOO WW
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She stared at the image for a moment, then the computer beeped, telling
her there was another e-mail waiting.
This one was from dingo2@sunnydale.hs.edu
The text read:
Willow-
I love you.
- -Oz.
Willow brushed a tear from her eye and stood, planning to look for Oz
and tell him how she felt.
Turning from the computer, she saw him standing in the library doorway.
He looked unsure of himself, and her.
She broke into a grin and ran into his arms, hugging him tight.
Finally, she looked up at him..."I love you to Oz" she said quietly. "I
love you too.."
- -End-
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Date: Fri, 20 Feb 1998 23:03:58 +0000
From: vxdarlaxv@juno.com (Darla Love)
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Discuss: Sweethearts 1/1
awwwwwww that is so adorable ...
<waves> i've been pretty much a reader on this list ... i've been
thinking of writing some stuff and sending them in ... we'll see ... when
i have more time on my hand ...
<goes back to lurking>
<giggles>
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Date: Sat, 21 Feb 1998 13:28:21 EST
From: LMcint6188@aol.com
Subject: Re: DISCUSS:BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (8/?) by Ingrid
Cute, very cute...
Its really coming along!
Lins
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Date: Sat, 21 Feb 1998 13:31:39 EST
From: LMcint6188@aol.com
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS:Sweethearts 1/1
Too cute....
Ahhh... I wish people would write more Willow/Oz stories...
They are sooo sweet
Lins
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Date: Sat, 21 Feb 1998 14:22:42 EST
From: SGMIII@aol.com
Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS:Sweethearts 1/1
Hi!
This story was so sweet!! I really liked it. I enjoy a good "Warm Fuzzy"
story. :-)
Keep writing!
Anna
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Date: Sat, 21 Feb 1998 11:48:58 PST
From: "Leslie S." <leslie_s_@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?" 1/1
I acknowledge that Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all associates
characters were created by Joss Whedon. No copyright infringement is
intended. (In other words, please don't sue me.)
Also this is my first finished piece of fanfic in like 10 years, so if
ya got feedback (good, bad or ugly,) IÆd love to hear it!
E-mail to leslie_s_@hotmail.com
Dedicated to my new friends on #buffy
"Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?" 1/1
By Leslie Surgento (LilSprout on IRC)
(Prior to S/I)
Joyce Summers smiled to herself as Buffy scampered up the stairs to her
bedroom. It would be the third time in the past twenty minutes that
Buffy had decided to change her outfit. Joyce allowed herself a moment
of reverie as she thought back to when her parents were first meeting
Hank after she started dating him back in high school. She seemed to
recall changing her outfit once or twice before he arrived, much to the
amusement of her own mother.
"Buffy, you looked fine," Joyce shouted to her daughter. "You also
looked fine the other two times you decided to change. You are starting
to make ME nervous!"
Buffy had just about decided on another outfit when she stopped to
consider her mother's words. She ran down the stairs and into the
kitchen where her mom was getting dinner ready.
"What was that about me making you nervous?" Buffy questioned her mom as
she grabbed a carrot stick from the vegetable tray she was preparing.
"Well kiddo, the way I see it *you* should be nervous about *me*
meeting Angel. But with all your running around and fidgeting. . .it's
making *me* nervous!"
"Sorry mom. I just want tonight to go well."
"Buffy, you know I'm not promising anything. I'm very concerned about
the age difference. He's 22 and you're 16." Buffy started to interrupt
but was silenced when her mother continued. "I know. You'll be 17 next
month, but Buffy, that's still 5 years difference."
Buffy thought back to an evening a week ago. She and Angel had had a
date(?) at the Bronze. It was just going to be coffee, but it was a
start.
It has been a slow week slaying-wise. Even so, Buffy had been surprised
when Giles had suggested that she take the night off. Judging from
their conversation after the incident at the Delta Zeta Kappa fraternity
house, she suspected that Willow had had something to so with that.
Buffy had told her mom that she was going to meet a friend at the Bronze
for coffee.
"Look Buffy, I know you are quite capable of taking care of yourself,
but I am still a bit worried about you walking home so late at night."
Ever since parent-teacher night Joyce seemed to be a bit more relaxed
about Buffy being out on her own at night, but as a parent of a teenage
girl, she still worried. "Will someone be able to bring you home?"
"I'll try to get a ride or else I'm sure Angel will walk me," Buffy
replied.
"Angel? Your history tutor? Is there something you'd like to share with
me?" Joyce prompted.
"What do you wanna know?" Buffy asked, suddenly feeling like she was
five years old again.
"What all mothers want to know. Do you like him a lot? Does he like
you a lot. Is it serious?" she paused. "How old is he?"
At that last one Buffy swallowed hard. She didn't want to lie to her
mom, but it wasn't as if she could tell her the truth. "Uh...I never
really asked......." Joyce gave her daughter her best skeptical look.
Buffy felt her resolve weakening as she searched for something to tell
her mother. She thought she remembered Angel saying he was twenty-two
when Darla "converted" him. "But I think he's, uh twenty......"
More skeptical lookage. "...two," Buffy finally managed to squeak out.
"Let's go back to the 'is it serious' part," Buffy's mom eyed her with
serious intent.
"We're just getting together for coffee...not running off to get
married." Buffy responded.
"OK for tonight, but I want to meet him Buffy, really meet him. I
hardly count that passing hello in the front hall last year. I have to
look out for my little girl." Joyce impulsively reached out to hug her
daughter.
"I'm not so little any more you know," Buffy responded as she hugged
her mom back. "Mom, are you crying?"
"Just a little. You're right. You're not so little any more. Sorry.
Now go. Have a good time and invite Angel for dinner next week."
"Dinner?" Buffy questioned trying not to look horrified.
"Is something wrong with dinner?"
"Oh noàdinner is great." Buffy glued a smile to her face. "I'll see if
he can make it next week sometime."
"Have fun, but be careful." Joyce warned.
"I will mom." Buffy gave her mom's hand a reassuring squeeze before
leaving out the front door.
*****
As Buffy approached the Bronze, she could see Angel standing by the door
waiting for her. The smile that he had been wearing when he first saw
her approaching was quickly replaced by a look of concern once she had
gotten to the door.
"Buffy, you OK?" Angel anxiously asked her.
"Uh yeah. No. I mean...can we walk?"
"Sure," Angel replied as he offered her his hand. Buffy took hold of
Angel's hand and led him from the Bronze.
"How much do you care about me?" Buffy finally asked after several
moments of silence.
"You know I.." Angel hesitated, not quite able to use the word 'love'
yet, "care a lot about you."
"Enough to meet my mom?" Buffy quickly blurted out.
"You had me worried there. I thought something was really wrong." Angel
replied as he pulled her close and hugged her to himself, and had he
been able to, he would have breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll be happy
to meet your mom under pleasant circumstances."
"But you don't understand. She asked me to invite you over for
*dinner*." Buffy emphasized that last word.
"Dinner?" Angel raised his eyebrows at her.
"Yes dinner, you know when girl, that would be me, invites boy, that
would be you, over to my parents, or in this case parent, for an evening
of pure tortureàfor said boy and girl. But in this case doubly so.
It's not like when she asks me what your favorite meal is I can just say
B-positive!"
Angel just looked down at her and began to chuckle.
"What is so funny? It may not be as hazardous as slaying the odd demon
or two bu-" Angel cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. When he
finally broke off the kiss, much to Buffy's disappointment, she looked
expectantly up at him.
"It'll be OK. Can your mom make something vegetarian?"
"I guess so," Buffy replied. "Can you eat that?"
"Most regular foods, especially meat, don't sit well withà" he
hesitated. ". . .my kind, but I can manage a vegetarian meal here and
there."
"So you'll do it? You'll come for dinner and be subjected to..I don't
expect it will be as bad as the Spanish Inquisition. . ."
"Buffyànobody expects the Spanish Inquisition," Angel joked, cutting her
off once again.
"Huh?" Buffy scrunched up her face trying to get the joke.
"I used to watch a lot of late night TV. Never mind. It'll be fine."
"If you say so." Buffy didn't sound entirely convinced, but she trusted
Angel so she believed it would be fine.
After settling the date for the following week, Buffy and Angel made
their way back to the Bronze.
*****
"Mom?" Buffy began snapping back to the present. "Why don't you just
admit that you're worried about the whole sex issue?"
Joyce tried not to cringe as she heard her daughter use the word "sex."
Instead she replied, "Is it that apparent? I had hoped it wouldn't be."
Buffy regarded her mother and pondered the meaning of what she had just
said.
"I thought that moms were supposed to get all wiggy about thoughts that
their teenage daughters might be having sex with their boyfriends."
"Are you?" Joyce asked hesitantly, not knowing if she really wanted to
hear an answer.
"No, we're not," Buffy informed her mom. Joyce visibly relaxed. "Angel
and I care very much about each other, and I can't say it hasn't
crossed my mindà" Buffy paused almost surprised at what she had just
admitted to her mother.
"But?" Joyce prompted.
Buffy chose her next words very carefully. It wasn't as if she could
tell her mom the whole truth.
"But at the moment its a non-issue. We're still learning about each
other. Neither of us is ready for something like that."
On an impulse, Joyce walked over to her daughter and gave her a big hug.
Just then the doorbell rang. After a moment, Buffy broke away from her
mom to go answer the door.
"Buffy?"
"Yeah mom?"
"I hope you know that when you feel the time is right, you'll be able
talk to me about it."
"I know I can mom, and I will." Buffy replied.
At that point there was nothing more for Joyce to do but say a small
prayer, set the vegetable tray in the living room, and hope that this
Angel person was half as wonderful as Buffy seemed to think.
- -End-
(Any suggestions for the dinner scene Epilogue I am currently working
on??? Let me know!)
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