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buffyfic-digest        Thursday, April 9 1998        Volume 02 : Number 115



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       BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (7/?) by Ingrid
       BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (7/?) by Ingrid

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Date: Thu, 9 Apr 1998 15:40:57 -0400
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (7/?) by Ingrid

DISCLAIMER: The characters of Angel, Buffy, Cordelia,
Willow, Xander, Jenny, Giles & company are the property
of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions,
and The Warner Brothers Network, and are used without
permission. The author claims no rights to these characters.

SUMMARY: This one deals with Xander and CordeliaÆs
relationship quite a bit.

Welcome to my story. This one might
be a tad difficult to understand at first, since it takes place
ten years into the future, and IÆm not telling you whatÆs
happened in advance. IÆm going to reveal that as time
goes on in the story. I love to get feedback, except when
my mailbox explodes, which is often, but send it anyway!
My address is [e-mail]. If you donÆt get this,
thatÆs because you havenÆt read the other parts. If you want
to get this, ask me for them!

*********
"Reunion," by Ingrid
Part Seven: "Picture Window"
*********

Xander sunk into the overstuffed armchair and watched the
flurries weave circuitous paths to the ground outside the huge
picture window. The gently sloped landscape spread for miles
in all directions, pure and untouched. Inside it was warm, but
not particularly cozy. The ceilings were high, and the room
bare and contemporary. The only furniture in it was the chair,
a sofa, and a long, black and glass coffee table.

He hadnÆt turned the lights on, and the bluish glow from
outside was creeping into the place, making it cold and
uncomfortably large. He pulled his sweater closer for warmth.
He didnÆt think heÆd ever get over how cold it was here, having
lived in Sunnydale all his life.

"Of the past!" His wifeÆs voice was exuberant, drawing his
eyes back towards the kitchen, where light was dispersing the
darkness near the arc of the open door. TheyÆd been working
like this all day, occasionally speaking out in joyous tones when
they were able to translate something. Most of the time, though,
there was simply silence.

He scribbled something down in his notebook and mused on it
for a while. Then he looked outside the picture window again.
The snowflakes were really accumulating. They might have a
storm on their hands tonight. He shivered and closed his small
computer.

He rested his head on the back of the chair and closed his
eyes. Even their murmuring had died down now, and there
was nothing.

After a few seconds had ticked by, he heard the door open,
a quick goodbye, and then it shutting yet again. A car pulled
out of the driveway mechanically; smoothly.

Soft footsteps approached, and he felt a delicate arm around
his shoulders. He let her lift the tiny computer and the notebook
from his lap, and set them on the table.

She slipped next to him on the chair and buried her head in his
sweater.

He drew her to him with one arm, and watched the falling snow
over her shoulder. Something red darted across a far off hill.

A rabbit seeking shelter from this bitterly cold weather, he
guessed, and sighed. He looked back at Cordelia.

Her tired eyes were closed, and her arms loose around him.
She was breathing shallowly; gently.

At last, she rested.

That was when the cell phone on the table rang sharply.
Cordelia mumbled something unintelligible. He picked
up after 4 rings, figuring that whoever it was that was
calling wasnÆt planning on giving up.

"Hello?" He spoke flatly into the phone, with a tone that
was almost complaining.

"Xander?"

He jumped at hearing her voice, which woke Cordelia
up again.

"Buffy?"

"Yeah. ItÆs me. Listen, I donÆt want to bother you, but is
Cordelia available by any chance?"

He looked at his wife, who was now bolt upright in the
chair, worlds of worry on her tired face.

"Yeah, sheÆs here," he sighed, and handed the phone
over.

"Buffy?" He watched her pull the tangled hair back from
her face as she anxiously stood up.

He watched her absorb the information, looking
distant, thoughtful, and agitated.

"Buffy, weÆve just read a prophesy- Corin and I have
been having the dreams. You have to come up here
as soon as possible. Do you have any vacation time?"

She waited.

So Buffy was going to show up again. He thought
about what it would be like seeing her in the big
house. Maybe they could forget what had happened.

Or maybe they wouldnÆt be able to, and theyÆd just
stand there awkwardly, still wishing *she* was alive.

"YouÆve got to get Giles to come too," she answered
into the phone, "Tell him itÆs necessary. Tell him itÆs
important."

Minutes passed reluctantly, and he found his gaze
drifting back to the snow on the hill. The rabbit was
gone.

He heard the beep that meant sheÆd hung up.

"SheÆs coming in two days."
*****
END, PART SEVEN
Send all your feedback to [e-mail]

Ingrid: Author of many long Buffyfics (and some short ones). "Return to
Normalcy,"
"One Vampire's Headache...," "This Fleeting Hope," "Ghost of a Chance,"
"Tragic
Sighs" and "Footsteps."

_____________________________________________________________________
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Date: Fri, 10 Apr 1998 00:10:25 -0400
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (7/?) by Ingrid

Hmm... I don't think this part mailed correctly,
because I didn't get it myself, and I got part eight.
Forgive me if this is a reprint! =)
- -Ingrid

DISCLAIMER: The characters of Angel, Buffy, Cordelia,
Willow, Xander, Jenny, Giles & company are the property
of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions,
and The Warner Brothers Network, and are used without
permission. The author claims no rights to these characters.

SUMMARY: This one deals with Xander and CordeliaÆs
relationship quite a bit.

Welcome to my story. This one might
be a tad difficult to understand at first, since it takes place
ten years into the future, and IÆm not telling you whatÆs
happened in advance. IÆm going to reveal that as time
goes on in the story. I love to get feedback, except when
my mailbox explodes, which is often, but send it anyway!
My address is [e-mail]. If you donÆt get this,
thatÆs because you havenÆt read the other parts. If you want
to get this, ask me for them!

*********
"Reunion," by Ingrid
Part Seven: "Picture Window"
*********

Xander sunk into the overstuffed armchair and watched the
flurries weave circuitous paths to the ground outside the huge
picture window. The gently sloped landscape spread for miles
in all directions, pure and untouched. Inside it was warm, but
not particularly cozy. The ceilings were high, and the room
bare and contemporary. The only furniture in it was the chair,
a sofa, and a long, black and glass coffee table.

He hadnÆt turned the lights on, and the bluish glow from
outside was creeping into the place, making it cold and
uncomfortably large. He pulled his sweater closer for warmth.
He didnÆt think heÆd ever get over how cold it was here, having
lived in Sunnydale all his life.

"Of the past!" His wifeÆs voice was exuberant, drawing his
eyes back towards the kitchen, where light was dispersing the
darkness near the arc of the open door. TheyÆd been working
like this all day, occasionally speaking out in joyous tones when
they were able to translate something. Most of the time, though,
there was simply silence.

He scribbled something down in his notebook and mused on it
for a while. Then he looked outside the picture window again.
The snowflakes were really accumulating. They might have a
storm on their hands tonight. He shivered and closed his small
computer.

He rested his head on the back of the chair and closed his
eyes. Even their murmuring had died down now, and there
was nothing.

After a few seconds had ticked by, he heard the door open,
a quick goodbye, and then it shutting yet again. A car pulled
out of the driveway mechanically; smoothly.

Soft footsteps approached, and he felt a delicate arm around
his shoulders. He let her lift the tiny computer and the notebook
from his lap, and set them on the table.

She slipped next to him on the chair and buried her head in his
sweater.

He drew her to him with one arm, and watched the falling snow
over her shoulder. Something red darted across a far off hill.

A rabbit seeking shelter from this bitterly cold weather, he
guessed, and sighed. He looked back at Cordelia.

Her tired eyes were closed, and her arms loose around him.
She was breathing shallowly; gently.

At last, she rested.

That was when the cell phone on the table rang sharply.
Cordelia mumbled something unintelligible. He picked
up after 4 rings, figuring that whoever it was that was
calling wasnÆt planning on giving up.

"Hello?" He spoke flatly into the phone, with a tone that
was almost complaining.

"Xander?"

He jumped at hearing her voice, which woke Cordelia
up again.

"Buffy?"

"Yeah. ItÆs me. Listen, I donÆt want to bother you, but is
Cordelia available by any chance?"

He looked at his wife, who was now bolt upright in the
chair, worlds of worry on her tired face.

"Yeah, sheÆs here," he sighed, and handed the phone
over.

"Buffy?" He watched her pull the tangled hair back from
her face as she anxiously stood up.

He watched her absorb the information, looking
distant, thoughtful, and agitated.

"Buffy, weÆve just read a prophesy- Corin and I have
been having the dreams. You have to come up here
as soon as possible. Do you have any vacation time?"

She waited.

So Buffy was going to show up again. He thought
about what it would be like seeing her in the big
house. Maybe they could forget what had happened.

Or maybe they wouldnÆt be able to, and theyÆd just
stand there awkwardly, still wishing *she* was alive.

"YouÆve got to get Giles to come too," she answered
into the phone, "Tell him itÆs necessary. Tell him itÆs
important."

Minutes passed reluctantly, and he found his gaze
drifting back to the snow on the hill. The rabbit was
gone.

He heard the beep that meant sheÆd hung up.

"SheÆs coming in two days."
*****
END, PART SEVEN
Send all your feedback to [e-mail]


Ingrid: Author of many long Buffyfics (and some short ones). "Return to
Normalcy,"
"One Vampire's Headache...," "This Fleeting Hope," "Ghost of a Chance,"
"Tragic
Sighs" and "Footsteps."

_____________________________________________________________________
You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail.
Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com
Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866]


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