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buffyfic-digest         Monday, April 13 1998         Volume 02 : Number 127



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (12/?) by Ingrid
       BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: My Buffy Xovers
       BUFFYFIC: Slayer be Slain ~ Third Mailing

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Date: Mon, 13 Apr 1998 20:39:04 -0400
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (12/?) 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: You know the story. 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 Twelve: "Xander"
*********

The first thing that struck her as he emerged from the foyer
was how different he looked. How much older.

He was dressed in a handsome suit, a well-dressed
reflection of his former self.

"Hi," he greeted them gently. There was a tired edge to
his voice. SheÆd heard it in CordeliaÆs voice too.

In a few seconds, heÆd caught sight of Willow.

"Hi, Xander," Buffy returned, and Angel only smiled as
Xander made his way over to the baby and looked into
her deep brown eyes.

A secret longing seemed to manifest itself for an instant
as he let the baby pull at his finger, and almost simultaneously
disappeared. His eyes flashed and he looked up at Angel.

They shook hands, and made eye contact. Angel could
see the last night theyÆd spoken in glimmering painfully in his
expression. That nightà

God

That Night.

Buffy wasnÆt surprised when Xander swept her up into
a big hug. This was the Xander she knew. The tiredness
had scared her more than sheÆd have liked to admit.

"Hi, Buffy." He *was* glad to see her. She breathed
a long sigh of relief.

"HowÆve you been?"

"CanÆt complain," he answered with a pleasant grin
as he pulled away from her. He looked at Cordelia
anxiously and then back at Buffy and Angel. "Well,
youÆd better get down to work, I guess. We can talk
at dinner. Do you have your suitcases in the car?"

Buffy handed him the key. "DonÆt strain yourself."
She laughed. Just like old times. Sort of.

"We set up one of the guest rooms for you,"
Cordelia explained.

"You didnÆt have to go through all that-"

"No trouble," she assured her.

Xander plodded out into the foyer, and they heard a
door open. Instantly, Cordelia was all business.

"Okay. Buffy, Corin and I have the prophecy almost
completely translated. IÆm sure Giles can take care of
the rest when he gets here, but that could be a little while.
He called me about 10 minutes before you got here. His
plane was delayed."

She turned to where Angel was sitting and addressed him.
"Maybe you could take a look at it now?"

"Sure," he shrugged, glad to be able to help. She went into
the kitchen and returned staggering with a gigantic book.
With an exhausting heave, she swung the book onto the
table in front of Angel. The sound echoed through the
high-ceilinged room.

Xander, who had been making trips in and outside for
the past couple of minutes emerged from the foyer and
brushed his hands together. "All done." He noticed the
book on the table. He directed his comment to
Cordelia. "Hey. I told you not to move that book without
me. Now your backÆs gonna be sore tomorrow."

"DonÆt worry about it," she smiled. It melted into a look
of concern when she saw Angel trying to adjust the baby in
his arms so he could better read the prophecy. It began to
fuss, threatening tears.

Cordelia was about to say something, but Xander intervened
first. "Here," he offered, holding his arms out in front of
Angel. Angel flashed a concerned look at Buffy, and at her
nod handed the child over to the other man.

As soon as Willow settled in his arms, she was completely
silent. Buffy raised her eyebrows, "Sure you havenÆt had
previous experience with kids, Xander?"

He spoke to her though he watched the baby intently.
"Nope," he smiled, as it giggled in response to his
tickling it, "not at all."

The corners of CordeliaÆs mouth turned up slightly as
she watched her husband with Buffy and AngelÆs daughter
A faint desire stirred within her for just a moment until she
forced her mind back on work and regarded Buffy.

"Now this is what weÆve figured out so farà"
***
END, PART TWELVE
"Lay beside me.
Tell me what theyÆve done.
Speak the words I want to hear
to make my demons run."
- --Metallica, "Unforgiven Too"
(No, IÆm not a metalhead. I was listening to my brotherÆs
CD, actually, and I thought "Hmmà Angel and Buffy?"
Why Not? It works for me!





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Date: Mon, 13 Apr 1998 22:34:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: Dalton Spence <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: My Buffy Xovers

Recently, I've gotten a lot of e-mail regarding my unfinished Buffy
crossover fanfics, ranging from the polite to the downright hostile.
First of all, I want to apologize for not replying before now; real
life (tm) has been very unpredictable of late, leaving me with very
little free time to write ANYTHING, be it fanfic or answers. In
addition, since all of my stories are set before or very early into
this season, recent events in the Buffyverse (particularly S/I and
its aftermath) have left me with a severe case of writer's block, as
I try to rewind my mind and remember what was and wasn't known or
expected way-back-when. (There has been quite a lot of character
development this season, and UNdeveloping them is not easy for me.)
I wish I could say things will get better, but unfortunately they
won't, at least not for the foreseeable future. Starting this
weekend, I'll be taking several continuing education courses that
will probably absorb all of my free time until further notice.

Since I don't want leave everybody hanging for ANOTHER four months,
I've decided to offer up what I have written so far as the base for
a moderated round-robin challenge. By "moderated" I mean that I want
to edit the chapters into a common format (straight ASCII, no smart-
quotes, block paragraphs, new para for each speaker, spell-checking,
etc.), send the edited version back to the author for revisions
and/or approval, and forward the version approved by the submitting
author to Buffy-Beta and Buffyfic mailing lists(1) and the Usenet
newsgroup alt.tv.buffy-v-slayer.creative(2). I should be able to
manage this, since editing takes a LOT less time than writing.

I would like to have at least four people lined up for each story
before we get started, and each author would have two weeks to write
their piece after the preceding part is posted. Once I get the
commitments I need for each story, I'll repost the original parts
before the new ones. In case you've forgotten (it's been a long time
after all) the stories are:

               "The Secret World of Willow Rosenberg"
            Buffy/Alex Mack xover (Prologue and 5 parts)
             (1) also to be posted on the WILLFIC list

            "REFLECTIONS: Warrior ... Innocent ... Fool"
              Buffy/Xena xover (Prologue and 4 parts)

               "MEN IN BLACK: The Hellmouth Incident"
            Buffy/MiB Movie xover (Prologue and 4 parts)

(2) Also, in an attempt to break my writers block on these stories,
I recently started a NEW Buffy xover (yes, I suppose I AM crazy)
with the Showtime TV series "STARGATE: SG-1" which I only posted on
the alt.tv.stargate-sg1 newsgroup and the sgfic mailing list so I
wouldn't get your hopes up. Only three parts so far, and like the
others I have no time to continue it. I call it "Hellgate: SG-1".
I'll post what I've got to the Buffy lists and newsgroup, and if you
like it we can round-robin it too.

If anyone is interested in participating, please e-mail me at
<[e-mail]> with "RR: (story title)" for the subject.

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            @==================================================@
            | Dalton S. Spence, B.Sc. <[e-mail]> |
            | Home Page: http://www.hwcn.org/~ag775/home.html  |
            |      Keeper of Cordelia's  Roll of Linoleum      |
            |      and Xander's Key to the Utility Closet      |
            |      Family Motto: Virtute Acquiritur Honos      |
            @==================================================@

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Date: Mon, 13 Apr 98 22:41:47 PDT
From: "Angel's Lover" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Slayer be Slain ~ Third Mailing

Okay.. the following is a repost of Slayer be Slain.. reworked and rewrit=
ten from the time of it's original posts.  As a warning, there is a direc=
t line taken from "Angel" in the third part, I realize this, and I meant =
this as a refference to Darla to explain Buffy's state of mind at the tim=
e.  The characters of Buffy, Angel, Giles, Willow, Xander, Oz, Cordy, Spi=
ke, Dru, and Ms. C (obviously this was written before Passion was aired) =
are not mine, they are the creations of the God of all Buffdom, Joss Whed=
on, Mutant Enemy Productions and Warner Bros.  Spoilers are from anything=
 before up to and including Innocence, tho the only direct spoilers are =
from Surprise and Innocence. I am not making any money from this, and no =
copyright infringement was intended.  Please direct all comments to Lea =
at either [e-mail] or [e-mail] .  Thanks for =
reading!!!!

_______________________________________

Slayer be Slain ~ Third Mailing


    Buffy leaped onto the bed, crawling in a circle before settling
into a comfortable place on the mattress.  Stretching out with ease, she
savoured the feel of the cool sheets against her skin, still warm from
her exertions of the night.  She purred softly with content as Angel lay
beside her, slowly stroking her back, her soft skin covered only by
light silk.
    "Did you have fun tonight, love?" he queried softly, his fingers
playing lightly over the strap of her slip.
    "Mmmm," she murmured, arching gracefully into his gentle caress.
"Can we play again tomorrow night?  With the watcher and the gypsy?"
    Angel sighed lightly as he lathered her shoulders with tiny biting
kisses.  "Playing with a child is one thing, Buffy.. but the watcher?"
    Slowly she turned over, allowing the weight of his hand to settle
upon her stomach before she arched up.  Her teeth bit into the soft skin
of his cheek, her tongue easing the abrasion as she kissed him lightly. =

"Don't you want the watcher's heart, Angel?  How many years has it been
since you last sank your teeth into such a tender treat?"  Again she bit
him gently.
    He weakened as she drew the tip of her tongue languidly over his
throat and softly nibbled on his adam's apple.  "Too many years to
count."  His voice was a low rumble.
    Her tone turned bitter, "And how much would you like to drain the
blood from the gypsy bitch?"
    He grumbled low in his throat, "Her blood would go far in soothing
me."
    Her lips gently brushed across his, pulling back so that only her
breath touched his skin, burning him slightly as she left him longing
for the slight contact.  Softly, she whispered, "Tomorrow's hunt would
please me."  Her fingers trailed teasingly down his chest, "Greatly."
    A smile slowly spread across his features, as once again promised
pleasure warmed his cold body.  Gently, he stroked the side of her face,
a low growl building in his chest.  "Tell me, how do I deny you, love?"
    Her tongue slid out to wet her lips as she smiled and replied
simply, "You don't."
    Angel sank his fingers deep into her hair, drawing her hard
against him for a searing kiss.  Finally he sighed in resignation.  "I
can't.  You win, Buffy.  When we awaken, we go to the library and
feast."

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

    The day was not wasted.  While the vampires slept, Giles, Willow,
Xander, Cordelia, Oz, and even Ms. Calendar prepared for the immanent
arrival of their one time friends.  Phone calls were made, pleas were
issued, reservations held, stakes were whittled, crosses were prepared,
and water blessed while the humans waited tensely for the night to fall.
    Giles had worked all night and day on a plan, a plan Ms. Calendar
was only too happy to help him put into motion.  Ms. Calendar argued
with her grandmother for a long time; in the end it was the death of
Jenny's uncle that convinced the older lady to voyage to America.  The
flight from Romania would be a long one for the elders, but by the time
the vampires arrived, everything would be in place.
    Tonight, with help, Giles would defeat his prodigy.


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

    They awoke early, Buffy's excitement too much to contain.  They
passed the several remaining hours of daylight in their room, preparing
themselves for the night to come.
    Buffy nervously paced the room, her eyes tracking the path of the
receding sunlight high on the walls.  Finally, Buffy came to rest upon
the black leather sofa that sat in the center of their room.  Angel came
to sit beside her, his expression concerned as she remained tense.
Moving slightly, he pulled her down gently so that her head rested in
his lap.  Slowly, he began to caress her back, easing the knots and
tension from her body in soft, sensual strokes.
    "What's wrong?" he asked as she finally began to relax beneath his
hands.
    She shrugged, "Wigged, I guess."
    He nodded, smiling down at her reassuringly, "They have no slayer,
love, and you know as well as I their strengths and weaknesses.
Besides, they are mere mortals.  Only you ever kept them alive this
long."
    She giggled, "My bad."
    His fingers trailed slowly from her back to her side, his strokes
becoming softer as she shivered lightly.
    A knock came at their door. As they were speaking, dark had fallen
and the others were leaving for the hunt.  Buffy and Angel looked at
each other and smiled; it was time for them to go on a hunt of their
own.  Both vampires quickly finished the remaining blood before rising
to their feet.
    Angel delicately wrapped Buffy's coat around her shoulders, slowly
lacing her boots for her.  Finally, all was prepared, and they moved
from the safety of their home out into the mortal world.

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


Angel's Lover (fondly known as Lea)
"Love makes you do the wacky!"
"When you kiss me I want to die."
"I'm SO the net girl!"

Defender of David Boreanaz... you know, the man with the fangs!




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