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buffyfic-digest       Wednesday, April 22 1998       Volume 02 : Number 143



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: recent mail
       BUFFYFIC: Broken Bonds (Part 3)
       BUFFYFIC: "The Mission" (2/?)
       BUFFYFIC: ADMIN:  List rules
       BUFFYFIC: A Stroke of Luck (Part 8)
       BUFFYFIC: "Contemplation" (1/1)

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Date: Mon, 20 Apr 1998 20:06:54 +0000
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: recent mail

I havent been getting much mail lately, and I realy enjoy ALL of the
storys!! so, in a nice way, Write more: )!!

    -Drusilla

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Date: Mon, 20 Apr 1998 21:04:17 -0400
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Broken Bonds (Part 3)

Title:       Broken Bonds (Part 3)
Author:      Northlight
e-mail:      [e-mail]
Note:        Thanks to all who helped.
Summary:     Giles dissapears and bad things start to happen.
Disclaimer:  They aren't mine.



    "Excuse me?!" Buffy choked, staring increduously at the expressionless
man.  "I don't know who the hell you think you are-- but you most
definitely are not my Watcher!"

    Tyler smiled placatingly, the upward twist of his lips looking
unnatural on his stony face.  "I don't blame you for being somewhat...
surprised by this sudden change in events, Buffy.  I understand that you
are confused and rather shocked by this news, but you must understand
that I am your Watcher."

    "I only have one Watcher, and he isn't you!" Buffy growled menacingly.
'Who is this guy?' Buffy wondered as she tensed, her eyes narrowing into
dangerous slits.  'He obviously knows about my being the Slayer, and
about Giles being my Watcher... Who has that information?  Another one
of Giles' old acquaintances?  That doesn't matter.  Giles wouldn't just
leave without telling me, and I just don't trust this guy.  Way creepy.'

    "Calm down my dear girl," Tyler said.  "There really isn't any need for
violence."  He pulled out a chair and dropped down into it, looking up
at her with emotionless eyes.  "I assure that I, Nathaniel Tyler, am
your Watcher as of twelve-thirty this morning.  You need not worry.  It
is only a temporary arrangement.  Rupert received some distressing news
about his family last night, and he had to return to England immediately
to take care of business."

    Buffy wasn't convinced by Tyler's smooth explanation.  "Giles would
have told me that he had to leave."  That she was sure of.  Giles took
his duty to her seriously, and he wouldn't just abandon her like this
without any explanation.  That just wasn't him.

    "He would have told you," Tyler continued, easily overriding Buffy's
heated protest, "but he had no time.  The matters which called him home
required the utmost haste, but Rupert did call in and request the
presence of a substitute Watcher during his absence.  This being the
Hellmouth, he felt that it would be best that the Slayer did not go
without a Watcher."

    Buffy shook her head, stubbornly holding onto her belief in Giles'
certainty to inform her of any absence, no matter how extreme the
circumstances 'and I don't think Giles would agree on his replacement
being quite so... freaky.'

    Tyler evidentially saw that Buffy wasn't about to accept any
explanation that he had to offer.  He sighed impatiently, and pulled a
slim white envelope out of the pocket of his grey jacket.  "This is for
you, Buffy.  In it, Rupert explains everything."

    She grabbed the letter, her nail slitting in open within moments. 'Hey,
wait a minute--!'  Buffy glared down at Tyler, her voice coming out in a
low growl, "Giles didn't have enough time to call me, but he did have
long enough to write a letter, is that it?"

    An unreadable emotion flickered through the man's eyes, disappearing
before Buffy was even certain that it had been there.  "Just read the
letter," he commanded, his voice harsh towards her as Giles had never
been.

    Buffy withdrew the letter, smoothing out the crisp crease running down
the precise center of the paper.  Finally, she glanced down, taking in
the familiar sight of Giles writing.

Buffy,
    I am writing this letter now, so that you shall have some explanation
and reassurance should I leave you.  Though I doubt that there is
anything that would draw me away from my duties as your Watcher, I have
learned that it is best to prepare for the unexpected, especially on the
Hellmouth.  If I should ever have occasion to leave without first
speaking to you, this letter is meant to reassure you that you may trust
the Watcher sent to you in my absence fully.
                                Sincerely,
                                Rupert Giles

    'Nice,' Buffy thought, 'but I still don't buy it.  First my dreams, and
now Giles just disappears.  Whatever's going on here, it's not a
coincidence.'  She looked up from the letter to find Tyler's eyes
resting on her face, analyzing her reaction to the words before her.
Buffy fought back a shudder and offered a weak smile.

    'I still don't trust the guy, but I need time to figure out what's
happening here.  I guess I don't have much choice but to say that I
believe him.'

    She re-folded the letter, and tucked in back into the envelope, but did
not hand it back to Tyler.  "I'm sorry about that... Tyler," Buffy said
politely, her sweet tone surely would have shocked Giles, "it's just,
you know, this being the Hellmouth and all, I tend to get just a bit
suspicious.  But if Giles, trusts you, I'm sure that I can too."

    Tyler nodded, satisfied by her seeming acceptance of him.  "Wonderful!
I'm sure that you and I will get along spectacularly!" Though his words
were friendly, the man's voice remained cool.

    "Yeah... great," Buffy responded halfheartedly.  "But I gotta go now,
classes, you know?  I'll be back later though," she said, already moving
out of the doors.

    'But first I've got to have a talk with Willow and Xander about this
guy, and see what they think about this sudden turn of events.'

                        End Part 3

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Date: Tue, 21 Apr 1998 10:23:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Janine Sebastian <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "The Mission" (2/?)

TITLE: "The Mission" (2/?)   or   "Santa Claus yelled at me!"
AUTHOR: Jeanie the Tortoise-Fly [Janine Sebastian]
E-MAIL: <[e-mail]>
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and ye shall receive.
SPOILERS: after "Killed By Death"...Isn't Ryan a cutie?
DISCLAIMER: None of the Buffy characters belong to me, they belong to
Joss Whedon and the WB etc.  No copyright infringement intended.  The
Doberman Pincher is being borrowed from Robyn's fluff piece, as John
could probably tell you.  Anya, Robyn, and Windrider are real
people...they have given me permission to include them in this fic.
They don't belong to anyone except themselves...though Anya has on
occasion claimed that the bank owns a piece of her...My parents and my
pets are real too but they don't get a say in this.  Jeanie is me.  No
one owns me as far as I know so there's no copyright infringement
there.  When I'm done, I promise that all of the characters will be
returned in one piece...even Windrider.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This is far form serious or typical of a buffyfic...If
I had to classify it I'd say it's humor/desperation...My dad is
stalling and avoiding getting our house connected to the net.
Enjoy...or don't...it's up to you.  Feedback is muchly appreciated,
and I will use any flame mail to warm up my room [the floor is 1ft
underground, and surrounded by cement, so it's cold in here.]

*********************
     "Your dad?  He went out back a couple of hours ago.  I thought I
saw smoke over the fire pit so I assumed he was starting a bonfire..."
Jeanie's mom glanced out the window as she said this.  "Funny there's
no smoke now...Well I have to go to work.  Nice meeting you Willow and
Xander."

     With that, Mrs. Sebastian gathered her dinner [she was working
the night shift at Children's Hospital], her purse, and her coat.  She
attempted to kiss Jeanie goodbye, but Jeanie masterfully dodged the
kiss aimed at her forehead, by leaning down to calm her insistent dog
Kaila.  Through the whole scene Kaila was barking, Gandalf [the
Sebastian's other Keeshond] was getting exited thinking that Ruth was
going to take him for a walk, Xander was mesmerized, staring out the
window at two humming birds who were fighting over the feeder [they
didn't seem to realize there were *two* feeders], and Willow was
starting to show signs of paranoia due to the collection of frogs in
the Sebastian's house. [They collected frog memorabilia from miniature
toy frogs to froggy-banks to frog mugs.]  By the time Ruth had gone
out to her car, Willow was frantic.  Xander hadn't moved, his intent
gaze glued to the feuding hummers.

     Jeanie looked over at her *friends,* as her mother had called
them, and noticed the looks on their faces.  She decided to deal with
the simplest problem first.

     "Xander...they're just birds!  Snap out of it!"

     "But...they're so small..."

     "Xander they are humming birds.  They're supposed to be small.
Now Willow needs our help."  With that Jeanie turned to the young
hacker, who was now curled up on the floor in the fetal position,
screaming.

     "Frogs! Frogs! Ohh My God! The Frogs! Get them off me! Frogs!
Frogs!"  Kaila and Gandalf were licking Willow's face and hands,
unable to figure out what was wrong with her.

     "Willow!  It's all right they're fake.  See this is just a
toy...They're not real.  Willow?"

     Xander and Jeanie finally got Willow calmed down enough to
explain to her that all of the frogs in the house were fake.

     Once Willow was sitting on the couch, calmly sipping a nice hot
cup of tea, the three of them started to piece together all that must
have happened.  They figured that after Jeanie had gone through the
portal, her dad had accidentally stepped through it too.  This meant
Mr. Sebastian was probably loose in Sunnydale.  There was only one
thing to do...they had to go back to Sunnydale and find Jeanie's dad.

     Before they went out to the back yard where the Sliders-like gate
was, Jeanie insisted they dash into her room to grab her stashed bag
of sour berry candies.  While Jeanie searched for the bag [she had
hidden it better than she thought], Willow admired her surroundings.

     "Wow!  Think you've got enough stuffies?  Yikes!  Who are all
these people?"  Willow was now looking at one of the three large
bulletin boards which were nailed to two of the walls.  These
contained pictures carefully arranged, so as not to damage any, and
held on with multicolored thumbtacks.

    "Oooooh...Douglas Adams' "The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the
Galaxy!"...and it's got pictures!  Cool!"  Xander of course was more
interested in the 'important stuff'.  He also noticed the large map of
Tolkien's Middle Earth which was pinned on another one of the walls.
Then just as Jeanie found the bag of candies hiding in her old Cello's
case, Xander and Willow realized there was something missing in the
room.

     "Um Jeanie?  Where's the bed?"  Jeanie pointed through what they
had thought was a closet doorway.  Inside was a bed which had Quixote
and Kira, her two cats, curled up on it.  "Ohh, nice kitties," was the
only response she got.

     With what they had come for, Jeanie, Xander and Willow proceeded
to go to the gate which was in the back yard.  Jeanie took out the
timer, pressed a button, and a blue portal appeared.  They jumped
through the portal and prepared to land in Sunnydale.  Jeanie landed
on a Doberman pincher which let out a pained yelp.  Willow landed on
an unmade bed with a soft thud.  Xander came flying out of the portal
and found himself laying on the ground staring at a pair of runners.
The owner of the runners helped Xander up and then went to extricate
Jeanie from the Doberman which had pinned her down by sitting on her
stomach and growling.  Once free of the dog Jeanie glanced up at her
rescuer, an almost sixteen year-old who had a peculiar white streak in
her light brown hair.

     "Robyn!  What?  Why're we in your room?  We're supposed to be in
Sunnydale!  My dad...we have to go find him..."  At this point Jeanie
gave up trying to make sense and resigned to sit in the swivel chair
by Robyn's desk.

     Robyn explained that the gate was new and she didn't understand
why it sometimes got it's destinations mixed up.  As Willow explained
that they were looking for Jeanie's dad, Robyn took the timer from
Jeanie and reprogrammed it for Sunnydale.

     "I'm coming with you.  That way if something happens to the timer
again I can fix it."  Robyn got no protestations from Willow or
Xander, and Jeanie was too busy chewing on a couple of sour berry
candies to say anything.

     And so the Three had become Four.  Robyn pressed a button on the
timer, and the four teenagers jumped through the portal that had just
appeared.

     Xander and Robyn both landed in a heap in the alley behind the
Bronze, narrowly missing a stray undead cat.  Willow landed on an
empty crate, while Jeanie landed on her feet.  Unfortunately Jeanie's
feet came to rest on the undead cat who was fleeing from the falling
objects.  So she tripped, and her fall was broken nicely by the heap
that was Xander and Robyn.

     Once they assembled themselves [after the ritual check for broken
bones etc.], they started for the Bronze.  Across the street they saw
Ryan, the little boy from the hospital during Buffy's stay, crying
with his head in his arms.

     "Ryan?  What's the matter?"  Trust Willow to act calmly in a
situation like this.

     "Santa Claus yelled at me...and he said 'Bah Humbug!'"  With
that, Ryan burst into another tearful fit.

     Jeanie looked at her friends and voiced:

      "Well, at least we know my dad has been here..."
***********************
...Will they find Jeanie's dad?  Or will the Vampires beat them to
it?...
...To Be Continued...

Note:  My dad does look a bit like Santa, especially when he lets his
beard grow.  Every time someone suggests that a good post-retirement
job for him would be as a mall Santa he replies "BAH HUMBUG!"

Feedback?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
{pleading puppy dog eyes}Pweeeeeese?!?!?!?!?!?!?

************************
"Did Norman Bates have a motive?  Did they ever figure out why
Hannibal Lector liked to eat people?  DON'T THINK SO!"
- -Billy Loomis 'Scream'
************************
"If only there was a button somewhere that I could push to force me to
stop talking."
      --Claire Danes as Angela Chase on My So-Called Life
*************************





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Date: Tue, 21 Apr 1998 16:16:41 -0400 (EDT)
From: sah <[e-mail]> (by way of sah <[e-mail]>)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: ADMIN:  List rules

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Date: Tue, 21 Apr 1998 18:07:12 -0700
From: LadySun <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: A Stroke of Luck (Part 8)

For Disclaimers see part 1

A Stroke of Luck (part 8)


~ Or where you only try to trap me ~
~ These are the rules I make ~

    Willow awoke suddenly. She didn't even know she'd been asleep. Candles
were lit all around her, sending an eerie shiver down her spine.
    Looking around in the dim light she noticed that she'd been sleeping in
Drusilla's bedroom, her eyes immediately averted to the place she had
seen the holy water.
    But it was now gone.
    Frowning she went to get out of the bed, quickly becoming aware that
she was tucked under the covers.
    Willow blinked.
    Hadn't she thrown off the covers?
    Perhaps not.
    Willow pushed herself up so that she was sitting on the bed.
    Her eyes widened in near horror. She was wearing a white dress! A
long... Old looking... Antique... Dress... Which she had most definitely
had not been wearing hours before.
    A modest blush come over Willow, as she thought of the only way Spike
had gotten a dress on her.
    She wanted to run now! To get out of the bed, and run! But when she
went to stand up, she felt something next to her feet.
    No more surprises she begged.
    Looking over the covers, there sat, merely kicks away from being
dropped onto the floor a platter covered under a lid.
    Her stomach was aching from hunger, as she leaned down to look at it,
happy that her head was no longer spinning.
    Willow went to eagerly open up the cover, after not haven eaten since
she'd been kidnapped.
    But fear struck her. What if it wasn't food? A zillion things could be
hiding underneath a large lid like this.
    Her stomach growled, and she almost blushed...
    Willow looked around the room, as though she thought someone may be
watching her, but there was no-one.
    Willow bit her lip, unsure.
    Standing up, trying to avoid the tray
    She tried to walk to the door.
    Her feet wobbled unsteadily, the floor creaked beneath her and she
jumped, tripping herself in the process. She clung to the nearby door
for support.
    Brushing some stray hair from her face, she went to open it.
    "Of course" She hissed, as the knob didn't turn.
    Taking a large breath in she walked back to the bed with rage of being
locked up, in an abandoned warehouse, and threw open the cover of the
tray...
    There sat a large pizza, just sitting there.
    Willow laughed bitterly...
    But  fear struck her again, and she shut up..
    He could still be in the warehouse... listening... watching...
    "Buffy? Where are you?" She asked and laid her head down on the bed.
    Willow looked like a picture, a young maiden with hair pooled around
her face. A white dress spilling around her, crying in her antique
bed... Prisoner, to one of the most dangerous vampires she'd ever met.


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Date: Wed, 22 Apr 1998 15:09:26 EDT
From: KylenRevik <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Contemplation" (1/1)

Okee. Hullo. :) This is my first posting since subbing to this list, like, two
days ago. Though I've written in the "Star Trek", "seaQuest" (both DSV and
2032) and "Kindred: The Embraced" universes, this is the first *finished*
piece of Buffy fic I've ever put up in a public forum. Also, this isn't even
the sort of story I usually do-- it's a sort of monologue. So if anyone has
any comments, I'd love to hear 'em, just drop me an e-mail. :)

All standard disclaimers apply, I just haven't been hanging out in this
universe long enough to know 'em by heart yet.

Please direct all comments to [e-mail] (that'd be me), and please do
not forward or redirect this story without my express permission. Let me know
if I messed up anywhere, kindly, please? Thank you. :)

~

                          "Contemplation"

    Yes, I'm Buffy Summers. I don't know why I'm here, no. My
mom dropped me off and said she'd be back in an hour. I don't
need a shrink. No, I'm not in deni-- That's a stupid joke, you
know that?
    She thinks I'm depressed. I've been quiet lately. No, I'm
not. How do I know I'm not? Because I'm...well, I'm not. I'm
driven. I'm able to focus easily onto one task and stick to it.
It's not reflected in my grades, no.
    So what's wrong with me, then?
    She thinks it must be boys. I broke up with my boyfriend a
few weeks ago. Yeah, it was messy. Not really. I miss him, but
it's not all-consuming or anything.
    I just wish I didn't have to see him all the time.
    No, we don't work together. No, we aren't classmates--
he's...not my age. He's a little older. College. I don't know.
Why _don't_ you believe me? I'm not lying. He's not my age. No,
he was a nice guy while we were dating. It's since then that he's
gotten...creepy.
    I don't see what business it is of yours! And no, I don't
want to sit down! I'm fine pacing, thank you very much.
Just...look, my mom'll be here in a while, why don't I just go
downstairs and wait for her. What do you mean, you can't _let_
me! Listen, buster, if you--
    That? From last week. I hopped a fence and scratched my arm.
God, what are you, nuts? No, I didn't try to slit my _wrists_,
Jesus! What's wrong with you? Well, there's nothing wrong with
_me_. I know that. Yes, I'm sure. Yeah. It's all paranoid fantasy
and delusion on the parts of the adults around me. Would you just
leave me alone? Alone. A-l-o-n-e. You're as bad as Willow and
Xander. They're friends of mine. Yes, Xander is his real name.
No, he's not my ex. You _are_ nosy, aren't you. You think I
_care_ that's what my mom's paying you for? I didn't ask her to
bring me here, you know.
    Leave me alone.
    I'm fine.
    It's none of your business.
    Leave me alone. How many times do I have to say it? You want
me to come up with some kind of delusional fantasy world so you
can diagnose me as nuts? Okay, then how's _this_?! My ex is a
vampire. He was before, too, but there were these Gypsies who
cursed him years and years ago so he'd have a soul, and we met
while I was slaying vampires. I'm the Slayer, you see. I kill
vampires. It's my fate. The reason I've been upset lately is
because two other vampires and my ex are trying to screw my life
up by killing my friends.
    That delusional enough for you? Huh? Is it?
    Jeez. Yeah. Okay, so I've been upset lately. But... No, I
don't know. I don't think so. Not really. I wish I didn't. Leave
me alone, would you? How much longer? Can't be. I've been here
half of forever so far. Fifteen minutes. Well, now it's
only another forty-five.
    God, would you just leave me alone...yeah, I'm going to sit
over here. And you know what, I'm not going to talk to you till I
damn well want to. I don't care if I never talk to you again, and
stop asking me those stupid questions. I won't answer them.
    How much longer? Thirty-seven minutes.
    How much longer? Thirty-two.
    I wasn't going to ask. I was going to blow my nose. Yeah.
I've had a cold.
    How much-- twenty two minutes. Thanks.
    How-- Ten? Okay.
    I'm getting my things together. What do you mean, I can't
yet? You can't boss me around, you know. No, not because I'm
going to slay you. I only do that with vampires.
    Face it, buddy. You wanted a nutcase, I can give you one.
No. I won't be back. If you want me to prove it, meet me in the
cemetery some time.
    Later.

End.

Copyright 1998
Rachel Brody

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