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buffyfic-digest         Thursday, May 14 1998         Volume 02 : Number 187



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: Best Intentions
       BUFFYFIC: "Future Imperfect" -- Chapter 13 -- (1/1)
       BUFFYFIC: Looking Back Intro

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Date: Thu, 14 May 1998 14:35:56 PDT
From: "Jennifer oooooo" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Best Intentions

TITLE: Best Intentions
AUTHOR: Jennifer M. ([e-mail])
SUMMARY: What would happen if Buffy's mom found her diary?
RATING: PG.
TIME PERIOD: Maybe past Becoming 1?
THANKYOUS:  Thanks Leslie S.!
FEEDBACK: Please!  Any constructive criticism would be greatly
appreciated.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask.
DISCLAIMER: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon, et al.  The
idea is mine, though!


Best Intentions

Part 1
Well past midnight, on a school night no less, Buffy was in
the cemetery fighting.  The fight was intense and the face of the
man she was fighting was hidden.  The confrontation lasted for
several moments before she threw him against a headstone,
where he collapsed to the ground.

"OK, had enough, yet?"  Buffy asked still in her fighting stance.
As she caught her breath, she waited for his next move, reaching
for a stake hidden in her belt.

"Nope.  I'm just getting warmed up myself," Angelus replied,
breathing hard as he lifted himself off of the ground  "Come on
Lov-er.  You know you want to," he drawled.

"Only in your dreams," she answered, and the fighting resumed.
'Why can't I just end this?' she questioned herself.  She got in
one good kick to his groin and that dropped him to the ground;
his extreme pain was evident.  She smiled and shook her head.
"Oh Angelus, will you never learn to wear a cup?"  She turned
and walked away.

Walking home, she pondered why she was unable to kill her number
one enemy.  Well, number one since his change, anyway.  She knew that
she loved the man (man?) he used to be, but was unable to convince
herself that the Angel she knew was no longer within Angelus'
body.  'Why can't I kill him?'  She asked herself.  'Cause I still
love him!'  Buffy sighed, 'like a fool.'

Buffy continued walking home, and decided it was time to get the
man out of her thoughts.  'He's not here anymore.  He's not here
anymore.  The man I love is gone.  His replacement needs to be
killed.'  Buffy repeated this mantra to herself for the rest of the walk
home.  'Aw, Hell.'  She sighed, afraid the repetitiveness did not do any
good.

When she reached her house, she climbed up the side of her house
and then into her bedroom window.  She was making every effort to
keep quiet, but, inadvertently knocked a book onto the floor, where
it made a loud thump.  "Oh shoot," she said as she swiped at a stray
strand of blond hair that had fallen into her eyes.  The light snapped
on.  Buffy's mom was sitting in her room, swaying in a rocking chair.

"Mom! Oofà" Buffy fell through the window, clearly surprised her
mother was there.  "Hi! What are you doing up?"  She tried for an
'all eyes' innocent look and knew she was not succeeding.

"I was just wondering what time you'd come home.  Let's see,"
her tired eyes looked pointedly at the clock on Buffy's nightstand.
"Hmmmmà. It's nearly 2 am on a Wednesday night, and you're just
coming home?  Gee.  I didn't even realize you had gone out."  Sarcasm
dripped from every word.

"Well, Willow called, andà"

"And nothing, young lady!  There is absolutely no excuse for you
to be sneaking out in the middle of the night!  I don't understand
what is going on with you.  Would you care to explain before I am
forced to do something drastic?  And, no dancing around this, Buffy.
I want the truth, and I want it now."

Buffy looked at her mother and sat down on the bed.  She was
thinking of the best way to explain to her mom why she was forced
out of her bedroom at night. 'How would she take, staking vampires? Uh,
not well.' She nervously began smoothing her
hair, tucking it behind her ears.  "Well, uh, mom, it's kind of a
long story, and I don't think you're going to believe me, so, um,
why don't we go to bed, think about this calmly, and then talk first
thing in the morning?"  Buffy asked her hopefully.  Her head was
pounding and her right eye was beginning to throb where Angelus
got that last punch in.

"Nice try, young lady.  But, I don't think so.  I've had enough
of your evasiveness.  I'm tired of the lies and the late nights.
I don't know what you think you're doing, but, it's going to stop.
Right now."  Joyce pulled out Buffy's diary from underneath the
blanket covering her lap.

Buffy's eyes widened in shock.  "Uh, mom, please tell me you didn't
just invade my privacy by searching my room and looking for my
diary.  My personal property.  My personal thoughts and feelings,
and PRIVATE PROPERTY?!?"  Buffy's voice was rising with every word.

"Buffy, lower your voice.  You will not speak to me in that tone.
I am still your mother, young lady.  I wouldn't have had to look
for it, if I thought you'd actually tell me the truth.  But, you don't
know what the truth is, do you?" Joyce's voice lost any trace of
anger-and dropped to almost a whisper.  "Honey, tell me, what
are you going through that you have to make up such wild stories?"

Buffy made a grab for her diary, but Joyce pulled back, just in
time.  "Mom, give that back!"

"I realize you're angry.  I think you might even be hurt.  But -
trust me - Buffy, I am only trying to help you."

"Mom, you don't - can't possibly understand what I'm going through.
If you broke the trust that you and I have by reading my personal
and innermost thoughts, then, I'm way beyond hurt."  Buffy's eyes
welled up, one tear falling down her cheek.  She swiped at it angrily.
"I can't believe you would do that!"

"Buffy, you never tell me what is going on, honey.  I'm worried
about you, and I thought I could help byà"

"By what!?! Going through my things?  Reading my diary?"

"Buffy calm down."  Fear crossed Joyce's eyes.

Buffy took a deep breath and turned away from her mother.  She
crossed her arms over her chest and walked over to and looked out
the window, thinking of any way to keep control of her rising
temper.  Silently, she began counting to ten.  "1,2,3,4,à"

"Buffy look at me."  Buffy turned towards her mother.  "I want you
to try to explain what it is that you think you are and why you have
these."  Joyce pulled open the box of Buffy's weapons, which
included a variety of small containers, stakes, other odds and ends
and the new crossbow Giles had given her to take home.  "What kind
of trouble are you in, exactly?"

She looked at the box, at the diary still in her mother's hand,
fury flashing across her eyes.  "Mom, you have really crossed
the line.  I told you you wouldn't understand, and here you are,
accusing me ofà"

"Buffy, I'm not accusing you of anything.   Honey, I just want to
know what is going on with you?  What have you gotten yourself
into?  It can't be the kids you hang out with.  I mean Xander and
Willow are probably the most wholesome I have ever met.  So, what
is going on with you?  Why do you have all of this here?  Let me
help you work through this."

"You think this is that easy?  You think you can make it all go
away by forcing me to tell you what is going on with me?  My
life is not that simple.  You'd never understand!"

"I understand better than you think what it is like to be a 17 year
old girl.   Honey, please let me help you."

Buffy took a deep breath.  She resigned herself to spilling her
secret.  But not tonight.  Not without Giles to help explain all
of this and keep her mother from going ballistic.

With a calm that Buffy was surprised she possessed, she answered
her mother.  "OK, mom.  You want to help me.  That is great.  I
appreciate it, really.  But, seeing as how you've gone through all
of my things and you've read my diary, you now know everything.
I realize you don't believe me.  I understand that this is a *really*
hard concept to grasp.  But, you're not going to understand
anything until tomorrow.  So, we might as well go to bed and
get some rest.  You're gonna have a lot to take in tomorrow, and
you're gonna need some sleep."

"No Buffy, I want you to tell me now."

"No.  Mom, you're gonna wait until tomorrow.  Then, we'll go to
the school and I will tell you everything.  With the help of Mr. Giles."

"That's what I thought you'd say.  OK, Buffy.  We'll do it your way."
Joyce got up and left the room, taking the diary with her.

"Terrific."  Buffy lay down on the bed and felt frustration course
through her veins at her situation.  Her hands balled into fists of
rage.
~~ End part 1


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Date: Thu, 14 May 1998 17:45:22 EDT
From: KylenRevik <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Future Imperfect" -- Chapter 13 -- (1/1)

Well, here it is, the final part. I hope everyone has enjoyed reading as much
as I've enjoyed writing it, and I'm dying to hear everyone's opinion-- be it
good or bad-- of the complete story.

All standard disclaimers apply, and they can be found in the prologue section
of this story. This is the final chapter of the story. All comments,
questions, or requests for missing pieces to me, here at [e-mail],
please.

~

                 "Part Thirteen: Never No More"

Place: Rosenberg Residence.
Time: May 23rd, 2012, Morning.

     "Xander, Cordelia's on the phone."
     Xander awoke with a jerk, looking around the room. Remembering
the last night. "What?"
     Willow was standing in the doorway, looking at him, shaking
her head. "She sounds like she's sorry," she offered pathetically,
"and she says she wants to talk to you."
     Confused, wanting to know what had happened between when he
had blacked out in the cemetery and when he had awoken here, Xander
stood and moved toward the door. "Will," he asked, "how'd I get
here last night?"
     Already on her way to the kitchen, Willow turned and gave him
an odd look, then sighed. "Xander, you and Cordelia had a fight
last night, remember? So you came to spend the night."
     Xander's confusion grew even more acute as he let Willow place
the phone receiver in his hand and watched her move out toward the
living room. He heard two voices, but he couldn't distinguish one
from the other, nor could he tell what was being said.
     "Xander," Cordelia's voice said, over the line. He was
immediately drawn back to paying attention to the phone call. "I'm
sorry," Cordelia continued, "but last night it just...got slightly
out of control."
     "Out of control...?" Xander echoed. Yeah, things had gotten
out of control, way out of control, he had either seen Buffy die
multiple times or else he was losing his mind or maybe he'd just
had a horrible nightmare, and none of this was going to go over
well when he had to convince Anna-Marie that he wasn't a raving
psychopath.
     "Yes," Cordelia answered. "I'm sorry about the stain in the
rug, and you know I didn't mean it when I said you were sleeping
with Willow."
     "When what?" Xander asked, his tone turning slightly
incredulous. "Cordie, what the heck're you talking about?"
     There was momentary silence. "You know," Cordelia finally
said, her voice sounding suddenly strained, "I call and try to
apologize and all you do is act like a jerk."
     "Cor--"
     "Xander, do you know how hard it was for me to call up and--
I mean, look where you are, who you're staying with! For all I
know, you two _are_ screwing--"
     "_Cordelia_!" Xander interrupted. Then he sighed. "Please,
Cordie...I know this is probably way too much to ask...but could
you possibly take a shot at _making sense_?"
     For a moment, the other end of the line was silent. Then
Xander heard a click as Cordelia hung up on him. He sighed.
Wonderful. So now he had a bunch of missing hours and Cordelia had
just hung up on him, and nothing in the world was making sense.
     Willow reappeared in the doorway, and sighed slightly. "She
hang up on you again?"
     *Again?* "Yeah," he replied.
     "Don't worry about it," came a voice from behind Willow. "You
know how she is, she'll be over it in a day and you two'll be all
over each other again."
     It took all of half a second for Xander to place the voice.
After all, he had only heard it a few hours ago. "Buffy?!" he
exclaimed, as the Slayer stepped into view behind Willow.
     "Yeah," she said, raising an eyebrow. "You okay, or did Cordie
finally push you over the edge?"
     Xander shook his head. "No..." he said softly. "No...I'm
fine...what..." He glanced to Willow. "What's she..._doing_
here...?" he asked, his voice barely breaking a whisper.
     Buffy shot an odd look at Willow. "Will, he okay?"
     Willow nodded slightly. "Yeah, I think he is," she said.
"Xander?"
     "I'm...I'm fine..." he managed to get out, somehow.
"Buffy...what...?"
     "I'm having coffee," Buffy said, indicating a coffee mug and
walking past Willow and into the kitchen to the sink.
     Xander couldn't believe it. He couldn't peel his eyes off her.
Yes, she was ten years older than the woman he had saved only hours
before, and the age showed, but only barely. She was still in prime
shape, her muscles toned, and she was obviously taking care of
herself, but...how had this _happened_? The whole time he'd been in
the cemetery, all the while he had been working to save her...he'd
never considered what might have happened if it all actually
worked. Nor, he realized, had he stopped to think about what would
happen if it didn't. He had locked himself into a sort of limbo,
without considering any kind of future at all.
     Buffy glanced back over her shoulder, exchanging looks with
Willow before turning back to Xander. "You know," she said, "if
that's how you look at every woman you walk by, I can see where
Cordie might get a little upset."
     Xander's eyes widened slightly, and he shut his mouth, then
forced his eyes up to meet Buffy's. "You're alive," he said, not
realizing till the words were out of his mouth just how completely
idiotic they sounded.
     "Yes, I am," Buffy said. Then she smiled slightly. "And you'd
better not let Angel catch you looking at me like that." She shook
her head. "Remember the tenth high school reunion?"
     No, he didn't, but how was he supposed to say that?
     He turned a blank look on Willow, who glanced back to Buffy.
"Maybe he needs more sleep," she offered.
     "Maybe he needs a good whack on the head," Buffy offered.
"Either way, I have to get going." She took a quick sip of her
coffee, finishing it off and leaving the cup itself in the sink,
then moved toward the doorway. "Angel and I are going out tonight.
Anniversary and all."
     Willow grinned, and Xander stared. Buffy left.
     The door closed, and somewhere distant, Xander heard a car
engine starting and pulling out of the driveway. Then he looked at
Willow, who offered him his own cup of coffee, which he accepted.
     "What's up with you?" she asked. "Even for a morning-after-a-
big-fight, you're acting out of it."
     He took a sip of his coffee. "A night after...this is
something that happens often?"
     Willow nodded, smiling slightly as though she found his
befuddlement amusing. "All the time." She sighed. "So," she said,
"what do you want to do today?"
     Xander shrugged and shook his head. So many things. Talk to
Buffy. Talk to Cordelia. Call Anna-Marie...
     Anna-Marie. He paled slightly as the full weight of what must
have happened slammed into him like a mack truck doing eighty miles
an hour. Nina. Elliot. The kids. *Oh my God...what have I done.*
     If he wasn't married to Anna-Marie, if he'd stayed in
Sunnydale the way it seemed he had, then where were his _kids_? He
swallowed, suddenly flooded by waves of memories of the two of
them. Their bright smiles, the way they laughed, how he had
grounded Elliot from the television just last week, because he'd
heard him swearing...they had to be there. He had Buffy back, but
that shouldn't mean he had to give up his kids.
     He moved to the phone, picking it up and dialing quickly.
"Long distance, I'll pay you back," he said when Willow opened her
mouth to ask what he was doing. She simply nodded.
     Xander waited. Finally, after the third ring, a woman's voice
picked up. "Hello?"
     "Hey," he said, his voice catching slightly.
     "Excuse me," the woman said after a moment, "do I know you?"
     Xander's eyes widened. "I-- it's Xander, I mean, Alex-- is
this Anna-Marie?"
     There was a seemingly endless period of silence, and finally
the woman said, "I think you have the wrong number. I don't know
anyone named Alex. Or Xander." Then she hung up.
     Xander turned to Willow, who was watching him carefully.
"Who's Anna-Marie?" she asked.
     "My..." But what to call her? His wife before he made it so
Buffy didn't die and everything went strange? The mother of his now
non-existant children? "Nobody," he finally said, his voice shaking
again. As glad as he was to realize he wasn't going to have to
worry about a divorce with Anna-Marie, the despair washing over him
as he realized what he'd done, to what extent he'd been blinded to
the possibilities, outdid the joy by far.
     Willow watched him, her concern growing more and more
pronounced by the minute. "Xander," she said, "are you okay?"
     "I...think so..." he said, the memories of his family, of the
years he and Anna-Marie had spent together, even through the
fights, a deluge in his consciousness.
     He glanced up at Willow, realizing that to her, he must appear
to have lost his mind entirely. He shook his head, stuffing the
emotions down and letting a single thought rule his actions, for
now. *You did this. Now live with it.*
     He couldn't let go of Buffy. He had already lived ten years
without her, and even if she was with Angel at this point, he still
had her in his life, it appeared. He had Cordelia, though the way
she had left things on the phone wasn't condusive to the conclusion
that she enjoyed his company any more than Anna-Marie had, toward
the end. He still had Willow-- ever-constant Willow, who had been
there for him since elementary school. Thank God he hadn't lost
her, he thought to himself, because he never would have been able
to face himself if he had screwed things up that badly.
     As he finished his drink, talking to Willow and slowly trying
to feel his way through whatever had happened, Xander began to
slowly realize what it was Cordelia had meant in that lifetime that
had now never existed, but the memories of which were still strong
in his mind. When she had asked what he had wanted and what he
planned to do it he got it, if he did find Buffy in the cemetery
and if he really did save her. He still didn't have any answers to
the question, but now he at least knew-- he might have a chance in
hell of finding out.
     Nina and Elliot. He would miss them. But maybe it was better
this way. They wouldn't grow up with their parents constantly
arguing, and they wouldn't go through whatever messy divorce
procedures would have eventually come. He could deal with the pain.
He could deal with the loss. And for the first time in a decade,
Xander knew he was going to be able to deal with whatever life
threw his way. Because this time, he hadn't been an idle pawn in
fate's game.
     This time, he had made a difference.

THE END

Copyright 1998
Rachel Brody

~

Comments to [e-mail], please.

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Date: Thu, 14 May 1998 23:33:43 -0700
From: Angel's Lover <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Looking Back Intro

Title:  Looking Back
Rating:  PG.. violence, murder.
Story:  A new slayer is born.. someone you'd never expect... visit with
her through her life while she learns, fights, loves and lives as well
as she can.
Posting:  Heaven's Gates:  The Watcher's Diaries:
http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Cafe/3863
Comments:  Please.. to Lea at either [e-mail] or
[e-mail]
Disclaimers:  The characters aren't mine.. they are Joss's, MEP, and
WB's.. I make no money from this and copywright infringement was not
intended.

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



            Looking Back ~  By Lea

    In every generation, there is a chosen one. She alone, will
stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness.
She is the slayer.
    My name is Willow Rosenberg, and I am the slayer.  My story is
a long one, the tale of a journey across the ages beginning with the
death of my best friend:  she who loved me, she who trained me, and
she who preceeded me in this destiny.  In this life I have lost many
friends, however she is the one person whom I will miss the most,
forever.
    Though I will tell you the story of my birth as the slayer, my
conclusion will not be the end of my tale.  My story will continue until
the day I am slain, which I fear will not be long into the future.
Perhaps when that day comes, the next slayer will finish my tale, just
as I finish my predecessor's and begin my own.  I will never be the
slayer she was, I only hope that I can give the trust she always gave
me the justice it deserves as I move on to my own destiny.
    To begin at the beginning of my story would be far too
confusing for those of you who know not of the slayer, or of her death.
Instead I will begin with her.. my friend... my sister.. my....


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


    "BUFFY!!!!!"
    The tiny blonde slayer of whom I've grown so fond over the
years turned abruptly at my call, spinning on her heel, flawlessly
driving the wooden stake deep into the vampire's heart.
    A pang of jealousy ran through me as I watched her move effortlessly
through the vampirical masses, slaying creature upon creature with a
grace born of experience far beyond her years.  I could never move like
that.. I could never be like her, for she was Buffy,
and I was just plain old Willow.
    "Thanks, Will!" she called before returning to the battle.  I smiled,
all negative emotions fading into the background.    When you're merely
the computer wise side kick to an unsung hero there isn't much
you can do to help in a fight; any little bit counts.
    I caught sight of Xander and Angel running towards us from the other
side of the graveyard.  They had earlier returned to the library with
Giles for supplies; the vampires were coming in droves, and they were
all gunning for Buffy.
    Xander came to my side, dropping the bag of stakes and
sanctified weapons to the damp ground.  Angel did not hesitate in
returning to Buffy's side in the midst of the battle.
    "What took you so long?" I teased tensely as Xander smiled
grimly in greeting.
    "We met some resistance along the way.  Our fanged friends are coming
at us from all directions.  They've already taken over the
school; we were lucky to get what we did."  He peered around him
nervously.  "I wonder who called the convention of the undead, and
why."
    A cold fear suddenly ran through me.  "Giles?"
    Xander shook his head.  "He's fine.  He stayed behind with Ms. Calendar
and Cordelia... they're gonna try to hold the library until we can get
back."
    The sounds of vampires screaming came at us from all directions.  We
had been lucky so far; the demons had all been concentrating on taking
Buffy, they hadn't noticed us off to the side.  Our luck
wouldn't hold for long.  Xander and I looked at each other tersely. We
were only sixteen, just regular kids at a regular highschool (well...
Xander wasn't so regular.. he was.. well.. Xander...), and neither of
us wanted to die, but we couldn't leave Buffy and Angel to fight alone.
    I wanted to reach out and touch Xander, kiss him just once in case..
well, just in case, but the same old fears overwhelmed me.  I couldn't
go against the rules of best friends, and one of them were you don't
kiss your best friend no matter how in love with him you may be.
I settled for reaching out and taking a hold of his arm.
    "Come on,"  I called, grabbing the bag and pulling Xander
towards the battle.  "Do you want to live forever?"
    Xander looked at the masses of vampires filling the graveyard
and nodded vigorously.  "Yes!  As a matter of fact I do!"
    Three of the demons closed in on us, my knees shook in fear as
I held tightly onto the stake that had suddenly found the palm of my
hand.  One of the vampires smiled at Xander's last statement.
    "We can help you with that..." it growled and fury overwhelmed me.
    "You leave him alone you over grown halloween costume!" Of
course had I stopped to think about what we had been doing the
halloween of that year, perhaps I could have thought of a less
threatening retort.  I've since come to realize halloween costumes
are highly overrated.
    With a strength I didn't know I posessed I leaped forward and with one
quick thrust pierced the vampire's heart with my stake.  I stumbled
backwards and turned to see Xander staring at me in shock as
the vampire exploded.  I shrugged it off, pushing it aside as merely
adrenaline, and together Xander and I turned on our remaining
assailants.
    The vampires frowned; their easy targets had surprised them.  I grinned
visciously; I had them off balance.
    As Xander raised the crossbow and shakily aimed it towards one vampire,
I stepped forward, stake ready, to do away with the other.
    As I look back now I see that I was unusally calm, moving
forward slowly, almost sneering as the vampire smiled.  I had wanted it
dead, and suddenly I had the strength and will to do it.
    Just as Xander let the bolt fly free from his bow (missing the first
time, but I must give him credit, the second arrow hit dead on),
I threw myself upon the remaining creature, brutally driving my fist
into its face and my stake into his heart.
    I rolled backwards from the explosion of dust, my hand reaching out for
another stake as I moved closer to where Buffy and Angel were fighting
vainly.  Swiftly I slayed two... three... four vampires from behind.  As
we fought, we neglected to notice the number of vampires dwindling; it
was Xander who pointed it out.
    "Don't go!" he called, glibly.  "Awww, come on!  I was just getting
warmed up!" He brandished his crossbow over his head as the demons
passed him by, rushing out the gates of the cemetary.  It was as if
something had summoned them away from the battle.  "Come on!  I can take
ya!  Chickens!!!"
    One of the remaining vampires brushed by Xander as he was
showing off.  With a shove the creature sent Xander sailing to the
ground.  I had to giggle.
    "Way to go, Xan.  You really showed him."  I giggled again, I could
never resist baiting him.
    "Laugh it up, Will.  One day you'll see I can be every bit as good as
that vampire!" Angel; he always had a thing about Angel.
Little did he know I have always thought he was the best.. I never
wanted him to change... but I couldn't tell him that, so I merely
rolled my eyes.
    "Sure you will, Xander."
    Buffy grinned as she came up behind us, "Yep, the very same day Madonna
starts giving Willow wardrobe tips."
    I clapped my hand over my mouth but I couldn't smother the laugh
threatening to emerge.
    He scowled, "You two are such a total laugh riot."  He turned to Buffy,
"Need I remind you it was me who found the closet full o'wives, missy?
Without me you'd probably have landed in jail!"
    Buffy grimaced, she hated thinking about Ted.  "I could have handled
Ted just fine." she muttered.
    "Beg to differ, little lady."
    She scowled. "Fine, have it your way, need I remind you that while I
was suspicious of Ted from the start you were too busy swooning over his
mini pizza's and cookies to listen?"
    Xander blushed; I almost sighed as I looked at him, then yet another
stab of jealously shot through me as I realized he only had
eyes for Buffy.
    Listen, I'm ashamed of how jealous I could be at times, even of my own
best friend.  By the end I understood everything, but at this point she
still had the heart of the boy I loved, and I saw green.
That sexy dance hadn't helped any.. I did not need to see Buffy
gyrating against Xander, even if it was only to make Angel jealous.
    Xander climbed to his feet.  "So, where'd the tall, dark and scaries
rush off to?"
    Angel glanecd at the lightening sky.  "It's almost dawn.  They went for
cover."
    Buffy looked up at him with a soft expression on her face; this time I
did sigh.  What I wouldn't give to be loved like that.  "You should go
home," she said quietly, slowly walking Angel away from
Xander and myself.
    As Buffy said her goodbyes, I turned to watch Xander.  He was watching
Buffy; no surprise.  I heard Angel mutter my name and I turned back to
see both of them watching me as they spoke.  I frowned,
confused.  What did they have to talk about that included me?
    It was later that day that my question was answered, and that
is where my real story begins.

    End Introduction.
- --
Angel's Lover (fondly known as Lea)
"Love makes you do the wacky!"
"I'm SO the net girl!"
Come visit Heaven's Gates: http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Cafe/3863
Defender of David Boreanaz... you know, the man with the fangs! ~VV~

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