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buffyfic-digest          Friday, May 22 1998          Volume 02 : Number 198



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: BBETA:Life's A Bitch (5/?)
       BUFFYFIC: Angel's Hope (1/1)
       BUFFYFIC: POEM: Unwanted
       BUFFYFIC: OFF TOPIC!!!: BUFFY MAILING LISTS
       BUFFYFIC: "We Were Children" (2/4)
       BUFFYFIC: "We Were Children" (1/4)
       BUFFYFIC: "We Were Children" (3/4)
       BUFFYFIC: "We Were Children" (4/4)
       Re: BUFFYFIC: OFF TOPIC!!!: BUFFY MAILING LISTS
       BUFFYFIC: Chronicles (12/?)
       BUFFYFIC: Best Intentions (4/12)

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Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 19:26:21 EDT
From: G90210 <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: BBETA:Life's A Bitch (5/?)

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This was just a thought I had one day.  Because Buffy has to
deal with stuff, most people don't think exist(right they don't, come on now
for my own mentalness, they don't!) What about when she has to face real
stuff, like real diseases.  I don't know why I thought of this, but
oh well I did.

TITLE: Life's A Bitch
AUTHOR: mInDy   ([e-mail]   or    [e-mail])
SUMMARY: I don't know how to write one to this, so read.......it's about Buffy
and Angel for those of you who it matters too.
SPOILERS: None at the moment.
TIME LINE: After S/I
IMPORTANT: Angel IS good in my story, he does has soul, and the curse can't be
broken this time.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing!!
WARNING: Look at the title and the language will be explained.

Life's A Bitch
by:mInDy
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

    Angel was listening to his radio, waiting on Buffy and Willow to get back.
He was very worried about all of this.  He knew Buffy could handle vampires,
demons, whatever, and he knew she would get through this.....but how could he
help?  With the vampires and demons, he could help her fight them, tell her
she beat the master, she could kill them.  But this was different, this was
something he never knew much about.  He wanted her to be ok, he wanted it to
be like it was going to be, how he had planned it to be this whole week, but
now it wasn't going to be.

    Someone was opening his door.  He went to see who it was.  There she was, by
herself, he guessed Willow dropped her off and left the two of them be alone.
Angel didn't know what to do, he just stood there staring at her.  She didn't
look like Buffy, his Buffy, just a copied of image of her.  Her face wasn't as
full of life as it had been.  Her eyes were, a pale green, and not the emarald
color he loved so much.  Her face was deathly pale, almost the color of his,
except she had a hint of rose coloring from the heat outside.

    She walked over to him and just looked at him.  She needed him now, she knew
in her heart that it wasn't his fault.  She would never blame it on him.  She
walked a little closer to him, and put her arms around her neck, holding him,
needing him to hold her too.

    And he did just that.  He put his arms around her, and completed the hug,
pulling her closer.

    He had no idea on what to do right now, just to hold her and never let go.
To never let another man hurt her like that again.  To always love her, till
death do they part, and then in heaven.  Which, he knew he could.

    A song in the background played, that fit the moment so right, they started
swinging lightly to the music.  The song could've been sung from both of them,
at different parts, it sounded like the other one was singing.  And when the
song was over, they didn't stop their dance.

<Where do we go from here?
This isn't where we intended to be
We had it all, you believed in me
I believed in you
Certainties disappear
What do we do for our dream to survive?
How do we keep all our passions alive,
As we used to do?

Deep in my heart I'm concealing
Things that I'm longing to say
Scared to confess what I'm feeling
Frightened you'll slip away

You must love me
You must love me
Why are you at my side?
How can I be any use to you now?
Give me a chance and I'll let you see how
Nothing has changed

Deep in my heart I'm concealing
Things that I'm longing to say
Scared to confess what I'm feeling
Frightened you'll slip away

You must love me
You must love me
Why are you at my side?
How can I be any use to you now?
Give me a chance and I'll let you see how
Nothing has changed

You must love me>

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
End Part 5
TBC.......FEEDBACK PLEAZE!!!!!

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Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 20:38:55 -0400
From: Jessica Dubois <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Angel's Hope (1/1)

Title:  Angel's Hope (1/1)
Author: Jessica Dubois
E-mail: [e-mail]
Distribution: Please ask first. It'll be archived eventually at my own
site, The Place Where Forbidden Love Dwells,
<http://www3.sympatico.ca/jessica.dubois>
Rating: PG
Summery: A companion piece to Willow's Challenge, it's in Angel POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Willow or Angel. Mutant Enemy, Joss Whedon, and
'Grr Arg' do. No copyright infringement intended. No profit is being
made.
Feedback: Yes, please.


Angel's Hope
By: Jessica Dubois

    Angel dug his hands deeper into his pockets as he headed towards the
Bronze. He had checked on Buffy, and she was doing fine. Besides, for
once, it felt wrong to be lurking. He thought that maybe in the Bronze,
he might not feel like such an intruder.

    His eyes scanned the Bronze, as they always did when he entered, for
any signs of a threat. He might pretend to be human, but he was still a
predator at heart. A faint smile came to his mouth as he saw Willow
sitting alone at a table. She was staring off into space, and stirring
her drink incessantly. He slipped into a corner, and continued to watch
her. The pretty hacker seemed almost... sad. Willow was the closest
thing he had to a friend. While he might... feel for Buffy, it was
impossible for them to be truly friends, especially with the
Slayer/Vampire thing in front of them. Xander was a rival for Buffy's
affections, which ruled him out, and Giles... Angel smirked. Giles was
still wary of him, and worried that his relationship with Buffy would
get her harmed, or worse, killed. No, Willow was the only one even close
to being a friend to him, his first friend since he had been a boy back
in Ireland.

    He moved towards her, a smile coming to his lips as he saw how happy
she seemed to see him. She sat up straight, a smile coming to her lips,
and even from here, he could see the light dancing in her eyes.

    "How are you, Willow?" he asked as she looked up at him. <She's so
little...> He motioned as to whether he could sit, as he examined her
face. She seemed pale, but her face lit up with a smile, as she quickly
nodded.

    "Good. If you're looking for Buffy, she's out patrolling." she told
him.

    <She seems surprised that I'm here. Doesn't she know that she's the
only one I can really talk to...> Angel felt a smile curving his lips.
He didn't know what it was about Willow, but he had a hard time being
aloof around her. It was almost as if she DEMANDED he participate, and
that there wasn't any way around it.

    "I know. But vamp activity is pretty low right now. So she'll be fine."
He didn't mention that he hadn't felt comfortable around her. "I thought
that since Xander was away, you might like some company." He saw
Willow's face explode in happiness. <What is it about that boy? He
always seems to make her unhappy.>

    "I could always use company. Especially since I rarely see you, and you
rarely talk, and we really..." Angel felt another smile tugging at his
lips. Willow was so... normal. It was nice. He noticed her look down,
and he could sense the blood rushing into her face, even though he
couldn't see it. And he heard her mumble, "And I really should be quiet
now."

    Angel chuckled softly. "It's alright, Willow. I don't mind if you
babble. It almost makes me feel... normal." And it did. And that scared
him. He wasn't normal, and never would be. He had to remember that.

    "You are normal," Willow shot back at him. "In a..." Willow sputtered
to a stop, realizing how silly her statement was. <So quick to defend
other people, even against themselves...> "Ok, you're not normal. You're
special, and you deserve to feel happy." Angel grunted at that, a
discordant negative sound. He didn't deserve to be happy. After all he'd
done, he didn't deserve happiness, or the second chance Willow was
trying to offer. "You do," Willow insisted. "You're a great guy, and a
great friend. You help people, and if it weren't for you, Buffy, Xander
and I would probably be dead." Angel had been growing more and more
uncomfortable as she went on, and couldn't help what he said next. It
was pure instinct.

    "Don't say that."

    "It's true," she said softly. <No, it's not!> screamed something inside
him. <You're cursed, and will never do anything truly good again!> "And
I want to thank you for it."

    Angel looked at her, all his guilt and sadness reflecting in his eyes.
He had to get out of here. She meant well, but she didn't understand...
"I didn't do anything." He glanced around the Bronze, while desperately
trying to control the emotions raging through him. When he realized that
he couldn't, he moved to get up, while muttering, "I should go."

    Willow put a hand on his arm, and he turned to look at her. <So
pure...> He thought, as the lights glinted from her hair. <Like an
Angel... An Angel sent to torment me...>

    "Angel, I'm your friend, and I'm always here for you. Remember that,
ok?" Willow looked so hopeful. <I can't let her down... Even after all
she's seen, she's so innocent... How can I not react to that?> He gave a
quick nod, and headed for the exit to the Bronze.

He needed space, without the people crowding around him. He ended up on
the roof of the Bronze. It was always tranquil there, even with the
noise filtering through from below. He thought back to his conversation
with Willow. 'Angel, I'm your friend...' Friend. He hadn't had a real
friend in... centuries.

Perhaps... Perhaps this time would be different. Perhaps he could really
have a friend again. It might be a futile hope, but then again, what
else could he do, but hope?

Fin

    Feedback, Please! Should I do more of these?

- --
"Ours is a forbidden love." - Willow, Lie to Me
"She's dancing... Dancing with Death!" - Drucilla, IOHE4U

Keeper of Willow's Spellcasting Ability

Visit my Site
The Place Where Forbidden Love Dwells
http://www.fortunecity.com/lavendar/attenborough/295/index.html

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Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 22:09:10 EDT
From: Aglx <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: POEM: Unwanted

Title: Unwanted
Type: Poem/Song
Rating: G all the way.
Author: Michelle ([e-mail])
Spoilers: Kinda. It would be best if you saw Becoming before reading this.
Notes: This is a sappy, depressing poem that I wrote. It has nothing to do
with me or anything. I wrote it for a school project (weird project) and then
I made it into a song when I started song writting.
Feedback: Please, but off-list.
This is a poem I wrote a long time ago. It was turned into a song when I got
into song writting and now, after seeing "Becoming" I realized it really fits
with the way Buffy is probally feeling. So, I'm sharing it with all of you.

~~~

A life unwanted, unasked for,
Where fantasies never come true.
Dreams become your worst nightmares,
And time will never undo.

The pain in my heart grows stronger.
Everything I had, now gone.
You've left me alone forever,
But I must continue on.

The sky, so dark, so lonely.
The song in my heart so sad.
A new start is my only hope,
Since I've lost everything I had.

A life unwanted, unasked for.
A future that will never last.
My destiny chosen against my will.
My life will go by so fast.

~~~

E-mail me off list and let me know what do you think?

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Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 22:51:20 -0400
From: Conor <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: OFF TOPIC!!!: BUFFY MAILING LISTS

I know I'm not supposed to post other than fiction, but I was wondering
if someone could give me the address for a regular Buffy list.


thanks,


- -R

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Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 22:50:58 EDT
From: KylenRevik <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "We Were Children" (2/4)

See part 1 for disclaimers. E-mail [e-mail] for missing pieces.
Comments to [e-mail], please.

~

II.
We were children.
Forever delighting
in smashing what we passed
and not cleaning up
the rubble in our wake.
We were children.
A gang of three,
rowdy and playful,
delighting
in the sheer mysteries
posed by ourselves and each other.
We were children
as we gulped the wine
we weren't allowed to touch,
and tormented small animals
that walked on two legs
and felt,
and did not know why
they were the targets we had selected.
But neither did we,
for we were children.
We were children,
and as careless with those toys
as if they had been made of wood
and not flesh and blood.
We were children
without parents to guide us
or a conscience
to tell us we'd misbehaved.
With no boundaries
and no reason to care
had we crossed them.
We were children
as we traveled the countrysides
and divided two against one
then one against two,
our loyalties shifting.
Those of children often do.
But unlike children,
the grudges were never held too long,
for we were also something more:
A family.
A band of roaming gypsies at night.
And all we had
was each other.
We were children
and in death understood only
that we'd been granted eternal life
without the rules which already lay broken at our feet.
Childhood lasting forever,
with each other.
But like any group of playmates,
we children argued,
only to make up, heal the breaks
The mendings were shoddily done
but served the needs of the past.
Like children,
we cared little for the quality
so long as the job was done
and we could go on
in our blood-sweetened innocence,
pretending all had been healed.
We stared down
pronouncing ourselves gods.
Two boy-kings and their queen
out to rule the world
or destroy it.
If it wasn't ours,
it would be no-one's.
We were children
engaged in a game we hadn't wanted
until we were too deep in
to climb up from the pit.
We were children who thought every ill
could be solved
with an embrace
and a bedtime snack.
We were stupidly blind
to the rest of the world
for as long as we could be.
We were helpless
until we refused to be,
and then it was too late.
So still,
we were children.

~

Comments to [e-mail], please.

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Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 22:50:43 EDT
From: KylenRevik <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "We Were Children" (1/4)

Notes: I wrote this after tuesday's episode, because it was the only way I was
gonna be able to sleep. It's about the general loss of innocence that I think
was seriously stepped up in that ep, on everyone's part. Thanks to Sarah for
telling me "Rach, try writing some poetry" when I said I was all empty inside
and couldn't write a thing.
Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers apply.
Distribution: Not without my express permission, please.
Comments: Yes, please, to [e-mail].

~

We Were Children

I.
We were children.
Living our lives and
spinning till we hardly knew which way
was the sun
so we could turn our faces toward it.
We were children.
Children who had never touched life
as we let the tides
in the ocean of life and fate
guide us.
We were children,
and we did as we were told
when there was no reason not to.
We were children and
we thought
that was what we would always be.
We were children
who never cared what time we came home
or who was there to greet us,
because there would always be
a tomorrow
and a second chance.
We were children
when we looked to the sky
and saw the clouds overhead.
We were children,
and like children,
we were careless.
Words fell from our lips
breaking like the crystal vase
a child must never touch.
We were naive,
always looking forward
or up
because we were too small
to see the world on level,
and too weak to bend it
to our wills.
The wills of children
awake past their bedtime
and wanting to know
if they could just have
ten
more
minutes.
Like children, we docily took
the pat on the head
and counted ourselves
"lucky"
for the roof
the clothes
the family
the friends
the love
and our childhood innocence.
We were children,
an excuse that meant
it was alright.
To be blind was allowed,
to feel was too painful
and too advanced
and not something
we would need.
Because in a world of
unending horror,
we were protected.
We were children.

~

Comments to [e-mail], please.

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Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 22:50:59 EDT
From: KylenRevik <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "We Were Children" (3/4)

See part one for disclaimers and notes. E-mail [e-mail] with
comments or requests for missing pieces.

~

III.
We were children
meeting on the playground
picking teams by
heartbeats and diets
Good and Evil
Black and White
Children honor no shades of grey.
We battled for glory and hope
and destruction and memories.
We took no prisoners
We spared no life
We showed no mercy.
We were children, and we relished the fight
not seeing how it was not we
who should have fought.
Not for the reasons they gave us.
The greyness crept in
but we were children
and never thought to look toward the edges
Seeing none of the signs that said
Black and White
were merging.
Warning shots were fired--
we suppose that now, looking back
- --But we were children and paid them no heed at the time.
We were too engaged
in the myopia of battle
and the grand goals we had laid out
As they stretched on before us forever
a field marked in team colors and blood
We were divided by the things
every child knows are separate.
We never thought to question
and never wondered if
by chasing the goals of the rest of the world
and our ancestors
we might have been killing our own dreams
to live as we wished.
We carried the legacies
left us by past generations
and never thought to wonder
if like us, they too
were children.

~

Comments to [e-mail], please.

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Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 22:51:01 EDT
From: KylenRevik <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "We Were Children" (4/4)

See part one for disclaimers and notes. Comments and requests for missing
pieces to [e-mail], please.

~

IV.
They are children.
Fighting was not meant for them,
and in the end
we're naught but pawns,
doing as we've been told
for thousands of millennia.
Obeying the most basic desires
for right and wrong
to be at odds.
Behaving like children
forever.
They are children,
asking of fate what they dare not ask for
in themselves
while they wish an ending from her hands.
They must learn,
for in time even children
must rise up from the arms
of their protectors
to decide for themselves
if they will continue to take on
the fight of their parents' ancestors
who went so far before
and most likely
were only children
when they set out upon
this course of action.
And in the end
the future and its beginning
will be in the hands
of these.
These squabbling children
Who pretend to be more
and have never been less.
But still,
they will always be children.

END

Copyright 1998
Rachel Brody

~

Comments to [e-mail], please.

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Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 21:58:42 -0500 (CDT)
From: Jill Kirby <[e-mail]>
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: OFF TOPIC!!!: BUFFY MAILING LISTS

At 10:51 PM 5/21/98 -0400, Conor wrote:
>I know I'm not supposed to post other than fiction, but I was wondering
>if someone could give me the address for a regular Buffy list.

Anyone interested in the general Buffy discussion list, go here for info:

http://www.mindspring.com/~romana/buffylist/

Please note that we are not processing any new s*bscriptions to either list
until after the holiday weekend.

Now, back to your regular Buffy fiction.  :)

Jill
Jill Kirby ~~  [e-mail] ~~ www.geocities.com/SoHo/Lofts/4107
               NatPack ~~ ABotCoS ~~ NP4 ~~ Dreamer/Minstrel

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Date: Fri, 22 May 1998 00:16:12 -0700
From: [e-mail] (Charity C. T.)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Chronicles (12/?)

Name: The Chronicles of the White Knight #12 Determined
Author: Taygeta
Address: [e-mail]
Feedback: Please!
Uses in anything: Sure, but tell me first.
Spoiler: Not really, might have mentioned a past episode.
Disclaimer: The Buffy characters portrayed in this story and any other
references to Buffy the Vampire Slayer are the property of its creater
Joss Whedon, and its owners Mutant Enemy productions, Kuzui Productions,
Sandollar Productions, and 20th Century Fox.
Rating: PG

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

The Chronicles of the White Knight
#12 Determined
By: Taygeta


    Cordelia held her composure when she heard the news of Xander and
Buffy from various people during school.  Held it still when she had to
pass by him in the hall and share a class with Buffy during third period
history.  Never once throughout the entirety of that day did she let her
poise falter, until the mere words of gossip hit her of the extent of
their truth.

    It was by chance that she saw them in the hall that day.  She had
opted to take the longer route to her cheerleaders' meeting as opposed to
the shorter route and had bumped into the couple in the hall.  Buffy was
noticeably holding hands with Xander and they had been laughing over some
inside joke, but when they spotted her in the hall the laughter quickly
subsided.  At that moment, Cordelia came to grips with the reality that
the relationship she had known with Xander was truly over in his eyes and
that she had lost somehow in her scheme of things.  The conversation was
brief and awkward and they parted not soon after their first encounter
with each other.

    As she walked towards the room where the meeting was to be held,
something in her caused her to turn back and sit down in contemplation on
a nearby bench.  She couldn't conceive how it was possible that
everything that she had planned to the utmost detail had gone awry.  The
Colin plan was the only thing that had worked, and the only problem with
it was that it had worked all too well.  Cordelia had wanted to make
Xander jealous and she had accomplished just that, however, she had never
thought that he would break up with her over one dance.  She had to keep
her pride, and despite the drab personality of Colin Williams and her
missing Xander, that meant she had to continue to date Colin as if she
liked himàwhich she didn't.

    She shook her head in frustration and in doing so she closed her
eyes, and saw the image of their clasped hands had seared itself into her
memory.  It made her recall how she and Xander use to do the same thing,
which brought her to the memories of their short, but sweet relationship.
 How was it that she got the short end of the stick, when she was the one
that was trying so hard to keep him in her arms?  There was the
keywordàtry, but in trying all she had succeeded was pushing him farther
away from heràmore than he had ever been before.

    A wave of realization hit her even quicker than the surge of
sadness that had overcome her just minutes before.  It made her realize
that she was going about this all wrong by just sitting around and
brooding over him.  After all, she was Cordelia Chase, and what Cordelia
Chase wantsàshe getsàno matter the cost.

***********************
End of Part 12

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Date: Fri, 22 May 1998 10:08:29 PDT
From: "Jennifer M." <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Best Intentions (4/12)

TITLE: Best Intentions
AUTHOR: Jennifer M. ([e-mail])
SUMMARY: What would happen if Buffy's mom found her diary?  Up to this
point, Joyce has over-reacted a bit to Buffy's secret life.  If you
would like the previous three parts, please just write to me and I can
e-mail them back.  Also, I combined a couple of parts, so the total
number has changed.
RATING: PG.
TIME PERIOD: Maybe past Becoming 1? (My version is definitely different
than Becoming 2!)
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 4

Giles sat heavily on his chair.  He looked at the blotchy face of
the woman sitting on his cot.  "Oh, my.  Uh, Mrs. Summers I
realize you think that is what you needed to do, but, uh, I think
you've made a grave mistake.  We must," he stopped and then
stood up, extending his hand to her.  "Come on.  We have to
go and get her."

"No Mr. Giles.  I can't do that.  Not until I know what's going
on with her.  With you!  And, I *know* what I did was best for
my daughter.  There are just things that don't make sense.  There
are so many problems right now.  Her father and me, that
ex-boyfriend of hersà Angel?  Did you know that he's stalking
her?  He came to our house and threatened her!  So, it's really no
wonder that she's goneà  That she needs some time to relax and
get her feelings in order.  I *really* think she needs some help."

"Please Mrs. Summers, let me explain.  Or, or try to..."

Xander and Willow walked into the Library.  "Yo!  G-man!
Where ya hidin'?"  Xander called out.  The two kids stopped
at the office door when they saw him in the room with Joyce.

"Mrs. Summers!  What happened?  Where's Buffy?"  Willow asked
shrilly.  Her worst fear seemed to be coming true.  Both she and Xander
were wondering why she was absent.  Willow suddenly remembered
what Principal Snyder said to her earlier in the day:

< "Rosenburg!  Where's that delinquent friend of yours?"

"Uh, sir?"  she asked him.  "Delinquent?"

"Don't play dumb!  You know who I mean!"  he said, obviously
frustrated.  "That trouble-maker, Summers?  Did she skip school
again today?"  he barked at her.

"Um, well, I don't think so, Mr. Snyder.  Buffy's not one to justà"

"That's enough, Rosenburg.  No need to stick up for her.  You tell
your 'friend' that I'm keeping my eye on her!  And, she'd better
make an appearance today.  You're dismissed," he snapped.
Willow escaped to the Computer Lab, still wondering where
Buffy was. >

"Uh, Willow, Xander.  I think I need some time alone with Mrs.
Summers.  Please, why don't you, uh, go on home.  I will need
you backà No wait.  Stay here.  I think maybe the two of you
can help sort this whole thing out," Giles told the teenagers.  He
pulled a handkerchief from his tweed jacket pocket-- and wiped
his forehead.

"Mr. Giles, do you really think it is a good idea to involve them?
They are so youngà Buffy's best friends."  Joyce said sadly.

"That's right, Mrs. Summers.  We're Buffy's best friends, and if
she's in some kind of trouble, we need to know about it.  We have
to help her," Xander told her.

"Well, there's nothing you can do to help her right now," Joyce
said quietly, looking at her hands.

"Willow, go and make up a sign and lock the library doors.  W-we're
going to need some time to work this out. Please, hurry," Giles told
the girl.  Willow nodded her head and got up to do as he bid.
"Xander, please, go and make us some tea."

"OK, Giles."  Willow and Xander left the office.


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