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buffyfic-digest          Friday, May 29 1998          Volume 02 : Number 208



In this issue:

       Re: BUFFYFIC: Discuss: Oz
       BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 27)
       BUFFYFIC: How to Reforge A Broken Blade (part 5/?)
       BUFFYFIC: Chronicles (14/?)

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Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 06:24:38 EDT
From: <[e-mail]>
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Discuss: Oz

In a message dated 98-05-27 21:42:27 EDT, you write:

>Ok, I haven't sent anything out yet, but I am writing something, and
>although Oz free, I'd have to say he probably is a hard one to write for.
>But believe it or not, I think Buffy and Xander follow close behind.  You
>know they're always going to say something witty, or some dumb joke-ish
>thing, but it's so hard to think of a witty thing to make them say when
>you're writing for them, you know?

The thing is, @ least for me, if I slip into "Buffy Mode" then all the
Valleyspeak and Buffyisms make sense to me so I can write them. But there's no
Oz-mode (yet, I hope they establish more about him tho) so that means it's all
a big PITA. :(

WIth Buff & Xander, my suggestion would be that you not *try* to make it funny
or anything, just write the way they would talk and the funnies come out on
their own.

R

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Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 22:11:28 -0700
From: LadySun <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 27)

Charlotte Sometimes (part 27)
    (Some Violence)


    Never had a carriage ride taken so long. The dirt path was continuous,
and they were in such a hurry. Isabelle was out somewhere, she was going
to die if they didn't find her fast. She knew it, just like her father.
Someone was going to kill mother!
 They sat in the small transportation box. The sheriff, one of his men,
Lydia and herself.
    Fear was eating away at her.
    Oh god, this could be her fault! If she'd just stayed with Isabelle...
stayed with her through the night, sat by her side!
    It ended finally. They were at the Hurst mansion.
Drusilla didn't wait for the coachmen to come around and help them out.
There was no time to be ladylike.
Throwing open the door she rushed the deputies into the house, and up
the stairs.
    Lydia somehow managed to run ahead of her frantic sister and tossed
open the doors.
    "This is where you last saw you mother? Isabelle?" One asked.
    "Yes, she was here --"

~

    The air blew towards Drusilla's face, giving her the most hideous
feeling she'd ever had. The wind around her told her stay back, this was
danger! Something grotesque! Something evil had been here, but it didn't
tell her what.

    Her mind, or soul, or perhaps her psyche tried to tell her something.
Something bad. But she couldn't see.
    Angelus. She could defiantly see him, feel his presence. Of course she
felt his presence! He plagued her every thought! How could she dream of
forgetting someone so perfect.
    But now - this was wrong. Something... awful.
    Isabelle and Angelus.
    Her mind made no sense.

    A Picture. Of teeth, and blood, and Angelus and Isabelle.

~

    "Drusilla!" Lydia screamed out as her sister whimpered and fell to the
floor.
    The sheriff ran to the maiden as she fell to her knee's, keeping her
steady so she didn't fall any further.
    The deputy immediately began to fan her, trying to get oxygen to her
nerves while the sheriff worked on soothing her.
    Drusilla's head fell against the sheriff as he held her sobbing, not
understanding.
'Women' the sheriff hissed in his head. 'Wasn't his job hard enough with
out women?'



~

    "Isabelle!" He hissed smacking her.
    Damnit! She was doing it again.
    "Ohhh, Isabelle" He sighed, dropping to his knees over her, straddling
her body under his. "C'mon. I'm sorry." He looked so serious, totally
transfixed in his work.

    Her swollen eyes slowly opened again. But this time she couldn't breath
to utter a plea, the weight on her chest was suffocating her

    His eyes lit up again "There we are," He smiled, jumping off her body
to sit next to her. "all better and conscious again"
    His hands were caressing her, and she felt she might be sick. But she
was too tired to care anymore. The pain turned to nothing but a dull
ache, the world was blending together and everything made sense. Perfect
sense.

    "Isabelle" Angelus leaned over the dying woman. "Don't go" He said to
her as she began to close her eyes again. "It's almost dark. And, I know
Drusilla's worried sick by now..."
    This caught her attention. Her precious daughters name. Her eyes were
flickering with hatred, and it was a most beautiful shade she wore well.
    "I want to pay her a visit. I was hoping you'd come"



- --

_-_ LadySun

SD - Http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html

    Daylight licked me into shape, I must have been asleep for
days. And moving lips to breathe her name, I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone, Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved, And drowned her deep inside
of me (The Cure)

_ - _Spikette _ Dru's Dolly - Mercenary_ - _
  _ - _ Head Dominatrix in the Evil _ - _
_ - _   Plan For World Domination, _ - _
  _ - _ With Chains and Stuff _ - _

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Date: Fri, 29 May 1998 02:47:53 -0400
From: "R. Smith" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: How to Reforge A Broken Blade (part 5/?)

SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT=20
This story contains extensive references to any and all episodes up to
and including Becoming II. BE WARNED: if you haven=92t seen those
episodes, READ NO FURTHER!
THIS=20
SPACE=20
IS=20
FOR=20
YOUR
PROTECTION

        See part one for disclaimers and notes. Comments or requests for
previous parts to [e-mail]   PLEASE DO NOT DISTRIBUTE WITHOUT
TALKING TO ME FIRST!


    Morning found Rick hard at work at the pell.
    The days he=92d spent on Buffy had been days he=20
wasn=92t practicing, and although he=92d been able to coast=20
when he was younger, that wasn=92t a luxury anymore.
    He=92d been at it about an hour when Buffy came
out into the garage. She watched him work for a while,
offering helpful comments until his third dirty look told her he=20
really wanted to do this on his own.
    She wandered around the garage, poked at his=20
computer for a few minutes, and started looking over his sword=20
collection. She pulled one off the wall, an almost exact match to=20
the one Rick was using, and gave it an experimental swing or=20
two.
    She started to feel a little tightness in her chest as she=20
thought about the last time she=92d held a sword. She started to=20
put it back, when Rick said, =93Good choice. That one and this=20
one are the jewels of my collection.=94
    =93Are they a set?,=94 asked Buffy, =93It  looks like they=92re=20
supposed to be. The inscriptions are the same, the design is the=20
same, but the blades look, I dunno...different.=94
    =93You have a good eye for swords,=94 Rick commented.
    =93Weapons are my life, =93said Buffy, =93Or at least they=20
were.=94
    Rick walked over and held his next to hers, =93Well, these were
originally identical,=94 he said.=20
They were commissioned by twin brothers in the 11th century,=20
before they went off on Crusade. There were monsters around=20
back then too, and the brothers had apparently had a demon=20
problem... The records aren=92t really clear, big surprise. Anyway,
they had some sort of evil magic issues, because they got the=20
Pope to bless their swords against evil. No-one can really say=20
how they got him to do it, but it=92s too well documented to _not_=20
be true. They were passed from father to son for generations,=20
until in the 14th century, that one was broken, no one can say=20
how. The owner had it reforged as close to the original as=20
possible, but it came out slightly different the second time. I=20
found this one in an antique store in Columbus, and after=20
researching the story, I bought that one in auction.=94
    =93I even went so far as to have them re-blessed, not by=20
the Pope, of course, but by the Archbishop of Cincinnati. I did=20
him a favor a couple of years ago, so he knew _just_ the right=20
blessing to put on it.=94
    He smiled.
    =93What does this say?=94 asked Buffy, =93Giles was trying to=20
get me to learn Latin, but I kind of, well, didn=92t.=94
    =93Deus manus mei contra Caligo adducere,=94 Rick replied,=20
=93God guide my hand against the Darkness.=94
    =93That=92s kind of cool,=94 Buffy said, =93Like an invocation, or=20
something.=94
    =93Well, that=92s how I use it.=94 he replied, =93Whenever I=20
really need to connect with one of them, I say that. I=92ve never=20
missed when I did, so I guess it works.=94
    =93Yeah,=94 Buffy chuckled, =93It couldn=92t have anything to do=20
with your mystic gift with swords, eh?=94
    =93Heh-heh,=94 Rick laughed, =93You are _so_ smart. Come on,=20
Miss Smartypants, let=92s go a few rounds. Even if you=92re out of=20
the business, you don=92t want to go all flabby in the, well....=20
posterior region.=94
    =93MY WHAT?=94 Buffy yelled, throwing a half-hearted=20
punch at his head, =93Ok, pal. Let=92s dance. Um... not with these,
though, right?=94
    =93No,=94 Rick replied, =93I usually only use these on bad=20
guys. Those over there, are my father=92s old practice blades. I=20
haven=92t got to use them since he died. It=92s hard to find sparring=20
partners for this particular combat form.=94
    They walked over to the practice rack and picked up a=20
couple of rebated broadswords.
    =93You want body armor?=94 Rick asked, =93I=92d hate to bruise=20
you.=94
    =93Oh, please,=94 Buffy smirked, =93I=92m the Slayer, remember?=20
If you can bruise me, good for you.=94
    She took a swing at him to start the fight.
    They fought for a quite a while, neither one gaining=20
much ground. Rick was a master of the blade, but Buffy was=20
more gifted overall. At first, it was all sword work, cutting and=20
parrying, but after a while, Buffy decided to up the ante.
    She faked high with the sword and kicked Rick right in=20
the gut. The air wooshed out of him and he doubled over, but=20
as Buffy took a swipe at his head, he brought his sword up into=20
a blind parry and gave her a punch in hers in return.
    =93Okay, pretty,=94 he gasped, =93We=92ll play it that way.=94
    The fight continued for several more minutes, ending=20
finally in Buffy giving Rick a spinning kick to the chest, doing=20
an aerial over him and ending with her sword-tip resting=20
lightly=20
on his breast-bone.
    =93Acrobatics?=94 Rick chuckled, =93Who said we could use=20
acrobatics? Did you see _me_ use any acrobatics? No! Good=20
moves, you took me completely by surprise. I should have=20
remembered that you have abilities I don=92t. Well, help me up.=20
I=92m too old to just lay here on the floor.=94
    Buffy reached down and pulled him to his feet with=20
absolutely no strain.
    =93Sorry. Sudden use of Slayer-fu against the elderly was=20
probably not fair, but I was starting to get tired.=94 Buffy said,=20
=93You=92re really good, even after I started using my some=20
punches and kicks, you kept it going. I=92ve never had someone=20
who could give me a fight in practice. Giles tried, but he=92s, well,=20
kind of normal. I always felt like I couldn=92t let loose on him.=20
Anyway, this was fun. We should do it again. I _am_ feeling a=20
little flabby. I started to get tired way too soon.=94
    =93Grab a shower,=94 said Rick, =93And I=92ll start breakfast.=94
    =93Lunch,=94 replied Buffy.
    =93Lunch?=94 asked Rick.
    =93Yeah,=94 said Buffy with a smile, =93We fought right=20
through breakfast.=94

                              **********

They settled into a sort of routine after that . Each morning,=20
they worked out in the garage until they were both exhausted.
Rick found out the hard way that the Slayer was pretty much=20
combat incarnate, as good with a sword as she was with
everything else, which was to say, better than he=92d been at his
best. Fighting her helped him get back some of the skill he=92d
lost over the years.
    They never discussed their forbidden topics, which led to=20
a lot of quiet time between them. Besides their mutual calling,=20
they had very little in common.
    Rick taught her to drive, and found, much to his=20
emotional discomfort, that driving was not a skill that the=20
Slayer born with. In short, she was a terrible driver. Rick=20
acquired a fair number of brand-new gray hairs from the=20
experience, but Buffy learned, and got better pretty quickly.
    June came and went. They both got much better with=20
their battle skills. They used the old =93Highlander=94 trick to get=20
her a new identity, and with it, a driver=92s license. Buffy was=20
ecstatic with her newfound power, and actually took the Toyota=20
out for a drive.=20
    They had become comfortable around each other, each=20
realizing that they=92d found someone they didn=92t have to worry=20
about protecting.
    Buffy couldn=92t figure out how Rick had lived alone for=20
six years. No-one ever called him or stopped by, and when=20
Buffy asked him about it, he said that he didn=92t have any=20
friends. He=92d pushed them all away so that he wouldn=92t have to=20
worry about them. After a couple of years, they all got the hint=20
and moved on. It made her feel sorry for him, all alone for so=20
long, and she tried to be his friend.
    He=92d started patrolling again after a couple of weeks. He=20
had a creeping feeling that there was something going on in=20
the area, something bad. He had no evidence beyond the attack=20
on Buffy, but he was sure there was something he was missing.
He=92d just cruise the city, one hand on his sword, hoping it=20
would twitch. It didn=92t, but he couldn=92t give up his suspicions.
    After the first couple of times, Buffy offered to go with=20
him.
    =93I could come with you,=94 she began, =93You know, to watch=20
your back...=94
    =93Nah, that=92s ok,=94 her replied, =93It=92s just patrolling.=20
Besides, I wouldn=92t feel right dragging you out to do something=20
you hate.=94
    The rebuff smarted. Buffy had just wanted to help, and=20
Rick=92s words had felt just about like a slap. She shrugged it off,=20
and got past it. If he didn=92t want her help, she was cool with=20
that.
    When nothing turned up, he began looking into=20
disappearances of young girls, and was unsurprised to find that=20
ten had disappeared over the past month. They came from all=20
over the Dayton area, varied in age from ten to seventeen, and=20
besides being female, had nothing in common. He tried to=20
triangulate a search by where the girls had been taken from.=20
That gave him a place to start looking.
    Buffy was the one that noticed the girls had each been=20
taken from a different suburb of Dayton. It didn=92t take much to=20
see where they _hadn=92t_ been taken from, and Rick decided to=20
patrol there for a couple of nights.
    =93Need someone to watch your back?=94 Buffy asked, =93It=20
was my brilliance that gave you the clue. I=92d hate for you to end=20
up all beat up because of something I said.=94
    =93You really sure you want to go?=94 Rick replied, =93I could=20
use the backup if something goes on.=94
    He smiled inwardly. She was healing, and getting the=20
itch to kick some evil butt.
    They patrolled for a couple of nights. They were boring=20
nights, since nothing came of them, but after three nights in=20
Beavercreek, they actually thwarted an attack on a sixteen=20
year old girl. They thrashed a total of eight guys and chased off=20
another couple, and got the girl home with a minimum of=20
mental anguish, and only minor damage to themselves.
    Back at the house, they celebrated their success.
    =93We make a good team,=94 Buffy commented as she=20
soaked a bruised fist in a bowl of ice.
    =93I was thinking the same thing, myself,=94 said Rick while=20
cleaning a cut on his forehead, =93But I didn=92t want to be pushy.=94
    =93No biggie,=94 replied Buffy, =93And by the way, this is not=20
like I=92m Slaying or anything. This is just me, keeping you from=20
getting physically abused by the bad monsters.=94
    Rick chuckled.
    =93Ok,=94 he commented dryly, =93You=92re not Slaying. You=92re=20
my..... sidekick.=94
    =93Hardly,=94 said Buffy,=94 since I can kick your butt=20
sideways. I=92d like to think of us as partners.=94
    They talked about the night, trying to figure out what=20
the bad guys were up to and coming up empty. They were=20
collecting young girls for something.=20
    Rick figured they were building up for a sacrifice, but he=20
couldn=92t figure out what they=92d need that many girls for.
    Buffy wished they had Giles handy. She was sure that=20
he=92d be able to find just what they needed in his =93big set of=20
musty old books.=94 They didn=92t have Giles, however, so she=20
figured they were out of luck in the research department.
    Two days later, they were finishing up their morning=20
workout when the phone rang.
    They both stopped dead. The phone hadn=92t rang since=20
long before Buffy had moved in.
    *Hell,* Rick thought, *There are only about three=20
people who even have this number.*
    He picked up the phone.
    =93Hello?=94 he said, then paused as the person on the line=20
began talking.
    =93Trina, slow down. How do you know she was.... A=20
note?... Addressed to me.... Yeah, read it to me........=94
    He sat down as if a weight had landed on his shoulders.
    =93You=92re sure it says Golab?... Ok, I=92ll get her back.... Yes,=20
I know this is my fault. I=92ll make it right..... No, I=92m sure she=92s=
=20
still alive....... Look, this is what I do. No, I didn=92t expect this to=
=20
happen someday, that=92s why I sent you away. Trina, I=92ll get her=20
back..... I=92ll call you in a couple of days. Yeah.=94
    He hung up the phone, and sat like he=92d aged 100 years=20
during the conversation.
    He looked at Buffy and said, =93Demons have my=20
daughter.=94


more to come...

------------------------------

Date: Fri, 29 May 1998 02:03:03 -0700
From: [e-mail] (Charity C. T.)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Chronicles (14/?)

Name: Chronicles of the White Knight #14 Pitfall
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 creator
Joss Whedon, and its owners Mutant Enemy productions, Kuzui Productions,
Sanddollar Productions, and 20th Century Fox.
Rating: PG

************************
Chronicles of the White Knight
#14 Pitfall
By: Taygeta

    Buffy and Xander lingered still in the empty corridor, despite
the fact that the last bell had rung nearly half an hour ago.  A month
had come and gone, but to them it was as if time had stood still and they
had loved forever.  Still, forever may not be as permanent as it seems to
be.

    "Don't you have to be somewhere?" he said softly in her ear as
his arms encircled her waist, recalling that she had told him of her
meeting Giles after school.

    "Whatàyou want me to leave?" she replied looking up at him.

    "Well, I - " Xander began, but the loud clacking of cheap leather
loafer soles on the hall linoleum ceased the conversation as their eyes
fell upon the odious intruder.

    Principal Snyder approached them with his gnome-like exterior and
not to mention his overbearing small-man complex," I though I made it
clear to you and your trouble-making group beforeàpublic displays of
affection on school property is entirely inappropriate."

    With much reluctance, Buffy removed her arms from his neck and
his from her waist.  They stood abash for a moment as they eyed the
principal that still held presence over them.

    "That'sàbetter," he replied, giving them a look as he continued,
"Let's hope I don't have to warn you two again, but knowing you twoà"

    "Look Principal Snyder - " she began as he started to walk away,
but Xander pulled her arm in a move to stop her.  Her eyes blazed
wondering how he had such insolence hinder her thwarting.

    "Buffy, as much as I'd love to see the Slayer vs. the Snyder, the
words of 'suspension' and 'expulsion' come to mind," he replied looking
into her eyes and then getting out of his serious mode, he continued,
"Can ya possibly see these words coming to yours?"

    She sighed, "I know, Xander, I know, but can I help it if our
principal happens to be the complete moron that he happens to be?  I'm
serious though, anything I probably do to him would be an improvement."

    "Wait a minute, first you expect me to understand you could get
away with rearranging his face without getting yourself into more trouble
than you already are and now you expect me to believe that the words
'Snyder' and 'improvement' can be used in one sentence?" he said.  "How
gullible do you think I am?"

    She held in a laugh before she retorted, "You sure you want me to
answer that?"  Before, Xander could respond, she glanced at the large
clock at the front of the corridor and banged her head against the nearby
locker.  "It's nearly 3:30, and I told Giles that I'd be there at three,
and don't you dare tell me I told you so!"  Kissing Xander promptly on
the cheek, she said, "I'll see you later," and then ran as quick as her
feet could carry to the library, making sure that she went the opposite
direction of Snyder.

    He leaned against the locker with a sigh, but this was not a sign
of tiredness or fatigue.  It was rather the sigh of contentment because
at this pinnacle in time that was what he wasàcontent.  Such feelings of
relaxation faded, when the quiet of the empty halls of Friday was broken
by the echoing sounds of designer heels of Italian leather.  He looked up
and, there, approaching him, was none other than, Cordelia Chase,
herself.

    "Hi, Xander," she said sweetly with a smile, "Umàlook, can we
talk?"

    "Sure," he replied with a nonchalant shrug, "Talk away."

    She frowned slightly at the place of meeting, but sighed and
continued, "We got off to a pretty bad break up and I just wanted you to
know that Colin didn't mean anything to meàat all.  I just wanted to make
you jealous, I guess."

    "Wait a minute, Cordelia, are you telling me that you wanted to
make me jealous when you and I were already together?  Why?"  Xander
retorted with an expression of perplexity.

    "That way, for once, you could look at me, you nimrod, without
even the slightest thought of Buffy in the back of your mind," she said
angrily, wondering why she even troubled herself to do these things.

    Xander shook his head in disbelief and exhaled deeply, "Look,
Cordy, did it ever occur to you that guys can get over you?  Wait a
minuteàwhy do I bother asking?  You can't even get over yourself."

    "Ohàright, words of wisdom from the greatest of the
self-centered," she responded, "God, I'm surprised I put up with you for
that long.  You could never once adjust to what I wanted; it was always
that I got stuck with the pitfall.  Can you possibly comprehend, in that
little brain of yours, the state of shock I got after plunging from the
popular to theàtheàScooby Doo Gang?"

    "Hey, you chose to be with me, I didn't make you do anything," he
replied, his voice dropping to a softer tone, "And I stayed, okay?  No
matter what was going on, how I felt about Buffy, I didn't want to hurt
you, Cordelia.  At that moment, I'm sure I pretty much gave up on the
idea that anything could happen to her and I, anyway.  Don't talk to me
about pit falls and comprehensionàdon't talk to me about blindness and
self-centeredness because from the way I see it, you're the one who's
lost mind and reason.  Don't you understand?  We may have had problems,
many of which were probably my fault, but you made them worse.
CordeliaàI know about the spell."

    "What?" she responded with a surprised expression, "How is that
possible?"

    "Amy told me all I needed to knowàshe didn't erase my memory," he
replied, and then continued, "I should thank you, actually, because
without you I think I would have given up on Buffy entirely by now.
Maybe that means that the hands of fate may be finally working in our
favor."

    Cordelia grew decidedly silent and she turned to hear footsteps
approaching them, and as the owner of that tread came into light, she
smiled.  She walked closer to him and whispered in his ear, "And maybe
not," before she kissed him, all in the sight of his beloved Buffy.

    "Buffyàwait!  I didn't - " Xander said as he saw the familiar
figure in blonde running away when he tried to push Cordelia away from
him.

    "Welcome to your pit fall, Xander," she said as she ended up
pushing him and walked with loud steps away from the scene she had left
to transpire.

    He banged his head against the locker and then slammed his fist
against the very same, "GodàNo!"  Shaking his head, he ran and hoped for
anything that everything they had was not falling to pieces with every
passing second.

    Buffy ran until she could run no more and finally found some
solace in Willow's opened, empty classroom, formerly that of Miss
Calendar's.  The image of the scene was too vividàtoo fresh in her memory
that her brain hurt to think about it and her heart ached to know that it
was true.  She wanted to know why he had kissed Cordelia, and if it were
vice-versa, why didn't he push her away?  A million questions and a
handful of possibilities were all she received for her sorrow and
confusion, and as Willow walked into the room, her confusion was
decidedly going to intensify.

    "Buffyàwhat are you doing here?" she asked sitting beside her
friend in one of the various classroom desks.

    "Kind of weird seeing me in a classroom by act of choice, huh?"
she joked despite the fact that her mood was far from the realm of humor.

    "What's wrong?"  Willow asked as she noted the sad expression in
her friend's eyes.

    She shook her head and replied, "It's nothing," but in the back
of her mind she heard herself continue, < because Xander and I are
nothing.  >

    "Umàthere's something I think I should tell you," the redhead
said as she stood up and walked to her desk.

    "What's that?" she responded as she stood up and followed her
friend.

    The redhead hesitated, but then pulled out a yellow disk from her
satchel, "I found this while cleaning up the class and there's something
in this disk that you should know about?"

    Sensing her friend's demur, Buffy realized that the content of
the disk held something of great importance, "What's on this disk?"

    "Miss Calendar translated some very intricate and ancient text
and she put it on this disk," she began and then she took a deep breath,
"She was looking to give Angel back his soul, and she succeeded.  Buffy,
this disk contains the spell that would mean his return."  After many
countless minutes and she did not reply, Willow continued, "You need time
to thinkàI knowàI'll just leave you alone for a - "

    "No," Buffy said promptly as she stood up and walked towards that
where she had sat down.

    "But, what about - " Willow stammered in stupefaction as to how
quick she could answer such a decisive question, "Xanderàhe's gonna be -
"

    "No, Willow, no," she responded as she took the yellow disk from
her hand and eyed it as thoughts of Xander filled her mind and anger
replaced the sadness in her heart, "I want you to do this spell, that way
I can have Angel backàmy Angel."

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