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buffyfic-digest Saturday, May 30 1998 Volume 02 : Number 209
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Repercussions, (6/?) by Andrea
BUFFYFIC: Broken Bonds (Part 8)
BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (29/?) by Ingrid
BUFFYFIC: Discuss: The 'classics' of Buffyfic...
BUFFYFIC: The Rewards of Happiness (1/1)
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Date: Fri, 29 May 1998 10:28:35 PDT
From: "Andrea Newbery" <anewbery@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Repercussions, (6/?) by Andrea
Disclaimers in part one. Comments or complaints to anewbery@hotmail.com
Xander's bedroom
August 19, 1998
He lay in bed, Whistler's words haunting him. Pictures of the last few
years flashing through his mind.
Buffy's face as she went to kill Angel.
Angel's face as he told him Buffy was dead, that he had no breath to
save her.
The look in Giles eyes after Ms. Calendar's death.
Angel saving Giles, Willow and himself from certain death in the boiler
room.
Willow's fear when Angel had grabbed her in the hallway. The night after
he had lost his soul.
Willow's hatred when she found out that he hadn't told Buffy she was
trying the curse.
The depression that had settled over Buffy like a shroud after Angel had
changed.
Her face, laughing, as she talked about Angel, and how they weren't
slaves to their passion.
The fear and determination in her eyes when she thought Spike and Dru
would kill Angel.
The look on both their faces after she had saved him, in the church.
Her words after he had staked Theresa, her horror at what had become of
her love.
The way he had gone all game face with worry about Buffy when she had
gone to the frat party.
Angel in the hallway when Buffy was in the hospital. The demon who
wanted Buffy to suffer.
Buffy's face when he had accused her of wanting to forget Ms. Calendar's
death so she could get her boyfriend back.
The Angel who had been so worried about Buffy on her birthday.
He drifted off to sleep, visions of the Angel who had fought with them,
to save the world, to save Buffy interchanging with the Angel who had
killed Ms. Calendar and almost destroyed Buffy.
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Date: Fri, 29 May 1998 19:15:39 -0400
From: uzenet@videotron.ca
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Broken Bonds (Part 8)
Title: Broken Bonds (Part 8)
Author: Northlight
email: uzenet@videotron.ca
Thanks: Leslie
Summary: Giles disappears and bad things start to happen.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
Angel made his way through the empty halls of the school on
silent feet. He was heading towards the library to speak to Giles.
'And seeing Buffy would be a definite plus,' he thought, a small smile
curving his lips at the thought of the Slayer.
The smile faded as his mind turned back to the matter at hand.
There was something happening-- something big. The whole blasted town
seemed to throb with pent up energy. It was making Angel edgy,
especially since this was one thing that had totally stumped him.
The sound of blows emanating from the library caught Angel's
attention. He moved towards the door and peeked in through the window.
He blinked in surprise at what he saw.
As he had expected, Buffy was training. But the man she was
sparing with was most assuredly not Rupert Giles. Buffy's eyes were
narrowed as she smashed her fist into the padded man's stomach. By the
glint in her eyes, Angel could clearly see that she wouldn't have minded
pounding her sparring partner without the protection.
'What the Hell's happening here?" the confused vampire
wondered as he pushed the door open and slid into the library. He
didn't speak, so as not to break his lurking in the dark routine any. He
merely waited for Buffy's senses to pick him up.
He didn't have long to wait. With a final, sharp jab towards
the man's jaw, Buffy swirled around gracefully to face Angel.
She smiled at him. Her obvious delight at his presence warmed
his scarred and battered heart. "Angel!" His name was said on a sigh of
relief as she moved to him.
"Who?" Buffy's punching bag questioned with a pained grunt. He
looked up, and his dark eyes widening in horror as he saw who it was
that stood in the room with them.
Angel tensed instinctively as he saw the look in the man's eyes.
He had seen that look of total, unreasoning hatred more times than he
cared to remember. The man's hand twitched, and a moment later, he was
barreling towards the vampire, cross in hand.
Angel was prepared. He calmly stepped aside, avoiding both man
and cross.
"Stop it!" Buffy screamed as Tyler readied himself for another
try at Angel. She reached out and snagged the back of his collar.
"What do you think you're doing!?"
Tyler was snarling as he looked at Angel. "Are you blind,
girl?! This creature is a vampire! A demon!"
"He's my friend!"
Tyler stared at her in horror. "The Slayer -- friends with a
vampire?" His lips twisted in disgust, his hand still clenched around
the cross. "Slayers are not friends with vampires -- they slay them!
Or had that simple fact escaped your notice?"
Buffy glared at Tyler, her eyes narrowing angrily at his
scornful tone. These days, she found herself becoming angry more often
than ever before. "I am quite aware of that fact. But Angel is
different. He has a soul, and he's helped me--"
"I don't care what he claims, he is a monster! You have to
destroy him!" Tyler spat, pulling himself out of Buffy's grip. He
pointedly backed away from Angel, his cross still held out before him.
"I'm not going to destroy him!" Buffy ground out, "and I'm not
going to let you hurt him either. So put the cross away, or I'll do it
for you!"
Angel, who had been watching the heated exchange between Slayer
and 'Watcher' silently up until that moment, finally broke his silence.
He turned towards Buffy, one eye still trained on the whacko with the
cross. "I think that I'd better leave now, Buffy. I'd rather not have
to put you through anymore of his tantrums needlessly."
"You came here for a reason, and I have some things that I have
to talk to you about. So why don't I go with you, cause I've most
definitely had enough of him."
"Leave?" Tyler gasped. "With him? I am not going to let you do
anything so foolish! Didn't Rupert teach you anything?"
Angel growled slightly at Tyler's increasingly enraged tones. He
felt Buffy tense at his side, and Angel had to consciously restrain
himself from attacking the loud mouthed fool.
"Come on, Angel," Buffy said softly. "Let's get out of here."
Angel cradled Buffy's trembling hand as they made their way out
of the library. She leaned into him, feeling truly safe for the first
time since Giles had disappeared.
End Part 8
------------------------------
Date: Fri, 29 May 1998 20:10:47 -0400
From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (29/?) by Ingrid
DISCLAIMER: The characters? They ainÆt mine.
SUMMARY: Here come the portalsà
FEEDBACK: I hate feedback. DonÆt send it. (Just
kidding. - Does anybody ever *not* want feedback?
REQUESTS FOR PARTS: Give æem here!
(Ingrid29@juno.com)
NOTE: Hey, IÆve got some time to kill (between
projects and recitals) before finals come crashing
down on my head. æTime to write,Æ I always sayà
*********
"Reunion," by Ingrid
Part Twenty-one: "Holes"
*********
Cordelia peeked around a tall bush.
"Nothing. I donÆt see anything."
"Me neither," Xander answered, joining her near the closest
clump of trees. He could still see the house in the distance,
all lit up. He could almost picture the baby inside, in the arms
of the sitter, oblivious in sleep.
How many gifts did they stand to lose tonight?
Suddenly, Cordelia started backwards, snapping him out of
his reverie.
"There it is!"
He followed the aim of her finger, noticing ahead in the clearing
something not wholly identifiable. It was large and gold,
phosphorescent and shimmering.
"Corin!" His wife called the little slayer, whoÆd been nosing
around near the thick patch of trees to their right.
She came running up obediently. Cordelia turned to him and
nodded.
He hesitated. This could be the last time they ever saw this
world. He looked around at the lush greenery and listened to
the breathing of wind and the crickets together. Then
Cordelia tugged at his arm.
"WeÆve got to hurry," she urged, "Willow said the entrances
wouldnÆt remain open for a long time.
They were jumping into the unknown. They could jump in
there only to watch the whole thing over again. Or, Spike
could change it all. "LetÆs go," he agreed, and took her hand.
He closed his eyes, and went first.
~~~~
It didnÆt take Buffy and Angel very long to find another
portal. Angel had noticed a glow from behind one of the
trees, and immediately came upon a giant one, nearly as
tall as the trees themselves.
She followed close behind, quickly catching up to him.
He stepped forward.
"Wait!"
She grabbed his arm, and spun him to face her.
"I know we should hurry, I know, butà If this
doesnÆt work out the way we plannedà I want you
to know that I forgave- I forgive you. Seeing him
wonÆt change that."
His face was ashen. "I know," he answered simply.
"I love you," she offered, watching the shadows play
on his face.
Then light. "I love you too."
He hugged her briefly before stepping into the light.
~~~~
Willow led Giles around the corner of a tree. He felt strange
in her presence; mesmerized, somehow. He was following her
as if in a trance.
She seemed more to drift than to walk, even with the even,
measured steps she was taking.
And then as he turned the corner, he saw the most beautiful
sight he could ever claim to have seen. WillowÆs bright hair
shone as she turned back to him from afar, and time froze.
A light as bright as the sun reflected off her eyes like it would
have a light. She was even more vibrant than sheÆd been
inside, almost one with that brilliant light.
She beckoned him toward the portal, and he felt it again, as
if he wasnÆt in control of his own feet. He was floating towards
the light, and she disappeared into it gradually. And then he
dissolved.
***
End, part 21. Okay, yes, a little short. IÆm having another mini-
block. ItÆs really crappy.
"Birth is merely the onset of a terminal desease known as
life."
- -A.L.
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Date: Fri, 29 May 98 21:20:18 PDT
From: "Sapphire" <sapphire@chaos.taylored.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Discuss: The 'classics' of Buffyfic...
I have a little question for you all. If I wanted to teach someone in
the ways of Buffyfic, what would the top 10 best buffyfics of all
time be to give them to read? Can be long, can be short. Basically
I would like to know what you guys think are the 'classics' of the
fanfic community, some that you think every buffyficcer should read,
and where to find them.
Thoughts?
Sapphire: sapphire@chaos.taylored.com
DC Mailing list; http://www.busprod.com/aclaybor
Keeper of Willow's momentary obsession with sore thumbs,
Willow's whimper of sadness for her dead fish and her fake frog fit in =
KBD
Keeper of Dawson's awe of the 'new' Joey and the song 'On My Own' that =
Joey
sang to Dawson during the pageant.
------------------------------
Date: Sat, 30 May 1998 13:39:07 -0400
From: Jessica Dubois <jessica.dubois@sympatico.ca>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Rewards of Happiness (1/1)
Title: The Rewards of Happiness (1/1)
Author: Jessica Dubois
E-mail: Jessica.Dubois@sympatico.ca
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: It's a short piece, and mostly fluff. Just read it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Willow or Angel or any of the gang. Mutant
Enemy, Joss Whedon, 'Grr Arg' and 'Aw, I Need A Hug' do. No copyright
infringement intended. No profit is being made.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Author's Note: I've been writing a bunch of these lately. They're aren't
really a series, just a set of sorta related stories about Angel and
Willow.
The Rewards of Happiness
By: Jessica Dubois
Willow smiled as she realized that everything was coming together.
Xander was taking care of refreshments, after being told NOT to only
bring Ho-Ho's, Cordelia had entertainment, while Buffy was getting the
Bronze prepared. Willow's job was to bring the birthday boy to the
Bronze without him figuring out what they were up to. And that wasn't
going to be easy...
Willow had pried, with a lot of difficulty, Angel's birthday out of
Giles. And she had decided that Angel deserved a party. After all, he
probably hadn't had one in quite a while...
Willow was literally bouncing on her toes as she got to Angel's
apartment. It wasn't quite sundown yet, so it would be certain that he
was home. She knocked on the door, and, receiving no answer, used the
spare key Angel had given her to let herself in.
"Angel! You have company!" she yelled. Willow could hear the water
running, and assumed he was in the shower, so she sat down to wait,
staring intently at his statue. He'd told her what it was of, but she
never could remember.
Willow smiled yet again as she heard the shower shut off. He was going
to be so surprised.
Angel was basically her best friend now. Xander didn't really
understand her anymore, and Buffy was under so much pressure. She could
talk to Angel about anything, and she rarely held back anymore. And she
was slowly but surely bringing Angel out of his shell. He had started to
really talk to her, and revealed some rather painful memories from his
past. Willow guessed that it was inevitable, that the two of them would
get to be good friends. They were so similar in some ways...
Willow blushed as Angel stepped from the bathroom with only a towel
wrapped around his waist. <Oh, he's gorgeous...> She squelched that
thought, and quickly turned her back to Angel.
"I'm sorry, Willow. I guess I didn't hear you come in. What's up?"
Willow turned to look at Angel as he shrugged into a shirt. "I'm here
to pick you up so that we can go to the Bronze. Remember?" A teasing
note entered her voice. "We didn't trust you to show up and actually be
seen?"
Angel smiled indulgently at Willow. "I remember now. Though I don't see
how this is any different from any night."
"Well, I guess we were just tired of you playing 'Disappearing Boy',
and are taking matters into our own hands."
Angel gave Willow a rueful smile, as he slipped his necklace over his
head. "We'd better go." Angel stopped, then turned over to his desk.
"Oh, I almost forgot. I have something for you." He pulled out a
leather-bound book. He handed it to her with mock-formality. "The book
you requested, Milady."
Willow squealed, and grabbed it. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she
said as she gave Angel a long hug. "You're the greatest!"
Angel smiled, then offered her his hand. She delicately took it, and
the two headed off for the Bronze. Their talk on the way there was a
typical conversation for them. How Willow was doing in school, what was
up with the Slayerettes, what Angel had done during the day, whether he
was eating enough. Nothing particularly important. The two arrived at
the Bronze, and Willow started inside.
"Wait." Angel put a hand on her arm. "I don't like this. It's too
quiet."
"Angel." Angel looked down a Willow. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course." Angel said, looking bewildered.
"Then come inside." Angel took her hand, and the two entered the
Bronze. Angel was walking carefully, and looking about, as the lights
suddenly came up, and the gang yelled "SURPRISE!!!"
Angel was shocked. And confused. He wasn't sure why they were doing
this. He looked at Willow.
"It's your birthday today, Angel," she said gently. Angel did some
quick calculations in his head, and realized that she was right. He'd
completely forgotten. He looked at Willow, then crushed her into a tight
hug.
"Um, Angel, I sort of have to breathe..." Willow said faintly. Angel
pulled back, slightly embarrassed.
"Sorry," he said quietly.
Willow grinned. "It's OK. All's forgiven."
Angel went over to Buffy, and wrapped his arms around lightly her,
holding her. He looked at Willow.
"Thank you," he said to Willow, his voice catching on some unidentified
emotion. "This means a lot to me."
Willow grinned from ear to ear, put on a party hat, and blew into a
party favor. The mood of the rest of the night was festive. They had
gotten the Bronze for the night, (though the fact that Angel was the
owner helped a little,) and partied for hours. Angel and Buffy danced
while Xander sent cutting glances their way. Willow smiled. Nothing was
going to take this night away from Angel. And for a little while, he
could forget, and be with Buffy.
And that was the greatest reward of all. Angel's happiness.
Fin
- --
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"She's dancing... Dancing with Death!" - Drucilla, IOHE4U
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