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buffyfic-digest        Thursday, June 11 1998        Volume 02 : Number 226



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: Looking for a proofreader.
       BUFFYFIC: Best Intentions 11/12
       BUFFYFIC: Best Intentions 12/12
       BUFFYFIC: "Syndicate: Termination" (1/1)

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Date: Tue, 09 Jun 1998 22:02:57 -0700
From: Jeff Weitkamp <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Looking for a proofreader.

Hi everybody.

 I'm new to the list and I'd like say tha I am really enjoying reading
your stories.

 I've been working on a couple of stories for submission. But before I
posted them I was wondering if anybody would be willing to Proof read
them for me.

 Thanks everybody and keep upo the good work.

 We now return you to your regular program



  Jeff  [e-mail]

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Date: Wed, 10 Jun 1998 10:17:41 PDT
From: "Jennifer M." <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Best Intentions 11/12

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 11

The drive home from the hospital was a long one, Buffy thought.
She kept staring out of the car window, trying not to cry in front
of her mother.

"So, honey, do you want to talk about all of this?"  Her mother asked.

"It's not that I don't want to discuss this, because I do. I know
you have a lot of questions. But, I have a raging headache.  Could we
talk about this in the morning?"  She asked warily.

Her mother looked hurt.  "Sure honey."  The rest of the ride was
in silence.

Buffy went straight to bed, carrying a bud vase with her when she
got home.  The ashes had been placed, lovingly, into the container.
She would always have him near.  She thought about how she had
to stake Angel and felt the tears well up in her eyes, again.  "I can't
think about this now," she told herself determinedly.  She sniffed and
crawled under the covers.  It didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

"Buffy.  Buffy wake up," someone was sitting on her bed, stroking
her hair.  "Buffy.  Hey, sleepy girl.  Wake up.  I know you're
tired, but there's something important that I have to tell you."

Buffy opened her eyes, slowly.  Not really believing what she
was seeing.  "Angel?"

"Hey.  I'm sorry I had to wake you.  You looked so peacefulà"

"Angel?"  She said, still stunned he was there in her room, on
her bed, touching her so gently.  "Is it really you?  Am I
dreaming?"  She was still half asleep.

"No.  Buffy, it's really me.  But I only have a couple of minutes
before I have to go.  I need to tell you something."

She sat up in her bed and threw her arms around him, loving the
feel of him next to her.  "I can't believe you're here!  You're
really here."  She couldn't seem to let him go.  She inhaled his
scent: the light cologne and leather from his jacket were almost
overpowering.

He clung to her just as tightly.  "Oh Buff.  I'm so sorry for
everything.  I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to stop all of this.
I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am.  But just know that
I would not do anything to hurt you.  I love you so much.  And
today, you saved me.  You released me from the prison that I was
in, and I can't thank you enough," he said into her hair.

"Angel, I'm so sorry that I had to do that.  I thought I would die
before I could kill you.  I'm so sorry," she sobbed.

"Buffy, don't cry.  Please.  We should be happy that we were
granted this short time.  I have to go soon, so let me finish what
I came to tell you. It is killing me to know that I hurt you, but
I want you to know that I did everything I could to stop it."

"Angel, I know.  I know," she cried onto his shoulder.  "I love
you.  I will always love you."

"You have to move on with your life.  Don't feel any guilt for
killing that demon.  He deserved to go to Hell, and that is where
he is.  Remember, I'll be waiting for you.  But don't feel like
you have to rush to meet me.  Live your life.  Be happy.  I love
you."

He started to disappear in her arms.  "No!  Angel, don't go yet.
Please!"  He stopped.

"Buffy, I have to go.  Kiss me.  Hurry."

She reached up, and kissed him.  He was gone.  It was the softest,
sweetest kiss either of them had ever experienced, and neither
would ever forget.

"Good bye, my Angel.  My love," she said to no one.

~~

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Date: Wed, 10 Jun 1998 10:22:10 PDT
From: "Jennifer M." <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Best Intentions 12/12

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 12

When Buffy woke, sun was streaming through the windows.
She looked at her nightstand, and there was a single red rose in
the vase next to her bed.  "It was real.  He was here," she smiled
sadly.

Buffy got out of bed, pulled the rose out of the vase and smelled
it.  She smiled again.  Then, she attached the rose to a hanger,
letting it dry upside down in her closet, so she could save it
forever.

She went down to the kitchen, where she heard her mother.
Tentatively, she poked her head through the door.

"Good morning, honey.  I made your juice, just the way you like
it.  Two parts orange one part grapefruit!  Can I make you something
to eat?"

"Mom, relax.  We're gonna be ok.  I understand why you did what
you did.  I'm not upset.  If I were you, I'd have had me in a
loony-bin a long time ago!"  Buffy smiled at her mom.  She reached
for the glass of juice and a thought crossed her mind.  "Oooh, I'm
gonna be late for school."

"Well, actually, I was thinking we'd both stay home today, and you
could tell me exactly what has been happening in your life.  I
still don't understand why you are the Chosen One.  Why not some
other girl?"

Buffy smiled at the question.  "Mom, I've been asking myself that
for two years.  I still don't have an answer.  And, I have a really
hard time dealing with it sometimes.  Then there are other times
it's like, no big deal.  Ya know?  I mean, I go out and I slay
vamps.  And, sometimes, some other creepy-crawlies are thrown
into the mix.  Yeesh."  She shivered.

"You seem to be in a good mood.  Is that what comes from sharing
your deepest, darkest secret with your mother?"  Joyce smiled at
her daughter.

"Yeah, mom, that's it," she smiled.  "I have so much to tell you."
Buffy said to her mother as she went to her and hugged her tightly.

"Ok, lets get dressed, and go for a walk," Joyce suggested.  "Maybe
we could pack a picnic?"

"That sounds great.  Give me five," Buffy smiled at her, turned
and ran out of the kitchen.  She was nervous about what awaited
her but had faith that her mother would understand.

The End

It's finally done!  Please let me know what you think of my
story, or if you missed any parts.  I can get those to you.
Thanks for reading!
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Date: Thu, 11 Jun 1998 06:35:58 EDT
From: <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Syndicate: Termination" (1/1)

Notes: This is the first in a set of short pieces I'm working on, when I feel
like it. Each is a stand-alone fic, but they string together as well. Enjoy!
Disclaimers: The Syndicate is mine. Everything else is Joss'.
Feedback: Yes, please. This is the first serial-type story I've written, I'd
like to know how it is. To [e-mail], if ya don't mind.
Distribution: Not without my permission, please.

~

                          "Termination"
                         By Rachel Brody

     "Mister Giles," came the intrusive, nasal voice from the
doorway.
     Wincing, Giles turned to the doorway. "Yes?" he asked, hoping
his tone didn't belay his opinion of Principal Snyder.
     The short, trollish man walked into the room, stopping a few
meters away from where Giles stood. Saying nothing.
     After a few seconds of silence, Giles began to get the
distinct feeling that something was wrong. The smile on Snyder's
face was far too broad, and everything about the man screamed
satisfaction, even happiness. "Is something, is there something
wrong?" Giles asked.
     "Oh, no..." Snyder said, the grin growing. "Not a bit wrong."
From where they had been clasped behind the smaller man's back,
Snyder's arms came forth, producing a small, pink piece of paper.
"It's been great having you here, Mr. Giles, but the fact is you've
outlived your usefulness."
     His brow knitting in confusion, Giles glanced down at the
sheet, just long enough to see the words printed in bold black
lettering across the top: "Notice of Termination". His jaw
dropping, but only slightly, Giles looked up from the paper and
into Snyder's satisfied gaze.
     "I've been waiting for this day," Snyder said, sounding as
close to ecstatic as Giles had ever heard him. "For a lot longer
than you know."
     Giles frowned. "Might I ask for, for some sort of
explanation?"
     Snyder chuckled. "Go ahead." A smirk fell into place on the
principal's normally disapproving features. "Ask."
     "What, whatever am I being dismissed for?" Giles asked.
     Snyder grinned. "Because I think you're a risk this town is
far from prepared to face," he said, with such ease that Giles knew
immediately the words had to have been practiced. Before the
Watcher could make some sort of objection, Snyder continued, his
expression still more fitting to a child let loose in a candy store
than that of the usually grumpy school principal. "Your...shalle we
say...extracurricular activities...with some of the students here
have not gone unnoticed, Mister Giles."
     "What do you mean by tha--"
     "Miss Summers. Mister Harris. Miss Rosenberg. Miss Chase."
With each name, Giles felt his gut twist. First, he wanted to push
the idea that Snyder could be referring to anything but the
unwritten code that governed how teachers interacted with students,
and how by spending time with Buffy-- when she had been here-- and
the other children, Giles had been breaking that code. But the
longer the seconds stretched out, the more certain Giles was that
Snyder meant something far more specific.
     Still smiling, so hard that Giles was almost certain his face
would crack if he didn't stop soon, Snyder continued. "The city
council has decided that without Miss Summers around as a loose
canon these days, having a member of the Watcher Network around is
just...well, not a risk we want to take."
     Giles frown deepened as he realized he had severely
underestimated the damage that had been done here. Snyder wasn't,
apparently, speaking as an isolated observer with an insight...he
was speaking as someone in league with a larger force, and backers
behind him.
     "That's right," Snyder said, nodding at Giles' reaction. "We
know. Everything." He shook his head. "Gotta admit, the Network had
us scared for a while there. But well, your Slayer just couldn't
stand up to the pressure." The grin faded slightly. "Hey," he said,
giving Giles a slight pat on the arm in mock consolation, "you
know, the history museum is always looking for fossils to put on
display...you might want to recommend to your friends back at
Dredwood Castle that they think about donating themselves as a
specimen of a dinosaur that lasted far past its time."
     Giles shook his head, the realization of just what faction
Snyder must be speaking for coming into his head a little clearer.
He cleared his throat as the principal moved toward the door, and
the little man stopped, turning back.
     "Yes?" he asked.
     Giles glanced back down at the paper Snyder had passed him a
few moments ago. "I _will_ find her," he said, feeling his stomach
twist as an image of Buffy flashed into his mind. "And when, when
I do-- you'll realize that revealing yourself at this point in time
was, was an extremely idiotic course of action."
     Snyder looked at him for a moment, then chuckled and shook his
head. "Sure," he said. "Whatever you say." He chuckled again, then
abruptly the humor was gone, and Giles felt a chill pass through
him as he saw a flash of something darker, more dangerous than
simple anal-retentiveness spark behind Snyder's eyes. "By the way,"
he said with a grin that was somehow more malicious than those
Giles had seen on the faces of most human beings. "The books?
Thanks for keeping them here-- made for a de_light_ful read." The
thought of the little troll going through Giles' precious tomes was
enough to spark the fire of fury within the Watcher, but Snyder
gave him no chance to speak. "You've got till the end of the day to
clear your things out," Snyder said as he turned toward the doors
of the room. As it swung back, the principal out in the hallway,
Giles cringed. He could hear Snyder whistling, the sound fading as
the little man retreated down the hallway.
     Giles let his gaze sink to the paper in his hand once more,
resting there for a moment before moving to his books, the ones he
had kept out since Buffy had left, knowing that chances of her
actually returning became slimmer with each passing day.
     He sighed. And now, she wouldn't even be able to find him
here. One more obstacle.
     With a sigh, Giles glanced toward the clock, calculating the
number of hours it would be until the bell rang at the end of the
day. Knowing that if the Snyder was working on the behalf of the
Syndicate, there was no way the Network could pull enough strings
to keep him his job. Minimizing the damage was the only possible
way he could see to make it through this. He had to warn Xander,
Willow, Cordelia, and Oz, as well. He hated to think of what might
happen if the Syndicate knew of the Slayerettes, and realized full
well that if they knew who he was and who she was, they most likely
knew about the other children as well.
     But for now...
     Giles looked about the room, wondering if there was any way he
would be able to pack his things in time, realizing he had no real
choice.
     With a sigh, he walked toward his office, hoping that the
cartons he had used to move his things into the library would still
be around so he could use them to pack up and leave.
     He let the termination notice flutter to the floor in the
middle of the room, hardly noticing it as he left it behind.

THE END
(...for now)

Copyright 1998
Rachel Brody

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