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buffyfic-digest        Thursday, June 25 1998        Volume 02 : Number 245



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: REPOST: Life's A Bitch(5/?)
       BUFFYFIC: NEW ONE:Life's A Bitch(6/?)
       BUFFYFIC: My Moria (7/?)
       BUFFYFIC: A NEW Buffy Fanfic Site
       BUFFYFIC: "Fallen From Grace" (1/11)

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Date: Thu, 25 Jun 1998 20:57:03 EDT
From: <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: REPOST: Life's A Bitch(5/?)

SEE PART ONE FOR DISCLAIMER.....
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

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Date: Thu, 25 Jun 1998 20:57:22 EDT
From: <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: NEW ONE:Life's A Bitch(6/?)

    Buffy was sitting on Angel's bed, while Angel was in the shower.  They had
come to the conclusion, that it was much safer if Buffy stayed with Angel, and
that she go with Angel where ever he went, as long as this prophecy thing was
going on.

    As Buffy was sitting there reading her magazine, the phone rang.

    "Hello?" Buffy asked into the phone.

    "Hi, may I speak to Buffy Summers, please." A female voice on the other line
responded.

    "This is she, how may I help you?" Buffy asked.

    "Well you see, we looked up the records on the man who raped you, and we have
come to a conclusion." The woman replied.

    The conversation went on, and when Angel stepped out of the bathroom, Buffy
was in tears starring at the phone.

    "What's the matter Buffy?" Angel asked comcerned about what was going on with
his Buffy.

    "Angel...that was the lady from the clinic, they found the guy who raped me."
Buffy answered, still crying.

    "Really?  Who was it?" Angel asked ready to kick whoever's ass it was.

    "The guy who raped me was.........."

END PART 6
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Cliff Hangers, Don't ya love 'em???

"There is fate, but it only takes you so far, it's up to YOU to do the rest"
~Can't Hardly Wait
"Do you know what the saddest thing in the world is? Loving someone who used
to love you."
~Anon

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Date: Thu, 25 Jun 1998 18:16:31 -0700
From: [e-mail] (Charity C. T.)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: My Moria (7/?)

TITLE: My Moria #7
AUTHOR: Taygeta
E-MAIL: [e-mail]
FEEDBACK:  Please with a cherry on top!
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just tell me first.
DESCRIPTION: The Buffy gang, 20 years later.
DISCLAIMER: The characters of Moria Summers-Harris, Deirdre Lindley,
Jacob Ross, and Scott Thomas are my own.  However, the characters of
Buffy, Xander, and any other character taken from the Buffy the Vampire
Slayer television series belong to their creator, Joss Whedon, and their
owners, Mutant Enemy productions, Kuzui Productions, Sanddollar
Productions, and 20th Century Fox.

****************************
My Moria #7
By: Taygeta

    Giles stepped back into the house only to walk into the height of
anxiety.  In the driveway, the slamming of car doors and the laughter and
chatter of youth could be heard.  As such sounds approached them, it was
beginning to dawn on them that not only would Moria's life be changed by
all of this, their lives would be spiraling decidedly backwardsàback to a
time when they had never felt peace.

    "Hey," Moria came in with a smile, and following behind her were
Scott Thomas, her boyfriend, and their best friends, Deirdre Lindley and
Jacob Ross.

    "Umàis there, like some kind of party going on?"  Scott asked as
he eyed the amount of people in the living room; however, the adults were
a little too preoccupied to answer.

    Little Giles Xander Rosenberg-Osgoode began to fuss in Willow's
arms, and the baby was brought to the attention of Moria and Deirdre who
approached the little child cooing, "Ohàhi, little one, how are you?"

    Cordelia exhaled deeply and glanced at Buffy and Xander, who met
her glance with one of equal uneasiness.  They had had a perfectly
planned out conversation to give Moira, but with the presence of Scott,
Deirdre, and Jacob, their plan was decidedlyànot.

    "Mr. Summers-Harris?"  Jacob asked as he pulled his glance away
from the baby and towards his friend's parental units.

    "Yes, Jacob?" replied Xander who was immediately brought out of
his thoughts with the words 'Mr. Summers-Harris' echoing in his ears, and
he wondered had it really been that long?

    "How's that novel you were working on?" he asked, recalling the
rough of the first chapter he had read the last time he was there.

    Moria's father smiled as he glanced at his wife who frowned at
his look and wondered what was going on in his head.

    "It's going great, in fact, I've just go the second chapter
written up last night," he said as he glanced at his daughter's friends,
all of which, he was glad, were Summers-Harris fans, due to his daughter,
to a fault.  "Why don't you, Deirdre, and Scott come to my study and I'll
let you guys take a read at it?"

    The three looked very tempted to go because their friend's father
had left them at a cliffhanger at the end of the first chapter, and they
glanced at Moria, waiting for her approval.  They knew how much she hated
it when they always came to her house to check out her father's latest
stash of writing, but she was in good humor today and sighed, "Go
aheadàbesides it's * great *!"

    "You can fulfill your need to read later, G-man, you can get
yourself an autographed rough," Xander replied to the former watcher as
he saw his miffed expression after not being invited to read, "The
written one."

    "Nice going, honey," Buffy whispered into her husband's ear as he
was about to exit the living room, "You just found the best way to get
out of this."

    "You didn't think I was going to leave you here to contend with
our so-much-like-her-mother daughter, do you?" he said jokingly despite
the seriousness of the moment, but he kissed his wife's forehead and
continued seriously.  "Don't worry, I'll just show them the draft on the
computer screenàthe protected documentàand come back here in a few
minutes."

    She looked at him carefully and replied, "You betteràeven the
super strength I lost a few-odd years ago, wouldn't help me out in this,
especially since *she* now has it."

    "You'll do fine," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek before
he walked over to his daughter's snickering friends, "Just wait until
you're older, kidsà"

    "Uncle Rupert," Moria said with a smile as she noticed her
godfather and promptly gave him a kiss on the cheek, "how are you?"

    "Just fine," he replied with a hesitant expression, "Umàand
you're doing well, I hope?  Keeping with your studies?

    "Of course," she said obediently, so much that Giles had his
suspicions as to the definition of her 'of course' àit reminded her a
little too much of her mother.

    "Moiraàhi," the watcher interjected with a smile, "We haven't
metàum, I'm a friend of your parentsàfrom high school," she extended her
hand, "Cordelia Chase."

    The young girl took the hand with a weak smile and said, "It's
nice to meet youàumàMs. Chase."

    "Oh, please, call me Cordelia," she insisted as she glanced at
Buffy carefully, and caught her eye.

    "Moria, honey, Cordelia works as a curator at a historical
museumàin New York," Buffy began, and before her daughter could make to
say something nice about her job, she rushed and continued, "but she's
also has another jobàas a Watcher."

    She frowned slightly at this foreign occupation,
"AàW-watcheràwhat exactly is that?"

    A silence set in at her question and the entrance of Xander into
the living room broke the tension slightly, but it lingered still until
Cordelia spoke.  "Umàlet's seeàwellàa - a Watcher is someone who looks
after somebody and teaches themàtrains them."

    "Okayàbut what exactly does the somebody have to be trained for?"
 Moria continued to probe the topic at hand.

    All eyes fell on the present Watcher, who chewed on her lower lip
as she thought of a response, "You see, Moria, there's one in every
generationà"

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Date: Thu, 25 Jun 1998 21:57:38 EDT
From: <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: A NEW Buffy Fanfic Site

Hello everyone.  You likely have no idea who I am, a fact which undoubtadly
takes away from this quick letter, but I hafta' try.  :-)  I have, if anyone
will remember, sorta' written two fics and actually written one.  ;)  (If
you're keeping score, they would be 'Finals' of which two parts were sent,
'Memoria Tenere Memoriam' of which one part was sent, and 'The Libarian's
Discovery' which was completed.)

Now, my reason for bothering you with something that is fanfic.  I am
currently creating a NEW Buffy fanfic site which I call buffic.  This is a
site devoted to QUALITY fanfic.  I have recently become VERY disipointed with
many of the popular fanfic sites avalable.  I feel that the quality of many
(not all, mind you) of the writings is extremely poor, often times for
'stupid' reasons such as spelling and grammar.  Such problems have led me to
not even have a real desire to search through the hundreds of fics looking for
something worth reading.  That's why I've created buffic.

As I said, buffic has been created for QUALITY fanfic.  Obvously I need the
fanfic.  ;)  That's where you come in.  I beg you to PLEASE request stories to
be placed in this site.  This is fanfic that you feel is GOOD... that was
really worth reading.  Now, I'm not looking for perfection.  I would be
wasting my time.  ;)  Basically anything that has a good story is potential
quality.  Buffic will offer (in fact, it will require) an extencive editing
process before being posted on the site to ensure that the quality is
achieved.  Any story with a good base should be able to be rescued.  :-)

So, simply put, PLEASE request fanfic!  All I need ya' to do is e-mail me at
[e-mail] with the author's name, e-mail address, and the title of
their fic.  And yes, you may submit your own fic.  In fact, DO!  It's that
simple.  :)

Review: looking for good fanfic... please submit name, e-mail, and title to
[e-mail]

Now, as you read above, stories will be going through an extencive editing
process.  I HOPE I won't be able to handle it all, so if you think you'll be
able to take on some of the work (even a very little), please contact me at
[e-mail] for more info.

Thanks a TON for sticking with me on this.  I really hope you guys can help.
:)

Emily :)

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

Date: Thu, 25 Jun 1998 22:01:50 EDT
From: <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Fallen From Grace" (1/11)

Notes: Takes place the January or so of Angel's change. E-mail me for missing
pieces. :) Thanks to Jen, Sarah, Helen, not only for being wonderful,
wonderful beta-readers, but also for putting up with my fits and starts of
writing. Thanks again to all three of them for helping me through the tough
spots.
Notes: Takes place the January or so of Angel's change. E-mail me for missing
pieces.
Disclaimers: Blake and the Coordinator, etc, are mine. The rest would appear
to belong to High God Joss.
Feedback: YES! To [e-mail], please, whether it be good or bad or
something in-between.

And now, on to the show!

~

                               One

     "Groovy digs," Pike murmured to himself as he walked into the
Bronze. Quiet town, this was. He wondered how Buffy liked it, after
the sights and sounds of that shithole they called the City of
Angels. He smirked slightly to himself. He wondered, actually, how
it was Buffy had kept from going terminally insane in a place like
Sunnydale. In the two days he'd been here, trying to find out where
the kids in his age bracket hung out, nothing had _happened_. Of
course, he figured, she might not be in the area anymore. She might
have left, thanks to terminal boredom. Even if this was where the
records said her mom had relocated to.
     "S'up?" he said, waving to a leggy brunette as he walked
through the doorway. He flashed her a smile, but got back only a
scowl for his troubles. He shrugged. Okay then, he'd just find the
Buffster, say his hellos, and see if she was in the mood to hang a
while.
     There was a halfway decent band up on the stage, but Pike knew
they'd never make it playing a gig like this place. Cute little
club, but too obviously trendy to attract anybody with
_connections_.
     He ordered a beer from the bar, flashing a fake ID and
grinning at the waitress when she fell for it. Then he walked over
to the shadowed area behind the stairway to the second level of the
club. Nice back here, he thought, taking a sip. He could stand
apart and watch things a while, maybe Buffy'd even come right
through-- that way, he wouldn't have to worry about checking the
address he'd gotten earlier and possibly risk the whole stalker-boy
deal. She wouldn't be impressed by that sort of thing, he had the
feeling.
     Problem was, he realized about two seconds after he took up
his position, there was already somebody back here, waiting. He
found himself face-to-face with a set of piercing eyes, and
something akin to a scowl on the face of a guy who was probably in
his mid-twenties. "Whoa, problem, man?"
     "Not as such," the guy said, shaking his head. "Except you're
blocking my view."
     "Oooh, sorry," Pike grinned, moving slightly to the side. "I
take it this is the hotspot for watching the chicks, then?"
     "You could say so."
     "In that case," Pike said, "maybe you could give me a hand--
you look like you know your way around here pretty well.
     The guy shrugged. "Maybe. What's up?"
     "I'm looking for an ex-girlfriend," he said. "Her name's Buffy
Summers. Know of her?"
     The guy raised an eyebrow-- an affirmation, Pike knew, whether
the guy would admit to it or not-- and shrugged. "Seen her around.
What is it you have to talk to her about?"
     "Nothing you'd be interested in," Pike said, though his tone
wasn't a confrontational one. "Just catchin' up on old times."
     "I see." The guy's eyes narrowed slightly. "Another one of you
'old friends', hm?" He grinned. "She's got a lotta those, doesn't
she."
     Pike raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"
     The guy shrugged. "Nah. Nevermind." There was now something of
a smirk on his face. "She's just over that way," he said, the smirk
getting a little bigger. "Good luck." There was a definate bitter
cast to the words.
     "Thanks," Pike said, though he had the sudden feeling this guy
wasn't completely on the up-and-up. But he saw Buffy, and he
recognized her-- god, did he recognize her, in a tight black dress
that was hugging every curve her body had to offer, and doing it
quite nicely-- and he had come to talk to her. So he didn't see any
reason not to go over.
     "No problem," the guy assured him. Then he moved back to stand
against the walls.
     With a half-wave, Pike turned to walk to the table where Buffy
and her three friends were seated.
                                *
     "So then, in this, like, completely and totally _unfair_ way,
Mrs. Watson tells me if I don't, you know, pay less attention to
Pep Club and more to the way I'm performing on my tests, she'll
tell Mr. Snyder and make me get kicked _out_ of Pep Club!" Cordelia
finished her wail with an exaggerated sigh, collapsing helplessly
against Xander's shoulder as the other teen moved his arm around
her.
     Buffy and Willow exchanged glances, rolling their eyes.
"Sorry, Cordie," Buffy said, "but maybe you should have thought
about study time before you went and got involved in other things."
     "But this is _Pep_ Club!" Cordelia wailed. "My _mother_ wants
me to do this!" She sat up abruptly, and Xander had to move quickly
to keep from losing his hold on her. "Besides, Little Miss Save-
The-World, who are _you_ to be telling _me_ about prioritizing?"
     "Cordelia, Buffy can't really do anything about her Slaying--"
     "Whereas I should be more responsible, fine, but why is it
always _me_ who has to suffer? I mean, why can't it be somebody
_else_ for once?"
     "Maybe it's just your sparkling personality-- maybe it
attracts problems like dog shit does flies," spoke up a new voice,
from directly behind Buffy.
     The Slayer almost recognized the tone, the sarcasm, the blind
disregard for anything resembling polite behavior-- but she
couldn't be sure. And either way, she wasn't in the mood to deal.
"Excuse me," she started to say, "but if you're going to break in
with an idea like that--" She broke off as soon as she saw who it
was who was standing behind her, realizing that as crazy and off-
base as her suspicions of a few seconds earlier had seemed, they
had been a hundred percent correct. "_Pike_?!" she screached,
shooting up out of her chair and wrapping her arms around the man
standing behind her. She could feel her friends' eyes upon her, but
somehow that didn't matter. "Oh my _god_," she said as she stared
at him. "What are you doing here?"
     "This," Pike said, a moment before he kissed her, hard on the
lips. Buffy gasped slightly, feeling his tongue against her teeth
as he thrust it into her mouth, and she drew back a little. He let
her go easily, his eyes gleaming slightly. "Nice to see you again,"
he said.
     Buffy stared at him, slightly dazed-- and she wasn't the only
one. She could practically feel Xander's eyes boring holes through
the back of her skull to Pike, and she knew Cordelia would be
horrified-- Pike hadn't changed his appearance in the slightest
since she'd last seen him, two years ago. Despite how the leather
he was decked out in was somewhat mussed, it still looked neater
than she remembered him, and his chin and cheeks were covered in a
few days' worth of stubble.
     "Oh...wow," she said quietly. "Pike. I..." She turned back to
the table. "This is Cordie, Xander, and Willow," she said. She
smiled slightly. "We're, you know, really good friends, and we just
kind of hang out here at times and--" She broke off, obviously
realizing that she was babbling.
     He looked them over, and nodded somewhat approvingly.
     Suddenly aware of how she was staring, Buffy looked back at
the table with a half-smile. "Pull up a chair?" she offered weakly.
     Pike shook his head. "No thanks," he said. "Just looking for
you. Wanted to stop in and say hey, but I'm sort of just stopping
here on my way to school in Phoenix."
     "Phoenix?"
     "Yea. Engineering stuff." He grinned when her eyes widened
slightly. "What, Buff, you think I was just another schmuck with no
plans?" He shook his head. "Only knew me for a few weeks, and still
she judges...thought you might have gotten past that."
     "I-- I am, sort of," she said, feeling a blush creep into her
cheeks as she tossed a look back at the table. Her friends had
three of the most incredulous, surprised looks on their faces that
she'd ever seen them wearing, and Buffy had the idea that if she
didn't handle things carefully at this point, especially after that
kiss, things were going to get sticky-- and fast. "Look..." she
began, "can we take this outside?"
     He raised an eyebrow. "Sure," he said. He offered her his arm.
"Let me walk you?"
     She shook her head, moving toward the door already. Pike
followed her, ignoring the stares of her friends, as the two of
them passed the shadowed corner where he'd met the guy who had
pointed Buffy out to him. He must have found whoever it was he was
looking for, Pike decided, because he was no longer standing there.
                                *
     "Pike..." Buffy began, as soon as they were out the door.
     "Yeah?" he asked.
     "This..." She smiled weakly. "This is a surprise."
     "Good one, I hope."
     "Sort of."
     He looked at her for a long moment, then nodded. "Oh...I see.
Okay." He nodded. "My bad. Two years, I should have realized you've
probably moved on. No Watcher and all that."
     She raised an eyebrow. "Actually, I have a new one. How did
you know--"
     "I figured out where Merrick kept his junk, after you left.
Picked up some pretty cool reading from that place..." She was
staring at him again, with that disbelieving look. He sighed. "Aw,
Buff, would you cut that out?"
     "Cut what out?"
     He shook his head. "Staring at me every time I say something
that might mean I'm slightly more than the bottom-feeding idiot you
apparently take me for."
     Her brow furrowed. "I do not!"
     "Seems like it," he said. Then he shrugged. "But hey, if you
say so, who'm I to argue?" She was silent, so he continued. "Most
of those books say that when a Watcher is killed, the team is
presumed broken, so you would then be taken out of action and a new
Slayer would be called..." he trailed off when he saw how far her
jaw had dropped. "What now?"
     "What do you mean, taken out of action?"
     He shrugged. "Doesn't say," he said. "I just kind of assumed
it meant you'd be retired, you know, no more Chosen One and no more
Slaying."
     "Whatever," she said. "Continue?"
     He shook his head. "Nah." He glanced over at her, away from
the street they were walking along. "Guess it was kind of arrogant
of me to just show up like that."
     "Semi," she admitted, "but it's nice seeing you. How long you
around for?"
     "I can be here a few weeks," he said. "'Cause classes don't
start till mid-February. But if you want me gone..."
     "No!" she said quickly. "No, this is good." She smiled
slightly, then shook her head. "I'm glad to see you. Really." She
paused a moment. "Just...Pike..."
     "Yeah?"
     "No more...kissing, okay?"
     That confused him, but he shrugged. "Your call, okay. Any
particular reason, other than that you think I'm an uneducated
slob?"
     "I do not," she said with a slight smile. "And no...it's not
you." She shook her head. "I kind of...don't want to talk about it.
Bad relationship."
     "Ah," he said. "And you're sure you wouldn't like me to get
you out of the funk?"
     "Very," she replied. They had by this point walked clear
around the block, and Buffy found herself standing on the steps
into the Bronze, again. She smiled. "So," she said. "See you
around? I'm on patrol later tonight, if you want to come along..."
     "Nah," he said. "I'll leave the Slaying to you, Buff. See you
around."
     She nodded, and Pike walked away, off into the night.

~

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