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buffyfic-digest Sunday, June 28 1998 Volume 02 : Number 249
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: "Fallen From Grace" (4/11)
BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 40)
BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 41)
Re: BUFFYFIC:DISCUSS: Wet and Wild (1/1)
BUFFYFIC: "Fallen From Grace" (5/11)
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Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 20:49:42 EDT
From: <KylenRevik@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Fallen From Grace" (4/11)
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.
Distribution: Not without my permission, please.
Feedback: YES! To KylenRevik@aol.com, please, whether it be good or bad or
something in-between.
And now, on to the show!
~
Four
Pike had lied to her. She had trusted him, and he'd lied to
her. The thoughts had been repeating themselves in her mind since
Giles had told Buffy what was going on, that the Network was going
to try to kill her. There was a hole inside her that had been gone,
or at least hidden, for close to two years. Pike's return had
ripped it wide open, and now that she knew he hadn't been truthful
with her, it was as if someone had splashed acid around the edges
and left her to be eaten away.
She knew she hadn't said a word all night, and she hadn't been
much better the rest of the day, either. But now that they-- Buffy
and Xander, because Cordelia was grounded for getting suspended
from Pep Club, and Willow had to study-- were back at the Bronze,
she was beginning to wish she'd stayed home as well. Xander was a
wonderful friend, and lovely company, but he talked too much, and
she was in the mood for silence.
That, and she was dreading the inevitable moment when Pike
would show up. Because somehow, she knew he would.
"He just came in," Xander said quietly, nodding toward the
door.
Buffy didn't glance over her shoulder. She had positioned
herself on this side of the table deliberately so that she wouldn't
have to see him. Instead, she was going to sit and carry on inane
conversation with Xander. Talk about stupid things. Or maybe dance.
"You want to dance?" she said suddenly.
Xander raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. "Not really,"
he said, "not after last time."
Buffy felt a blush creeping into her cheeks, remembering how
horribly she'd behaved toward him when she'd returned from LA last
September. She nodded. "Point taken," she said. "What if we just
went out on the dance floor and--"
"Buff, you blew me off earlier-- if you weren't in school,
what're you doing out now?"
She took a sharp breath, then sighed, casting a desperately
helpless look at Xander as she turned and shot a glare at Pike.
"Trying to stay away from certain people," she snapped.
He took a step back at the force of her voice, and swallowed.
"Whoa," he said, his tone getting quieter. "Hold up. Did I do
something wrong? Like deign to speak to you?" He shook his head.
"You know, I thought you'd changed, but it's starting to look more
and more like you stayed the same and the clubs you hang out in
just got trashier."
"Hey," Xander said, speaking up from across the table. "You
want to watch the tone?" He glanced at Buffy, putting on a tough-
guy look. "You want me to get rid of him?" he asked.
"No need," said a new, fourth voice. All three of the arguing
teens turned toward the voice's owner, and Buffy felt her breath
catch in her throat.
"Angel," she whispered, her gaze hardening.
He shot her a sarcastic grin. "Hey there, lover," he said.
Buffy felt her breath quicken, and she saw Xander take a step
back from the corner of her eye. Her mind was racing as she tried
to decide what she could do about this-- if there were anything she
could use to defend either herself or the Bronze's other patrons,
if Angelus tried to do anything to anyone. "Get lost," she snapped
at him.
"Aw, hey, Buffy, no need to be impolite," he said, taking a
step toward her, almost menacingly. He flashed a smile toward Pike.
"Come on, man," he said. "Don't bother with this rich bitch, she's
too busy jerking you around to worry about anything you might have
to say."
Pike was glaring at Buffy now, and she swallowed. "Pike--" she
started.
But he cut her off. "Nah," he said, "that's okay. I think I'm
gonna take his advice and book it." He shook his head. "Wish I
could say it was good, Buff, but the fact is, aside from the first
kiss-- well, it just wasn't." He took a step back. "If you didn't
want to see me, you could have just said so when I first showed
up."
"Pike!" she called after him, but he was already walking away.
"Crap," she heard Xander murmur.
Angelus was just standing there, slightly off to one side,
watching Pike walk away. "He could be tasty," he said.
Buffy glared at him, then took a step to move past him and
follow Pike. Angelus stepped in front of her, though, grabbing her
wrist. "Not so fast, Buffy," he said, his smile turning cruel. "Who
is he?"
"None of your business," she snapped, jerking her wrist away
from him. "Leave him the hell alone."
"You wish," Angelus said.
"Leave him _alone_!" she yelled, drawing stares from a few
nearby clubbers.
"What makes you think I'd ever listen to anything you had to
say?" Angelus asked.
Buffy glared at him, feeling Xander take a step closer to her.
"What are you doing here, anyway?"
"Scoping out the buffet," Angelus said with a smirk. "Nice, to
be able to pick and choose around here, don't you think?" When she
didn't answer, he shrugged. "Or not. See you around, Slayer," he
tossed over his shoulder as he turned and walked away.
Buffy took a full step to follow him when Xander put a hand on
her shoulder to stop her. "Buffy," he said, "Is it just me, or
would going after him when you're apparently in some kind of line
of fire be an extremely _bad_ idea?"
"But Pike--"
"Is, according to what you told me Giles said, also out to get
you." Xander shook his head.
"But--"
"You'd risk your neck for him anyway?" Xander shook his head
and sighed. "Look, Buffy...it's a great sentiment, really it is,
but it seems like you should be just _slightly_ more worried about
keeping yourself alive." He smiled weakly. "For now, at least."
They looked at each other for a long few seconds, and finally
Buffy blinked with a sigh. "I guess."
"Good!" Xander grinned, punching her arm affectionately. "Now,
okay, if you really want to dance, that'd be okay with me, I
guess."
"No," she said quietly. "Never mind."
Xander sighed, watching as Buffy turned and went back to the
table to continue nursing her soda.
*
"She doesn't change, she just doesn't change," Pike murmured
to himself as he walked along. What had he been thinking? To her,
he was trash. A charity case. Oh, yeah, let's mess around with the
scuz a little, let him think he's maybe worth something to a girl
with class-- but when it comes down to it, no problems at all
telling him he wasn't worth shit. Rich bitch. Benny had been right
all along, Pike knew. Best friends, even if Benny was dead these
days. Really dead, not living-dead. "But man, were you ever right."
He'd peel outta town in the morning, then. Forget trying to
get a good rate on a hotel room or anything, he'd camp out in the
van and think about the best route to Phoenix in the morning. Maybe
he'd go visit the Grand Canyon, first. This would be cool, then. Go
on a trip to the Grand Canyon, camp out there a few days...Pike
wondered if there were any vampires in the middle of the desert.
And she'd seemed so _friendly_ the other night. Not all-over-
him friendly like she'd been when they'd had their goodbyes,
but...more let's-be-pals, you're-a-cool-guy sort of friends. Which
was totally, completely okay with him. Because she'd been that kind
of cool person the last time he'd seen her. Still getting over the
whole thing about being a bimbo for most of her young-adult life,
but hey, that was alright 'cause he'd been a loser for most of his.
Now he went in to see her and her Watcher told him to get
lost, and she went out that night and told him the same. Then that
freaky guy he'd seen in the shadows his first night at the Bronze
had come over and practically threatened to beat him up. Too damn
creepy. No wonder this place was called a Hellmouth.
Pike sighed, stepping up into his van, which he'd parked down
the block a ways from the dance club. Then he pulled the door shut.
"'Ello there," came a British-toned voice from the passenger
seat.
Pike looked up immediately, his eyes widening when he saw the
guy who'd taken the passenger seat. "Nice clothes," he said, with
a nod at the tweed suit the man was wearing. "Now get the hell out
of my car."
"Oh, I don't think so," the man said, turning his face toward
the passenger window. "Drive, and we'll talk."
Pike frowned. "Why should I do that?" he asked.
The man drew a large pistol from his jacket, and aimed it
directly at Pike's head.
"Okay, good reason," Pike said as he turned the key in the
ignition and pressed the gas pedal, shifting the car into gear and
driving away.
*
"You're losing your touch," Xander said quietly, "'cause
y'know, usually you'd have killed at least three of the guys who're
leering at you by now. Not _this_ guy," he said quickly, "'cause
I'm your friend so I'm _allowed_ to leer, 'cause it's in a joking,
friendly, funny kind of way, but I mean those football types who've
had their eyes glued to you the whole night."
"Hm?" Buffy asked, looking up as she moved a little, half-
leaning against Xander as the band played a slower song. She was
exhausted, and yet somehow she didn't want to sleep.
Xander sighed, then shook his head and adjusted his grip on
her slightly. "Never mind," he said. "Look...you want to just go
for a walk or something?"
Buffy shrugged. "Whatever," she said.
"Okay, then," he said. "Walk, it is."
She nodded as he led her off the dance floor, and they left
the club without further delay.
~
Comments to KylenRevik@aol.com, please!
------------------------------
Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 20:19:44 -0700
From: _-Sun-_ <KBleyle@earthlink.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 40)
Heh, once again - I'm sorry it's short.
The next part should be out later tonight
Charlotte Sometimes (Part 40)
Drusilla awoke, never knowing she'd fallen asleep, to the sounds of
screams. For an instant she thought it was her own voice echoing inside
her head, then that of her sisters. And her fears were only worsened as
she stood up lazily, to gaze over the stairs and look towards the large
window on the first floor.
She managed to get to the steps in time to see a large rock flying
through the window, effectively shattering it.
Drusilla gasped backing into the wall, as far as she could get from the
stairs.
And certainly from the window.
Dropping down she crawled towards the railing looking out through the
wooden bars.
She listened to the chanting coming from outside the house, watching
the large bright lights of torches sway back and forth, shacking her
head in disbelief as she realized what they were saying.
'Burn the witch!' 'Child of Satan!' 'Go back from where you came'...
A couple torches went flying though the broken window, immediately
lighting the curtains and overstuffed chairs.
Drusilla turned to run back into Lydia's room. Slamming the door and
hefting the large wooden latch. She shook as she watched smoke come in
through the cracks of the door, and looked towards the bed wondering if
the sheets would keep the smoke out...
"Demon," a voice hissed from behind her.
Drusilla spun around, her hair flying in her face, and distorting her
vision as she made out the shape of a man outside her sisters window.
Her eyes widened in fear as he smashed open the window, tossing a torch
inside the room, and began to enter through the window. "Go back from
where you came, spawn of--"
Drusilla watched in fascinated horror as his body was violently pulled
backwards, she watched as her personal demon hissed, barring his fangs
and killed the man
- --
_-SuN-_
SD - Http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html
K - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/kinky/
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 _ - _
------------------------------
Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 20:36:18 -0700
From: _-Sun-_ <KBleyle@earthlink.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 41)
What can I say? I was inspired
Don't own them, don't want to (are you kidding? These characters are so
much trouble!)
Charlotte Sometimes (Part 41)
"You," She whispered as the flames began their journey consuming the
room.
Within moments everything was on fire. All her possessions. All her
memories. What was left of her tattered life was now being engulfed in
huge flames.
"You've killed..." She gasped as she realized what she was up against.
He'd killed everyone nearer to her, everyone she'd loved and cared
about... "My Angel.." Her brows furred together, as she realized she had
one way out. Through God, though death. "...Why?"
*
He hissed at her when flames flew towards him. The sparks keeping them
apart.
"Drusilla. Let me in" He kept his voice soft, and well phrased.
The whole house would be nothing more than ashes in less than an hour.
Idiots, the lot of them. He would make sure to kill every single person
in this town after the night... But for now he had bigger problems, like
getting his love out of the flaming house before she was burned down
with it.
"Damnit Drusilla!" He screamed at her, as she fell backwards coughing.
"Let me in!"
"No" She shook her head the best she could, screaming as the bottom of
her dress caught on fire. "I want to be pure!" she shrieked at him in a
fury so unlike herself. She stomped on the flames, her vision rapidly
blurring to the point that she couldn't open her eyes to mere slits
without stinging sensation, the smoke tore apart her throat as she
cried.
*
Alright. New approach
"I know Drusilla" He said softly, hoping she could hear him. If
anything happened to her, he was going to make sure this whole damned
town paid. "And you will be pure," Angelus pushed himself to the window
sill, trying to get up so he could see her "pure as god himself."
Without luck, he gazed at the flames. His body begging him run.
Drusilla blinked as she lay on the floor.
"You just, need to let me in" He said putting his hand up against the
invisible barrier that kept his unnatural presence out.
"Drusilla." He asked, shocking himself by the amount of emotion his
words carried.
*
"Angel?" Drusilla asked, now startling herself as her voice echoed back
to her. Smaller, childish, lost perhaps.
She opened her eyes to the stinging pain.
She needed proof. Wanted him to say it! That he was her Angel! Not the
demon. She couldn't face the demon again... Her body began to shake
without her real consent as the images of her families bodies lined up
in her mind, after that demon, had hurt them. Hurt them to hurt her!
*
"I'm here"
Angelus pushed himself past the window's sill leaning on the barrier if
nothing more, trying to get as close to her as was possible, his mind
ignored the flames and sparks, he managed to still the nerves in his
body that screamed for him to leave... But not for much longer, as fire
came all around his absent mind.
"Help me" She whispered.
Angelus's body fell through the barrier, landing him on the floor of
the child's room, at first he couldn't see Drusilla and he took a couple
steps back, but before his instincts completely took over his eyes
caught a flicker of her beautiful hair as it began to blaze.
- --
_-SuN-_
SD - Http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html
K - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/kinky/
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 _ - _
------------------------------
Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 20:24:41 -0800
From: groovy@snowline.net (Ivy)
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC:DISCUSS: Wet and Wild (1/1)
ROFLMAO!!!!
THis was the funniest fan fiction I've ever read! It was funny at the
beginning, but the last line caused me to laugh for like 5 minutes
straight!!!
This was really good. More like this, it was so funny!!! Great job!
- -Ivy
^ ^
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------------------------------
Date: Sun, 28 Jun 1998 11:34:10 EDT
From: <KylenRevik@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Fallen From Grace" (5/11)
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.
Distribution: Not without my permission, please.
Feedback: YES! To KylenRevik@aol.com, please, whether it be good or bad or
something in-between.
And now, on to the show!
~
Five
Growing up with a dad who had a fetish about organized crime,
Pike was not in a good way after driving for two hours. They-- he
and the nutcase in the suit-- were on their way out of town, and
the nutcase still had a gun pointed at him. The man hadn't spoken,
except to tell Pike which way to turn and where to drive them.
Nothing about what was going on, or why he was being kidnapped like
this. Because that's what it was, even if the guy wasn't going to
admit it, and Pike somehow doubted he would.
"Stop here," the man said quietly.
Pike touched the brakes lightly, and the van slowed to a stop
as he pulled over. They were in the middle of nowhere, on a
deserted two-lane highway. No lights, anywhere around them. Prime
vampoid territory, Pike thought with an inward shiver.
The man, however, didn't look to be phased. "My name is
Alistair Blake," he said, his voice showing only a hint of emotion.
"I am with the Watcher Network. We need your help."
Pike raised an eyebrow. Talk about freaky. If this Alistair
guy wasn't dressed in khaki, Pike would have been tempted to think
he'd been abducted by MIBs. "Uh-huh."
"You were once close with Buffy Summers."
*Yeah, what of it?* All he said was "So?"
"You've also been in communication with her in the past few
days." Blake shook his head. "You know, Mister Pike, she doesn't
seem to be the nicest of young ladies."
"She's the Slayer," Pike snapped. "I get the feeling that
doesn't leave time for the social graces."
"Perhaps not," Blake said with a slight chuckle. "At any rate,
my friend--"
"I'm not your friend," Pike snapped. "Look, buddy, you want to
put away the gun, we can talk. Unless you do that, though, I'm
perfectly okay with sitting here and getting my brains blown out
over the highway. If you're man enough to do it." 'Cause he had to
admit, life was a lot less worth living if the girl he'd thought he
had something going on with, possibly, might have been willing to
put up with him a little more than it seemed she was. Aw, hell, who
was he kidding? Deep inside, he knew he'd been entertaining
thoughts of convincing Buffy-- who he had thought he would find a
freshman in college-- to come with him to Phoenix. He sighed.
Woulda been nice...but it was just one of those stupid dreams you
got when you were too drunk to think straight.
"Well," Blake said, "that's certainly not an unreasonable
request." He slipped the gun away. "Mister Pike," he said.
"Just Pike is fine," Pike said. "Never been much for titles."
Blake nodded. "You read Watcher Merrick's literature, I
understand?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Did it not occur to you that it would be in the best
interests of the network to recover the materials of any Watchers
who pass on?"
"Yeah, so?" he repeated.
"Perhaps you should have asked yourself at the time, Pike, why
we wouldn't have picked the books up in your case, before you had
the chance to see them." A slight smile. "You realize, of course,
that we normally do not allow the books to remain where they might
be found for more than a few days."
Pike shrugged. "So?"
"Just wanted to make a point."
"You've made it. Make another one." Now, with the gun no
longer an immediate threat to his life, Pike was willing to toe the
line a little more aggressively.
"In your reading, you doubtlessly came across the fact that
there can be only one Slayer, correct?"
"Yeah." And he had. Which had sucked, he'd decided, because it
meant there was no way out for Buffy.
"Well," Blake said slowly, "Recently, we've learned that may
not be the case."
Pike's eyes jerked up, and he was now paying complete
attention. "Huhwha?"
"Last year," Blake began, "there was an incident where Miss
Summers lost her life. She was resuscitated," he said quickly when
Pike opened his mouth to object, "but she had still been
technically dead for a time."
"And...what does this have to do with me?"
"When she died, a new Slayer was called. This Slayer has
remained active, despite Miss Summers' current living state." The
corners of Blake's lips curled into something resembling a smile.
"And we think this may be the key to destroying the Dark Threat."
Pike felt his jaw drop slightly. "Excuse me?"
"What we need from you," Blake said, ignoring the question,
"is to arrange for Miss Summers to ingest a small amount
of...this." He pulled a small vial out of his pocket. "It's a
chemical that will, effectively, kill her for a length of time long
enough to activate a new Slayer, and yet short enough so that she
will be revived by another compound in the chemical before cellular
decay has become irreparable."
Pike frowned. "Whoa," he said. "You saying you want me to
_kill_ her?"
"Temporarily," Blake said with a slight nod. Then the smile
widened slightly. "If all goes as planned," he said, watching
Pike's expression carefully, "then we should be able to create
enough Slayers so that your Miss Summers would no longer have to
battle the Darkness, if she so chose."
"I thought it was something she couldn't escape."
"My boy," Blake said as he leaned forward, though he didn't
appear that much older than Pike himself, "Up until last year, it
was thought impossible that there would be more than one Slayer.
Progress, dear Pike, soon proves every so-called impossibility to
be merely another challenge for the human race to overcome." He
pressed the vial into Pike's palm, then leaned back and opened the
door of the van, stepping out. "Make whatever choice your heart
tells you," he said, "but remember: this was never a legacy Miss
Summers asked for."
Pike glanced down at the vial in his hands, contemplating that
fact-- and when he looked up, Alistair Blake was gone.
*
"Merrick was my first Watcher," Buffy said softly.
Xander glanced up at the swing next to him, where she was
sitting and absentmindedly pushing herself back and forth, digging
her heels into the dirt beneath her own swing to keep moving. She
hadn't said anything since they had arrived there, and he was
surprised to hear that those would be the first words out of her
mouth. He had sort of been anticipating that her first words would
have been more to the effect of mentioning Angelus' appearance at
the Bronze.
"Really?" he asked. "What was he like?"
Buffy shrugged. "Nice," she said quietly. "We got along." She
shook her head. "I mean...it's not every day you find out you're
the one destined to fight the forces of darkness, but...he was
okay."
She sighed, gripping the chains on the swing and pushing
herself up till she was almost standing, only her toes touching the
dirt. Then she picked her feet up and let herself swing forward.
Xander sighed inwardly, not upping the rate at which he was
swinging back and forth, but just staying quiet and listening to
her speak. "What happened to him?" he finally asked. "You never
talk about it."
"Because it sucked," she said, her voice quiet but forceful.
"It seriously, seriously sucked." She shook her head. "I mean, you
know about how I killed Lothos, right?"
Xander nodded. "Yeah," he said. "The seriously old vampire
guy. The Master before the Master."
Buffy nodded. "Yeah..." She trailed off a moment. "I was so
confused about that, you know. Because he and his second in command
were so _old_." She shook her head. "Giles explained it to me,
though. He says Lothos killed off any vampires who got to be too
much older than about three hundred. To make sure he stayed the
most powerful. And his second in command was blood-bound to him, to
ensure loyalty..." She trailed off. "Sorry. Rambling."
Xander shrugged. Not as if it mattered to him. It was only
nine-thirty, though it felt like it was later. And it wasn't as
though he was planning on going to school the next day, anyway.
"S'okay," he said. "But, okay, so if this Merrick guy died, and you
left, where'd your friend find out so much about the Wiggmasters?"
"He read Merrick's library, he says," Buffy murmured with a
slight wince. Xander bit his lips. Whoops, bad question, he
figured. So bringing up the jerk from the Bronze wasn't a good
idea. Okay, that was fine. "Giles says he couldn't have, though."
She sighed.
"So he was lying?" So he knew he shouldn't ask, but he did
anyway. *Great, Xander,* he told himself. *Way to be seriously
sensitive.*
But Buffy didn't seem to really mind. She just shrugged.
"Seems like," she said quietly.
"S'rough," he said. "But hey...you've still got me, and you
know I'd never lie to you." He gave her a goofy grin, glad when she
rewarded him with a slight smile. "'Cause, you know, I'm not really
smart enough to keep up with a big web've stuff I'd hafta
remember." He shook his head. "Which is why I will never be a
political science major."
That actually earned him a stilted laugh. Which, he supposed,
was better than much of anything else Buffy had given him so far
tonight, so it was a definite step in the right direction. She
slowed her swing slightly, kicking her heels in the dirt, and when
she'd slowed down enough she reached over and touched his arm.
"Thanks," she said with a warm smile. "A lot."
He shrugged. "No prob," he said as he returned the smile.
They sat like that for a few seconds' time, neither moving
until Xander broke the gaze, shifting his attention to his feet as
he began to push himself back and forth a bit more. "So this
Merrick guy was pretty cool?" he asked. "Better than Giles?"
"Different than Giles," Buffy said. "But not better."
"Cool."
"Yeah," she said, with a smile of fond remembrance on her
lips. "He's the one who told me to play this game my way."
Xander grinned slightly. "So Giles can blame him, huh?"
"Yeah, me being impossible is all Merrick's fault." She
grinned and shook her head. "Bet he'd love to hear that."
"Bet he would."
Another silent lull took over them, and the only sound was
that of the chains for the swings needing oil and trying to make
that fact known to anyone who'd listen. Then Buffy sighed. "You
know," she said quietly, "I miss him."
"Giles?"
"No...Merrick." She sighed. "Not that I don't love Giles to
death, but..." She shook her head slowly. "I never...I don't know."
She looked up. "Merrick..." She trailed off, then shook her head.
"He knew stuff. Not like, book-knowing stuff, like Giles. I never
saw Merrick touch a book the whole time I was there, but he was
only around when we'd be training or other stuff..." She looked up.
"Giles is more, you know, involved in the day-to-day stuff. There's
not that kind of distance." Her gaze fell back to her lap. "I know
stuff about Giles. Not much, but stuff, you know what I mean?"
Xander nodded silently. "Yeah."
"All I know about Merrick is his name. And that he wanted to
be a bootmaker."
Much as he wanted to pursue the conversation, something in
Buffy's voice told Xander this wasn't a case where talking made
things easier. So he sighed, reaching across the space between them
to take her hand in his own. He gave it a quick squeeze,
then...just held it.
And the sound of swings creaking in the darkness filled the
night air.
~
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