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buffyfic-digest         Friday, July 24 1998         Volume 02 : Number 272



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: Fantasies (4/?)
       BUFFYFIC: Elsewhere {1/1} By Ashley
       BUFFYFIC: Kender Chaos (1/?)

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Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1998 11:23:34 +0000
From: Aislynn Denny <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Fantasies (4/?)

Title: Fantasies
Author: Aislynn
E-mail: [e-mail]
Spoilers: Basically anything since the beginning of the show is up for grabs.
DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are the property
of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions,
and The Warner Brothers Network, and are used without
permission. The author claims no rights to these characters.
Except for the mystery man (Rasher), he's mine.
Summary:  Xander gets his wildest fantasy, but what is the price?


Part 4

    Xander falls into a chair, his breath coming rapidly. "Oh god.  Oh god,
please say this is all a dream and I haven't screwed up as much as I think
I have."  Giles looked at Xander curiously. "Excuse me?" Xander looked up
at Giles and help his hands up, as if to hold him off.  "Giles, I swear, I
didn't do this one on purpose.  It's nothing like the love spell.  I swear
it's not."  Buffy sat up a bit straighter, temporarily ignoring the
prophesy. "What love spell?" Xander
winced. "Never mind."  He looked between Buffy and Giles and took a deep
breath. "We have a problem."
    He waited to explain till Willow had been called to the library.  Everyone
thought is was odd that Xander hadn't wanted Jesse to be present but he
assured them that it would be explained in time.  "Ok...last night I had a
dream that I was out patrolling with Buffy."  He went on to relate
everything that had happened up to what the demon had told him.  Then he
went back and told them all the changes that had been made to reality
because of his fantasy.  Buffy
frowned. "So what you're saying is that this weird dude shows up in your
dream and grants your fantasy, and now all our lives have been majorly
changed?"  Xander nodded. "Yeah. Yeah that's about it."  Giles looked
furious. "How could you even possibly consider accepting his offer?!  You
have no idea what you could have done!"  Xander jumped up,"Giles, I was
dreaming!  How was I
supposed to know it was real!"  Willow sat quietly thinking of how to
handle this news. <So this is his fantasy.  To be the first male slayer,
have Buffy, and have Jesse alive.  But Jesse is supposed to be dead, and
instead we get...Cordelia?  Somehow this seems like a sick joke.>
    Willow looked towards Xander and said quietly, "So he says that you have
to kill Angel or die?  But if you kill Angel then the HellMouth opens."
"And I die! Hello, let's not forget that point!"  Buffy interjected.  Giles
began to pace, his hand covering his chin while he tried to think of a
solution. "Xander, did he tell you what the price would be when he offered
this to you?"  Xander shook his head. "No!  If he had even in the dream I
would have said no!  But all he said was I'll give you your wildest
fantasy.  Now personaly I would have thought wildest fantasy would have
been more along the lines of wild hot sex, but I guess I'm wrong."  Buffy
shook her head and said quietly,"No.  A fantasy is something you wish for,
and expect to never happen. It's more than just a dream, it's stronger than
that.  And it doesn't mean just sexual things either."  Giles
listened to Buffy a trifle surprised at what she had said, "Uh, yes.  You
are correct.  Now Xander, we must figure out someway to stop this demon.
Otherwise the concequences..."  Xander nodded. "Right.  I am in full
research boy mode.  Just give me a book and I'll get to work."  Willow
headed to the computer. "I'll see if I can find anything about this guy
online."  Buffy sighed. "It'd be helpful if we knew a name."  "Rasher.  His
name is Rasher." a rough voice said
from the shadows.  Buffy spun around, "Angel!"
    Angel walked forward, skirting around the patches of sunlight streaming in
from the windows.  "Rasher specializes in knowing humans' deepest desires
and granting them.  In return they work for him.  Basically, you sell your
soul, for the briefest of moments."  Xander gulped.  "Sell your soul?"
Angel nodded.  He looked towards Buffy quickly then back towards Giles and
Xander.  "I heard the whole discussion."  Seeing the tension in the room
thickening with every moment Buffy refused to say anything to Angel, Willow
jumped up and flung her arms around him.  "I'm so glad you have your soul
again!"  A sad smile crossed Angel's face as he hesitently returned
Willow's hug.  He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Your fish tank is
full again."
Willow blinked then smiled happily. "Oh!  Thanks, Angel, but how?"  He
smiled slightly, "I'll tell you later."  Angel moved away from her and
walked towards Giles, his hands slightly extended forward, the palms up.
"Giles.  I- I can't tell you how sorry I am about - "  Giles cut him off,
"Don't.  Do not say anything about the incident I will not hear it."  Angel
looked at him, in surprise
noting the stoney expression on his face.  He nodded slowly. "Very well.
Xander, we've got to get to work if your going to get out of this deal with
Rasher."  Looking between Buffy, Giles, and Angel Xander nodded. "Right,
now how do we do that?"  Angel looked Xander up and down and said flatly.
"You kill him."
    Xander started to say something then stopped.  "I kill him?  I just dust
him like a vampire and that's it?"  Angel shook his head. "No, he's not
like a vampire.  You'll have to kill him, but how he must be killed is the
question.  You'll have to figure that out."  Buffy jumped up and headed
into the stacks. "Right!  That means time to look through the books."
Angel nodded. "Uh, yes, and then there will be training to make sure that
you can fight him effectively."  Giles
pointed out.  He looked to Angel and said quickly, "Would you be willing to
help us with this?"  Angel nodded. "Of course.  It's my duty to protect the
Slayer.  Both of them."  Xander took a book off the stack on the checkout
desk.  "Then let's get to it."  Willow sighed, "I'll start the round robin.
 It's gonna be another all nighter."

End Part 4
*************************************************************************
"Passion. It lies in all of us- sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted,
unbidden, it will stir- open it's jaws and howl."
        -Angel from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer"

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Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1998 11:20:43 EDT
From: <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Elsewhere {1/1} By Ashley

TITLE:  "Elsewhere"
FEEDBACK:  Yes!  Pretty, pretty please?!  Thanks!
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT:  Sure!  If ya want it, ya can have it..But please keep
my name there.  Thanks!
AUTHOR:  Ashley
E-MAIL ADDY:  [e-mail]
SPOILER WARNING:  Becomming, Parts One & Two
RATING:  PG I guess
CONTENT:  Nothing you wouldn't see on Buffy.
SUMMARY:  The whole scooby gang, plus one mom and one hell riden vampire,
angst about the events in 'Becomming'
DISCALIMER:  Everything in the Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon {many kudos
to Joss for creating them} and Mutant Enemy.  Yadda, yadda, yadda.
SONGS:  "Elsewhere" By Sarah McLachlan..Fumbling Towards Ecstasy



    Buffy Summers stared out the bus window, watching the ocean as it moved
wildly in it's own glory.  It reminded her slightly of her own life, a
whirlwind of emotions.  Rising up, and crashing back down again.  The way she
had felt when Angel came back.  If only for one moment he came back and she
held him, she kissed him, and told him that she loved him.

    "Angel...."  She whispered softly, fighting back the tears that threatened to
engulf her.

    Buffy could still see his beautiful face twisted in horror, and his
mysterious eyes filled with confusion and betrayal.  He didn't remember
anything at all.  His expression was so child-like and innocent that Buffy's
heart broke for him.  Selfishly, she kissed him, and he kissed back, not
understanding the full meaning of that kiss.  He was so trusting, closing his
eyes when told, and she killed him.

    "I'm so sorry...."  She stifled back the sobs, so as not to disturb the other
sleeping passengers.

    Buffy could still feel the peircing pain that gripped her heart as she
plunged the sword into his stomach.  His whispers, her name on his tortured
lips, haunted her.  They loved each other so much, but fate wouldn't let them
be together.  Now Buffy had to pay the price for it.


**I love the time and in between
The calm inside me, in the space where I can breath
I believe there is a distance I have wandered to touch upon the years
Of reaching out and reaching in, holding out and holding in....**


    Giles, Willow, Xander, Cordelia, and Oz sat silently in the library.  All of
them worried for their friend, and wondering whether a certain other friend
had been saved.

    "Buffy would have at least called by now...."  Xander finally broke the
silence.
    Giles sighed.  "Yes, yes, I'm aware of all that."

    "Maybe we should call her house....?"  Willow suggested carefully.

    "Alright, I'll call...."  Giles nodded, rising from his chair and moving
towards the phone on the counter.

    "Don't you think it would be a little strange if a teacher from school called
her house....?"  Oz interupted.

    "Oz is right Giles,"  Cordelia added mater-of-factly.  "Why don't you let
Willow or Xander call?"

    Giles stopped and looked back to them.

    "I'll do it."  Willow stood and quickly dialed Buffy's home number.

    "Hello....?"  A weary voice asked into the phone.  "Buffy?!"  It suddenly
perked up.

    "Ummm, no Miss Summers, this is Willow Rosenburg, Buffy's friend."  Willow
replied tentativly.

    "Oh, hello Willow.  How are you feeling?"  Joyce asked.

    "I'm fine Miss Summers, is Buffy home?"

    There was a silent pause on the other end.  Then, finally, Joyce responded.

    "No Willow, Buffy ran away from home yesterday."

    Willow gasped and felt tears come to her eyes.  "Why?"

    "We got into a fight.  She said....she said that...."  Joyce began to sob.
"She said that she was a vampire slayer and that she had to save the world.  I
told her that if she left, to never come back but she left anyways.  My poor
baby is crazy Willow, she needs to find some help."

    Willow stared numbly at the others.  "Miss Summers, Buffy is a vampire
slayer.  And, she did save the world."

    Joyce gasped.  "What are you talking about?  How would you know?"

    "It's true.  I'm her best friend, and I have helped her before."  Willow said
gently.

    "Your just as crazy as she is!"  Joyce screamed into the phone.  "Don't call
my house ever again!"  She slammed the reciever down.

    Willow softly hung up the phone and turned to the others, unable to form the
words.


**I believe this is heaven to no one else but me
And I'll defend it long as I can be left here to linger in silence
If I choose to, would you try to understand....**


    Joyce Summers slammed the phone down in Willow's ear, blinded by a rage and
denial which had never been so strong.

    "What is going on....?"  She asked aloud, feeling the tears slipping down her
smooth cheeks.

    Her sweet innocent daughter, a vampire slayer.  How could something so tiny
and beautiful kill something as brute and ugly as a fictionary vampire.

    "Oh, Buffy, please come home...."  Joyce whispered, in a strained and heavy
voice.

    Joyce crossed the room slowly, Buffy's room.  Often, she would come into this
room and see Buffy slamming this drawer shut.  Maybe there was something in
here....something that could help Joyce find her daughter.  She silently slid
the drawer open and stared in dumb shock.  With trembling hands she reached in
and removed three pointy wooden objects, a small glass vial of water, and a
thick heavy cross.

    Joyce dropped all the items except for the cross, and knelt on her knees.
She did something then that she hadn't done in a long while, she prayed.  She
prayed for herself, she prayed for Buffy, and she prayed for Buffy's
boyfriend, Angel.  Joyce finally knew the truth, and had a feeling that this
mysterious Angel, had something to do with that truth.


**I know this love is passing time, passing through like liquid
I am drunk in my desire
But I love the way you smile at me
 I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near
I believe....**


    Angel lingered in the depths of hell.  He remembered all that he had done
these past months.  Where his memory was once fogged, it was now clear and
crisp, clearer that it had ever been before.  Right as the sword hit him in
the stomach, all the memories crashed into him.  The guilt weighed him down,
brought him crashing to his knees.  He looked into Buffy's eyes, and he knew
why she had to kill him.

    Buffy's destiny was to save the world, and she did, at his expense.  He
didn't blame her, only wished that he could take her into his arms and tell
her that.  Angel wished that he could tell her how truly sorry he was, how
much he loved her.  But now, here he was, paying dearly for all he had done.
But deep in the depths of Angel's tortured soul, he knew that living near
Buffy with the knowledge of what he had done to her, would be far worse than
burning her in hell.  But then again, living without Buffy was the worst
torture in itself.


**I believe this is heaven to no one else but me
And I'll defend it long as I can be left here to linger in silence
If I choose to, would you try to understand....**


    Buffy was moving on, changing her life.  She would be the best Slayer ever.
And when she went down for good, she would go down with a bang.  When Buffy
went down, there would be not a demon standing, not a demon still killing any
innocents.

    Buffy closed her eyes and did something she hadn't done in so long, she
prayed.  Clasping her hands together lightly, she chocked back sobs.

    "Oh God, I know I haven't done this in so long.  But, please, please, help me
or at least listen to me...."

    Buffy was aware of all the other passengers who could probably hear her
ramblings.

    "Please, save Angel from that hell, he doesn't deserve it.  And my mom,
please help her see that this is for the best.  And God, please protect my
friends."

    Buffy opened her eyes again, looking out the window.  The tears slipped down
her pale cheeks.

    "God, please help me to be strong...."


**Oh the quiet child awaits the day when she can break free
The mold that clings like desperation
Mother, can't you see I've got to live my life the way I feel is right for me
Might not be right for you, but it's right for me
I believe....**


    Angel fell to his knees in the blackness, his hands in prayer stature.

    "Dear God, I know I've done so much wrong.  But, I heard that you forgive all
sins.  I don't know if you could ever forgive mine, but I'm not asking for
forgiveness Lord."

    Angel squeezed his eyes shut, tightly.  The tears began to fall.

    "All I'm asking is for you to help Buffy be strong.  Help her to see it's not
her fault.  Let her see that I forgive her, and understand....Let her see that
I love her, and I always will...."


**I believe this is heaven to no one else but me
And I'll defend it long as I can be left here to linger in silence
If I choose to, would you try to understand it
I would like to linger here in silence
If I chose to would you try to understand it....**

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Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 10:25:02 PDT
From: "Black Fire" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Kender Chaos (1/?)

Title: Kender Chaos
Author: Black Fire
Email: [e-mail]
Feedback?: Yes, please.
Summary: This is a crossover with Dragonlance that creeped into my head
last week.  Somehow, Tasslehoff Burrfoot has found his way into
Sunnydale.  (Any of you who have read the Dragonlance books can start
running now.  :P)  I haven't decided yet, but I thing Fizban might be in
Sunnydale also.  It takes place before WML1.  Why?  Because I can have
more fun with Spike in this situation than I can with Angel.  (You
scared yet?)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None, unless you've missed most of this last season.  For any
of you who have read Dragonlance, Tas is coming in sometime after the
Legends Trilogy.
Disclaimers:  All Buffy characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy,
Sandollar, etc.  Tasslehoff and Fizban (if he shows up) belong to TSR,
Margaret Weis, Tracy Hickman and all the others who have written for
them in the past.  I own none of them and can't afford to anyway.

                            Kender Chaos Chapter 1

    Buffy flew through the air and landed on her back with a painful
æthud.Æ  With her attacker closing in on her, however, she waisted no
time on the pain and got back to her feet.
    A swift kick to the chest sent the vampire into a large grave stone.
From there on in, the battle was short-lived.  Two more good punches
subdued her opponent long enough for Buffy to find the stake she had
dropped and drive it into the vampireÆs chest.
    ôOne vamp down,ö she said as she watched him turn to dust.  ôAnother...
billion or so to go.ö
    She brushed the dusst off her and winced.  Whatever she had landed on
had been really hard and really painful.  She reached behind her to rub
the sore spot.  The pain would be gone by morning, of course, but right
now it was an annoyance.
    ôAre you alright?ö asked a familiar voice from her right.
    Buffy turned and smiled as she watched Angel walk out of the shadows.
    ôOh this?ö she asked, still rubbing her back.  ôItÆs not that bad,
really.  Serves me right for letting him sneak up on me like that.ö
    Angel smiled and leaned down to kiss her.
    ôSee?ö she said, returning the kiss.  ôIÆm feeling better already.ö
    The both smiled and stood there for a minute.  Eventually, Angel took
over the task of rubbing the sore spot on BuffyÆs back.
    ôThat feels good,ö she moaned.
    Angel smiled again, ôSo what happened?ö
    ôI donÆt know,ö Buffy whined.  ôI think he jumped out of a tree and
kicked me.  It all happened so fast.  The next thing I knew, I was
landing on a tree branch or something over there...ö
    Buffy stopped short as she pointed over to where she had landed.  She
found herself pointing at a staff of some sort.  Buffy went over for a
closer look.
    What she found was a tall, oversized slingshot lying on the ground.
That was strange enough.  Even stranger was that the thing was held fast
by the tight grip of a tiny hand extending from a small, hooded and
cloaked figure that was lying on the ground behind it.
    ôWhat the...ö she said as she kneeled down next to the unconcious form.
She reached under the hood and felt for a pulse.  It was there,
fortunately.  Buffy heaved a sigh of releaf, thankful that she hadnÆt
killed the poor, little thing.
    ôBuffy look,ö Angel whispered.
    ôWhat?ö she asked.  She followed the line of his fingers to where her
hand was.  ôWhat the...?ö
    As she looked down at the figure, she noticed that she had drawn the
hood back far enough to reveal the tip of a pointed ear.
    ôWhat is it?ö she asked
    ôI donÆt know,ö Angel replied.
    ôWell then,ö she sighed, ôI guess weÆll just have to take him to Giles.
HeÆll love this.ö
    She rolled the little figure over and pryed the staff from its hand.
Gently, she gathered the creature up and handed it to Angel.  Grabbing
the staff, they set off for the school library, where Giles would be
waiting for her report.

*   *   *   *   *

    ôI donÆt know what it is,ö Giles said, after studying the creature for
some time.
    Buffy and Angel had brought it in and laid it on the library table.
Willow, who was also there, found a couple of blankets and wrapped them
around the unconcious creature.  Giles had studied it for a long time
before coming to his inconclusive conclusion.
    The creature was not quite four feet tall, very thin and nimble, from
the looks of it.  The thing sported a topknot that fell just below its
shoulders, well-made clothes and boots and bright blue leggings.  A wide
variety of pouches - which Giles had decided were best left alone for
now - hung from its waist and shoulders.
    But it was the creatures face that drew most of the attention.  With
its pointed ears and its face relaxed in its state of unconciousness,
the creature had all the outward appearance of being an innocent little
child - an observation which, Giles had said, could be very misleading
but, none the less, caused the two girls to comment, several times, on
how cute it was.
    ôWhat do you mean you donÆt know,ö Buffy asked.
    ôI mean I have no idea what it is,ö Giles commented.  ôThere is nothing
in my books which discribes such a creature.ö
    ôWell,ö Willow said, ôbooks donÆt always give accurate discriptions.
Can you, maybe, take a guess?ö
    ôIÆm not even sure I can do that,ö Giles said, confused.  ôI want to
say that itÆs an elf, but itÆs too short.  Though itÆs certainly short
enough, it doesnÆt fit *any* description of dwarves or gnomes that IÆve
heard of.  And itÆs not short enough to be a leprechan.  IÆm at a loss.ö
    ôThereÆs one I never thought IÆd hear,ö Buffy mumbled.
    ôMmmmm,ö the creature suddenly groaned as it finally started to stir.
    The four turned their attention back to the little creature as it
opened itÆs eyes and sat up, shaking its head.  It didnÆt leave the
table, but started looking around, a glow of facination coming over its
face.
    ôWhere am I?ö it asked, in a high pitched, but decidedly male voice.
ôThis doesnÆt look like the Great Library of Palanthas, unless Astinus
has done some remodeling since I was here last.ö  His eyes widened.
ôMaybe IÆm in the Tower of Wayreth!  Maybe the wizards want to thank me
for helping to save the world from Raistlin!  How wonderful!  Maybe
theyÆll give me a magic ring or something that will send me to the
moon!ö
    The creature got to his feet and jumped down off of the table.
Eagerly, he started to explore his surroundings.  All the while, he
continued babbling on about one thing or another.
    ôWho are you?ö Buffy asked.
    He turned around.  ôYou speak Common!  Wonderful!ö he exclaimed.  ôItÆs
the language I know best.  I know others, of course, but not as well.  I
donÆt speak them as often as I should.  Tanis said something to me in
Elven once and I almost didnÆt understand it.  ItÆs a good thing I did
though, or else weÆd have never gotten out of that temple of Takhisis.ö
    He stopped talking long enough to catch his breath.  As he did, a
realization came over him, ôOh, IÆm terribly sorry, I didnÆt introduce
myself.  That was rude of me, wasnÆt it.  IÆm Tasslehoff Burrfoot,ö he
said with a bow at the neck that sent his topknot whipping, first
forward and then back, almost slapping Angel who was sitting behind him.
ôBut my friends call me Tas.ö



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