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buffyfic-digest Friday, July 24 1998 Volume 02 : Number 273
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Kender Chaos (2/?)
BUFFYFIC: Kender Chaos (3/?)
BUFFYFIC: My Moira #8
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Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 14:12:31 PDT
From: "Black Fire" <blackfire42@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Kender Chaos (2/?)
Title: Kender Chaos
Author: Black Fire
Email: blackfire42@hotmail.com
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, Fizban (if he shows up) and any
other
Dragonlance characters that happen to be mentioned 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 2
After introductions were made, Tasslehoff resumed his
exploration of
the Sunnydale High School library, with Buffy and Giles fast on
his
heals. He took everything in with the eagerness of a child,
although,
it was clear from his constant chatter that he could be
considered an
adult for his race, which he called Kender.
None the less, he explored every inch of the library.
Giles and Buffy
tried to ask him questions about how he got to Sunnydale, but he
wasnÆt
paying attention. He was too busy relating his own fascinating
stories
and exploring. Occasionally he would pick up an object to study
it
further and the object would find its way into one of his
pouches,
despite GilesÆ unheeded protests.
Consequentially, it didnÆt take Buffy long to feel like
she was
baby-sitting a four-year-old. However, once Tas had finished
his
exploration, he made his way back over to the table and sat
down,
arranging his pouches so that he wouldnÆt sit on any of them.
Eventually, for lack of anything else to do, he emptied every
pouch onto
the table and began sorting through their contense.
There were several gasps and exclamations as he did
this, as no one in
the room could believe that anyone could carry around that much
junk.
Never the less, he busied himself with exploring what was on the
table.
There were pieces of string, rings of all sorts, teeth from
indeterminable creatures, mixed in with chicken feathers, moldy
food and
several things that Giles recognized as his own. The latter,
Giles
grabbed hastily, receiving a high pitched, ôOh, is that yours?
You must
have dropped it. ArenÆt you glad I was here to find it for
you?ö as he
did.
ôWhere did you say I was again?ö Tas asked.
ôSunnydale, California,ö Willow answered.
ôSunnydale, California?ö he frowned. ôIÆve never heard
of a place like
that on Kyrnn.ö His eyes widened again. ôMaybe IÆve been sent
to the
other side of the world! Or maybe I really *did* make it to one
of the
moons! This should be quite fun.ö
ôWait, wait, wait,ö Buffy said. ôWhere did you say you
were from?ö
ôKyrnn,ö Tas said. ôYou *have* heard of Krynn, havenÆt
you? You must
have if weÆre on one of the moons. Which moon did you say I was
on
anyway? ItÆs too dark to be Solinarri and too bright to be that
dark
moon Raistlin always talked about. This place is full of books,
so this
*could* be Lunitari, but then, no one but the black robes an see
the
black moon, so maybe I really am there after all. Oh I hope so.
It
always sounded very interesting to me. But then, so did the
Abyss until
I went there...ö
ôWe didnÆt say you were on a moon,ö Buffy interrupted.
ôYouÆre in
Sunnydale, California on Earth.ö
TasÆs eyeÆs widened. ôReorxÆs beard!! You mean IÆm in
another
universe?!?!ö He jumped up and down excitedly, ôThis is so
wonderful!
Wait until I tell Tanis about this! HeÆll never believe it.ö
ôHow did you get here?ö Giles asked, growing more
annoyed.
ôWell, you see,ö Tas began, slowly, ôI used this magical
device that
the wizards of Wayreth gave to Caramon to get him back from the
past.
Unfortunately, it was only made to transport one person, so when
went
back, he would have to leave me behind. But I wasnÆt supposed
to be
there anyway, in the past that is. Some rule about Kenders,
Gnomes and
Dwarfs not being allowed to time travel because they can change
history.
ThatÆs not really true though, because, when we were in Tarsis,
I tried
to stop the Cataclysm but it didnÆt work, but then Raistlin,
thatÆs
CaramonÆs twin brother, gave me the wrong instructions for the
device
and it broke.
ôWhere was I?ö Tas paused, ôOh yes! The device! Well
the Cataclysm
came and I woke up in the Abyss, but the device was broken. I
met the
Dark Queen and she said that I would be there forever or until I
died.
Then, when I was in this holding cell, I met his Gnome named
Gnmish and
he had invented a traveling device that actually worked. Gnome
inventions usually donÆt work very well, you see. Anyway, the
device he
invented looked exactly like the device I borrowed from Caramon,
so
Gnmish fixed it and we left the Abyss. Then Raistlin killed
Gnmish. I
canÆt forgive him for that, even though he sacrificed himself to
save
the world, I still canÆt forgive him for killing my friend
Gnmish...ö
ôHow did you get here?ö Giles demanded.
ôOh! That!ö Tas exclaimed. ôQuite simple, you see.
When we Caramon,
Tanis and I fixed things so that the world wouldnÆt end, Caramon
and I
spent some time with Tanis and I went with him, Caramon, that
is, back
to Solace because I told CaramonÆs wife, Tika that I would take
care of
him and that meant making sure he got home. Well, while Caramon
and
Tika were busy, I found the traveling device in my pouch.
Caramon must
have dropped it, itÆs lucky I found it for him. I used the
device and I
found myself at home of all places! Well, I hadnÆt been to
Kendermore
in years, so I stopped and visited for a while. I even got
myself a new
hoopak staff to replace the one I lost at the Temple of
Takhisis. Then
I got bored, so I used the device again. I wanted to go to a
place
where no one on Kyrnn had ever been and when I woke up, I was
here.ö
Giles, Buffy, Willow and Angel sat there for a long time
after the
Kender finished his long and confusing tale. They were
speechless and
confused. They hadnÆt been able to follow half of what Tas had
said.
Of course, the reason for most of the confusion was that, for
the most
part, they had no idea what the heck Tas was talking about.
He apparently assumed that they already knew the people
and places he
was referring to. And why shouldnÆt they, he thought. Everyone
knew
about the War of the Lance. And, of course, everyone had heard
of
Tanis, Caramon, Raistlin and Tika! They, along with himself
were all
Heroes of the Lance. Everyone knew about them... DidnÆt they?
ôSo youÆre saying,ö Angel spoke up, for the first time
since Tas had
woken up, ôthat this magical traveling device brought you here?ö
ôUh huh,ö Tas nodded emphatically.
ôWhere is this device now?ö Giles asked.
ôWell, let me see,ö Tas said, riffling through his stuff
again.
ôNo.... no.... oh! I was looking for that! No.... no.... I
have to
remember to give this back to Riverwind. IÆm sure heÆs been
looking for
it.ö
Tas continued searching for a while. Finally, he gave
up on the pile
of treasures in front of him. He sat there for a minute,
thinking. ôOh
I know!ö He reached into a pocket in his vest and pulled out
something
that looked like a cross between a miniature staff and a baby
rattle.
He looked at it and let out a cry of anguish. ôOh no! ItÆs
broken
again!! Now IÆm stuck here.ö
Tas put his head on the table and started to cry. Buffy
went over and
put a comforting hand on his shoulder. ôDonÆt worry,ö she said,
ôIÆm
sure we can find a way to send you back to your own world.ö
ôReally?ö Tas looked up and sniffed. ôThat would be
very nice. I
can't be gone for too long you see. I donÆt know what Tanis or
Caramon
will do without me.ö
"We'll find a way," Buffy smiled.
"That would be wonderful," Tas brightened. "But there's
no need for
too much of a hurry. This place is very interesting. I'd like
to see
more of it."
Buffy and Willow laughed quietly. Giles sighed and
silently vowed to
find a way to send the Kender back as quickly as possible.
Angel just
sat there, not sure of what to make of the situation yet.
Tas sighed. Then came those two fateful words that
would have sent
every man, woman and beast on Kyrnn running for their lives.
But this
group did not know, as yet, the kind of trouble those two words
coming
from a Kender could find: "I'm bored."
* * * * *
I'm being very mean, I know. But let me know what you think.
The Black Fire | "Don't worry, I'm not here to eat."
Blackfire42@hotmail.com | -Angel (IG)
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Shadowlands/4203
"But if they all forget me I will be here anyway, like an artifact
of some lost civilization" -Vlad Dracula _The Dracula Tape_
"I'll see you there, Jekyll." -Edward Hyde "Jekyll & Hyde"
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Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 14:14:09 PDT
From: "Black Fire" <blackfire42@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Kender Chaos (3/?)
Title: Kender Chaos
Author: Black Fire
Email: blackfire42@hotmail.com
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) Fizban has found his way there too. 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, Fizban and any other
Dragonlance characters that happen to be mentioned 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 3
On the other side of town, Spike paced the floor of his
warehouse
hideout. He cursed himself for letting the slayer get away
again.
Cursed himself for making a deal with that "friend" of hers. It
had
almost gotten Dru killed after all. Well, that bloke... Ford
was his
name, wasn't it? Yes, Ford. He had gotten his in the end.
Spike smiled to himself, remembering how he had made the
creep into a
vampire and then left him to the mercy of his former friend. He
smiled
even more as he remembered how he had watched from a distance as
that
Buffy girl had been forced to kill the newly-risen Ford.
He stopped pacing as he remembered that how that kid got
his just
desserts at the hands of the slayer. But then, thoughts of
Buffy
creeped back into his mind and darkened his mood once more. He
returned
to pacing with more determination, trying to figure how to get
that
bloody slayer out of his hair once and for all. He went over,
in his
mind, all the other failed attempts.
He swore angrily and slammed his fist down on the table
with enough
force to put a hole in the table and make the thing collapse.
Seeing
what he had done brought him back to himself. He swore quietly
and
brought his hand up to look at it.
"That actually hurt," he muttered as he stood there,
watching the hand
bleed from the jagged pieces of wood that had been the table.
"Spike?" came Drusilla's soft voice from behind him.
Spike turned to look at her, his anger instantly
dissolving as she came
nearer. She was still growing weaker, he thought, sadly. She
wouldn't
last much longer at this rate.
"Spike, you're hurt," she gasped, taking his bloodied
hand. "Mummy
will make it all better."
She brought the hand to her lips and began licking the
blood off. Only
once, she stopped with a meek "eep" sound as her tongue found a
leftover
splinter. His hand all cleaned up, she got him to sit down in
one of
the large, wing backed chairs in the room.
"It's Her," she purred, as she continued to fawn over
her as if he were
a child.
"She just keeps destroying all my plans," Spike
complained.
"Sshhh..." she whispered as she ran a hand through his
short hair.
Suddenly, she stopped. She looked up and around at the
warehouse.
"Someone's here," she said.
"Where?" Spike asked, jumping out of the chair.
Just then, a strange looking figure stumbled into the
room. He was an
old man dressed in brown robes and a beat up old had what might
have
pointed up to the sky at one time. As he stumbled about, he ran
into a
large box and proceeded to argue with it about it not watching
where it
was going.
By this time, a pair of vampires had caught up with him
and taken a
firm hold of his arms. This was greeted with more protests from
the
befuddled old man and threats to turn the two into mice.
"What have I told you people about security?" Spike
yelled.
"I'm sorry, Spike," one of the vampires said as they
brought the old
man before their leader. "Security's been tight as a drum since
that
kid found his way in here. I don't know how this old geezer
found his
way in here."
Spike groaned at the feeble excuse and turned his
attention to the old
man. "Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing
here?"
"I am," the old man reared up with dignity, then stopped
as if he had
forgotten what he was going to say. "I am... What was my name
again?"
He started looking around wildly, "TASSLEHOFF!! Where is that
blasted
Kender. He knows who I am."
The old man scratched at his long, white beard and
continued looking
around, shouting for whoever it was he was looking for. The
display
amused Dru, who laughed at the old man, but eventually even her
amusement could not abate Spike's annoyance.
"Oh I don't care who he is," Spike finally yelled,
throwing up his
hands. "Kill him! He's too old to be of any nutritional
value."
"Wait luv," Dru said, causing Spike and the other
vampires to halt.
"This one has power. We could use him to help us."
"You think so, Dru?" Spike asked skeptically.
"Oh yes," she said, making her way over to the old man's
side.
Her presence at his side caused the old man to stop his
yelling and
look at her. He sized her up and smiled at her, mumbling
something
about her beauty. This caused her to smile and she leaned her
head
against his shoulder.
"You would help us," she pleaded, "wouldn't you? We
could help you
find your friend."
"Why," the old man smiled, "that would be very nice,
young lady."
"Where might this friend of yours be?" Spike asked,
reluctantly.
"Well, I don't know, exactly," the old man frowned.
"He's here, but
he's not here. I believe... hmmm... yes. He's somewhere in
this town,
I believe."
"Well, that narrows it down a bit," Spike growled,
causing Dru to give
him a disapproving look. "What's this bloke look like?"
"Well, he's about this high," the old man brought his
hand up to his
waste. "He has pointed ears, blue leggings and a mass of brown
hair at
the top of his head."
"Odd description," Spike muttered. "But one that
probably won't fit
too many people in this place." Spike thought for a minute.
"Okay,
we'll help you. But you have to help us."
"Sounds fair enough," the old man said, after some
thought. Then he
extended his hand to Spike, "By the way, did I mention that my
name was
Fizban?"
* * * * *
I haven't finished this story yet, but I'm already having
visions of
Spike ducking fireballs. :P
The Black Fire | "Don't worry, I'm not here to eat."
Blackfire42@hotmail.com | -Angel (IG)
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Shadowlands/4203
"But if they all forget me I will be here anyway, like an artifact
of some lost civilization" -Vlad Dracula _The Dracula Tape_
"I'll see you there, Jekyll." -Edward Hyde "Jekyll & Hyde"
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Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 18:38:00 -0700
From: taygeta@juno.com (Charity C. T.)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: My Moira #8
TITLE: My Moira #8
AUTHOR: Taygeta
E-MAIL: taygeta@juno.com
FEEDBACK: Pretty please with a cherry on top!
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just tell me first.
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: The characters of Moira Summers-Harris, Deidre Lindley,
Jacob Ross, and Scott Thomas are my own. Other than that, the characters
and any other such reference to Buffy the Vampire Slayer television
series belong to their creator, Joss Whedon, and their owners, Mutant
Enemy productions, Kuzui Productions, Sandollar Productions, and 20th
Century Fox. In other words, they do not belong to me. Copyright
infringement not intended.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
My Moira #8
By: Taygeta
Moira Summers-Harris listened intently at the strange woman that
sat in front of her, not realizing that the others that were in the
living room had left for the kitchen. Buffy peered at her daughter
through the space between the slightly opened the door and wall. She
noted the famous Summers sarcastic smile of "sureàrightà" and the
twinkling Harris eyes that read, "This lady's crazy!" Although Buffy
smiled at this, she couldn't help but worry that starting with these two
characteristics wasn't exactly the best way to begin.
"You see that lookàthat smile?" she sighed as she moved way to
sit down and Giles, who was looking at the same expression, closed the
door and sat beside her, "Familiar?"
The former Watcher glanced at her and then to Xander, before his
eyes fell back to her, again, "I suppose I know it all too wellàalways
thought at its individual states, it was bad enough, but never is the day
did I wish to see it combined."
The care-worn parents smiled appreciatively at him, "Thanks,
G-man, always thought I was the one to tell the jokes in times like
thisàthat was my role as a slayerette, was it?"
"There was a time, Xander, that you would have been, but people
grow up and you are no exception," was his reply and he continued
humorously, "although there are also times those days, unfortunately,
that your unruly ways seemed just like yesterday."
" 'When I was a little boy, they called me a liar, but now that I
am grown up, they call me a writer,' " he quoted with a grin.
"Isaac Bashevis Singer," was his reply, which surprised him
because no matter the years that had gone by, he never did get use to
Xander quoting beyond pop culture.
Willow laughed despite the tension that still clung to the
atmosphere of the kitchen, "Now that's the Alexander LaVelle
Summers-Harris update of the quote gameàhmm and you said *I* gave my baby
a long name!"
"He does have a long name," retorted their resident author, "And
for your information I am, Alexander *L.* Harris to the writing worldàand
I've been Xander to the rest of youàremember that."
" 'Humor is really laughing off a hurt, grinning at misery,' " he
quoted to them and he began to wish he had never said anything in the
first place.
Xander glanced at him, mustering a smile, "Bill Mauldinà"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"You don't believe me do you?" Cordelia said with a sigh after
she had went through the usual mandatory Watcher speech.
Moira contemplated than then said in an oh-so familiar Xander
lilt, "It's not that I don't believe youàit's more of the matter that I
just think you're CRAZY!"
Cordy blinked at her explosion, she had been expecting itàher
fellow watchers had a thing or two to say about slayers that were
untrained as opposed to those who were. In fact, she had a thing to say
about it, but what could they do in this 21st century where monsters were
creatures that lurked only in books, movies, games, etc. "IàuhàI'm sorry
you think this wayàI wanted this to be much simpler, but I suppose that
isn't quite possible."
"I don't even know why I'm letting you talk to me," the teenager
said shaking her head as she stood up.
"Wait, Moiraàplease?" the Watcher tried as she bit her lower lip
in hesitation.
Her expression softened and she sat back down again and looked at
the woman that sat across from her, "What?"
"I want to tell you a story, about a slayer," said Cordelia and
about this time, Buffy had begun to peer from the door again, feeling the
tension in the kitchen a little too much for her to handle.
The dark-eyed, blonde-haired slayer looked at her with a look of
disbelief, "You want to tell me a story? What am I six?"
"Just hear me out, 'kay?" she said getting somewhat tired with
this Summerseque attitude, or rather Summers-Harriseque, and wondered how
she was going to survive to see this slayer through. "This young woman
was about your age when she found out that she was chosenàdestined to
fight the forces that dwell in the darkness. This slayer grew up in the
popular crowdàthinking that that was her goal in life, but when she found
out her duties, that all changed. All of the things that she thought
were so valuable to her became frivolousàmeaningless, except for the
objective of love. Growing up, having courage to battle demons,
especially vampires, was the last thing on her mind, but she realized her
role. Didn't want itàhated it at times, but in the heat of battle, when
she had killed her first vampire, she felt her importanceàshe knew that
this was what had to be done."
"Oh, and now I suppose you're going to tell me that she saved the
world and I should do the same," Moira said with raised eyebrows.
"She did save the world a few times over, but it took her awhile
to make the sacrifices necessary to do that. As for me wanting you to
save the world, I'd rather prefer it if world-threatening situations did
not occur, but if it did, I'd want to you to try your best to save the
world. Going on still, she moved from LA to a new place that
inadvertently sat on top of a Hellmouth. She had thought that her days
of slaying were overàshe had wanted them to be over, but by moving here,
danger was far from gone and she was far from retirement. It is there
she met her new Watcher and she met friends that accepted heràhelped
her."
"But why did she let them help her? You told me a slayer has
strength to the extreme, and they couldn't have possibly fought off those
vampiresànot that I believe they exist or anything."
Cordelia nodded her head, "Yeahàyou're right, and it wasn't as if
she had asked them to help her. They came on their own accordàthey
wanted to help heràafter all, they loved her, as she loved them, and they
didn't want her to die."
Both Watcher and slayer alike turned when they heard the kitchen
door close, "And I wasn't about to let them dieà"
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