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buffyfic-digest        Tuesday, August 18 1998        Volume 02 : Number 307



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: Capeside: the Hellmouth (13/?)
       BUFFYFIC: Broken Bonds (Part 10)
       BUFFYFIC: Do You? (1/1)
       BUFFYFIC: The Final Battle (3/3)

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Date: Sun, 16 Aug 1998 22:09:12 -0700
From: [e-mail] (Charity C. T.)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Capeside: the Hellmouth (13/?)

TITLE: Capeside: the Hellmouth #13 Weird Happenings
AUTHOR: Taygeta
E-MAIL: [e-mail]
DISTRIBUTION: Sure...just tell me where it's gonna go.
RATING: PG
SERIES: A Dawson's Creek/Buffy Crossover
DISCLAIMER: The characters and any other reference to Dawson's Creek are
the property of, creator, Kevin Williamson. The characters portrayed and
in reference to Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to its creator Joss
Whedon, and it's owners Mutant Enemy Productions, Kuzui Enterprises,
Sandollar Productions, and 20th Century Fox.  In other words, they do not
belong to me and I am just borrowing them.  The only thing that is mine
is this weird story.  No copyright infringement is intended.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Capeside: the Hellmouth
#13 Weird Happenings
By: Taygeta

    "UhàMrs. Lindleyàcan you excuse us?"  Xander said uneasily,
giving back her locket as he quickly walked out of the room with Buffy.

    "X-XanderàJen's mom's - " Buffy tried to say, but she couldn't
bring the words to come out of her mouth.

    "Shhhà" he said softly, shaking his head as he looked at her with
concern, leading her to the elevator, "Come on, I think you need some
air."

    Joey approached them, "Guys, Dawson just came and he's going to
take care of patrolling with Ms. Calendar and Giles.  Buffyàare you
okay?"

    "I'm fineàI just need to get outta here for a sec," the slayer
mumbled as she walked past her.

    "Xanderàwhat's wrong?"

    He glanced at her and said, "I - I'll explain everything later."

     And so they headed towards the elevator, leaving a confused Joey
to contemplate the situation that was in occurrence.

    "It doesn't make sense, Xander!" said Buffy as she sat on one of
the benches outside of Capeside Medical Center, "She's *my* Momànot
Jen'sàJoyce Summersànot the other Mrs. Lindley!"

    Xander sat beside Buffy with a sigh, "I know it seems really
weird and it *is* really weird, but just like everyone else we used to
knowàWillow, Oz, Ms. Calendar, Druscilla, Cordelia, Spikeàthey're all
different.  I know it's not the same as finding out that your mom is
someone else's mom, but this isn't our world, Buffyàas much as we're
going to try and make things work for the betteràit's never going to be
our world."

    "Don't you think I haven't realized that before?" she said, "But
this goes beyond weird, Xanderàthis is like - this is my mom not being my
mom!"

    "And my mom's probably not my mom, either, but if I let it really
bug meàif I contemplate and digress tell no endàwhere am I going to be?"
Xander replied with a tired shrug.

    Buffy looked at him and shook her head, "You'd be Xanderàat least
the Xander that I could say I knew."

    With that she stood up and began to walk away and heard him call
out to her, "Where are you going?"

    "Patrolling!" she yelled as she continued to stomp away and she
heard him run after her.

    "Waitàdidn't you hear what Joey said - " he began as he touched
her should tentatively.

    She shrugged his hand away in frustration and looked at him with
blazing eyes, "Look, you may have changedàhell, I probably did a tiny bit
of the Kent/Superman switch myself, but one thing's for sureàI'm still
the slayer.  And I'll be damned if dimensions are going to take that away
from me.  I may have been the thorn of the century back home, but it's
the only thing I've got left of home, and I intend to keep that."

    "Hold on, what about Giles?  What about our friendship?" he asked
and although he didn't continue further, she knew he wanted to say, "What
about me?"

    Buffy turned around and said to him, "You don't understand,
Xanderàyou used to, but you don't anymoreà" and with that she left him to
stand in surprise and confusion.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

    Dawson rammed the stake into the vampire's chest and it shattered
into dust before their eyes, "Three."

    "W-what?"  Giles said as he looked at the good vampire.

    "I said, threeàthat's - as Buffy would say - three baddies in one
night, something's upàI can feel it," he said as he glanced at the
Watchers warily in their graveyard setting.

    "You can feel it?  I can feel it," said Ms. Calendar with a sigh,
"God, we haven't had to deal with this many vampires in one night
sinceàwell since never, what about you Rupert?"

    "We have seen in a night a few times before, but that was only
when a matter of definite evil urgency was at hand," said Giles,
"Something is definitely wrongàI best hit the books tonightà"

    "Research partyàthe life of a Watcher, count me in," she replied,
"and I promise not to spill coffee on anything, but we've got to finish
patrollingàDawson can't - "

    "I can take care of it," a voice said from behind them and they
all turned to see Buffy.

    Giles blinked in surprise before he said, "B-Buffyàh-how is Jen?"

    "She's stable, but still in critical condition," she said, "I
think she'll be okay, but if evilly spookily things are up and about,
whatever they are, I'm not too sure about us."

    "Gotcha," Jenny said with a nod, "Come on bookwormà"

    Giles and Jenny walked away and they could hear him say, "I
rather resent that particular nameà"

    "They like each other," Dawson said in a matter-of-fact tone.

    "Tell me about it," she replied, "Can they be more obvious?"

    "Sort of like you and Xanderà" he added shrewdly.

    Buffy gave him a Look, "Did your vampire perception go off the
scale of whacked?"

    "The cognition of my demonolatry has nothing to do with the fact
that you like Xander and he likes you," he replied.

    "Well excuse me if the 'cognition of your demonolatry' has
everything to do with it because you are so wrong," she said.

    Dawson's eyebrows raised slightly, "Am I really?  Are you trying
to tell me that you don't like Xander?"

    "You're good with wordsàdefine like," she said in a fleeing
manner.

    "You know what I mean," he said and this time he gave her a Look.

    Sighing, she rested against one of the various grave markers that
aligned the large expanse of cemetery ground, "I can say I do, but then
I'll be kind of lying because I don't really know him anymore, at least I
don't think I do."

    "Xander hasn't changed much from my initial meeting with him.
He's still got his sarcastic demeanor to hide behind, he's still as
aggravating to Giles as ever, and -  "

    "You've only known him for a few monthsàI've known him a little
longer thanà" she interjected.

    "And," Dawson continued, "he's still in love with you as ever."

    She glanced at him and answered, "Like you are with Joey?"

    "Oh, come on, Buffy, I'm a vampireàshe'sàshe's half werewolfàit's
like Fate's telling us we can never be."

    "Well, maybe there is no Fate, did you ever think of that?" the
slayer argued, "Do you suppose Fate caused me, Giles, and Xander to cross
dimensional paths - cross dimensional paths - I've definitely been
hanging around you guys too much."

    "Don't tell me youràumàwigged, now?"

    She stared at him for a second and then she patted his shoulder
lightly, "Dawson, that was just a little too spooky.  I don't think Fate
intended for you to use that word."

    "No, I don't think it didàheyà  I thought you didn't believe in -
" he began and all of a sudden, dirt covered arms grabbed his neck.

    His game face was instantly formed and he threw the demon forward
with all of his vampiric strength.  Buffy kicked him in the stomach, and
jabbed his face until he hit the mausoleum wall, where she thrust the
stake she held into his heart and his body shattered into ashes.

    "Four," she said in-between deep breaths and she swallowed,
"Something is definitely on the up."

    "Do you suppose Fate has anything to do with it?"

    "I don't know about that, but I'm pretty sure Cordelia and Pacey
have everything to do with itàwhatever *it* is."

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Date: Mon, 17 Aug 1998 20:54:19 -0500
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Broken Bonds (Part 10)

Title: Broken Bonds (Part 10)
Author:  Northlight
email:  [e-mail]
Summary:  Giles disappears.  Buffy gets a new Watcher.  Bad things
happen.
Disclaimer:  Joss Whedon owns all recognizable characters.
Notes:  It's been forever since I posted this story, so if you've
forgotten what it's about head over to
<http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Lair/7493/buffy.html>

        Irene Blackwell strode through the rubble filled halls towards
the Watcher's Council, her lips compressed into a thin, unhappy line.
Things had been tense for months, and the explosion of those tensions
had proved to be anything than manageable.

        She stepped over a piece of shattered wall with a grimace.
Watcher's sought knowledge.  They fought their battles through
parchments and written texts, not with the violence that these halls had
recently seen.

        The ornate door to the Watchers Council chamber swung open
beneath Irene's overly zealous push, emitting her into the room.  The
room, once elegantly understated as befitting the studious and learned
men and women who occupied it, was now in shambles.

        What was far more disturbing than the physical destruction of
the chamber was the absence of some of it's members.  Irene still found
it difficult to accept some of the Watchers they had lost in the recent
fight.

        "Charles!" Irene said,  her voice harsher than she had expected.

        The man turned away from the overturned table he had been trying
to upright in order to face her.  "Irene," he nodded politely though his
face looked strained.  "I thought that you were organizing the search
for--"

        She cut him off with a brusque shake of her head.  "We have more
important things to deal with, Charles.  Namely, the Hellmouth."

        Charles blinked.  "What about it?  This crisis shouldn't have
affected Sunnydale -- we contained it here!"  He looked ill as Irene
shook her head once more.

        "Unfortunately, some of them made it to Sunnydale.  Simon just
contacted me -- someone was after Rupert Giles, forcing him to flee.
Tyler is now acting as the Slayer's Watcher, and Simon has seen hints of
several others within the town."

        "If he's right..." Charles trailed off unhappily.  "With the
texts and magics that they have and the power of the Hellmouth things
have the potential to become very messy."

        "That's why I'm heading to Sunnydale."

        "You're leaving?!"

        Irene smiled thinly.  "I don't have much choice.  Simon has been
out of the loop for a while now, and Rupert's been so busy with his
Slayer that I doubt that he's all that involved with Watcher news
himself."

        "Good luck, Irene," Charles said simply.  She was right, there
wasn't anything else that they could do.

        Irene turned on her heel and strode out of the chamber.  She had
a plane to catch and a crisis to avert.

~End Part 10~

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Date: Mon, 17 Aug 1998 20:57:57 EDT
From: <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Do You? (1/1)

Title: Do you?
Author: Meg R-C ([e-mail])
Feedback: I beg you, please! This is my first piece so I need to know how to
improve
Distribution: If you want it, take it, just send me the url
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 (there is mention of rape, but nothing beyond that)
Content: Hospitals, angst, Buffy/Angel relationship, Angel/Joyce confrontation
Spoilers: set after Passion
Summary: Buffy was attacked and raped by college boys, and Angel is by her
hospital bed wondering why he didn't go to her right after the restoration of
his soul, when he had the chance

                                Do You?
                                    by Meg R-C
    I never had a chance to save her. Why couldn't she have waited like she was
supposed to? Why did she have to be so damned stubborn and loyal?
    Of all the things that would place her here, in this hospital, I never
thought it
would be a human. Against humans she's powerless, evil without a demon catches
her off gaurd.
    Everday she fights for them, and this is how they repay her. By tying her
down,
beating her, and, oh god, raping her one by one. How they hurt her, worse than
the
Master, or Spike, or even Angelus ever could. And they were demons, they had
an excuse for harming others, and she could kill them. But not a human being.
Not a living, breathing soul. And certainly not three young college boys, with
souls and feelings, and their whole lives ahead of them. Thats how they got
her. She couldn't understand how the very ones she was risking her life to
protect, could be the ones that destroyed her.
    And I wasn't there for her. I was off brooding, feeling sorry for myself,
lost in my
own guilt. I cut her off when I needed her the most, and consequentially I
wasn't there
when she needed me more.
    Ever since she restored my soul. One minute I was standing under a tree,
watching helplessly she and Angelus battled, and the next she was staring down
at me, and I was back in my body.
    So I ran. I pushed her away, and fled the pain in her eyes. I was so guilt
ridden
and intent on seeing the pain that I misses the love that came whenever she
looked at me. I missed the gentle tone in her voice as she spoke my name. I
blinded myself to see and hear only her pain and non-existant hatred.
    When I finally awoke it was too late. She wanted to show me her love and her
trust, and so she came to me. When they let her go, thinking her dying, she
fled to my apartment. Not the library, or the Bronze, both which were closer.
She didn't run home, to Willow, or to Xander, but to me. Because she loved me,
because she forgave me. It was her last attempt to show me what I could not
see on my own. And it came too late.
    Now she lies here, unconcious on this hospital bed. Next to her the heart
monitor beeps steadily.  What would I do if it stopped? I could never live
without her.  I could no longer exist without her presence. She was the light
that saved me from eternal darkness. Oh God, let her live!
    Suddenly I heard shouts from outside. Mrs. Summers, Giles, and the
Slayerettes had arrived.  I prepared myself to face Buffy's mom. How would she
react after our last meeting? I was about to find out.
    The door swung open.  Mrs. Summers rushed to her daughter's side, too wracked
with grief to even notice me.
    I felt Willow by my side. "What happened?" She asked, her large eyes brimming
over with unfed tears. "Was it...?" She broke off, aware Mrs. Summers was
listening
intently for my response.
    I shook my head, "No. From what I could gather from Buffy before she passed
out was that it was three college guys she recognized from the Bronze.  She
said they beat her and..." I fought back tears as my voice broke.  Willow
placed a comfoting hand on my arm. "And they took turns raping her."
    Mrs. Summers wimpered and tightened her grip on Buffy's hand. "My baby," she
murmered.
    "How did you find her?" Giles broke the silence that had fallen as we all
struggled to hold back tears.
    "I didn't.  She came to my apartment. I just had time to bring her inside and
find
out what had happened before she passed out."
    "She came to you?!" Mrs. Summers asked increduously. " I thought you two had
broken up."
    I smiled sadly at the simplicity of the statement/question, and the
complexity of its answer.
    "Technically, we did," I said, praying she would leave it at that, and spare
me from going into any farther detail.
    No such luck, "What do you mean 'technically'? The last time I saw you Buffy
was chanting Latin curses to keep you away from the house, and warning me to
avoid going out at night to keep from meeting up with you because you were
dangerous.  What exactly does 'technically' mean?!" Mrs. Summers looked like
she was about to wig out, not that I could blame her.  If I were in her
position I would have killed me a long time ago. And Buffy's current condition
had tripled her motherly instincts and increased herprotectiveness ten-fold. I
glanced at Giles for help.
    And to my surprise, it was Xander who came to my rescue.
    "Mrs. Summers, calm down. Angel would never hurt Buffy, when you saw him he
wasn't ... uh... quite hisself. But he loves her, and she loves him, and
that's why she went to him. No other reasons." That you can ever know, I added
silently to myself, shooting Xander a surprised look of thanks.
    He looked back at me and I could tell how much it had pained him to say that.
Butabove that was the trust, love, and faith in the tiny blond girl laying in
the hospital bed. He would do anything for her, even if it meant protecting me
when she couldn't. He loved her enough to defend his worst enemy, the not-
quite-man he feared, for her, because thats what she would want.
    That was why he was the one who found the curse, why he was the one to
restore my soul.
    I asked had him why he did it early that night, when he was walking home
alone
and our paths crossed.
    "OK, dead guy, see if you can get this. I have two choices, restore your
soul, or
"lose" the curse. Basically I'm choosing between you and Angelus, which do I
hate more?And the only reason Angelus won that round is because he killed Miss
Calender, tried to kill Willow, tried to kill me, and would have killed Buffy.
Because eventually he would have gotten her, she could never kill Angelus
because he wore your face. So in the end she would have died, and I'd rather
have Buffy alive and with you than no Buffy at all."
    I nodded at him, and turned to walk away.
    "I know we're going to lose her. She'll die and another Slayer will be
called.
Sooner or later she will be gone, and with Angelus around it would have been
sooner." He called at me.
    I turned to face him, "Angelus is still around."
    He shook his head, "Not according to the people that matter."

    Mrs. Summers sat back, subdued, and I returned my thoughts to the present.
    Giles patted her on the shoulder, "Come Joyce, lets get some coffee."
    She shook her head, "I want to stay here with Buffy."
    Giles motioned to the rest of us, "Lets leave her alone. We can get food in
the
cafeteria, and you can call your parents."
    "Angel can stay," Mrs. Summers said, her eyes boring into mine.
    "Very well then, come children," Giles ushered the three Slayerettes out of
the
room, leaving Mrs. Summers and I in uncomfortable silence.
    She was still staring at me when finally she spoke, "Is what Xander said
true? Did you love my daugher?"
    I looked back at her, knowing that she deserved the truth, at least as much
as I
could give her. "Yes," I told her honestly, "I love Buffy more than anything
else in this
world, and I would never hurt her."
    "But you did," she argued, "You did hurt her. She thinks that I don't see
things,
that I don't understand. But I know what heartbreak looks like, Angel, and I
saw it in my daughter. Everynight for months I fell asleep listening to her
sobs."
    Her words pierced my soul, even though I already knew everything she just
told
me. Angelus used to sit outside Buffy's window and watch her cry, reveling in
her pain. But to hear them spoken outloud by an outsider who really knew
nothing, hurt more than the memories. The memories weren't mine, they were
his, but these words were directed towards me, and well-deserved.
    Mrs. Summers changed tactics after failing to get a response from me, "I'm
going to talk to the doctor. See that your still here when I get back."
    After she left I leaned forward, knowing full well that if she were anything
like her
daughter she was just outside the door, listening to every word  I said. But I
didn't care. The love of my eternal life lay spread out before me on the white
hospital bed, in a coma that she might never awaken from. This could be my
last chance to right what I had wronged.
    "Buffy," I began, faltering, not knowning what to say, any excuses I might
have
had dying on my lips.
    "I understand. I'm just so afraid of hurting you." I took her tiny hand into
mine,
"I'm was so afraid of looking into your eyes and seeing my own self-hatred
mirrored in them. I couldn't have taken that, to know that you hated me when I
loved you so much. I know you blamed yourself for what happened, but don't.
None of it was your fault, you never could have known. And if it wasn't that
night, it would have been some other night.
    "It wasn't sex Buffy, I hope you know that. That wasn't the one moment of
happiness. Every time before that you had said 'I love you' I always had a
doubt. I never believed that you could ever love me. That night I finally
believed you. You made yourself completely vulnerable to me, put all your
faith and trust and love into me, even knowning what I was, and what I had
done. The moment that I finally realized that you loved me as much as I loved
you, that was the moment Buffy. That was the one true moment of happiness."
    I paused, "I love you more than anything else that has ever existed. I no
longer
regret telling Darla to 'show me her world' because it brought me to you. You
are the only reason that I exist, that I have yet to see the sun."
    "Did my daughter love you as much as you loved her?"
    I swirled around, shocked that I hadn't sensed her presence earlier. But
before I
could open my mouth to response the sweetest voice in the entire world beat me
to it.
    "Of course I do, Mom. What kind of question is that?"

                        ~End~

Okay,  this is my first piece of work so please be kind!

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Date: Tue, 18 Aug 1998 05:16:09 -0700
From: NightHunter <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Final Battle (3/3)

See Part 1 for discliamer

Feedback Please <[e-mail]>


Final Battle (3/3)

 Xander let out an inhuman scream of rage that someone would dare to
take
 his children.

 "OK Giles, now what?"  Buffy asked holding a cloth to Willows side to
 try and stop the bleeding.

 "Now we fight back!" said Giles taking a communicator out of his
pocket.
 "This Watcher Prime, I need a full Med Evac and transport at my
 location NOW!"

 In less then a minute a loud roar was heard as the Watcher Med
 Carrier landed in front of the house.  The Medwatchers ran into the
house
 putting Willow on a stretcher.  As they stabalized her, they took her
back to
 the Med Carrier.

 A young girl in a blue uniform with the insignia of the Watcher Air
Core
 entered  the house.
 "Sir, Watcher Sat 1 has traced the teleport signature of the Demon.
 We have located their strong hold in the carpatheon mountains."

 "Alright, let's go.  Signal Watcher HQ to dispatch all units to that
 location.   Its time we fought back." said Giles as they, boarded the
 Shuttle.

 15 minutes later at the castle strong hold:

 "Sir, Watcher First Class Stewert reporting, all ground forces are at
 the ready and awaiting the orders of the Slayer."

 "Then move out!" ordered Buffy.

 No sooner was the command out of her mouth when the Watcher ground
forces attacked. Loud explosions could be heard from the hand grenades
and
missiles. The vampires were being blown to pieces and blood was
everywhere.
The ground forces begin to move forward when a loud roar was heard.  It
came
from the back of the castle. A giant Dragon demon stepped out its breath
of
fire lashing out causing  the ground troops to scream in pain as the
flames
burned them to ash.

 "Pull back!" yelled Buffy.  She then turned to Giles, "Now what?"

 "Watch!" replied Giles.

 "This is Watcher Airbase, we are now descending, prepare to engage
 enemy." came a voice from the communicator.

 Buffy eyes almost fell out of her head when she looked up to see the
Watcher
Airbase.  (It was the size of three super Carriers) descending.  Then,
she
watched as giant weapon batteries moved to target the creature.  She
could
barely blink before twin laser cannons fired powerful beams of light,
which
hit the creature, blasting off large chunks of flesh and bone.  The
blood
boiled faster then it could gush from the opens wounds.  The creature
roar in
pain as the weapons fired again and again until only a pool of smoking
gore
remained.

 "This is Watcher Airbase.  Prepare to receive armored attack core." the
 communicator relayed.

 The Airbase descended closer to the ground as armored men and women
 jumped to the ground.  They formed an armored battle line.  They
brought
their weapons to bear and fired at the castle walls which exploded
outward
leaving a large  hole.

 Buffy and Xander quickly moved and entered the castle heading right for
 the throne room.  They entered to see a large horned red demon sitting
on the
 throne.

 "So, you came to see the little ones die?" said the Demon with blood
 dripping from  its mouth and eyes blazing like fire.

 "Like hell you will!" yelled Xander letting the Demon within have free
 rain.  Buffy watched as Xander changed growing bat like wings.  They
burst
from his  back.  His face became demonic, twin horns pushed their way
from his
head and his teeth became sharp fangs.  Xander leaped into the air
attacking
the red demon, only to be thrown back against a wall.  The sound of
bones breaking
moved Buffy into action.  She threw herself onto the red demon.  As she
fought
to get a grip on it,  Xander launched himself once again at the demon.
His
blood pouring from the wounds left by the creatures claws.

 The Red Demon threw both of them from his person. "Asteroth, Join me
 once again!"  said the Demon to Xander.

 "Never! I'll see you returned to hell, even if it kills me!"

 As Asteroth/Xander made to attack once again, Buffy noticed that the
 crystal arm band she wore started to pulse, giving off a bright white
light
that  exploded.  Then in a flash a majestic creature with wings like a
dove
appeared.  It was holding a blazing sword of fire in one hand and chains
of
light in the other.  The chains flew from his hands and wrapped
themselves
around the demon which screamed in rage.

 "It is the decree of He who sits on high that you be taken from this
 place, to be chained at the center of this Galaxy and surrounded by a
great
barrier.  There you will remain with your demons for eternity" Said the
Winged One.

 The Red Demon Screamed as it vanished from sight.

 Another winged Creature approached Buffy carrying her two children.

 "Come!" Said the First Creature.

 As Buffy exited the castle she saw a massive place of light descending
 from the sky. It was surrounded by thousands of the winged creatures.

 Asteroth/Xander turned to the first creature and dropped to his knees.
 "I am ready to accept my punishment, Michael."

 "Rise, Asteroth, for your time of exile is over.  By the decree of He
who
 sits on high your place in the heavenly host is returned to you." said
Michael.

 With that Xander And Asteroth split into two beings.  Everyone watched
 in amazement as a white light descended.  The white light engulfed
Asteroth
and when it  vanished he stood once again, his proud white dove-like
wings
flapping.  He soared into  the sky; forgiven.

 "There is one more thing Buffy." said Michael moving over to her.
"This
 world has overcome the evil that was here and no longer needs a
Slayer.  Go
live, love, and be happy."

 Michael's wings begin to flap.  He returned to the sky and the place of
 light begins to ascend.  Before it vanished from sight one last beam of
light
hit the  Earth and when it faded they look to see Oz standing alone.

 Xander ran over clasping his back.

 "OZ, you old dog!  There's someone waiting for you"

 With that out, the heroes board the Watcher Carrier.  They left for the
 hospital to bring a very special get well gift to Willow.

 It the place of light a small black and white cat hops up into the lap
 of an old man  "Fizzgig last of the mages your place has been
prepeared."
Then in as  flash of light they come all the guardion Mages that had
even been.  And for the first  time Fizzgigg  knew that he was home, and
that the battle was over.


 Never The End

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