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buffyfic-digest        Monday, October 12 1998        Volume 02 : Number 350



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (24/25)
       BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (25/25)
       BUFFYFIC: POEM: Endure by Dreamscape205
       BUFFYFIC: I'll Wait (1/1)
       BUFFYFIC: Capeside: the Hellmouth (15/?)

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Date: Sun, 11 Oct 1998 16:29:46 EDT
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (24/25)

Title: Love's Revival (24/25)
Author: AnGeL X ([e-mail])
Distrbution: Just Ask & Keep my name attached!
Spoilers: Takes place after Becoming
Rating: PG-13 Violence & Gore. Come on, it's a fight!
Description: Buffy/Angel Love Story.
Disclaimer: Plot Mine. Characters all but Savarah aren't mine!
I own nothing that's really Buffy, never will, don't sue.
Feedback: I live for it. I also refuse to write without it!

      Without bothering with a thought, Angel lunged at her,
hoping that by some small chance, he could catch her off guard.
Just as he was about to make contact, Savarah side-stepped him,
forcing him to land face first on the cold muddy ground.
      "You know this really isn't a great place for me to work.
How about right over there." With the movement of her hand Savarah
lifted Angel off the ground and sent him flying into the cemetery.  A
headstone broke his fall as he landed painfully.
      Buffy winced as he hit, but kept her emotions from getting
the best of her. She had to keep Savarah busy long enough for
Angel to kill her. That was their only chance of survival.
      "Shall we join him?" Before Buffy had the chance to protest
or even offer the concept of walking, they were both flying towards
Angel at a speed to fast for the human eye to notice. As Buffy
reached down to check on Angel, Savarah pushed her away with her
boot.  "Don't think so sweetie. This is between you and me."
      "Fine with me if you want to play with even odds." Buffy
took the first shot, hitting Savarah solidly on the jaw.  It felt
like punching a steel wall but she didn't let that show.  Savarah
returned it with a swift backhand that knocked Buffy off balance.
The two went at it, throwing punches left and right, trying to see
who would wear down first. Buffy knew she couldn't keep this up
forever, and Savarah could.
      Hoping that Angel would get up and offer some assistance
soon, Buffy kept at the game. A few kicks to her stomach, followed
by a direct hit to Savarah's kneecap was the closest she could come
to offering this creature any pain.
      Finally, Angel rose from the ground and kicked Savarah in
in the face.  His hit actually had an effect on the unkillable
demon.  She fell back and landed on her back.
      "Sorry Angel, you don't get to play!" With a quick movement
with her hands, a stake flew out and hit Angel in the chest. He
flew straight back, crashing into the wall of a mausoleum and
falling unconscious to the ground.
      Horror struck Buffy as she realized, Savarah might have
just killed him.  But she was actually relieved to see that the
stake only punctured his left lung.  Buffy rushed to his side,
screaming his name. She watched him just lie there motionlessly
and decided she had to remove the stake. Gripping it with her hands
she prepared to rip it out while he was already unconscious.
      "I don't think so, sweetheart." Savarah kicked Buffy in the
face, sending her flying backwards. Away from Angel.  "You can tend
to your poor lover when were done. Assuming you somehow survive it."
Savarah stepped over Angel's body, and walked over to Buffy. She was
just getting to her feet when Savarah approached and sent her soaring
through the air yet again.
      This time, she crashed against the tree upside-down. The trunk
successfully knocked her upon the head and sent her tumbling
to the ground. Her face plastered into the cold marshy ground, Buffy
just wished the blow would send her into unconsciousness.
      No such luck.  She was alive, awake, and very much aware of
the pain.
      "Don't even think of blacking out on me." Savarah grabbed
Buffy's hair and peeled her body off the ground. Buffy's body went
limp as she rose into the air. Savarah waited, almost patiently for
Buffy to do something.
      Nothing.
      "Wake up! You're little game of opossum won't work with me."
 Buffy's foot struck backwards landing heavily in Savarah's
stomach.   Her body fell to the ground as Savarah reeled from the
blow.
      "Good! You're getting smarter."
      "I learn from my enemies." Buffy sent a roundhouse kick at
Savarah with every bit of strength she had left in her. She wasn't
going to quit. Not yet.
      She dove over a grave stone and crashed head first into
Savarah. The two tumbled to the ground, finally stopping when they
hit a tree.  Buffy winced and stood up quickly. Already, she had
several broken ribs which would heal. The problem was, they might
not heal soon enough.
      Savarah climbed to her feet, her eyes now a pitch black.  Standing
rigidly, Savarah stretched out her arms, hands spread.  Her fingers
reaching as if for the ground that they would never touch.  Buffy felt
something grab her and lift her up into the air.  She hung there by
nothing, pinned against the tree, several feet from the ground.
      "Let's face it. The world's not meant for the both of us. You
are causing me too many problems."
      "What? Big, bad devil girl can't take a little competition."
      "What can I say? I don't work well with competition." Savarah
took a few steps towards Buffy.  Her voice lowered to a near whisper.
      "But, this time, you don't have your precious lover to protect you.
He's gone.  And even if he does survive. He'll never be able to save
you."
      Buffy felt her stomach twist.  Who was going to save her this
time?  This wasn't good. She kept getting herself into situations where
only others could save her.  If she survived this, she really needed
to work on the caution thing. She closed her eyes, hoping it would help
everything go faster.
      Savarah's fingers slowly started to curl, forming a fist in
slow motion.  The invisible thing holding Buffy hostage tightened its
grip around her like a vice. She struggled to move, to breathe. Both
were getting harder to do every second.
      As the hands possessed by the devil finally closed up tightly,
Buffy could feel her bones breaking under the pressure. Her already
broken ribs were making it almost impossible to breath.
      "Sorry Slayer. This fight had to end sooner or later. And
I'm a fan of sooner."
      Buffy's eyes shut. Her mind raced with thoughts, anything
to focus on besides the pain.  Buffy couldn't believe this was
happening. Again. After all she'd been through to save her own life as
well as Angel's, this was how she was repaid.  Forced to live a life
she would give anything not to do, risking her life every day so the
world could go on living.  And now she was in the grips of the devil, so
to speak, the life being crushed out of her while Savarah looked on
laughing. This wasn't good.
      Buffy made a last attempt to struggle against the demon. She
failed, horribly. No longer did she have control over her body or
mind. Everything was slowing slipping away to the point of her ended
existence.
      Everything suddenly went black as Buffy's body crashed to
ground. The sickening sound of broken bones as they hit was the last
thing she heard before blacking out completely.  Everything ended.

* * * *
      Everything was gone. Her mind no longer filled with thoughts,
her body no longer filled with pain. Just numb. Everything was numb.

     Buffy groaned as she took in a painful breath.  Her eyes slowly
opened to pure black.  There was nothing to be seen. As she focused
more, the star filled midnight black sky and glowing full moon towered
above her.  She sat up, and looked around. Trees, grass, gravestones.
She was in a cemetery. Whether it was the ever-so-popular Sunnydale
Graveyard, she couldn't tell.  She didn't want to.  < Am I dead? Is
this Heaven? Or Hell? >  Recognizing the scenery as the same
cemetery, Buffy looked over to the spot where Savarah stood. Only now,
she was gone and someone else occupied the small patch of grass.
      Her eyes traced the body from feet to head until she recognized
the figure standing there before her.
      "One down, two to go!" The creature hissed.

* * * * * *
Who could it be? Hmm, I wonder...

The end coming next....

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

Date: Sun, 11 Oct 1998 20:13:09 EDT
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (25/25)

Title: Love's Revival (25/25)
Author: AnGeL X ([e-mail])
Distrbution: Just Ask & Keep my name attached!
Spoilers: Takes place after Becoming
Rating: PG-13.
Description: Buffy/Angel Love Story.
Disclaimer: Plot Mine. Characters all but Savarah aren't mine! The
poetry exercpt is mine. I wrote that poem a long while ago, but the
words fit with the scene, so I used them.  I own nothing that's really
Buffy, never will, don't sue.
Feedback: I live for it. I'd love to hear what everyone thinks about how
I ended things. I agonized over what to do with this for a long while!

Thanks so much to my editors rihanon, BMTHESPIAN, and
[e-mail] for their help with this story.

* * * * *

      "Spike," Buffy said, her voice barely an audible whisper.
      He didn't say anything; he only stared at her.

      * * * * * * * * *

      Crystal blue stared at you.
      The pain of eternity engraved.

      A heart broken a million times over
      A soul beyond repair

      * * * * * * * * *

      She looked at the demon, and for the first time, she felt
sorry for him.  Silently cursing herself for having any such pity
for a demon--other than Angel--Buffy held back the feeling burning
in her gut.  She began to regain her senses and emotions came first.
Rushing at her from all directions, with every intention of
destroying her.
      "Am I dead?" Buffy held a hand to her head to steady the
spinning area.  Although most of the deadly damage caused by
Savarah was healed, she still had her share of battle wounds which
caused significant pain whenever she was required to move, or think
      "Not yet."
      "Savarah?" Buffy gasped.
      "I killed her. That bitch had been mucking things up for
far too long."
      "But..." Buffy was confused and disoriented. Dying takes
a lot out of a person.  Buffy steadied herself with the help of
the tree and slowly lifted herself to her feet.
      Spike didn't let her finish. He simply charged until
she was back on the ground and he was on top of her. Buffy was
nearly defenseless against him and the continual punches he threw
at her.
      The beating she had taken from Savarah was still fresh and
Spike was only reawakening the wounds.  Finally, when she knew she
couldn't take much more, she brought up her left knee and knocked
him off of her.
      Buffy's body just lay there, defenseless to the world.
Her eyes squinted as she tried to find Spike in the blackness.

* * * * *

      As Buffy awaited her death brought on by one of her greatest
enemies, Angel was slowly regaining consciousness.  The first sight
that caught his eyes was Spike straddling Buffy's lifeless body.
She wasn't moving and Spike was still throwing punches.
      Instinctively, Angel tried to roll over and get to his feet but
immediately found the stake protruding from his chest was too much
of an obstacle.  Rolling over onto his back, Angel gripped the stake
with both hands and ripped it from his lung.  He cried out as the wood
separated from his flesh and Spike was distracted for a brief second
from Buffy.
      "Stay down, Angel. I'll get to you soon enough," Spike yelled
over his shoulder before hitting Buffy with another punch.
      Angel, now free of the stake, rolled to his side, wincing at
the pain but fighting against anything more. He had to save Buffy or
else Spike would take her life, for sure.  He crawled to his knees
and then lifted himself to his feet.  Angel stumbled until he was a
few feet away from Spike.
     Spike was too preoccupied with Buffy and killing her painfully--
so she would remember in her last moment what she did to his
Drusilla--that he didn't even notice that Angel had made it to his feet.

      After a few seconds of pulling together all the strength that
he had left, Angel tackled Spike, knocking him off of Buffy.  The two
tumbled down a hill until they both collided with the wall of the
cemetery.
      Buffy gasped as Spike's weight was lifted from her chest. Her
face was a bruised and bloody mess which would take some time to heal,
even for the Slayer.
      Spike was the first to get up and took full advantage. Grabbing
Angel's shoulders, he slammed his head up against the brick wall lining
the cemetery.
      "Damn you!" Angel hissed.  Angel glared at Spike with hatred in his
eyes which he narrowed to tiny slits.  The feeling was mutual.
      "It's a little too late for that, don't you think?" Taking
a handful of Angel's hair, Spike slammed his head against the wall
again, hoping eventually it would knock him out.
      Grabbing Spike by his shoulders, Angel lashed out with a foot
and sent Spike flying backwards.  "Spike, I killed you once, and I'll
gladly do it again!"
      "You're welcome to try!" Spike flipped up to his feet and
stood hands on hips waiting for Angel to get up. "I've got no problem
killing you before that bitch of yours."
      Reaching for his head with one hand and the wall with the
other, Angel stood up to meet his challenger.
      Spinning, Spike hit Angel across the face with one hand and
then the other. Before stopping he also hit him with a spinning kick
that sent his brunette sire back to the ground.
      Two gentle fingers tapped on Spike's shoulder as he waited
for Angel to get up. "Spike."
      He spun around to meet the eyes of the Slayer. She was out
cold a few minutes ago.
      "I'm all better now," she said cockily.  "You want to fight?
Why don't you try someone who can take you on, fairly."
      "Oh, but beating the bloody hell out of Angel is much more
fun. You should try it sometime."
      "Already have. I'd much rather beat the hell out you." With
a right uppercut, Buffy broke Spike's nose on contact.  < That's it.
She dies, now! > Spike responded with a kick
to her stomach that sent her reeling. "You bitch. You think you can
just kill Drusilla and get away with it?"
      "Spike, it was a long time coming."
      Narrowing his brow, Spike lunged at her but she side stepped
him and he hit a tree instead. When he got up, Buffy was nowhere to
be seen.  But he smelled her. Following his nose, Spike was lead up
to the top of a hill. There she was, just on the other side digging
frantically into her slayer bag for something to kill him with.
      "Here I come, ready or not," Spike said under his breath as
he slid down the hill towards her.
      She looked up at him, unarmed and almost frightened. All her
stakes were gone and she was stuck fighting him the hard way.
      "Hello," he said, standing with his arms crossing his chest.
"Lose something?"
      "Uh, well, uh..." Buffy didn't need to finish because Spike
had just fallen into her trap.
      Recognizing a tiny grin on her face, Spike turned around, but
it was too late. Angel had already taken a stake a plunged it into his
back.  Exploding into dust, Spike shattered, ashes drifting to the
ground.
      "Nope. Didn't loose a thing," Buffy said getting to her feet
and rushing into Angel's arms.
      Wincing, Angel pushed Buffy gently away from his wounded chest
and looked her straight in the eye. "I love you."
      "I love you." Buffy wrapped her arms around his waste again
and Angel let her, ignoring any pain. "Angel, let's go home."
      "Never have those words sounded so sweet."
      Buffy smiled and guided Angel out of the cemetery. They were
finally free of three of the deadliest demons in the world.
      "Giles will be so proud. All in one night, too. That has to be
a record."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The End

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

Date: Mon, 12 Oct 1998 02:01:00 -0400
From: dreamscape <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: POEM: Endure by Dreamscape205

Title: Endure
Author: Dreamscape205
Email:  [e-mail]
Spoiler:  Anne
Distribution:  Please ask first.  You can find this and all my
work at my site
Feedback:  you betcha
Disclaimer:  Everything BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon, The WB, Fox
etc
Author's Note:  I realize Anne aired two weeks ago, but with my
work schedule, I just watched it and the 2nd episode tonight.  I
also realized with this poem it's been since May that I last
wrote anything.  Anyway, thanks for reading...

******************
ENDURE


Lost in confusion
Alone in madness
Travelling an endless
River of despair

My subconscious attempt
To comfort my ache
Brings you forth in dreams

It's a lie to myself
I realize as I wake
While grief and loneliness
Fill me to the brink

I have no choice
I must go on
I will endure

I will endure

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

Date: Mon, 12 Oct 1998 12:15:45 EDT
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: I'll Wait (1/1)

TITLE: I'll Wait
AUTHOR: Danielle Loughlin (aka Prophecy Girl)
E-MAIL: [e-mail]
DISTRIBUTION: My site. I can't imagine anyone would want this little fic, but
if you like, take. Just tell me where it's going.
FEEDBACK: Please!
SUMMARY: Takes place during Becoming 2, the scene with Willow/Xander in the
hospital, told from Xander's POV
SPOILERS: Through B2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Xander, and Oz are all Joss Whedon's creation. I just
borrowed them to alleviate my boredom.

Just a little fic I wrote, taking a break from Losing You. I can't believe I'm
such a Willow/Xander 'shipper. I love Willow/Oz together. Huh. Oh well, enjoy.

I'll Wait

Note: words in <<>> denote thoughts.

Xander Harris reached across the pale peach hospital blanket and took Willow
Rosenberg's hand in his own. It was so unnerving. His cheerful, vibrant
Willow, reduced to a still, pale form in a hospital bed. Her hand didn't even
respond to his, it just hung limply. Xander held it tightly, trying to will
life into it.

"Look, Will," he started. "You don't have a choice here. You gotta wake up."
He looked down at her as he talked, desperately searching for some sign she
was hearing him, and despairing when there was none. "I mean, who's going to
help me pass math? And who am I going to call every night . .and talk about
what we did all day?"

"I need you, Will," Xander said. He felt like screaming. Willow was slipping
away from him and there was nothing he could do about it. He'd never felt so
helpless in his life. Or so scared. He refused to let the person he loved most
in the world slip away from him like this. He looked at Willow's pale face,
searching for the words that would magically wake her up.

"I love you," he finally said. And he did. He wasn't sure how he just knew but
he did. It just felt right. Maybe that's what would bring her back. His love.

He was so lost in his thoughts he almost didn't feel Willow's hand move in his
own. His heart jumped into his throat. <<Oh please, let her wake up>>, Xander
prayed. Suddenly there was nothing he wanted more but for her to open her eyes
and see him there. He wanted her to open her eyes and realize it was Xander
who brought her back, Xander who loved her. <<Maybe she'll even say she loves
me too>>, he thought. He realized how much he wanted to hear her say that.

Willow's head moved slightly. Her eyes didn't open, but her lips moved, trying
to form a word. "Oz?" she whispered.

Xander's heart plummeted to his shoes. She thinks it's Oz. She wants to open
her eyes and see Oz. Well, of course. Oz is who she'd expect to say loved her.
Not me. Not me.

"Oz?" Willow repeated, louder this time. She hadn't opened her eyes yet.

"Hey, baby, I'm here," a voice said. Xander turned and saw Oz enter the room,
heading straight for Willow and taking her hands in his own.

"She's just starting to wake up," Xander told Oz. He backed away, letting Oz
take his place. Willow was going to see Oz. Not Xander. "I'm going to get a
doctor," he said, making an escape.

Outside the room, Xander hit his head against the wall. He sighed. <<You blew
it, Harris. She doesn't love you anymore.>> The thought made him sad.

Something he'd said once came back to him. <<" People never want what's right
in front of them. They always want what they can't have. The more
unattainable, the more attractive.">> Funny. He'd figured he wasn't going to
fall victim to that trap. But he was just like the rest of them.

He wanted Willow, but he couldn't have her. Not while she loved Oz. He sighed
again, resigned. No, he couldn't have her now. He wasn't going to say anything
now, not going to complicate her life. He'd wait. Someday. When the time was
right. All that mattered right now was that Willow was going to be okay. And
right now, Willow needed to be with Oz. Oz was good for her. And Oz did love
her. <<And I have Cordy>>, he thought. <<And I do love her.>> No, the time's
not right. He and Willow would be together someday. But not now.

But he'd wait.


*finis*

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

Date: Mon, 19 Oct 1998 18:03:03 -0700
From: [e-mail] (C. Catherine)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Capeside: the Hellmouth (15/?)

TITLE: Capeside: the Hellmouth #15 Changes in Circumstances
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
#15 Changes in Circumstances
By: Taygeta

"Buffy," Willow rushed to her friend's side, "The Head Magistrates told
me everything.  Do you think they're okay?"

"I think Giles and Ms. Calendar can hold their own," she replied
uneasily, "So, where are these Magistrates you were talking about?"

"We, Chosen One, are here," a voice echoed in the room.

"And it is your first task to prove who you are by finding us," a
feminine voice followed with the same resonance.

Buffy and Xander glanced at each other with knowing expressions as they
recognized one of the voices to be of the former, Mr. Snyder, troll-like
principal of Sunnydale High.

The slayer sighed reluctantly, "Snyder's under the table and whoever the
other magistrate is, well, you're in the closet."

The two Magistrates came from their hiding places with shocked
expressions.  Snyder had his hand against his mouth in an agape
expression, "She really is multi-talentedàshe even knew my name."

"Are you sure you're not a witch by trade?" the female witch queried
suspiciously.

"I'm sure.  Actually, um, I saw your robes sticking out from the closet
and beneath the tableàdidn't exactly match the dΘcor," she smiled, "Also,
we knew him from beforeàwhere we came."

Snyder followed with a wide grin as he approached her and took her hands
into his, "Oh, you did?  I hope I was very kind to you, Chosen One.  I
hope that my alter ego proved to be useful to you."

She stared at him for a second and then glanced at Xander who was trying
very hard not to burst out laughing.  Keeping a sheepish smile she found
herself speechless as she looked into his eager eyes, obviously waiting
for a complimentary statement.

"Magistrate Snyder, you're alter ego's actions proved to be more than
sufficient to our àum annoy - needs," interjected Xander carefully.

The magistrate eyed him carefully, still holding onto her hands, "Who are
you?"

Buffy quickly removed her hands from Snyder's slimy grasp and stood
beside Xander, "He's my boyfriendà"

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

"Youàumàthink we should give them a little leeway so that they think we
might be giving into all of this?"  Jenny said after awhile as she and
Giles sat in the cold, clammy cell they had been thrown into after the
first interrogation process had finished.

"Might be a good idea," he nodded, "What kind of leeway are we talking
about here?"

"Something like, we have knowledge about interdimensional travel?" she
replied with a shrug.

"That sounds like enough," Giles sighed.

Silence engulfed them once again and the darkness of the room, lighted
only by a dim candle from outside, did little to help the situation.

"Jenny, I'm rather sorry about my treatment of you prior to everything,"
he said suddenly looking up at her.

She smiled, "It's all right, Rupert, I was equally horrid in my own
right, I guess I felt that my "space" was being invaded that I didn't
realize that it was the same for you.  Especially since you had been a
watcher a long time before I had even got initiated."

"Well, let's just hope that when we get out of here, we can make up for
past wrongs," he replied.  "Seeing as how we're going to be here awhile,
why not get through with that part of getting to know each other that we
skipped for fear of too much bonding?  Go ahead, ask me any question you
likeàthat isàwithin good limits."

"I've been kind of wondering about that girl of yours, y'know the one you
lost back home?" she asked, "What was she like?"

He smiled as she looked at her, "She was the most wonderful breath of
fresh air that I have ever come to knowà."

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

"Code Blue!  Code Blue!  Room 256!" the nurse's intercom blared and Dr.
Carlisle came running with a stream of doctors behind him.

"Oh dear God, that's Jen's room," Mrs. Lindley replied as she glanced at
Angel, who helped her precarious form up, "Please, Lord, don't take her
away from me now."

They both walked towards the room and saw the doctors trying to
resuscitate Jen and Angel looked at Mrs. Lindley and whispered,
"Pleaseàplease don't take her away from us now.  I never told her how
much I cared."

Despite their cries to Jen's survival, the flat-line of the heart monitor
continued it's high-pitched, heart-piercing whine.  Finally Dr. Carlisle
moved away from the bed and turned off the heart monitor.

"There's nothing more we can do, the injuries she sustained were too
great.  I call the time of death at 3:45 p.m."

"No!"  Mrs. Lindley cried, as her form fell in a crouched position by the
door, "Noà"

"Shhhà" Angel hushed softly, "It's going to be okay, Mrs. Lindley, you're
going to be all right."

The powdered hair woman glanced at him with red eyes, "How is it going to
be all right, Angel?  Tell me.  How will it be all right?  My
granddaughter is no longer with us and I accept that.  I accept that God
felt she needed to return, but now I'm all aloneàmore alone than I've
ever been before.  There's always been someone, Angel, and nowànow
there's no one."

He looked as her fiery eyes softened to a sad glaze and shook his head,
"There's still someoneàthere's still Buffy, I know she'll be there for
you and Joey and Xanderàthey might not be related to you, but they still
care about you as if they are.  A - and there's me."

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

Xander gave Buffy her a "your boyfriend" Look and she muttered under her
breath, "Just go along with it."

Snyder simpered and extended his hand, "Nice to meet youàumàerà"

"XanderàXander Harris," he replied with a deep breath wondering what in
the world was going on.

Joey and Willow stood in a corner trying not to laugh and Joey coughed
and replied, "And I'm Joey Potter."

"Quite the brigade you have, Chosen One," the other magistrate said as
she looked about the room, "I always thought your identity was a rather
closed-off subject."

"Well, I guess I'm special, then," Buffy replied, "Magistrateàuhà"

"JacobsàTamara Jacobs," she said extending a hand and then glanced at her
robe, "I suppose this bulky things do give us away constantly, Snyder."

"Well, Jacobs, much we can do about traditional robes," he said.

"Um, if you guys don't mind, shouldn't we be devising a plan to help Mr.
Giles and Ms. Calendar?"  Buffy interrupted with raised eyebrows.

Tamara said, "Of courseàof course, it's just that we've never had the
Chosen One in our presenceàit's rather awing, actually."

"If you don't mindàBuffy will do just fine," she said nodding her head.

"Oh, of courseàBuffy," Tamara said trying the name carefully and then
turned to her colleague, "Come along, Snyder, we have work to do."

"Yes, of course, if you will excuse us," he nodded and they walked out of
the room.

"Care to explain, *Chosen One*," Xander said with raised eyebrows, "about
how I suddenly came to be known as the Boyfriend?"

Willow approached, "I can explain thatàyou see, in the Witch community
it's not surprisingly to find that older witches are with younger woman.
I hate to say it, butàumàI was this close to be engaged to that."

"Ew, much?" Buffy cringed, "You didn't tell me *that*!"

"Reason why I didn't," she echoed the cringed, "Anyway, if you're not
'taken' per se, older witches tend to have the power to 'take you.'"

Xander nodded in understanding as he glanced at Buffy, "And it must be an
honor of honors to be with the Chosen One."

"Precisely," the slayer replied, "And since you were the only other guy
in the room, I wasn't left with much of an anchor choice, was I?  So, now
that we've got that explained, I'm going to go see what's up."

"Thank you," he shouted back at her when she walked out of the room,
"Figures the only time I'm actually her boyfriend is when Snyder stands
as the other choice."

Joey glanced at him with a laugh, "Oh, admit it, Xanderàyou're totally
reveling in this idea."

He smiled and did a "Fargo" imitation, "You bettcha."

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