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buffyfic-digest Wednesday, October 14 1998 Volume 02 : Number 353
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Full Disclosure (2b/3) by tj thwaites
BUFFYFIC: Full Disclosure (3a/3) by tj thwaites
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Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1998 19:02:25 -0600
From: tthwaite@banff.net (tj thwaites)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Full Disclosure (2b/3) by tj thwaites
=====
Consciousness slowly began to return to Joyce Summers. Mostly. The
parts of her mind devoted to reason and logical explanations locked
themselves behind a wall of denial, leaving the rest of her mind to process
the evening's events on its own. Her ears reported hushed voices in an
argument nearby.
"....Can't believe you let her see your game face, Angel," Buffy's
voice accused, "That was incredibly sloppy."
"Heat of the battle," Angel said, "I didn't mean to. Sorry."
"Well, that's just great," Buffy groused.
"Buffy," Willow worried, "What are we going to do now? I mean, she
*saw* you stake those vampires. And them turning to dust. What are
we.....okay, what are *you* going to tell her?"
"She staked a couple herself earlier," Angel interjected, "Outside the
Gallery. That's why I was giving her a drive home. She was too shocked to
be behind the wheel."
"What?!?" Buffy shouted, quickly lowering her voice at Willow's
shushing gesture, "What happened at the Gallery, Angel?"
Angel briefly recounted the events in the Gallery's parking lot.
"From the look on her face after," he concluded, "I though it best
that she didn't drive, so I brought her home. Those vampires would have
been bad enough without the instant replay on the lawn."
"So what do we do now?" Willow asked.
"I don't know," Buffy replied hesitantly, looking back around the edge
of the opening into the living room, "I think I might just have to tell her
everything, now. Damn! This is *so* not cool. I never wanted her
involved....."
The argument trailed off as the voices faded, moving further into the
hall. Memories surfaced in Joyce's mind. Certain baffling episodes in the
past now starting to make a weird sort of sense.
Buffy's odd behaviour that morning last spring during Cheerleader tryouts:
/// Buffy entered the kitchen wearing her cheerleader outfit, bouncing
and singing.
"Macho, macho, man! I want to be a macho man. Macho....Oh, hey,
juice!" Buffy cut her serenade off, grabbing the glass and chugging down
the juice, "Mmmm. Quality juice. Not from concentrate."
Joyce glanced up from slicing another orange.
"You're in a good mood," she remarked, placing another glass under the
juicer's spout.
"I am," Buffy replied, "I'm on the squad, which is great 'cause I feel
like cheering. And leading others to cheer. Oooo, hey, juice!"
Buffy grabbed the second glass and drank it quickly.
Joyce wondered a moment about her daughter's unusual morning cheer.
"Listen, honey, about yesterday. I really..." Joyce trailed off, not
quite sure what she wanted to say.
"Mmm! That is totally yester," Buffy quipped, "Besides, it's not like
you were wrong, y'know. I did get kicked outta school. I'm just wacky that
way!"
"Still," Joyce said, unsure if Buffy really understood, "I just want
you to know that, despite the problems you've had, I really..."
Buffy cut her off, "Mom, you just don't get it. And believe me, you
don't want it. Y'know, there are just some things about being a Vampire
Slayer that the older generation..."
"A *what*?" Joyce interrupted.
"It's a......long story," Buffy prevaricated./////
"Vampire Slayer?" Joyce's confused mind wondered briefly before
another memory surfaced.
Parent Teacher Night:
////Joyce watched as Buffy grabbed the principal as he tried to force
open a window.
"You can't go outside," Buffy insisted, "They'll kill you!"
"You don't tell me," Snyder retorted, practically snarling, "*I* tell
*you*!"
Buffy hauled Snyder down from the chair, away from the window.
"They will kill everybody in this room," she persisted, deadly
serious, "Nobody goes out, nobody comes in until *I* say so. Do you hear
me?"
"Who do you think you are?" Snyder did snarl this time. And he wasn't
the only one surprised by Buffy's forceful tone of voice.
"I'm the one that knows how to stop them," Buffy replied, not backing
down an inch.///
///Later that evening, the people gathered in the science room stood
away from the door as one of the 'gang' members tried to chop through it
with an axe. He already had a hole made in the center of the door.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash from the hallway. Joyce closed on the door
and peered through the hole.
She couldn't see much through the small opening. But she did see a
small, delicate hand raised, clutching a wooden stake. The hand plunged
downward. Then Buffy's face suddenly appeared.////
Then there was that bit at the mall last week:
///"Let me guess," Joyce said, a little annoyed with Buffy for
forgetting about the dress, "You were distracted by a boy."
"Technically," Buffy replied, fiddling with her hands and not meeting
her mother's eyes.
"A little responsibility is all I ask. Honestly, don't you think about
anything besides clothes and boys?" Joyce demanded, exasperated.
"Saving the world from vampires?" Buffy answered.///
Joyce slowly opened her eyes and sat up. Her rational mind was still
refusing to accept what the rest of it was trying to tell her. And the all
too vivid memories of tonight's experiences.
[Vampires?] she thought, [It's not possible. There can't be real
vampires, can there?]
=====
In the hall, Buffy came to a decision.
"I'm calling Giles," she told Angel and Willow, "Get him to come over
and bring that book on the Bazoar. Maybe something Watchery, too. I think
it's time my Mom found out the truth."
"The Bazoar?" Willow asked.
"Yeah," Buffy replied, "What happened tonight is probably cause enough
for nightmares, I don't want her having to deal with vague memories of the
Bazoar, too. You said you haven't had one since Xander and I explained
everything. Maybe Mom will stop having hers if we just tell her the truth
about last week."
"Are you sure about this, Buffy?" Angel asked, "Telling her the
*whole* truth."
"There is that," Buffy conceded, "I suppose we could leave out some of
our past adventures. And Robot Ted is definitely off limits, Will. Let's
just stick to the basics. It's bad enough that I'll have to tell her all
about being the Slayer, I don't know how to explain that my boyfriend is a
vampire on top of everything else. Especially since Giles will probably hit
the 'vampires-are-demons-creatures-of- pure-evil' note fairly hard."
"We could always use Cordelia's line," Willow offered.
"Hunh?" Buffy wondered.
"You remember," Willow said, "Halloween, when you told her he was one
and she didn't really believe it at first. I know she was being sarcastic
when she said it, but she was kind of right, wasn't she?"
"What are you talking about?" Angel asked.
"Oh, right, Will. I'd forgotten that," Buffy added, "The 'kind of like
a Care Bear with fangs' line."
"What?" Angel demanded, confused.
"You explain it to him, Will," Buffy instructed, "I have to call
Giles. Now"
"Well, you see...."
Buffy tuned out Willow's explanation to Angel. She picked up the phone
and dialed Giles' number, again checking on her mother around the edge of
the wall. Her eyes were still closed and she appeared to be resting
comfortably. But Buffy was worried. Well, more like totally freaked by
tonight's unwelcome complications.
[Giles is *so* not gonna like this,] Buffy thought as she waited for
him to answer.
"Hello?" Giles' voice finally came over the line.
"Giles?" Buffy began, "We have a situation. I need you to come over to
my house right now. And I need you to bring that book with the stuff on the
Bazoar. Bring something Watchery, too."
"Buffy, what's going on?" Giles wanted to know.
"It's confession time, Giles," Buffy explained, "We've had a couple of
close encounters of the undead kind. One at the Gallery and one here at my
house, on the front lawn. My Mom saw it all. And there's no way to explain
it away. I'm gonna have to come clean this time, Giles. The truth. All of
it."
"You're quite certain, Buffy?"
"Yeah, Giles. I'm certain. How soon can you get here? You're better in
the explanation department than I am."
"I'm on my way."
Buffy hung up the phone and turned back to Willow and Angel. From the
disgust and amusement warring for dominance on his face, Buffy guessed that
Willow had had to explain what a Care Bear *was*, too.
[We really have to bring Angel up to date on a few things,] Buffy
thought, hiding a smile, [Maybe I should suggest he invest in cable. Give
him something to do during the day. Or, maybe not. I don't know if I could
handle a soaps-addicted vamp boyfriend, the vamp part is tough enough as it
is.]
The weak groan from the front room announced Joyce's return to full
consciousness. Or a reasonable facsimile thereof.
"Will, call Xander," Buffy said over her shoulder as she hurried to
the living room, "I may need someone who can remember the whole story to
back me up when we tell my Mom about the Bazoar. I just hope she doesn't
totally wig."
=====
Xander's hormones were having the time of their lives. He was lying on
the couch in his living room, with a very sexy girl lying on top of him.
They were seemingly fused at the lips. And it wasn't a dream. Life was
definitely very good right this moment.
The phone rang.
Xander reluctantly removed one hand from Cordelia's hair and reached
blindly for the phone on the end table as it rang again. It took several
tries before his hand hit the receiver. He had to take a few deep breaths
before getting enough air to answer.
"Hello," Xander said, still somewhat out of breath.
"Xander?"
Xander would have jerked upright at recognizing Willow's voice if he
hadn't had Cordelia draped over his chest. He didn't get a chance to reply.
Cordelia suddenly snatched the phone from his hand.
"I'm sorry," she spoke into the receiver, "You'll have to call back
later, Xander's kinda busy right now."
Laughing, she reached out and hung up the phone.
"Next time, turn on the machine, okay?" she told Xander, "Now, where
were we?"
She leaned in to resume kissing, but Xander put his hand on her
shoulder. She was surprised by the worried expression on his face.
"Um, Cordy?" he mumbled, "I think that was Willow. On the phone."
"WHAT?!?" Cordelia practically shouted, "Why would Willow be calling you?"
"She was going to come over and help me with math after Buffy's Mom
got home, remember?" Xander said, "But that wasn't supposed to be until
after eight, at least."
Xander looked up, across the remains of the pizza and sodas lying on
the coffee table, at the TV. The snow on the screen indicated that the
movie they hadn't been watching had ended, and the clock on the VCR read
8:53.
"It's almost *nine* o'clock?" Cordelia squeaked, "I was supposed to be
home at eight. My Mom wanted to talk about something. I have to go. Now."
Cordelia jumped off Xander and headed for the door, grabbing her car
keys from the hall table. She turned briefly when she reached the front
door.
"Bye, Xander. See you tomorrow."
Then she was gone.
Xander's mind needed a few seconds to catch up. The sudden shift from
groping on the couch to solitude left him spinning. And the memory of
Willow's voice on the phone didn't help. His eyes kept returning to the
phone as he began to clean up the debris from the pizza. Whatever Willow
had wanted, she'd call back if it was important.
=====
END PART 2
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
Noel:"Disappointment doesn't kill."
Abby:"Right. Rejection kills. Disappointment only maims."
-- "The Truth About Cats and Dogs"
An optimist sees the glass half full
A pessimist sees the glass half empty
And a realist understands that soon he's going to have to wash the glass
In a world of shit you hold your nose and swim.
Don't worry about the bullet with your name on it, worry about the one
addressed "to whom it may concern".
@-}-}-- tj thwaites @-}-}--
@-}-}-- tthwaite@banff.net @-}-}--
@-}-}-- Box 2890, Banff, AB, T0L 0C0 @-}-}--
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------
Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1998 19:02:37 -0600
From: tthwaite@banff.net (tj thwaites)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Full Disclosure (3a/3) by tj thwaites
Title: Full Disclosure (3/3)
Author: tj thwaites
E-mail: tthwaite@banff.net
Archive: Anya's of course. The mailing list archives, okay. All others
please ask. I'll give you the go ahead, but I just like to know where my
stories are going.
Rating: PG-13, some violence but no worse than an episode.
Spoilers: up to Bad Eggs
Summary: In the aftermath of the incident with the Bazoar, Joyce is having
nightmares. And things are about to get worse.
Disclaimer: The characters we all know and love from BtVS belong to the
Great God Joss. I'm just playing in his back yard for a bit. Also, you'll
probably recognize the stuff from various episodes in the explanation
phase. (muchos gracias to AleXander for his wonderful work on the
Transcripts available on the Slayerfanfic Archive)
Feedback: Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated at
tthwaite@banff.net. I'll even read flames, but don't expect a reply to
combustable messages.
Now, on with the show---
Full Disclosure
by tj thwaites
(aka tj the dyslexic ferret)
=====
Buffy re-entered the living room to find her mother sitting up on the
couch. Extremely pale. Joyce hugged herself, staring down into her lap,
still trying to grapple with the possibility that vampires might actually
exist. And the more alarming revelation that Buffy (and from the looks of
things, Willow and maybe others, also) *knew* about it. And had known for
some time.
"Mom?" Buffy asked hesitantly as she stepped up to the couch.
Joyce suddenly couldn't sit still. She rose and began to pace
nervously. Trying to rub away the goosebumps on her arms, Joyce finally
noticed a fine coating of some kind of grit on her arms, blouse and skirt.
"What...?" she murmured, brushing at the grit. A small puff of dust
rose from her clothing and hung in the still air of the living room.
"Vamp dust from earlier?" Buffy asked Angel, who stood leaning against
the edge of the wall separating the hall and the living room.
"I think so," he replied.
"Vamp....dust," Joyce stammered, her voice quavering,
"From....earlier....those things....on *me*?"
Buffy stood motionless, undecided on how to proceed, as her mother
stared down at herself. Joyce's breathing speeded up. Suddenly, Joyce
bolted for the hallway.
"I have to shower," she added, rushing to the stairs.
Buffy followed her to the hallway. Angel stayed where he was, keeping
his back turned because of his suspicion of what came next. And he was
right. Joyce was barely halfway up the stairs when her blouse fell from her
shoulders, landing on the steps. She disappeared down the upstairs hallway
toward the bathroom already working on her skirt's zipper.
Buffy stood at the bottom of the stairs, her face twisted with worry.
When Angel stepped up beside her and put his arm around her shoulder, Buffy
leaned into his comforting embrace. She waited until she heard the water
come on upstairs before stepping out from Angel's arm. And noticed Willow
standing motionless by the hall table, staring at the receiver in her hand
as if it were some strange experiment gone awry.
"Will?" Buffy asked, "Did you get through to Xander? I think we're
gonna need backup testimony for some of this."
"Hunh?" Willow replied slowly, not quite in the here and now, "What?"
"Willow?" Buffy prodded, "Telephone? Xander? Did you get through?"
"Um, yeah," Willow sighed, finally hanging up the receiver.
"Well?" Buffy prompted, "Is he coming or not?"
"You know how we've been wondering why Cordelia and Xander have been
acting so weird this past month?" Willow asked.
"Yeah?" Buffy replied, confused by the non sequitur.
"I think I know what's causing it."
"What do you mean?"
"They're together."
"Will, you're not making any sense."
"Cordelia was there. *At Xander's house*!"
"What?!?" Buffy was as shocked as Willow looked, "Are you certain?"
"Yes," Willow whispered disconsolately, "When Xander answered the
phone, he was out of breath. Then there was *Cordelia's* voice saying 'call
back later, Xander's busy'. I think I interrupted them."
Buffy's mouth dropped open in shock. Xander and Cordelia? Together?
*Xander* and *Cordelia*?!? There had to be some weird Hellmouth thing
behind *that*. She walked over and picked up the phone, punching the
numbers harder than necessary.
"Hello?" Xander's voice sounded normal to Buffy's ears.
"Xander," she replied, "It's Buffy."
"Hey Buffster," Xander declared, "I was just going to call you. Is
Willow still there? She was going to come over and help with the math
tonight when you two got finished doing the girl thing."
"Sorry, Xand," Buffy answered, listening closely to see if she could
hear anything incriminating in the background, "You're on your own mathwise
tonight. Something's come up here."
"What's up, Buff?" Xander asked, "Anything I can help with?"
"Not right now," Buffy sighed. If there was something going on between
him and Cordelia, tonight was not the time for that revelation. There was
already enough on everyone's minds. She would just have to do her best
telling her mother about the Bazoar without Xander's backup testimony.
"It's just that....," she continued, pausing to take a deep breath,
"The Crime Club is about to induct a new member."
"*What*?" Xander's voice took on a slightly hysterical edge, "Buffy,
what's going on? What happened? Who is it?"
"Xander!" Buffy interrupted him before he could ask any more
questions, "My Mom found out. She was attacked by a couple of vamps outside
the Gallery. Angel rescued her. But when she got home we had a repeat
performance on the front lawn. I staked Lyle Gorch and another vamp right
in front of her. And Willow bagged the last one with my crossbow. My Mom
saw it all. Giles is on his way over right now to help me and Willow
explain things."
"You sure you don't want me to come over?" Xander asked, his voice
betraying his unease at Buffy's revelation, "I know Giles is the Answerman
and everything, but you don't need my help?"
"It's all right, Xander," Buffy insisted, "We can handle it. I'll see
you tomorrow."
"If you're sure?" Xander added.
"I'm sure, Xand. Bye."
"Bye."
Buffy hung up. She glanced up the stairs as she moved to join Willow
and Angel in the livingroom. An uneasy silence descended.
=====
After several minutes the tense quiet, broken only by the steady drone
of the shower running upstairs, began to grate on Buffy's nerves. She rose
from the couch and began to pace restlessly. Back and forth between the
foot of the stairs and the front window. Back and forth, pausing briefly at
the end of each leg to check for either the appearance of her mother or
Giles' arrival.
"I'm gonna check on my Mom," Buffy suddenly announced, starting for
the stairs, "Keep an eye out for Giles, he should be here any second."
Buffy ran up the stairs, not waiting for either Angel or Willow to
acknowledge her. She knocked, somewhat hesitantly, on the bathroom door.
"Mom?"
No answer.
"Mom?" Buffy called again, a little louder.
Still no reply.
Buffy opened the door and tentatively stuck her head into the
steam-filled room.
"Mom?" she called for the third time.
The faint sounds of sobs brought her completely into the room and up
to the tub. Pulling aside the shower curtain, Buffy's heart leapt into her
throat. Her mother sat, huddled on the bottom of the tub in a fetal
position, shivering despite the scalding water raining down on her. Her
eyes were clenched tightly shut and her shoulders shook.
Buffy reached out and turned off the water. She grabbed a towel from
the bar on the wall beside the shower and drew it around Joyce's shoulders.
Or, attempted to. Joyce flinched away from the slight contact with a
shriek.
"Mom!" Buffy cried, hopping into the tub, "Mom, it's me. You're safe."
[Whoa, deja vu,] Buffy thought as she firmly wrapped the towel around
her mother's shoulders, [Except for the wet part.]
"I've got you, Mom," she continued soothingly, "Nothing can hurt you
here. Everything will be all right."
Joyce slowly began to relax and allowed her daughter to help her from
the tub. She dried herself off, leaning heavily on Buffy's shoulder. The
shock and hysteria were starting to wear off. As she let Buffy lead her to
her room for some clothes, Joyce mustered as much calm and control as
possible to face the memories of tonight's events. She was going to want
some damned good answers from Buffy and the others about all this.
=====
Willow nearly bolted from the couch when the doorbell rang. Finally.
The silence that had permeated the house since the water upstairs was shut
off had been practically unbearable. But Angel had gone into Silent Brood
Mode in the corner and she refused to show her anxiety by babbling.
Relieved that something was happening, Willow rushed to the door and threw
it open.
"Giles!," she shouted, "What took you so long?"
"I had to stop by the library," Giles explained, "For the volume with
the information on the Bazoar. Is everyone all right? No one was harmed?"
"I think Buffy's Mom is pretty wigged," Willow told Giles as she
virtually dragged him by the sleeve into the living room, "But nobody got
hurt. This is *not* good, Giles. Mrs. Summers *saw* Buffy stake a couple of
vampires. And she saw Angel's game face."
"She also staked a pair herself," Angel added from his position in the
shadowy corner.
Giles stopped dead in his tracks. His mind had almost come to grips
with tonight's surprises on the way over, but Angel's revelation derailed
his train of thought again. He almost didn't even notice a pair of stakes
and Buffy's crossbow sitting openly on the coffee table when he sat down,
his mind still reeling with the implications of Joyce Summers discovering
her daughter's "hobby".
Giles dropped the books on the table next to the crossbow and stakes.
"Very well," he said, "I'm still a little in the dark here. Will
someone please explain what happened?"
Willow and Angel exchanged a look before she motioned for him to start.
=====
Joyce and Buffy entered the living room to find a tense silence
hanging over its occupants. Joyce was surprised by the presence of the
school's librarian, Mr. Giles. Then she remembered something from last
week, when Buffy hadn't been in the library when she'd gone to pick her up.
///Joyce glanced down at the books lying on the top of the card catalogue.
"'Bristol's Demon Index'?" Joyce asked, "'Hell's Offspring'?"
"A hobby of mine," Giles replied, picking up the books and placing
them on a shelf inside the cage, "But...uh...having nothing to do with
Buffy in any way."///
Later that night, while frantically searching for Buffy in the wake of
the gas leak, Joyce had forgotten Giles' odd comment. But now, it was
another piece to a puzzle Joyce had never even known existed. All those
times Giles had called, or come to the house, looking for Buffy because of
something going on at the library now seemed to have a sinister edge.
[He knows,] Joyce thought, [He's known all along and kept it from me!]
"You!!" Joyce snarled at Giles, advancing menacingly on the tweed clad
man, "How *DARE* you! How could get my daughter involved in this nonsense?"
Willow brought her knees up to her chest on the end of the couch. Even
though this example of parental wrath wasn't aimed in her direction, Willow
made herself as small and inconspicuous as possible. She knew she could
find herself under Mrs. Summers baleful glare at any point. And she dreaded
it, knowing that it was inevitable. Mrs. Summers would undoubtably realize
that Willow was deeply involved with Buffy's secret.
Angel stayed in his corner. He had no desire to step in. Joyce needed
to get the anger out of her system if there was any chance of getting her
to listen to the truth. Right now she seemed to be in pure overprotective
lioness mode and Giles would just have to deal with Joyce's ire. He
probably had the best shot at making her listen, anyway.
Giles pressed himself deep into the chair. Joyce's white terrycloth
robe covering her pale blue pyjamas did nothing to lessen the fire in her
eyes or the set of her jaw. He blinked, suddenly seeing Buffy as she might
look if she survives Slaying for twenty years. Giles opened his mouth to
say something, anything, which might calm the raging Valkyrie in front of
him. But Buffy got there first.
"Mom!" Buffy cried, grabbing Joyce's arm, "Giles didn't start
anything! Just let us explain!"
"Buffy. Sit. Down. And. Be. Quiet," Joyce said through clenched teeth
before rounding on Giles again, "You *bastard*! Buffy's a teenager, I
expect a certain amount of rebelliousness and evasiveness from *her*. I can
still remember what it was like to be one. But *you*, you are supposed to
be an adult. Responsible. How dare you involve my daughter in your
delusions? I want some answers and I want them *now*. Just what the Hell is
going on? And when did it start?"
"It started back in LA before I got expelled from Hemery," Buffy
stated from behind Joyce's shoulder, "And there's nothing delusional about
all this. This is the dark side of reality, Mom."
"What?" Joyce asked, whirling on her daughter in shock.
"It started back in LA," Buffy repeated, "All those fights. That 'bad
crowd' you always talk about. That was all about vampires. I had to burn
down the gym because it was full of vampires and that was the only way I
could stop them."
Joyce's eyes darted from Buffy's set face around the other occupants.
They all looked deadly serious. Joyce didn't resist when Buffy took her arm
and led her to the couch. She practically collapsed onto it, shaking her
head.
end part 3a
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
Noel:"Disappointment doesn't kill."
Abby:"Right. Rejection kills. Disappointment only maims."
-- "The Truth About Cats and Dogs"
An optimist sees the glass half full
A pessimist sees the glass half empty
And a realist understands that soon he's going to have to wash the glass
In a world of shit you hold your nose and swim.
Don't worry about the bullet with your name on it, worry about the one
addressed "to whom it may concern".
@-}-}-- tj thwaites @-}-}--
@-}-}-- tthwaite@banff.net @-}-}--
@-}-}-- Box 2890, Banff, AB, T0L 0C0 @-}-}--
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
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