From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic V #3 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic Friday, April 3 1998 Volume 00 : Number 003 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 3 Apr 1998 23:30:46 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (2/?) by Ingrid DISCLAIMER: The characters of Cordelia and Xander are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, and The Warner Brothers Network, and are used without permission. The author claims no rights to these characters. SUMMARY: Thanks to some PRESSURE from certain individuals who shall remain nameless, I'm sending out another part. Just so you know, you're all going to be held responsible for my MENTAL BREAKDOWN! Anyway... =) Welcome to my new story. This one might be a tad difficult to understand at first, since it takes place ten years into the future, and I’m not telling you what’s happened in advance. I’m going to reveal that as time goes on in the story. I love to get feedback, except when my mailbox explodes, which is often, but send it anyway! My address is Ingrid29@juno.com. If you don’t get this, that’s because you haven’t read the other part. If you want to get this, ask me for it! ********* "Reunion," by Ingrid Part Two: "Prophesies" ********* "Did you find it yet?" "Give me a second, Cordelia, I just got down here!" "Hurry!" "Okay, okay. What the hell?" "What’s the matter?" "Please tell me this is one of those large-type books." A tall, well-built man emerged from the basement door carrying a dusty book the size of a large anvil. His dark hair and eyes were striking; his features handsome. The dark relaxed jeans and tan button-down shirt made him almost unidentifiable to anyone who might have known him in high school. "Here. It’s really dusty." He placed the book on the table without a sound, sat on the chair next to her and put his head in his hands. "She’s still having the nightmares?" The brunette leafed through the heavy volume. "Yes. This is the third time she’s told me, but I suspect there have been other times." She landed on a page with particularly small print, and grabbed her wire framed glasses in order to pursue it further. "Damn. Latin. It’s definitely a discussion of the multiple interpretations of the prophecy, but this is going to take quite a while to translate." Xander stood up and patted her on the back. "Goodnight," he sighed, and turned to leave. He was nearing the bedroom door when she finally turned around. "Wait!" She stood up and walked over to where he stood. "I didn’t say I was going to translate it tonight, Xander." "I just thought-" "I know I’ve been working late lately. You’ve been great- so patient. Thank you." Her gentle smile faded. "You’d think after watching for this long, I’d be good at it." "Hey," he interrupted, pushing the long hair back from her face, "You are." She smiled again, and looked at him as if she was seeing him for the first time. Her eyes finally settled to rest on his. She touched her lips to his gently, and chuckled as he deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug. Suddenly serious, she ran her fingers along his jaw. "I love you." One of the few times she’d said it though they’d been married for a couple of years now. He knew it, but somehow the words touched him more than anything else. Perhaps it came from being a writer. Sweeping her up into his arms, he carried her from the room. She smiled, and rested her head on his chest. *** END, PART TWO. My story you like? (YODA-SPEAK) Write to me, peoples!!! (Ingrid29@juno.com) _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] - - ------------------------------ End of buffyfic V0 #3 ********************* -