From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (Buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: Buffyfic-digest V1 #82 Reply-To: buffyfic@xmission.com Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk Buffyfic-digest Friday, January 16 1998 Volume 01 : Number 082 In this issue: Re: BUFFYFIC: Out of the Shadows 0/6 Re: BUFFYFIC: Out of the Shadows 0/6 Re: BUFFYFIC: Out of the Shadows 0/6 Re: BUFFYFIC: Out of the Shadows 0/6 BUFFYFIC: Time Heals All: Part Six: Conclusion Re: BUFFYFIC: Out of the Shadows 0/6 DISCUSS: Re: BUFFYFIC: Out of the Shadows 0/6 BUFFYFIC: SORRY OT:BBEAT BUFFYFIC: Return To Normalcy (1/?) BUFFYFIC: Finals 1/? BUFFYFIC: Finals 2/? BUFFYFIC: Ill Met By Moonlight, Part 1 of 19 See the end of the digest for information on subscribing to the buffyfic or buffyfic-digest mailing lists and on how to retrieve back issues. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 14 Jan 1998 22:59:46 From: "L.D. Steele" Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Out of the Shadows 0/6 At 05:56 PM 1/14/98 -0800, you wrote: >Out of the Shadows -- Author's Notes > >Having finally decided that I'm doomed to verbosity, I'll pull all the >authorish comments out into their own part. Delete at will! > >For those of you still reading: This is the response to a challenge on the >SunS list: to write a first season episode from the point of view of a >character other than Buffy. Others that have been written >are "The Stranger," by Perri Smith ('Angel' from Willow's point of view), >"Mad Moon in Scorpio," by Christina Kamnikar ('I Robot, You Jane' from Ms. >Calendar's point of view), and "Shadow of an Apocalypse," by Christina >Kamnikar ('Prophesy Girl,' again from Ms. Calendar's POV). > >Being something of an overachiever, I did four episodes: Welcome to the >Hellmouth, The Harvest, Teacher's Pet, and Never Kill a Boy on the First >Date. And I chose the most close-mouthed character of all: Angel. >However, as I soon learned (to my chagrin), Angel is quite capable of >babbling a blue streak when he's so inclined. (You should have heard him >in my head during the Bronze scene in NKAB. ) > Lizbet! So... Can I use it for the zine? Pretty please. I actually started organizing my computer tonight and was thinking about sending another message to the list. I just didn't want to do a zine with just 3 eps, but now... you've done 4 more all by yourself. (gotta read them tomorrow -- going to bed in five minutes, my neck is killing me after about 7 hours in front of computer). Do you think anyone else will post more stories for the challenge? Should I contemplate doing one myself?? Questions. Night. Dawn L.D. Steele steele@lillonet.org "Very funny, Scotty. Now beam down my clothes." - - ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 14 Jan 1998 23:12:40 -0800 From: Elizabeth Ann Lewis Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Out of the Shadows 0/6 At 10:59 PM -0800 1/14/98, L.D. Steele wrote: >Lizbet! >So... Can I use it for the zine? Pretty please. I actually started >organizing my computer tonight and was thinking about >sending another message to the list. Ack! I meant to ask you if it was OK to post it to a list! Obviously, you're not too mad... Yes, yes, WANT it in a 'zine! Want! >I just didn't want to do a zine with just 3 eps, but now... you've >done 4 more all by yourself. I'm sick, I need help... >Do you think anyone else will post more stories for the >challenge? Should I contemplate doing one myself?? Possibly although I wouldn't count on it, and yes. High Priestess Lizbet of the Cult of Joss ~*~ lizbet@primenet.com Co-List Mummy, Sunnydale Slayers: "Spank your inner moppet." http://www.primenet.com/~lizbet/ ~~*~~ - - ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 14 Jan 1998 23:14:43 -0800 From: Elizabeth Ann Lewis Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Out of the Shadows 0/6 Thus proving that Checking-Headers-is-a-GOOD-Thing. Sorry, folks. :( High Priestess Lizbet of the Cult of Joss ~*~ lizbet@primenet.com Co-List Mummy, Sunnydale Slayers: "Spank your inner moppet." http://www.primenet.com/~lizbet/ ~~*~~ - - ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 15 Jan 1998 10:43:04 From: "L.D. Steele" Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Out of the Shadows 0/6 On Wed, 14 Jan 1998 23:14:43 -0800,lizbet@primenet.com wrote... >Thus proving that Checking-Headers-is-a-GOOD-Thing. >Sorry, folks. :( >High Priestess Lizbet of the Cult of Joss ~*~ lizbet@primenet.com My fault. :( First day on the list. Never happen again (after apology). Very sorry. I plead tiredness. (#$%@@!!!) Dawn (making this as deletable as possible) - - ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 16 Jan 1998 01:33:43 -0800 From: Angel's Lover Subject: BUFFYFIC: Time Heals All: Part Six: Conclusion The standard disclaimers apply. The characters belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy Productions, et al. I make no money off of this and no copywright infringement was intended. Please direct all comments to Lea at either lfox@continuum.org or angels_lover@hotmail.com . ______________________ Time Heals All: Part Six: Conclusion For how long he sat there Angel did not know. It was only as a low wind seemed to be gathering within the walls of the house that he raised his head. Shimmering lights filled the room as the wind picked up speed. Quickly Angel glanced down, but nothing of what had once been Buffy remained. The portal through time began to form out of the glimmering lights and suddenly Angel began to wonder what exactly he would tell Willow, Xander, Giles, and oh, God... her mom. How could he explain to Joyce Summers about Buffy's death? He loved her, yet he killed her to save her would not go over well with Joyce. How could he explain vampires, and time travel when she has remained blissfully ignorant of her daughter's secret life for so long? The portal was at last fully open, yet still Angel hesitated before stepping through. An idea began to form in his mind, and suddenly Angel stood. "Grosaahk!" he called, loudly. "Grosaahk!!! I need your help!" The demon's face appeared in the center of the portal. "Why have you summoned me?" "I need to change the destination of this portal. I need to go back in time not forward." "What is your purpose in this time?" Angel frowned, "We accidentally changed time.. I have to change it back to what it should be." The demon nodded, "I know of the change... I felt it happen." "Will you help me?" "On one condition." "Which is?" "Once you change time, you can no longer exist. You will have no place in any period of time. This I cannot allow." "Then I offer you my life." Angel spoke without hesitation. He would willingly die to save Buffy. Grosaahk nodded. "Then it is done. Pass through the portal." Angel mentioned no thanks, he said not another word as he stepped into the shimmering lights of the passage through time. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he reopened them he was still in the parlor of his house, but so were Buffy and his other self. Angel smiled grimly as Angelus turned to face him. Buffy fell to the floor as the vampire released her from his hold. "Excuse me, but you've interupted my meal." Angelus scowled. Angel shifted into his vampirical form and moved forward. "Don't you just hate uninvited dinner guests?" The vampires lept at each other, teeth bared and as Buffy worked frantically against her bonds she watched in wonder. She inched her way towards the table, upon which sat a glass case. She kicked out at the table and was rewarded with the glass shattering upon the floor. With a small grunt of triumph she began working her bonds over a sharp piece of glass. Her eyes flicked back to the battle of Angels before her. Angelus struck out at Angel, catching him across the face, sending him hurtling backwards. Angel smiled as he climbed to his feet. "Is that the best you can do? And I thought I was better than that." he leaped forward, kicking Angelus across the jaw, picking him up and pounding his fists into the other's stomach. Buffy raised her eyebrows in mild surprise over Angel's anger with himself. Her wrists finally came free, and she moved to work on her ankle bonds. Angelus landed a solid blow against Angel's chest, and he landed next to Buffy. "You all right?" he gasped, climbing back to his feet. "I'm okay. Another minute though and I may as well have been a little baggy in your fridge." He growled, "I know!" and threw himself back into the battle. The fight was over before Buffy could join in. Angel pinned Angelus to the floor, a broken table leg raised over his chest. "Angel!" Buffy gasped in horror. Angelus smiled, "You wouldn't kill me. You couldn't." Angel scowled down into Angelus's eyes. "Try me." Shoving his knees up, Angelus knocked Angel to the floor, and leapt out the window. He took off at a dead run for the woods. As they watched him run, Buffy suddenly giggled. Angel looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. "What?" She giggled again, "I never knew you were such a scaredy cat!" Angel looked Buffy up and down, taking in her tattered clothing, lack of make up, dirt caked skin, and massively disheveled hair. He smiled, "He must have caught a look at you like that. Hell... even I'm terrified." Buffy's jaw dropped in shock and as Angel laughed she struck his arm. "Jerk." Angel sobered. "Buff.. I have to tell you something." She frowned, "What?" "I'm not your Angel." Buffy glanced at the broken window and back to Angel. "What?!" Angel shook his head. "No.. no.. I'm.. well.. I guess I'm from the future." "I'm confused." He sighed, "Tell me about it. That Angel killed you... I came back to save you.. Your Angel will be here in a few minutes." She blinked. "Whoa." He nodded, "Pretty overwhelming." She nodded, "Yeah. Who'd have ever thought I'd have THREE of you fighting for me?!" Angel rolled his eyes, and they laughed together. He sighed. "I should go." "Where? It's almost sunrise." "I know. Don't worry." He pulled her into his embrace. "I love you, Buffy." He slowly lowered his lips to hers, drinking in one last taste of her before turning to the door. "He's coming now. I'll watch you leave when the portal comes." Before she could speak he slipped out of the door and into the shadows of the night. "Good bye," she whispered softly, and sat down to wait for her Angel. **************** He sat upon the hill for long minutes, watching as Angel rushed into the house followed closely by William. Through the window he say Angel pull Buffy fiercely into his arms, rejoicing in her safety. He sighed. Not long after the portal opened and Buffy and Angel slipped through, leaving William to walk back to the library once the shimmering lights disappeared once and for all. Angel was left to hold up his end of the deal he had made with Grosaahk. The sky grew pale as the morning sun began to rise, yet still he sat, making no move to gain cover. The first rays of light began to deshadow the earth, and Angel smiled. He felt no fear as he sat watching the birth of a new day. The sun, the green trees, multicolored flowers, and the sights of a bright world took his breath away. He had long ago forgotten such wonders of every day life, but they were only the second most beautiful things in the world to him. Buffy's radiant smile filled his mind, and peace filled his heart. It was her beauty that comforted him in the moment the sun came to full brilliance. In the end he felt no pain. ************** They arrived back in their time just outside of the Bronze. Grosaahk had miscalculated; it was closer to midnight rather than ten, and Willow and Xander had long since returned home. Angel turned to walk Buffy back to her house. Together they sneaked through the window of her bedroom, yet not a word had passed between them since their return. Buffy slipped into nightclothes while she was in the bathroom washing the dirt and grime off of her skin and out of her hair in a hot shower. Hair still damp she returned to find Angel laying on her bed, his eyes closed. "We should call Giles." she said quietly. Angel smiled, "We should." Buffy laid down next to him. "We should tell him what happened." He wrapped his arms around her, "You're right. We should." Buffy smiled as he kissed her softly, sighing in resignation. "Or we could wait for morning." "Mmhmm," he murmered. "A few more hours won't matter." "Nope." They both smiled as she snuggled into the warmth of his body. She closed her eyes slowly as she listened to the strength of his heart beat. Angel pulled the warm blankets over them, and held her lovingly as at last she slept in peace. ************** THE END! - - ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 16 Jan 1998 08:49:19 -0500 From: sah Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Out of the Shadows 0/6 At 10:43 AM 1/15/98, L. D. Steele wrote: >My fault. :( First day on the list. Never happen again (after apology). >Very sorry. I plead tiredness. (#$%@@!!!) >Dawn (making this as deletable as possible) Actually, discussion on this list is fine, even this sort of thing. If you want to comment on someone's story, feel free to do so. Put DISCUSS: in the subject line, that's all. :-) - ---sah sah * romana@mindspring.com * romana@aol.com NatPack * Jungle Patrol * Bishop * Bossy the Lost Dwarf * BTVS Listowner Nat's B&B (moving shortly): http://members.aol.com/romana/natpage_stuff/ "There are billion-dollar fashion and diet and physical-fitness industries out there. They have a huge investment in making sure women hate their bodies." --Camryn Manheim - - ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 16 Jan 1998 10:41:48 From: "L.D. Steele" Subject: DISCUSS: Re: BUFFYFIC: Out of the Shadows 0/6 On Fri, 16 Jan 1998 08:49:19 -0500,romana@mindspring.com wrote... >At 10:43 AM 1/15/98, L. D. Steele wrote: >>My fault. :( First day on the list. Never happen again (after apology). >>Very sorry. I plead tiredness. (#$%@@!!!) >>Dawn (making this as deletable as possible) > >Actually, discussion on this list is fine, even this sort of thing. If you>want to comment on someone's story, feel free to do so. Put DISCUSS: in>the subject line, that's all. :-) >---sah Yeah. Joined the list the day this story came out. Read the rules the day I made my apology post. Enjoyed Lizbet's mini-stories very much. :) Angel is very much a closed-mouth character, and a appreciated her thwacking him enough so he'd tell the stories from his viewpoint. Of course any 2nd season story written from his viewpoint would have a more scenes! Don't you love contract characters? As you can probably tell, I'm pulling together a small zine with stories that fall into the Chaos' challenge of an Alternate viewpoint. This isn't an add or anything just an explanation. I'm mostly doing it as a "thank you" present to the authors so they can see their works in print and make up a extras for whoever wants them (SunS group?). They (and I) will be at MediaWest (YES! Just got confirmation from my boss that we could probably work out my taking off a few days around then...). Dawn steele@lillonet.org - - ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 16 Jan 1998 19:25:39 -0600 From: Guttilla Subject: BUFFYFIC: SORRY OT:BBEAT Hi I'm sorry for the off topic but this is the only place I can ask. Does anyone know how to subscribe to the BBeta list. I luv fan fiction and I heard about this during a chat. - - ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 16 Jan 1998 21:59:46 EST From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: Return To Normalcy (1/?) **** Hello Everyone. Let me know if I'm the only one, but that kiss at the end of "Ted" between Ms. Calendar and our pal Giles had me wondering...Are they back on track? This takes place just before Buffy almost walks in on their kiss and then follows from there. This is either part one of two, or of three. I haven't yet decided. The standard disclaimers apply: The characters of Buffy Sommers, Rupert Giles, Ms. Calendar & company 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. This is my first fanfic, guys, so be gentle. **** "Return to Normalcy," Part One **** "I’m so sorry, Rupert." "It’s quite all right, Jenny. I’ll be fine." Rupert Giles crossed the room to lean on the library counter for support. His side ached a little, but like he told Miss. Calendar, It would be fine. He smiled as a thought popped into his head. Jenny’s questioning look from across the room told him she had seen it. "I guess this makes us even," he voiced the thought aloud. He felt Miss Calendar approaching. She was slow to answer, but smiled as she did. "No," she answered slyly, standing directly in front of him, "but this does." She rose up to meet his mouth. Their first kiss… sort of. They’d kissed before, for a brief moment before the bell rang and several hundred students had come pouring in to the halls, an unwelcome audience. They’d never touched since then. Now she was gently parting his lips with her own. He held her face, not really trusting his own senses. He’d thought it was over. He felt her hands settle on his back. It surprised him now how much he’s missed her! She was…lovely. Her lips were warm and soft, and her silk skin felt marvelous to touch. Never in all the years he’d resigned himself to be simply the watcher, and nothing else, did he ever imagine that life could be so good, so- normal. Jenny Calendar slid her hands up his back, resting them there and continuing their kiss. Finally. She couldn’t question it, hide it or deny it any longer. It didn’t matter that he was the watcher, or that their lives were constantly in danger- She loved him. Loved his stuffy English mannerisms, his sweet and charming personality, but above all, his strength and dedication. All that responsibility on one person- alone. With no one to share it with. Until now. He must have been so lonely… They gently broke from their kiss. She liked to watch the delighted surprise in his eyes as soon as he opened them and looked back at her. Such honesty and loyalty all at once could she see in the crystal blue. He reminded her of Buffy that way. They both had it. There was a remarkable genuineness about them- they pretended nothing. At last she spoke, unable to wipe the smile from her face. "Rupert, I know it never worked out on Saturday, but…" Her eyes shone. Of course. Here came the objection. Rupert smiled shyly, "but Jenny, I’m not sure that it’s such a good idea so soon after- I mean aren’t you- What I mean is…" He sheepishly smiled and put his glasses back on. "Trust me, Rupert. I want this." She kissed him again gently, proving her point, at the same time making it harder to resist. "What are you doing tonight?" "Well, I told Buffy she could have the night off, but…" "Perfect," Jenny said quickly, "I’ll be there at eight-thirty." Before Rupert could interject, she kissed him fully on the lips. Her kiss drove all extraneous thought from Giles’ mind. Finally, at some point, (Giles had no idea when,) she pulled away. "I’ve got a class," she apologized, touching his face. Her touch was electric. It mesmerized him, sending little shivers all along his spine. She gave him a sweet smile. Then one last kiss, and she was gone. He was dumbfounded, still holding his cheek where she had touched him. Was everything about her truly as perfect as he saw her? Surely she must be perfect. He loved her, he thought, in a moment of realization. He’d hurt her, and she’d forgiven him. And he would spend as long as it took to make it up to her. He suddenly wished it were nighttime already. ******************************************************************* - - ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 17 Jan 1998 00:08:38 EST From: LnCAGCRulz Subject: BUFFYFIC: Finals 1/? I’m *always* just going to write something short. It’s just a little idea, I tell myself. There isn’t much to talk about. Yeah, I’m *always* going to write something short, and it *never* ends up short. Fear not, this isn’t going to be another War And Peace fic, it’s just not going to be the exceptionally short piece I was originally hoping for. You guys will cope, right? : ) For those of you who are looking for a sumary of what to expect at a glance, you aren’t alone. Here ya’ go. TITLE: Finals AUTHOR: Jo DATE: 1/16/97 PLACEMENT: I guess you could say there isn’t one… I assume everything we’ve seen has happened and everything we haven’t… hasn’t. SPOILERS: Non existant. Generally speaking, all you need to know is the basic Buffy idea to get this one. RAITING: Good ole PG. : ) SUMMARY: Finals week at school. Basically a little story. Not complicated, not deap, not very much of anything except a way to wind down for me. FEEDBACK: Greatly appreciated – this is my first Buffy fic. Also, keep in mind that you’re dealing with someone who is not ‘all that old.’ I don’t have the BEST vocab. Let it go. : ) CONTACT: If you would like to include this fic in any anything, that’s great and very much appreciated. All I ask is that you contact me (lncagcrulz@aol.com) before doing so. NOTES: I don’t own the characters, their past, their location, their… anything. All I take credit for are the words used and the story expressed. Everything else goes to higher powers than me… a lot of rich guys who I’m not going to mess with. : ) No coppyright infringment is intended. NO ONE will make money off of this – not me or anyone else. Anyone who gets the idea, I suggest you get rid of your idea. SLIGHT EXPLINATION: Many of the basic facts used surounding the finals week come from my school. Small homework asignments, notes, handouts, etc. may be used. I may even decide to add in a little scene that took place here. Also, there are some people who end up in Buffy’s situation. Believe me. I know. ; ) Before we go on, remember that if you have any comments for me alone please be sure to e-mail them to me at lncagcrulz@aol.com Now, without futher adu… FINALS By Jo "Okay, class…" Everyone mumbled… the teacher had talked. During social hour, even. The very last few minutes before a weekend. NO ONE cared to hear what a teacher had to say at this time on Friday. "Yes, you have to take one." A few more grumbles. Some stupid assignment that no one would do, most concluded. "The schedule for next week – finals week." And with that the class erupted in boos and hisses. "Ehhhhhh….." Xander shuddered, "Finals week. If that isn’t the scariest time of year then my name isn’t Alexander Bob Hope Harris." "Oh, like it matters to you. You could study all you have from these classes and STILL not have a clue what was going on. Wait… you’re name isn’t Alexander Bob Hope Harris!" The last words came with a hint of sincerity… it wasn’t! They both knew that his middle name was… "It was a joke, Will. I mean, we know my middle name is…" "Sal….." both teenagers began. BRRRING!!!!!!!!!!! Buffy was gone with the ring of the bell, missing Xander’s middle name. She didn’t care. Finals. Her last chance. `Buffy, if you do well on these finals you can leave your room again… I expect you to do well on these finals, Buffy… You have to go good… All classes must be passed… Everything… Or else no Bronze…’ Her own thoughts mingled with Buffy’s mother’s words. Suddenly she had arrived in the library – some sick habit, she decided. But maybe it wasn’t that bad of a place for what she needed. Na’, she could definitely do better at home. Right behind Buffy were Willow and Xander, not trying to hard to catch up. "Buff, are you okay? You kinda’…" Xander began. "…Left. Yeah, fine. I just have to go home. But first my locker. Get my books. Right. I hope they’re still in there. If they aren’t I’ll…" And she was gone again, mumbling to herself all the way. Just as the door was closing behind the girl, Giles stepped out from behind shelves of books. "Ah, done… Why can’t they just book the books back?! Ignorant…" The librarian’s mumbles stopped when he noticed the two remaining students in his library. "Not you, of course… I mean… Where’s Buffy?" "I’m pretty sure you weren’t saying anything about Buffy’s location…." Willow gave Giles a curious look. All she received was a quiet glare. Resisting the urge to glare at them both just because, he decided to attempt to be slightly helpful. "Oh, she was just here. Gone now, though." "So I see." Giles was still glaring, this time at both of them. "Yeah. Well, she was mumbling something about…. Books. I don’t know why." Xander just remembered hearing the word and giving up on her completely. "Doesn’t she know the grave danger she’s in at this very moment?!?" The Watcher knew that that always got their attention. Both Xander and Willow sighed at the same time, much to the surprise of Giles. They looked at each other, deciding which should speak first, when Willow spoke up, afraid to miss her chance. "If we were to ask you she’s *always* in grave danger!! What is it now?" Xander couldn’t fight the urge. Already several lines had passed without a hint of sarcasm. "Lemme guess! Huge flying tomatoes headed toward the earth! The Australians have gone horribly bad, out to do away with all who are planing on eating any sugar-rich foods in the next month!! Huge wallabies hoping to conquer the world as we know it by forcing us all to drink caffeine-rich drinks until we go insane!! The people at the lava lamp factories who…" Glares all around. "I was thinking that it may just be…" Willow couldn’t help but to add a dramatic pause. "…finals," she ended with an ominous tone. "Ha! Like Buffy has to worry about finals! She goes to class sometimes… most of the time even! She’ll easily come out of all of ‘em with a D!!" More glares towards Xander. He was quickly getting sick of their little staring game. Willow suddenly became thoughtful. She seemed to do that a lot. "I think her mom said something about brining up her grades. She’ll finally be allowed to leave her room. Poor Buffy. She has to slay, she’s grounded… and now she has finals to study for. She can forget about a personal life. That’s just too much for one person to handle." "It’s her calling! This is what she was born to do!! It doesn’t matter if she’s busy! This is what she has to do!! A personal life isn’t that important when the world is at risk!" For whatever reason, Giles felt that Willow’s little speech was directed toward him. He felt as though it was his fault that she was forced to work so hard. "It’s not your fault… and it is her calling… it’s just…. Don’t you EVER feel sorry for her?" It was Giles turn to become thoughtful. He did, but he’d never admit it. That my ruin her. She had to learn that slaying was something she had to do, not something that she would do if she had time. Maybe he was a little too harsh at times, but it was good for her. Xander, also thinking about Buffy (although in a slightly different way), decided to help out a little. "Well, Buffy can’t really be here, I guess… Is there something that Will and I can do? I mean, if there’s some horrible event pending maybe we could help? Something?" "I don’t believe there’s anything out of the ordinary… Besides, you guys have finals to study for too. Just if you talk to her remind her that she should patrol if possible?" Willow’s words must have really gotten to him… He actually made Buffy’s patrol seem like an option. "Well, I guess… make sure she knows it’s more than just an option…" That was a little better. With those words Giles gathered up his things and walked out the library door, leaving the two teens alone. ~`~`~`~`~`~`~ End Part One (Part Two will come later tonight.... no long-term waiting. : ) - - ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 17 Jan 1998 01:07:31 EST From: LnCAGCRulz Subject: BUFFYFIC: Finals 2/? FINALS -- Part 2 By Jo As Buffy walked home she studied the schedule that had been handed to her by what’s-his-name who sits in front of her. |----------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -------------------------------------------| | EXAM-WEEK SCHEDULE | | | | Exams will be held on January 14, 15, and 16 during regular | | school hours. Students who wish to be checked out must | | be picked up, in person, by a parent. | | | | The schedule is as follows. | | | | WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 14 | | 7:40 - 8:34 Regular 0 Period Classtime | | 8:40 - 10:40 Period 1 Exam | | 10:46 - 12:46 Period 2 Exam | | 1:02 - 3:40 Regular Period 4 Classtime | | 1:02 - 1:32 A Lunch | | 1:38 - 2:08 B Lunch | | 2:14 - 2:44 C Lunch | | | | THURSDAY, JANUARY 15 | | 6:34 - 8:34 0 Period Exam | | 8:40 - 10:40 Period 4 Exam | | 10:46 - 12:46 Period 6 Exam | | 1:02 - 3:40 Regular Period 5 Classtime | | 1:02 - 1:32 A Lunch | | 1:38 - 2:08 B Lunch | | 2:14 - 2:44 C Lunch | | | | FRIDAY, JANUARY 16 | | 7:40 - 8:34 Regular 0 Period Classtime | | 8:40 - 10:40 Period 5 Exam | | 10:46 - 12:46 Period 7 Exam | | 1:02 - 2:44 Regular Period 4 Classtime | | 1:02 - 1:32 A Lunch | | 1:38 - 2:08 B Lunch | | 2:14 - 2:44 C Lunch | | 2:44 - 3:40 Semester 2 Walk Through | | 2:46 - 2:50 Period 1 | | 2:56 - 3:00 Period 3 | | 3:06 - 3:10 Period 4 | | 3:16 - 3:20 Period 5 | | 3:26 - 3:30 Period 6 | | 3:36 - 3:40 Period 7 | |----------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -------------------------------------------| Buffy sighed. "Could this get any more complicated?" she mumbled to herself. "At least I don’t have a zero period class… and sixth period won’t have a final… It’s Friday. I have five days to study for my two hardest tests." She paused, took a breath, and continued a few more steps. "I’m talking to myself… I can’t believe I’m talking to myself." Her mumbling continued until she noticed people were staring. She ran home in silence. `````````` RINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Buffy sat reading over her biology notes. She couldn’t read them as good as she’d like, but she tried. "RNA is a form of DNA…" RRRRRRRRRINGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "Darwin studdied finches and felt the finches where different all over…" Her eyes jumped over the paper… something was distracting her. RRRRRRRRRRRRINGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "Uh, hi Buffy it’s…." - - "WILLOW! Sorry! How long has that been ringing?" - - "Oh, this time four times. I’ve gotten the answering machine three times, though." - - "The light isn’t flashing." - - "Yeah, I just hung up." - - "Oh. I see. Sorry ‘bout that." - - "It’s alright. What were you doing that you were so busy with? - - "Studying. I guess I figgured mom would get it…" - - "Your mom is in San Francisco for the night." - - "Oh yeah." - - "You’ve been working to hard?" - - "I have to… I really should go. Is there a reason you called?" - - "Well, if you really want to get rid of me *that* much…" Willow let out a small giggle. - - "No, it’s just that I’m studying…" - - "Ah, well, I was supposed to make sure you tried to slay tonight. Giles told me to tell you if I talked to you… went into a while thing about how you have to save the world. It was…" Willow continued talking but Buffy had stopped listening. Looking down at her notes she decided that it might be better to read them in order. |----------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -------------------------------------------| | | | ======================================= | | | | Bio Review for Final | | | |----------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -------------------------------------------| - - "What? That’s horrible grammar, ya’ know…." - - "Huh? Oh!! Sorry… I was reading my notes." - - "Well, stop." - - "K." - - "I really think you need a break…." - - "K." |----------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -------------------------------------------| | | | Osmosis – low concentration to high (water moves because | | smaller than starch) (needs membrane) | | | |----------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -------------------------------------------| - - "Why am I thinking you aren’t listening to me?" - - "Because." - - "BUFFY!" - - "Yeah? Oh. Sorry again." - - "I’m sure you are. Leave. Xander and I will meet you at the Bronze in fifteen minutes. Be there." - - "Alright." - - "Buffy?" - - "Really. I’ll be there." With that she hung up the phone. "That gives me time to review a little more…. |----------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -------------------------------------------| | | | Diffusion – high concentration to low | | Sodium Potassium Pump – coupled-channel protein pump | | Organ transplants may not take because of marker proteins on | | cells | | | |----------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -------------------------------------------| RINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - - "Hello?" - - "NOW!" And with that Willow was gone. Picking herself off the floor, Buffy finally took into consideration what she was wearing – old jeans and an even older sweatshirt. "Angel could be there…" she said to herself. Out of the closet came a short red dress. Glancing at the clock she remarked to the face in the mirror, "Oh, good time! Thirteen minutes!" And then she was out the door. ~`~`~`~`~`~`~ End Part 2 (Part 3... Soon...) - - ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 17 Jan 1998 00:44:55 -0600 (CST) From: perridox@enteract.com (Perri Smith) Subject: BUFFYFIC: Ill Met By Moonlight, Part 1 of 19 Everyone you recognize is property of Mutant Enemy, etc. Sasha Lakatos (pronounced La-ka-tosh, accent on the second syllable) and Gary Kriston are mine, and so's the story. This is set in second season, sometime between 'The Dark Age' and 'What's My Line.' With deepest thanks to Chris, who listened to me rant and helped work out Night 2; Catherine, for the *priceless* image of Giles as Yoda that gave me some giggles when I badly needed them; my other beta readers Dianne and Lizbet, for plot hole pointing and ego boo beyond the call of duty; Tina for listening to me whine; and Valerie, who critiqued the Gypsy stuff. Comments/compliments/flames accepted/enjoyed/ignored at perridox@enteract.com. Started: April 25, 1997 (almsot eight months before spoilers started appearing for Surprise and Innocence, just to keep the record straight; Ave Joss the Tormenter, Blessed be His name) First Posted: January 16, 1998 Ill Met by Moonlight by Perri Smith Copyright 1998 "Companion to our demons They will dance and we will play With chairs, candles and clothes Making darkness into day." -- Sarah McLachlan, 'Fumbling Towards Ecstasy' Prologue Clouds skittered across the night sky above the camp. Candles flickered at the points of a pentagram, in counterpoint to the leaping flames of the bonfire, which gleamed off the trailers and tents circled around it. Someone clapped another counterpoint with cupped hands, beating deeply and rhythmically, and shadows danced and flickered in the light, tall and short, young and old. They clustered around a figure of medium height, whose voice rose, chanting, into the silence of the night, in a language far older than the speaker. "Earth and water, air and fire Moon's enchantment, wind's desire Lend thy power to my will Stars to hold thee by my skill" The chanter extended her hand, palm downward, towards the fire at her feet. Her voice rose, her robes flapping around her as the wind picked up, seemingly in response to her words. She tossed something into the fire with her other hand, and the flames leapt again to engulf the small object. "Mortal deeds cast mortal fall Soul shapes form at moonlight's call What you are so shall you be As I will, so mote it be!" Her voice rose to a shout on the last word, and the wind stopped abruptly, the candles flickering and dying. The pentagram disappeared. Only the bonfire still burned; the rest of the camp was motionless. And nothing happened. The robed figure lowered her hands and shook her head. "Damn it, I *told* you," she informed the old woman standing perfectly still beside her, as she pulled the robe off over her head to reveal prosaic blue jeans and T-shirt. "I *told* you this mumbo-jumbo wouldn't work. Can we get back to reality now?" "You must wait," the old woman said calmly, showing no signs of disappointment. Her chin was high and her eyes triumphant, the firelight turning her face into a mass of wrinkles and shadows. "You must wait, and then you will see." ****** Miles away, the clouds drifted further, and the full moon suddenly shone, bright and clear, through the window of a huge house, onto the face of a sleeping man. He shifted in his sleep and murmured, rolling closer to his wife and trying to get the light out of his eyes. He failed. Then he began to change. He rose with a howl, teeth flashing in a face neither man nor beast, newly-formed claws tearing at the sheets that bound him. His bones shifted and changed, and he howled again in pain-racked pleasure. Beside him, his wife twisted, then suddenly woke, staring up into the eyes of a nightmare. The beast that had once worn her husband's face seemed to leer down at her for a long moment. Then he leapt. - --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Perri I *am* the Buffy Evangalist! NatPacker-*-Horsechick-*-Pezhead-*-Cohenhead-*-DDEB2-*-AGA-*-SunS-*-CoJ "You borrow my neurons WITHOUT asking, mind you, and then you get them all gooky with Dru-stuff. See if I let you borrow anything of mine again." - -- Lizbet - - ------------------------------ End of Buffyfic-digest V1 #82 ***************************** To subscribe to buffyfic or buffyfic-digest, send the command subscribe buffyfic-digest or subscribe buffyfic to majordomo@xmission.com. You will need to go through a confirmation process, and the listowners have to manually approve your subscription request, so it may take some time. 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