From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (Buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: Buffyfic-digest V2 #39 Reply-To: buffyfic@xmission.com Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk Buffyfic-digest Saturday, February 21 1998 Volume 02 : Number 039 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (8/?) by Ingrid BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: BUFFYFIC "Maybe Later" (1/2) BUFFYFIC: All Alone in the Night Part 4/5 BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (8/?) by Ingrid BUFFYFIC: Sweethearts 1/1 Re: BUFFYFIC: Discuss: Sweethearts 1/1 Re: DISCUSS:BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (8/?) by Ingrid Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS:Sweethearts 1/1 BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS:Sweethearts 1/1 BUFFYFIC: "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?" 1/1 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: Fri, 20 Feb 1998 22:16:08 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (8/?) by Ingrid My sort of new DISCLAIMER: Buffy Sommers, Willow Rosenberg, Rupert Giles, Jenny Calendar & co. are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui, Sandollar, and the WB. I borrow them without permission, and I’m not making any money on this. SUMMARY: I couldn’t help it. Don’t hurt me please, but this one’s gonna be funny. I can’t see it going in any other direction! Willow, Giles, Buffy, Angel & Jenny. This takes place within the normal Buffyverse thus far. If you don’t get this, that’s ‘cause you haven’t read the other parts. If you want to get this, ask me for them. I’d love to hear any comments you have, so write to me at Ingrid29 @juno.com. Two consecutive parts- I’m doing well, non? *** "Ghost of a Chance," by Ingrid Part Eight *** Buffy forced her legs to take her to where the two bodies lay. She felt like she was moving in slow motion. The smoke must have affected her brain, she thought absently. She dropped to the ground near Angel… At least, she hoped it was Angel. The teachers soon joined her, planting themselves between Angel and Willow. Buffy stared at his face distractedly. The vampiric features had sunk into his face, leaving his forehead smooth, and his features innocent. Hopefully, no one had called the fire department. The slayer craned her neck to see a rather drunk looking Giles trying to comfort an exhausted Miss Calendar. She had to get points for effort, Buffy thought to herself, and turned back to Angel, who was slowly returning to consciousness. His eyelids fluttered a few times, and eventually he saw her sitting above him. "Buffy?" He paused. "Did it work? I feel weird." "I guess so," she answered, smiling lethargically. "Gosh. I hope Xander doesn’t get mad at me. I didn’t tell him about any of this." Buffy’s eyes shot open in a millisecond. "No." She clapped a hand to her forehead. "No. This is *not* happening." "What?" Angel/Willow replied, looking puzzled. "Touch your face," Buffy commanded. Angel/Willow did as she asked, and her face contorted in horror as she realized what had happened. "Oh my God! I’m Angel!" Both Jenny and Giles snapped their necks with the force of turning around. Jenny just put her head in her hands and sunk to the ground," and Giles gave Buffy and Angel/Willow a sheepish glance. "Practice makes perfect?" *** Willow/Angel took a good 10 minutes after that to awake. "Buffy?" It was so weird to think that Angel was inside the petite redhead. "Yeah, Angel, it’s me. Glad to um.. have you back." "What’s wrong?" "We had some uh…" "Technical difficulties," Giles interjected. Miss Calendar groaned. "What do you mean?" Willow/Angel looked panicked. "Nothing we can’t fix," Buffy answered nervously. "Spit it out, Buffy," he demanded. "I can’t even think straight, let alone figure out what you’re trying to tell me." Suddenly Angel saw himself looking over Buffy’s shoulder. "What the-" He tried to sit up. Big mistake. The earth was spinning and it didn’t stop for another 5 minutes. He was back where he started, on the ground, and confused as hell. "Buffy-" "Okay. I know. Let’s see- How can I explain this…" "For God’s sake, Buffy! Angel, your soul got switched with Willows’. You’re in Willow’s body," Giles informed him, shouting at the top of his lungs. Willow/Angel’s features crinkled in dismay as the realization hit home. He felt the long hair at his sides and choked. "Angel, I know what you must be thinking, but don’t worry! We’re gonna fix this whole little mix-up faster that you’ll even notice it!" He didn’t look convinced as she helped him up, propping him against her to steady him. "Uhh… Buffy?" A voice came from behind her. In an instant, all eyes were upon Angel/Willow. "I’m kind of hungry. And I don’t mean for burgers and fries." *** END, PART 8. =) =) =) Sorry! I couldn’t help myself!!! Comments? Questions? "The one good thing about being wrong is the joy it brings to others." _____________________________________________________________________ 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] - - ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 20 Feb 1998 22:41:17 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: BUFFYFIC "Maybe Later" (1/2) Christina- *Nice* writing. The characters are absolutely flawless. Glad to hear from Jenny and Giles. There aren't that many stories about them as far as Buffyfic goes. Can I hope for a sequel? - -Ingrid "The one good thing about being wrong is the joy it brings to others." _____________________________________________________________________ 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] - - ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 20 Feb 1998 23:04:55 EST From: NuPhalanx@aol.com Subject: BUFFYFIC: All Alone in the Night Part 4/5 TITLE: All Alone in the Night AUTHOR: Mike Z. EMAIL ADDRESS: NuPhalanx@aol.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Anya, Zandarah and the East Coast Buffy Crew site. Others, please ask. RATING: PG, maybe PG-13 CONTENT WARNING: language, violence DEDICATION: to Meawan, LadyRHood, KatyZ, and Trey Cash. DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy & Co, Joss Whedon and the WB do, no copyright infringement intended, please don't sue me! All Alone in the Night Part 4/5 By NuPhalanx Author’s Notes: I always wanted Cordy to kick some butt. And I want Marci to come back. Well, here is my idea for doing that. Dulcimer sighed as Cordelia ran from the room. He didn’t want to end up chasing her again, so he turned to Marci and Rissalla and motioned with his hands. "Stay put. I’ll go get her, just make sure she doesn’t come back this way." He favored Marci with a hard stare that made her squirm. "No rough stuff, understand?" Marci gulped and nodded in reply. Dulcimer was obviously pissed and ready to take it out on someone. Marci didn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of his famous rants. She risked a glance at Rissalla and noticed that she was paler than usual. Dulcimer glared at the pair for a few more seconds, then turned on his heel and followed Cordelia. He very carefully opened the saloon doors and stepped in to the kitchen. He stuffed the gun back in its holster, checking it first to make sure the safety was on. Then he cleared his throat and called out to her. "Cordelia? It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you." He slowly moved towards the center of the room, trying to watch all sides at once. He could see the back door; it was still securely locked. He shook his head – a smart person would’ve been outside by now. But then, trying to run from three others wasn’t easy, and Cordelia hadn’t been in the best of shape after Marci had slugged her. Cordelia froze when she heard his voice. She was hiding in the utility room, with the knife in her hand and some other tools nearby. She gripped the knife tighter as his footsteps sounded in the kitchen. ‘This is one sick bastard,’ she thought, shivering. ‘I should have known!’ Cordelia raged at herself for being too trusting. Why couldn’t she be like Buffy and just suspect everybody? She tried to keep her breathing steady as Dulcimer called out again. "Okay, look – I’m going to put my gun on the table." She heard a rustling sound and then a metallic clink as the gun was placed down. There were more footsteps as he walked around to the other side of the kitchen. ‘Now what?’ Cordelia asked herself. *** Angel crept up to the house, senses straining as he probed the area. He wasn’t sure who had just entered Cordelia’s house, but he had seen a man open the door. He had a gun, and he didn’t look friendly. He was relieved when he sensed Cordelia’s heartbeat inside, and three others. That meant it wasn’t vampires that had invaded her home, but three humans would be tough – especially if all of them had guns. He didn’t want Cordelia getting hurt, and he wasn’t too worried about getting shot. Still, he was less than thrilled at the idea of a fight without some backup. Angel slowly peered in to the living room. He could see two women standing near the front door, talking to each other. He frowned, confused as to why the two weren’t doing anything. The man with the gun was nowhere to be seen. Puzzled, he made his way around the house. He stopped next to another window and looked inside. He could see a large kitchen, and the back door – and the man was laying his gun down on the table. Angel focused his hearing; the man was saying something. He was asking Cordelia to come out, and that he wouldn’t hurt her. He appeared to be in charge here, so Angel decided that this man was the primary threat. He would have to be dealt with first, and then the two women. He could feel his dark side stirring, anticipating the coming fight. He forced back the bloodlust with sheer force of will. ‘I’m sure Cordelia’s parents have plenty of insurance – this is going to get messy,’ he thought, taking a few steps away from the house. He looked at the windows in front of him and gauged the best place to break through. ‘Here goes. It’s a good thing she invited me in when I escorted her home.’ *** Dulcimer leaned back against the sink and crossed his arms over his chest. Why did women have to be so stubborn? Cordelia in particular was extremely so. He found it to be an endearing quality, but his patience was starting to wear thin. "Cordelia, please – you have my word I won’t hurt you." This was starting to get annoying. Cordelia decided to come out; it wasn’t going to do any good otherwise. She didn’t relish having to face Marci and her friend again, so maybe she could talk her way out of this. ‘Yea, and Xander will marry me, too,’ her inner voice told her, as she stepped out of the utility room on shaky legs. She had the knife in her hand, just in case. Dulcimer smiled at her. He didn’t move from his spot. Cordelia stopped at the edge of the kitchen and gave him a questioning look. He glanced at the knife she held. "Well, have a seat, please," he drawled, motioning at a nearby stool. Cordelia shook her head and backed way a step. Her eyes were darting around the room. "Where are your little bitches?" she asked, glaring at him. "Or can you handle a woman by yourself?" Dulcimer threw back his head and laughed. "You have such spirit! It’s beautiful, did you know that?" To Cordelia’s annoyance, a large grin had appeared on his face. "Look, if I had wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done so by now." His voice was steady, with just a hint of menace. "Okay, so share - what do you want?" she asked, trying to keep her legs from trembling. Too bad she couldn’t do the same for her hands. ‘This guy is a freak!’ she raged. ‘What the hell is he playing at?’ Dulcimer wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before continuing. He moved just a little closer to her, but she noticed and held the knife just a little higher. Sighing, he sat back down and cleared his throat. "Look, Marci has a history with you. I don’t have a problem with that. This little exercise was something I set up so she would get some field experience." He stared at her with a grim expression on his face. Cordelia was a little wide eyed, but still paying attention. "The government was - is perverting these kids. I just couldn’t allow that to happen." He started pacing, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "So you teaching them how to be a stalker is better?" she retorted angrily, crossing her arms and huffing at him. She glanced at the gun on the counter. It was still loaded. "This was all just a sick game?" Her voice shook with rage, and fear. She briefly considered grabbing the gun now, but controlled the impulse. "No! I’m trying to teach them how to survive!" he replied, fixing her with an odd gaze. "Someone out there is killing people, and blaming it on a few renegades. Like Marci and myself," he added, moving just a little closer to her. She didn’t back away this time. Rubbing the back of her head, Cordelia answered him. "It sure feels like she knows how to kill," she observed, with just a bit of sarcasm in her voice. "Does that turn you on?" She moved just a little closer to the counter, keeping her eyes on his. A strange look crossed Dulcimer’s face as he took in her words. "No! I just wanted to ask you if you could-" With a thundering crash, a figure leapt through the kitchen window. Dulcimer and Cordelia ducked in separate directions, trying to avoid the flying glass and other debris. Cordelia had managed to grab his gun while taking cover. She stared wide-eyed at the figure that was hauling itself off the floor and turning to grab Dulcimer by the throat. Angel! He was wearing his game face. Dulcimer didn’t know what hit him - Angel quickly grabbed the other man and threw him against the refrigerator. Dulcimer collapsed in a heap on the floor. Angel was squatting beside her in the next instant, giving her a once-over to check on her. "Are you okay?" he asked, glancing at her head. She nodded her assent. He grasped her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Stay here. I’ll take care of his friends." She nodded again, and watched as he bounded through the doors to the next room. *** Marci and Rissalla had heard the crash, and had faded out. Angel stepped in to the living room, acting like he couldn’t see anything. ‘I can’t see you, but I can hear your hearts!’ he thought, stopping in the middle of the room. He wanted to have plenty of space to deal with these two. As he concentrated, he realized he had done the right thing. One of them was slowly approaching him from either side. However, both would not reach him at the same time. His dark side was aching to be let loose, to tear, to kill. Angel carefully let just a little of it out, for he had seen the terrified look on Cordelia’s face. He wanted these people to feel the same terror Cordelia had. A smile fell on his features as he turned to deal with the closest girl. She hesitated for just a second - which was all he needed. He lashed out with his left arm, connecting hard with her jaw. The girl let out a yelp of pain and surprise. ‘How did he do that?’ Rissalla wondered, rubbing her jaw. ‘What is this guy?’ While she was still deciding what to do, Angel managed to grab her and throw her against the front door. Rissalla crashed against the solid oak and slumped to the floor, stunned. ‘One down.’ Marci decided to try her luck while he was occupied with her friend, and tried to attack Angel from the rear. ‘Whatever he is, he’s good. He’s probably one of those Slayer things,’ she thought, dropping in to a fighting stance. ‘I almost beat Buffy. I can beat this guy.’ She managed to land a solid kick to his back. Angel growled and fell to the floor; then whirled and raked his claws against her midsection. Marci screamed in pain and tried to move away, but Angel was faster. He was also angry - his next punch had enough force in it to knock Marci against the wall. She rebounded with a loud THUNK and fell to the floor. Grimacing, he stood up and rubbed his back. It had been a solid kick; had he been a normal man he wouldn’t have been walking now. He quickly scanned the room for others, just to make sure. He could sense his two attackers, but no one else. Angel was just deciding what to do next when he heard the gunshot. Suddenly sick with fear, he ran back to the kitchen. *** Cordelia went over to the broken window and took a look outside. No one else was out there. Puzzled, she wondered where Buffy was. Usually Angel and she handled this kind of stuff together. Dulcimer groaned and stood up slowly. He has shaking his head and trying to gather his bearings when he heard the sound of a safety clicking off. He looked at Cordelia, who was standing against the far wall with the gun aimed at his head. A look of uncertainty appeared in his eyes as he realized what had happened. "Put that down!" he snapped, standing up straight. "You could really hurt somebody." Cordelia raised an eyebrow at him and smiled a dangerous little smile. "Like you, maybe?" She motioned with the gun. "Sit back down!" She was happy daddy had showed her how to use a gun. Mr. Chase would occasionally go target shooting, but Cordelia had hated the thought of using a gun. It was just so..messy! Dulcimer grinned at her. "You will not shoot me." He turned and took a step for the back door. He heard the gun being cocked, and froze for a second. Without looking back, he said over his shoulder "Don’t play with that unless you mean to use it." Then he kept going. He knew this girl - she would not shoot him. She was just another spoiled rich girl, used to getting her own way and having someone else do the dirty work. "Stop!" Cordelia shouted, waving the gun in his direction. She had to stop this maniac. ‘I’m scared scared scared I’ve never fired a gun oh God what do I do?’ He took another step towards the back door. Five more to go. Another step. Then another. "I SAID STOP!" Cordelia yelled, all her fear of the nights events surfacing. This freak was not getting away. He had to go to jail. He was dangerous, and so were the people with him. Her finger tightened on the trigger. He had reached the back door and was unlocking it. "Goodbye, Cordelia!" he sang, turning the latch. "NO!" she screamed, and pulled the trigger. The gun sent a shock wave up her arms as it fired. To her horror, she watched as Dulcimer writhed and fell to the ground, clutching his back. Her hands were shaking violently. She dropped the gun and tried to stop them, but then her legs started shaking, too. She sank to the floor and tried to control her limbs, but they seemed to have a mind of their own. There was a load roaring sound in her ears, and everything was spinning…. Angel practically ripped the doors off the hinges as he rushed in to the kitchen. Cordelia was unconscious next to the center counter. He couldn’t see Dulcimer. Fearing the worst, he knelt beside her and checked her pulse. Her heart was beating strongly, if somewhat rapidly. He could sense no blood, much to his relief. That meant she hadn’t been shot. Then he saw the gun. It was lying on the floor not too far from Cordelia. Puzzled, he looked around the kitchen again and noticed the open door. Dulcimer had gotten away. He could sense the other two people hurriedly leaving the house. He gathered Cordelia in his arms and tried to wake her. In the distance, he could hear sirens wailing, and coming closer. "It’s over, Cordelia," he whispered, hugging her close to him. ‘This time’ his inner voice reminded him. Cordelia stirred and whipped her head around, looking for something. "Where.. where did he go?" she asked, struggling to sit up. Angel held her close and whispered soothing sounds in her ear. "It’s okay, they’re gone." He rocked her slightly for a moment, then helped her to her feet. She was shaking and had started to cry. "He.. He said that I wouldn’t shoot him. I had to!" she exclaimed, looking up at him with wild eyes. Angel was just a little afraid of what condition she was in. Shock, and something else. He hugged her tightly to his body and continued to reassure her. "Shh.. you did the right thing." She was sobbing openly now, burying her face in his shoulder. Angel slowly started moving towards the living room; he could hear several policemen running up the driveway. ‘This was one interesting patrol,’ he thought to himself. End part 4 - - ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 20 Feb 1998 23:09:18 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (8/?) by Ingrid Okay guys… I tried to send this part before, and I’m not sure if it got posted, because my server had a heart attack trying to handle all my mail. Forgive me if this is a reprint! My sort of new DISCLAIMER: Buffy Sommers, Willow Rosenberg, Rupert Giles, Jenny Calendar & co. are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui, Sandollar, and the WB. I borrow them without permission, and I’m not making any money on this. SUMMARY: I couldn’t help it. Don’t hurt me please, but this one’s gonna be funny. I can’t see it going in any other direction! Willow, Giles, Buffy, Angel & Jenny. This takes place within the normal Buffyverse thus far. If you don’t get this, that’s ‘cause you haven’t read the other parts. If you want to get this, ask me for them. I’d love to hear any comments you have, so write to me at Ingrid29 @juno.com. Two consecutive parts- I’m doing well, non? *** "Ghost of a Chance," by Ingrid Part Eight *** Buffy forced her legs to take her to where the two bodies lay. She felt like she was moving in slow motion. The smoke must have affected her brain, she thought absently. She dropped to the ground near Angel… At least, she hoped it was Angel. The teachers soon joined her, planting themselves between Angel and Willow. Buffy stared at his face distractedly. The vampiric features had sunk into his face, leaving his forehead smooth, and his features innocent. Hopefully, no one had called the fire department. The slayer craned her neck to see a rather drunk looking Giles trying to comfort an exhausted Miss Calendar. She had to get points for effort, Buffy thought to herself, and turned back to Angel, who was slowly returning to consciousness. His eyelids fluttered a few times, and eventually he saw her sitting above him. "Buffy?" He paused. "Did it work? I feel weird." "I guess so," she answered, smiling lethargically. "Gosh. I hope Xander doesn’t get mad at me. I didn’t tell him about any of this." Buffy’s eyes shot open in a millisecond. "No." She clapped a hand to her forehead. "No. This is *not* happening." "What?" Angel/Willow replied, looking puzzled. "Touch your face," Buffy commanded. Angel/Willow did as she asked, and her face contorted in horror as she realized what had happened. "Oh my God! I’m Angel!" Both Jenny and Giles snapped their necks with the force of turning around. Jenny just put her head in her hands and sunk to the ground," and Giles gave Buffy and Angel/Willow a sheepish glance. "Practice makes perfect?" *** Willow/Angel took a good 10 minutes after that to awake. "Buffy?" It was so weird to think that Angel was inside the petite redhead. "Yeah, Angel, it’s me. Glad to um.. have you back." "What’s wrong?" "We had some uh…" "Technical difficulties," Giles interjected. Miss Calendar groaned. "What do you mean?" Willow/Angel looked panicked. "Nothing we can’t fix," Buffy answered nervously. "Spit it out, Buffy," he demanded. "I can’t even think straight, let alone figure out what you’re trying to tell me." Suddenly Angel saw himself looking over Buffy’s shoulder. "What the-" He tried to sit up. Big mistake. The earth was spinning and it didn’t stop for another 5 minutes. He was back where he started, on the ground, and confused as hell. "Buffy-" "Okay. I know. Let’s see- How can I explain this…" "For God’s sake, Buffy! Angel, your soul got switched with Willows’. You’re in Willow’s body," Giles informed him, shouting at the top of his lungs. Willow/Angel’s features crinkled in dismay as the realization hit home. He felt the long hair at his sides and choked. "Angel, I know what you must be thinking, but don’t worry! We’re gonna fix this whole little mix-up faster that you’ll even notice it!" He didn’t look convinced as she helped him up, propping him against her to steady him. "Uhh… Buffy?" A voice came from behind her. In an instant, all eyes were upon Angel/Willow. "I’m kind of hungry. And I don’t mean for burgers and fries." *** END, PART 8. =) =) =) Sorry! I couldn’t help myself!!! Comments? Questions? PS: Really sorry if this is a reprint! _____________________________________________________________________ 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] - - ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 21 Feb 1998 01:50:48 -0500 From: Sali Subject: BUFFYFIC: Sweethearts 1/1 Title: Sweethearts Author: Sali E-mail: salii@bestweb.net Distribution: Ask me first, but i never turn down free (good) publicity!! :-D Rating: EC for Excessive Cuteness Disclaimer: The folks here aren't mine, they belong to Joss and the WB and whoever else, i'm not allowed to profit from it and neither are you! :) Note: This is the sili result of my sorting thru a box of those little candy hearts w/ the writing on them. Feedback: PLEASE???? good, bad, or ugly, i'll take whatever you'll give!! :) Sweethearts by Sali (salii@bestweb.net) - -- There was something taped to her locker when Willow got to school that morning. It was a small package. She gently peeled the tape from the locker and opend the package. Inside was a little candy heart with writing on it. "E-mail" the little yellow candy proclaimed Willow smiled and re-wrapped the candy and tucked it into her overalls front pocket on her way to the library. Sitting at "her" computer there she looked at the keyboard. Resting between the g/h and b keys was a little pink heart. On it were the words "One I" and a small heart. "Giles?" She called to the Watcher. "Oh, good morning Willow, i didn't see you come in" "Morning, did you happen to see who left this here?" She held up the candy Giles moved closer and read the pink heart. "Sorry, i haven't seen anyone else here but you." He looked like he was about to smile, but quickly returned to the joys of cross refrencing. "Thanks anyway" she turned the computer on. Checking her e-mail, she had a few messages from freinds, and one teacher asking for her help in tutoring a studant. The last e-mail had an address she hadn't seen before, "admirer@distance.com" Reading the e-mail, she saw there was no real text message, just an ascii image.... /-------------------------\ /-------------------------\ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \/ \ | | | BBBBBB EEEEEE M M IIIIIIIII N N EEEEEE | | B B E MM MM I NN N E | | B B E M M M M I N N N E | | B B E M M M M I N N N E | | BBBBB EEEEE M M M I N N N EEEEE | | B B E M M I N N N E | | B B E M M I N N N E | | B B E M M I N NN E | | BBBBBB EEEEE M M IIIIIIIII N N EEEEEE | | | | | | W W IIIIIIIII L L OOOO W W | | W W I L L O O W W | | W W I L L O O W W | | W W I L L O O W W | | W W I L L O O W W | | W W W I L L O O W W W | | W W W W I L L O O W W W W | | WW WW IIIIIIIII LLLLLL LLLLL OOOO WW WW | | | \ / \ RRRRRRR / \ R R / \ R R / \ R R / \ RRRRRRR / \ R R / \ R R / \ R R / \ R R / \ / \ / \_________________________________________________/ She stared at the image for a moment, then the computer beeped, telling her there was another e-mail waiting. This one was from dingo2@sunnydale.hs.edu The text read: Willow- I love you. - -Oz. Willow brushed a tear from her eye and stood, planning to look for Oz and tell him how she felt. Turning from the computer, she saw him standing in the library doorway. He looked unsure of himself, and her. She broke into a grin and ran into his arms, hugging him tight. Finally, she looked up at him..."I love you to Oz" she said quietly. "I love you too.." - -End- Feedback please!!!! (salii@bestweb.net) - -- "A moment of joy, in a life ||"You are *so* weird!" time of sorrow. Take it, while||"This can *not* be news to you can it?" you can."`- Londo, Babylon 5 ||"Um... no."-- Mai to me on #Willow chat. - -------------------------------------------------------------------------- e-mail: salii@bestweb.net Homepage: http://www.bestweb.net/~salii WALLFLOWERS Home Page: http://www.bestweb.net/~schargon - - ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 20 Feb 1998 23:03:58 +0000 From: vxdarlaxv@juno.com (Darla Love) Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Discuss: Sweethearts 1/1 awwwwwww that is so adorable ... i've been pretty much a reader on this list ... i've been thinking of writing some stuff and sending them in ... we'll see ... when i have more time on my hand ... Ðarla Keeper of Darla's Lust for Angelus !~ Join the DawsonsCreekMailingList ~! !~ www.coollist.com Listname: dawsonscreek ~! _____________________________________________________________________ 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] - - ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 21 Feb 1998 13:28:21 EST From: LMcint6188@aol.com Subject: Re: DISCUSS:BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (8/?) by Ingrid Cute, very cute... Its really coming along! Lins - - ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 21 Feb 1998 13:31:39 EST From: LMcint6188@aol.com Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS:Sweethearts 1/1 Too cute.... Ahhh... I wish people would write more Willow/Oz stories... They are sooo sweet Lins - - ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 21 Feb 1998 14:22:42 EST From: SGMIII@aol.com Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS:Sweethearts 1/1 Hi! This story was so sweet!! I really liked it. I enjoy a good "Warm Fuzzy" story. :-) Keep writing! Anna - - ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 21 Feb 1998 11:48:58 PST From: "Leslie S." Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?" 1/1 I acknowledge that Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all associates characters were created by Joss Whedon. No copyright infringement is intended. (In other words, please don't sue me.) Also this is my first finished piece of fanfic in like 10 years, so if ya got feedback (good, bad or ugly,) I’d love to hear it! E-mail to leslie_s_@hotmail.com Dedicated to my new friends on #buffy "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?" 1/1 By Leslie Surgento (LilSprout on IRC) (Prior to S/I) Joyce Summers smiled to herself as Buffy scampered up the stairs to her bedroom. It would be the third time in the past twenty minutes that Buffy had decided to change her outfit. Joyce allowed herself a moment of reverie as she thought back to when her parents were first meeting Hank after she started dating him back in high school. She seemed to recall changing her outfit once or twice before he arrived, much to the amusement of her own mother. "Buffy, you looked fine," Joyce shouted to her daughter. "You also looked fine the other two times you decided to change. You are starting to make ME nervous!" Buffy had just about decided on another outfit when she stopped to consider her mother's words. She ran down the stairs and into the kitchen where her mom was getting dinner ready. "What was that about me making you nervous?" Buffy questioned her mom as she grabbed a carrot stick from the vegetable tray she was preparing. "Well kiddo, the way I see it *you* should be nervous about *me* meeting Angel. But with all your running around and fidgeting. . .it's making *me* nervous!" "Sorry mom. I just want tonight to go well." "Buffy, you know I'm not promising anything. I'm very concerned about the age difference. He's 22 and you're 16." Buffy started to interrupt but was silenced when her mother continued. "I know. You'll be 17 next month, but Buffy, that's still 5 years difference." Buffy thought back to an evening a week ago. She and Angel had had a date(?) at the Bronze. It was just going to be coffee, but it was a start. It has been a slow week slaying-wise. Even so, Buffy had been surprised when Giles had suggested that she take the night off. Judging from their conversation after the incident at the Delta Zeta Kappa fraternity house, she suspected that Willow had had something to so with that. Buffy had told her mom that she was going to meet a friend at the Bronze for coffee. "Look Buffy, I know you are quite capable of taking care of yourself, but I am still a bit worried about you walking home so late at night." Ever since parent-teacher night Joyce seemed to be a bit more relaxed about Buffy being out on her own at night, but as a parent of a teenage girl, she still worried. "Will someone be able to bring you home?" "I'll try to get a ride or else I'm sure Angel will walk me," Buffy replied. "Angel? Your history tutor? Is there something you'd like to share with me?" Joyce prompted. "What do you wanna know?" Buffy asked, suddenly feeling like she was five years old again. "What all mothers want to know. Do you like him a lot? Does he like you a lot. Is it serious?" she paused. "How old is he?" At that last one Buffy swallowed hard. She didn't want to lie to her mom, but it wasn't as if she could tell her the truth. "Uh...I never really asked......." Joyce gave her daughter her best skeptical look. Buffy felt her resolve weakening as she searched for something to tell her mother. She thought she remembered Angel saying he was twenty-two when Darla "converted" him. "But I think he's, uh twenty......" More skeptical lookage. "...two," Buffy finally managed to squeak out. "Let's go back to the 'is it serious' part," Buffy's mom eyed her with serious intent. "We're just getting together for coffee...not running off to get married." Buffy responded. "OK for tonight, but I want to meet him Buffy, really meet him. I hardly count that passing hello in the front hall last year. I have to look out for my little girl." Joyce impulsively reached out to hug her daughter. "I'm not so little any more you know," Buffy responded as she hugged her mom back. "Mom, are you crying?" "Just a little. You're right. You're not so little any more. Sorry. Now go. Have a good time and invite Angel for dinner next week." "Dinner?" Buffy questioned trying not to look horrified. "Is something wrong with dinner?" "Oh no…dinner is great." Buffy glued a smile to her face. "I'll see if he can make it next week sometime." "Have fun, but be careful." Joyce warned. "I will mom." Buffy gave her mom's hand a reassuring squeeze before leaving out the front door. ***** As Buffy approached the Bronze, she could see Angel standing by the door waiting for her. The smile that he had been wearing when he first saw her approaching was quickly replaced by a look of concern once she had gotten to the door. "Buffy, you OK?" Angel anxiously asked her. "Uh yeah. No. I mean...can we walk?" "Sure," Angel replied as he offered her his hand. Buffy took hold of Angel's hand and led him from the Bronze. "How much do you care about me?" Buffy finally asked after several moments of silence. "You know I.." Angel hesitated, not quite able to use the word 'love' yet, "care a lot about you." "Enough to meet my mom?" Buffy quickly blurted out. "You had me worried there. I thought something was really wrong." Angel replied as he pulled her close and hugged her to himself, and had he been able to, he would have breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll be happy to meet your mom under pleasant circumstances." "But you don't understand. She asked me to invite you over for *dinner*." Buffy emphasized that last word. "Dinner?" Angel raised his eyebrows at her. "Yes dinner, you know when girl, that would be me, invites boy, that would be you, over to my parents, or in this case parent, for an evening of pure torture…for said boy and girl. But in this case doubly so. It's not like when she asks me what your favorite meal is I can just say B-positive!" Angel just looked down at her and began to chuckle. "What is so funny? It may not be as hazardous as slaying the odd demon or two bu-" Angel cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. When he finally broke off the kiss, much to Buffy's disappointment, she looked expectantly up at him. "It'll be OK. Can your mom make something vegetarian?" "I guess so," Buffy replied. "Can you eat that?" "Most regular foods, especially meat, don't sit well with…" he hesitated. ". . .my kind, but I can manage a vegetarian meal here and there." "So you'll do it? You'll come for dinner and be subjected to..I don't expect it will be as bad as the Spanish Inquisition. . ." "Buffy…nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition," Angel joked, cutting her off once again. "Huh?" Buffy scrunched up her face trying to get the joke. "I used to watch a lot of late night TV. Never mind. It'll be fine." "If you say so." Buffy didn't sound entirely convinced, but she trusted Angel so she believed it would be fine. After settling the date for the following week, Buffy and Angel made their way back to the Bronze. ***** "Mom?" Buffy began snapping back to the present. "Why don't you just admit that you're worried about the whole sex issue?" Joyce tried not to cringe as she heard her daughter use the word "sex." Instead she replied, "Is it that apparent? I had hoped it wouldn't be." Buffy regarded her mother and pondered the meaning of what she had just said. "I thought that moms were supposed to get all wiggy about thoughts that their teenage daughters might be having sex with their boyfriends." "Are you?" Joyce asked hesitantly, not knowing if she really wanted to hear an answer. "No, we're not," Buffy informed her mom. Joyce visibly relaxed. "Angel and I care very much about each other, and I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind…" Buffy paused almost surprised at what she had just admitted to her mother. "But?" Joyce prompted. Buffy chose her next words very carefully. It wasn't as if she could tell her mom the whole truth. "But at the moment its a non-issue. We're still learning about each other. Neither of us is ready for something like that." On an impulse, Joyce walked over to her daughter and gave her a big hug. Just then the doorbell rang. After a moment, Buffy broke away from her mom to go answer the door. "Buffy?" "Yeah mom?" "I hope you know that when you feel the time is right, you'll be able talk to me about it." "I know I can mom, and I will." Buffy replied. At that point there was nothing more for Joyce to do but say a small prayer, set the vegetable tray in the living room, and hope that this Angel person was half as wonderful as Buffy seemed to think. - -End- (Any suggestions for the dinner scene Epilogue I am currently working on??? Let me know!) ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com - - ------------------------------ End of Buffyfic-digest V2 #39 ***************************** 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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