From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #167 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Friday, May 8 1998 Volume 02 : Number 167 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: "Two Ships" (3/3) BUFFYFIC: "Two Ships" (2/3) BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Regarding "Reunion" Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Regarding "Reunion" BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (6/?) BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 6) BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 7) See the end of the digest for information on (un)subscribing to the buffyfic or buffyfic-digest mailing lists and on how to retrieve back issues. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 8 May 1998 15:49:11 EDT From: KylenRevik Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Two Ships" (3/3) See part one for notes, etc. ~ Oz frowned as the lights went down and the band took their bows, finishing off the final set of the night. He waved to the other guys, then nodded for Scott to come over. He said nothing as they picked up the amps, cords, and mikes, moving everything to where they would load it into the van to bring back to Oz's garage. "She here tonight?" "Yeah," Oz sighed. "So why so bummed?" Oz shrugged. "She didn't seem to like the song." Scott shook his head. "Maybe she didn't realize it was for her?" Oz gave his friend a raised eyebrow. "I was staring at her all night." "Oh. Maybe you were slightly obvious?" "Maybe she doesn't like our music." "Then maybe she has bad taste and you're better off?" "Or not." Scott sighed, putting a hand on his friends' shoulder. "Hey," he said, "don't think like that, man. You're a cool guy. It'll work out." Oz smiled weakly. "Sure," he said. Then he shook his head. "So, what'd you think of the song?" "For a new one? Decent." "Maybe that was it, then," Oz said, "maybe she just wasn't wowed by my less-than-amazing song writing abilities." "Cept we didn't say you'd written it." "So maybe--" "Maybe she was thinking of something _else_," Scott interrupted, cutting Oz off. When the guitarist moved to open his mouth, the drummer made a silencing gesture. "No. Not a bit. Shush. No more of that." Oz shot him a look, but kept his mouth shut. "Fine," he said. "So what do I do now?" "You gonna see her in school tomorrow?" "Yeah..." "So ask her out." "I can't." "Why not?" "Because the scoping didn't go well." "You and your scoping!" Scott exclaimed. "Man, you gotta take a _chance_ with these things! Throw caution to the wind and _act_ already!" He grinned. "Release the beast within, my friend." Oz shook his head. "Nah. Quiet girls aren't into that whole beast thing." Scott shrugged. "F'you say so," he said. Then he smiled devilishly. "I always went for the slightly more rambunctious type." "I bet you did." "That everything?" Surprised by the sudden change of topic, Oz looked around, then nodded. Everything was stacked up in the back of the van, and the Bronze itself was slowly emptying out. Now that the live entertainment was going, nobody seemed to see any point in sticking around any longer. Talk about an ego-boosting experience, he thought to himself. "Looks like," he said. "See you tomorrow?" "Yeah, okay." Oz waved, then turned and walked up to the front of the van and climbed into the driver's seat, working the gas pedal and driving away. Scott shook his head, watching his friend leave, then turned back to the stage entrance to the club. He wondered... "Excuse me," came a voice from behind him. He turned-- and did a double take. Attending private school, he didn't know as many of the Sunnydale kids as Oz did, but he knew what he liked, and he liked this one a _lot_. "Yeah?" he asked. "I was just wondering," the blonde said. "You're the drummer for the Dingoes, right?" He grinned. "Yeah," he said. "You want an autograph?" She shook her head. "No," she said. "Just...a question." "Okay, yeah?" Weird, but no problem. "My friend has a thing for the lead guitarist," she began. Scott felt his hopes deflating. One of these "my friend" stories, which meant this chick was taken with the Ozmeister, which meant not only did Scott _not_ have a chance, he also was going to have to break her pretty little heart. "Sorry, he's taken," he murmured, moving to walk back into the club. The blonde frowned. "He is?" she asked. "Yeah," Scott said, turning back to her. "Gone on some girl he knows at some school." For some reason, this news seemed to brighten the blonde's mood. "Quiet, bookish girl," he said. Then he decided to close his mouth, 'cause he didn't know how many quiet, bookish girls there were at Sunnydale high. "Great," the blonde said, but there was no trace of sarcasm in her voice. Scott watched, somewhat surprised that she had taken the news so well. Could it be, gorgeous and a brain, too? That would be the day. He grinned, shaking his head and looking down at the ground. He was gonna have to have a talk with Ozzie about these women. Not now, he supposed, but soon enough. He smiled slightly. That'd be fun. "Hey, bro, you've got a leggy blonde who wants you. She the right one?" He grinned inwardly as his voice bounced off the alley walls. Yeah, he'd enjoy telling Oz about this in the morning. Humming the bars of the song Oz had put together earlier that afternoon, Scott made his way off down the alley toward where his ride was waiting at the end of the street. THE END Copyright 1998 Rachel Brody *Lyrics by Rachel Brody. ~ Comments to me at KylenRevik@aol.com, please. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 8 May 1998 15:49:04 EDT From: KylenRevik Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Two Ships" (2/3) See part one for notes , etc. ~ "Was there ever any reason, at any day or time/as to why I should forget you, or take you from my mind?/Is it so hard to believe that maybe if we tried/we could make each other happy, until the day we died?" "Ooooh, morbidity," Cordelia whispered with a slight grin across the table." Buffy rolled her eyes, as did Willow, but neither said anything. Cordelia shrugged, then glanced at Buffy. "So, where's your shadow, my boyfriend?" she asked. Buffy looked at her somewhat quizzically. "Xander?" "Yeah." Buffy smiled slightly. "Missing him?" "Hardly," Cordelia snapped. "Just wondering what exactly was going on and if he was planning on showing up tonight." "Xander said he had, had to do some school stuff," Willow said. "He's gonna try some homework." The other two girls looked at Willow in surprise. "Xander, homework?" Buffy asked. Willow nodded. "Mrs. Fletcher threatened to give him in- building if he didn't turn in the analysis of _Dandelion Wine_," she said. "Hm," Buffy said. "Cool." "Hey," Cordelia said suddenly, "why's that guy looking over here?" "What guy?" "The guitarist," Cordelia said. "Oz, I think, is his name. Something like that." She looked from one to the other of them. "I dated whatsisname for a while, the other one, the singer. Think he talked about me to the other guys?" Buffy shook her head, taking a sip of her drink. Only Cordelia would look upon the phenomenon of guys talking about their conquests as something that could be enjoyed. "I somehow very much doubt it," she said, shooting a sideways glance at Willow, who was trying desperately-- and obviously-- not to stare at the senior up on stage. "Why's that?" Cordelia asked, flipping her hair over her shoulder a little. "Because," Buffy said, "he's staring at Willow." Cordelia jerked in surprise to look at Willow. "Yeah _right_," she said. She smiled slightly. "I mean, no offense, Will, but well, guys in bands tend to go more for _my_ type than the bookworm/computer geek crowd." "Oz is good with computers," Willow said. "Or at least, he tests well." Cordelia's eyes narrowed. "And how, exactly, would you know _that_?" she asked. "He told me," Willow said. "Eh-heh. As in, you two have talked?" "Yup." Cordelia's expression experienced a sudden and _very_ violent shift. "I _see_. In that case, you can have him." She stood, stalking off and muttering something about 'contaminated goods'. Buffy sighed and looked back at Willow, ready to do damage control on Will's fragile-but-steadily-becoming-more-hardy ego. She was surprised to see that the other girl didn't look phased. "Hey Will," she asked, "everything okay?" Willow nodded. "Yeah," she said. She grinned slightly, turning her gaze away from Oz and back to Buffy. "He's not watching Cordelia." "Good," Buffy said. She shook her head. "Cordie could be nice, if she tried." "If she didn't explode first," Willow sniffed. "She might." "Her head would get all, all big and bulgy, I bet," Willow said, her smile widening. "And brains would spatter all over the place," Buffy added. Willow giggled. "If there were any to spatter at all." Buffy chuckled at that, though she wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of making fun of Cordie behind her back. Ah well, she supposed after a huff Cordelia had just stalked away in, she had to expect some degree of nastiness on the other two girls' parts. "And there's a woman in the branches/That are blowing in the wind/And I'd tell her that I love her, But she'd never let me in/While she's living in her own world, I'll be watching her from mine/I'll be looking through the windows/To the Willow in my mind." Buffy glanced up, looking at Willow as the lead singer stepped back and let Oz sing the verse, and she realized that Willow was grinning dazedly at the drummer. "Oh boy," Buffy said with a slight grin, realizing her friend had no idea of what the lyrics were, she was so caught up in watching the one singing them. "You've got it bad." "He's so..." Willow started, then trailed off. "He's really nice," she finished. "Yeah, you and Oz've been hanging around together a little, haven't you." Willow shrugged. "A little." She looked about to say something else, then nodded toward something behind them. "And Xander didn't get the homework done." Buffy glanced over her shoulder to see Xander walking in, making a beeline for Cordelia. "Great," she said. "So he's gonna get IBS now..." She shook her head. "You know what my mom would _do_ if I did that?" "I think his parents are sort of used to it," Willow sighed. "He hasn't done homework since, um, like fifth grade." Buffy smiled weakly. "Whereas in my case, it's only since I've started slaying that there have been problems with the whole homework-report-_thing_." "Yeah," Willow replied. Noticing something in her friend's expression, Buffy reached forward and tapped Willow gently on the arm. "Will?" she asked. "Everything okay?" "Yeah," Willow replied. "I just..." She sighed. "Xander and _Cordelia_. Jeez." "Could be worse," Buffy said. Willow shook her head. "No it couldn't." She sighed. "I mean...do you know how long he and I've hated her?" "I've got some idea," Buffy sighed. "But I mean, she's not _all_ bad, is she?" A slight, weary smile when she met the expression on Willow's face. "Yoy. Okay. Maybe, okay, she's pretty bad. But she does have a car and a license and sometimes it's nice to have somebody around who you don't need to have a deep conversation with, isn't it?" "I guess," Willow sighed. Buffy shook her head, then reached across the table and patter Willow on the hand. "It's okay," she said. "Really." "No it's not," Willow said. "But thanks." ~ Comments to me at KylenRevik@aol.com, please. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 8 May 1998 16:16:11 -0400 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Regarding "Reunion" Hi, fellow ficers! Okay, this may sound like a strange request, but I'm in the middle of a HUGE writing block, and I thought this might help. I'm busy attempting to write interlude # 5 for my story "Reunion," which I was sending to the list a long while ago, but I'm having major problems doing it. I've lost that spark for the Buffy/Angel dynamic. Interlude 5 takes place after he's got his soul back, and I can't figure out how they should act towards one another, and factors to consider regarding their reactions to one another. If you know what I'm talking about, please send me *anything* that you feel I should consider. You have my unending gratitude! If you have absolutely no clue what I mean by this, and you've read reunion, I can remind you what's going on and clarify what I mean so you can help. Thanks! I don't mean to be a pain, but there's no way I'm ever going to continue this story if I don't get past this block! - -Ingrid _____________________________________________________________________ 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, 8 May 1998 16:43:16 EDT From: KylenRevik Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Regarding "Reunion" In a message dated 98-05-08 16:20:21 EDT, ingrid29@juno.com writes: >Okay, this may sound like a strange request, but I'm having major problems doing it. Nope, that's a feeling I know all too well... >I've lost that spark for the Buffy/Angel dynamic. he's got his soul back Oyyyyy. I know all too well. ::sighs, hugs:: I don't know .Good-Angel has always seemed sort of blah-ish to me, in my own writing at least. And in the transcripts I've been reading, too. He seems like he just was sort of the loving boyfriend type, and personally I have probs writing that because it seems _so_ simpery. He really _did_ have the whole tortured-Anne-Rice sort of thing going, didn't he. God, what a brooder. ::rolls her eyes:: >If you know what I'm talking about, please send me *anything* that you >feel I should consider. I think it all depends on your perceptions of the character when he had his soul. Unfortunately, I don't really know how to help...but I'd like input on this sort of thing, as well, 'cause I had to restructure part of "Two Ships" (which I just posted) because I realized halfway through a Buffy/Angel exchange that I had no idea of how to write him ::sigh:: I think writing for him if/when he gets his soul back might be a megaproblem for quite a few writers out there. Personally, I know I can write the mushy scenes between them, but it seems like he sort of...doted and hovered a lot, when he was good, and I can't say I'm good at integrating that sort of thing into non- romantic fics. So, I'd like to know any insights anybody has, as well. :) Rachel ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 8 May 1998 16:46:47 EDT From: Aglx Subject: BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (6/?) Title: Love's Revival (6/?) Author: Michelle Email Addy: Aglx@aol.com Rating: PG Spoiler: All episodes up to Killed By Death Feedback: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!! Disclaimer: Buffy and the gang belong to Joss Whedon, the WB, etc. The Story and the characters not part of the regular cast are mine! Sumary: Buffy and Angel cope with the thought of love between eachother while Angel is still evil. Buffy must face some old horrors as well as some new ones. IMPORTANT: Sequal to The Dark One Series. This story is explained as best as I could to fill in the blanks but you have to read "The Dark One" to understand it. You can check it out as well as all my other stories at: http://members.aol.com/aglx/fanfic.html < --- Changed Address Sorry this took me so long to get out, I've been busy! I'll have parts 7 - 13 out soon! Love's Revival Part 6 "You shouldn't worry about Angel, pet. You ate enough for the both of you tonight," Spike chuckled as he entered the warehouse with Dru wrapped in his embrace. Several vampires followed them, and scattered throughout the building. "Let's go to bed. Daylight is coming soon," Drusilla smiled as she looked deep into her lover's eyes. "Yes, lets," he said as he lifted her into his arms. She caressed his face and kissed him softly. Drusilla's smile faded away and she dropped bonelessly into Spike's arms. "Dru!" "She's coming. She's coming back," Dru's voice was faint as her eyes rolled back into her head. "Who? Dru, who's coming back?" With his hands full, Spike gently shook her. "Savarah," she moaned. "Great. Just what we need," Spike said as he carried Dru upstairs. _________ Angel continued to sit motionlessly by the window. The drapes were closed, but he stared at them as if he were looking right through them. "Angel," came a sly voice from the doorway. He turned quickly and saw Savarah's beautiful figure standing before him. Quickly, he rose and forced a demonic grin. "Didn't I kill you?" "Yes, I'm afraid you did," Savarah said as she moved closer to him. "So why are you still here?" He asked, making every attempt he could to hide his shock with sarcasm. "I have some unfinished business. Just thought I'd drop by." "How nice," he said as he plopping back down into his chair. "I think you know your way out." "Oh, don't tell me you're one to hold a grudge? It was just a little bet, and besides, you didn't loose anything." She walked over to the chair and stood behind him. "Look, if you want Buffy, take her. But leave me out of it!" he yelled, avoiding eye contact with her. Savarah ran her hand down his chest. Despite himself, he shivered at her touch. "Sorry, can't. You see, you're my little secret weapon," she whispered in his ear. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Angel snarled, yanking her hand away and turning to look in her eyes. "You'll find out soon enough." Laughing slightly, she waltzed out of the room. "Bitch," Angel muttered as she left. "I heard that," Savarah yelled from the main room. "You were supposed to!" Angel cried, his eyes narrowing to little slits. He took a deep breath and slammed his hands down on the arms of the chair. End Part 6 The more feedback I get, the more writting I do! ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 May 1998 15:53:24 -0700 From: LadySun Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 6) Here's quick shorty I had to get done before I do anything. Have fun. Charlotte Sometimes (Part 6) "Ouch!" Drusilla jumped turning around as the seamstress apologized fast enough to stab her with another needle "Oh, ow! Are we almost done?" Drusilla turned to her mother. She'd lost at least a pint of blood over this stupid dress... for a stupid dance she had no desire to go to. Dru's mother smiled at her child, tapping the top of her nose, in an effort to get her daughter to stand up straight. It worked as Dru stood there, cringing as the needles embedded themselves in her skin. She was all but shocked as she watched her mother give an absurd amount of money to the semester for poking holes in her body. So, True. It was one of the most elegant gowns she'd ever seen. Let alone worn. But how worthy could it all be. They walked out into the cold. The sun was just setting and she cursed inside, pouting that she had spent the whole days at the semesters. ~ He watched baffled as Drusilla walked out of the shop. Angelus shook his head. What was he doing? Stalking a 17 year old girl? He needed to get a life. Perhaps and Unlife in this case. He walked closer to the beauty that held his fascination, making no note to stay out of her range of view. He wanted to run to her, to kiss her, hold her, to hurt her, make her his. He breathed in, looking at her dress as she got into the carriage, beautiful, running behind her, traveling in the grains of the road, her hair swinging around her waist no longer up upon her head... He had to meet with her. - -- ~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~ SD - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html FK - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/FK/index.html 'We look before and After, and pine for what is not; our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thought...' The Cure (Wish) ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 May 1998 15:54:26 -0700 From: LadySun Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 7) Charlotte Sometimes (part 7) Lydia continued to pout for all her worth as Drusillas' few servants filed around her, curling her hair with a hot iron and making up her face with thick powders. "It's not fair! I want to go to the ball, and wear a long flowing dress, and dance with all the gentlemen. Why does Dru get to go? She always has the most fun" Drusilla, carefully avoiding the hot iron, bent down to Lydia whom was sitting on the floor inches away from tears. "Don't pout Lydia. You wouldn't want to go if you knew the truth," She said, cautiously, eyeing Lydia in a secretive manner. Lydia perked up and stood up on her knees. "What truth?" she whispered to Dru. The elder sister looked away. "I don't know," she said looking away. "I shouldn't tell you" "Please!" Lydia begged, suddenly forgetful of the fit she'd been having moments before. "Well, okay. But you mustn't tell anyone!" "I swear Dru! I won't tell a soul" The maids all looked at each other with a smile as they continued to primp Dru up for the dance. "Well" Drusilla began sitting up straight again. "For one, the rooms are filled with nothing but old ladies gossiping about this and that-" "Like what?" Lydia interrupted.=20 "Well, like which maiden is dancing with the Caytons son. That will come up, often as I assume" She said, changing her voice to that of a stuck up manner "What all the girls are wearing, who showed up. Who-"=20 "Okay, okay." Lydia interrupted again, wanting to know more details "what else?" "Well" Drusilla looked around for a minute trying to think of the last ball she'd been to "It's hot and stuffy. You can't even stand still without fainting. All the people gather in selective rooms and it's murder. Many of the women bring fans, but that helps none. By the end of the day your corset has left large round bruises and your feet sting for a week." Lydia cringed. There was long pause before Lydia looked back up at Dru again. "When will you be back?" She asked hopeful "Long after you're asleep I should think" Lydia was about to go into another tantrum when the door opened.=20 "Drusilla?" Isabelle peeked into the door. "Oh! Drusilla! You look absolutely stunning!" Isabelle came running over to her daughter and turned Drusilla so she faced the mirror. "Look at you." Isabelle ran her hand over Drusilla's cheeks.=20 Look at me? Drusilla wondered staring at the stranger in the mirror. I look to fake, like I might chip if anyone touches me. She gave her mother a nice smile. Any man to fall for this is shallow, her mind yelled at her ~ Angelus let the dead man's body drop on the cold ground, wiping his chin of the remaining droplets. Ripping the mans jacket off the body Angelus put it on, smiling at the perfect fit.=20 He was perfect for the dance tonight. ~ "Now remember!" Isabelle said as her husband greeted them down the stairs with a smile. "Yes, Chin up, smile curtly and bow before dancing" Drusilla said trying to sound enthusiastic =09 Her mother immediately began to have a fit at Dru's interruption=20 "Drusilla! This is of utmost importance=85" She didn't hear the rest of her mother's words, she looked up at her father instead, he was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for the two to come down, and rolling his eyes at Isabelles' ever growing fanatics "All right mother. I promise. I'll be good." "Yes!" Isabelle smiled as the they reached the bottom of the steps=20 "This will be so much fun, you just wait!" - --=20 ~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~ SD - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html FK - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/FK/index.html 'We look before and After, and pine for what is not; our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest=20 thought...' The Cure (Wish) ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #167 ****************************** To subscribe to buffyfic or buffyfic-digest, send the command subscribe buffyfic-digest or subscribe buffy to majordomo@xmission.com. 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