From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #209 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Saturday, May 30 1998 Volume 02 : Number 209 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: Repercussions, (6/?) by Andrea BUFFYFIC: Broken Bonds (Part 8) BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (29/?) by Ingrid BUFFYFIC: Discuss: The 'classics' of Buffyfic... BUFFYFIC: The Rewards of Happiness (1/1) 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, 29 May 1998 10:28:35 PDT From: "Andrea Newbery" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Repercussions, (6/?) by Andrea Disclaimers in part one. Comments or complaints to anewbery@hotmail.com Xander's bedroom August 19, 1998 He lay in bed, Whistler's words haunting him. Pictures of the last few years flashing through his mind. Buffy's face as she went to kill Angel. Angel's face as he told him Buffy was dead, that he had no breath to save her. The look in Giles eyes after Ms. Calendar's death. Angel saving Giles, Willow and himself from certain death in the boiler room. Willow's fear when Angel had grabbed her in the hallway. The night after he had lost his soul. Willow's hatred when she found out that he hadn't told Buffy she was trying the curse. The depression that had settled over Buffy like a shroud after Angel had changed. Her face, laughing, as she talked about Angel, and how they weren't slaves to their passion. The fear and determination in her eyes when she thought Spike and Dru would kill Angel. The look on both their faces after she had saved him, in the church. Her words after he had staked Theresa, her horror at what had become of her love. The way he had gone all game face with worry about Buffy when she had gone to the frat party. Angel in the hallway when Buffy was in the hospital. The demon who wanted Buffy to suffer. Buffy's face when he had accused her of wanting to forget Ms. Calendar's death so she could get her boyfriend back. The Angel who had been so worried about Buffy on her birthday. He drifted off to sleep, visions of the Angel who had fought with them, to save the world, to save Buffy interchanging with the Angel who had killed Ms. Calendar and almost destroyed Buffy. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 29 May 1998 19:15:39 -0400 From: uzenet@videotron.ca Subject: BUFFYFIC: Broken Bonds (Part 8) Title: Broken Bonds (Part 8) Author: Northlight email: uzenet@videotron.ca Thanks: Leslie Summary: Giles disappears and bad things start to happen. Disclaimer: They aren't mine. Angel made his way through the empty halls of the school on silent feet. He was heading towards the library to speak to Giles. 'And seeing Buffy would be a definite plus,' he thought, a small smile curving his lips at the thought of the Slayer. The smile faded as his mind turned back to the matter at hand. There was something happening-- something big. The whole blasted town seemed to throb with pent up energy. It was making Angel edgy, especially since this was one thing that had totally stumped him. The sound of blows emanating from the library caught Angel's attention. He moved towards the door and peeked in through the window. He blinked in surprise at what he saw. As he had expected, Buffy was training. But the man she was sparing with was most assuredly not Rupert Giles. Buffy's eyes were narrowed as she smashed her fist into the padded man's stomach. By the glint in her eyes, Angel could clearly see that she wouldn't have minded pounding her sparring partner without the protection. 'What the Hell's happening here?" the confused vampire wondered as he pushed the door open and slid into the library. He didn't speak, so as not to break his lurking in the dark routine any. He merely waited for Buffy's senses to pick him up. He didn't have long to wait. With a final, sharp jab towards the man's jaw, Buffy swirled around gracefully to face Angel. She smiled at him. Her obvious delight at his presence warmed his scarred and battered heart. "Angel!" His name was said on a sigh of relief as she moved to him. "Who?" Buffy's punching bag questioned with a pained grunt. He looked up, and his dark eyes widening in horror as he saw who it was that stood in the room with them. Angel tensed instinctively as he saw the look in the man's eyes. He had seen that look of total, unreasoning hatred more times than he cared to remember. The man's hand twitched, and a moment later, he was barreling towards the vampire, cross in hand. Angel was prepared. He calmly stepped aside, avoiding both man and cross. "Stop it!" Buffy screamed as Tyler readied himself for another try at Angel. She reached out and snagged the back of his collar. "What do you think you're doing!?" Tyler was snarling as he looked at Angel. "Are you blind, girl?! This creature is a vampire! A demon!" "He's my friend!" Tyler stared at her in horror. "The Slayer -- friends with a vampire?" His lips twisted in disgust, his hand still clenched around the cross. "Slayers are not friends with vampires -- they slay them! Or had that simple fact escaped your notice?" Buffy glared at Tyler, her eyes narrowing angrily at his scornful tone. These days, she found herself becoming angry more often than ever before. "I am quite aware of that fact. But Angel is different. He has a soul, and he's helped me--" "I don't care what he claims, he is a monster! You have to destroy him!" Tyler spat, pulling himself out of Buffy's grip. He pointedly backed away from Angel, his cross still held out before him. "I'm not going to destroy him!" Buffy ground out, "and I'm not going to let you hurt him either. So put the cross away, or I'll do it for you!" Angel, who had been watching the heated exchange between Slayer and 'Watcher' silently up until that moment, finally broke his silence. He turned towards Buffy, one eye still trained on the whacko with the cross. "I think that I'd better leave now, Buffy. I'd rather not have to put you through anymore of his tantrums needlessly." "You came here for a reason, and I have some things that I have to talk to you about. So why don't I go with you, cause I've most definitely had enough of him." "Leave?" Tyler gasped. "With him? I am not going to let you do anything so foolish! Didn't Rupert teach you anything?" Angel growled slightly at Tyler's increasingly enraged tones. He felt Buffy tense at his side, and Angel had to consciously restrain himself from attacking the loud mouthed fool. "Come on, Angel," Buffy said softly. "Let's get out of here." Angel cradled Buffy's trembling hand as they made their way out of the library. She leaned into him, feeling truly safe for the first time since Giles had disappeared. End Part 8 ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 29 May 1998 20:10:47 -0400 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (29/?) by Ingrid DISCLAIMER: The characters? They ain’t mine. SUMMARY: Here come the portals… FEEDBACK: I hate feedback. Don’t send it. (Just kidding. - Does anybody ever *not* want feedback? REQUESTS FOR PARTS: Give ‘em here! (Ingrid29@juno.com) NOTE: Hey, I’ve got some time to kill (between projects and recitals) before finals come crashing down on my head. ‘Time to write,’ I always say… ********* "Reunion," by Ingrid Part Twenty-one: "Holes" ********* Cordelia peeked around a tall bush. "Nothing. I don’t see anything." "Me neither," Xander answered, joining her near the closest clump of trees. He could still see the house in the distance, all lit up. He could almost picture the baby inside, in the arms of the sitter, oblivious in sleep. How many gifts did they stand to lose tonight? Suddenly, Cordelia started backwards, snapping him out of his reverie. "There it is!" He followed the aim of her finger, noticing ahead in the clearing something not wholly identifiable. It was large and gold, phosphorescent and shimmering. "Corin!" His wife called the little slayer, who’d been nosing around near the thick patch of trees to their right. She came running up obediently. Cordelia turned to him and nodded. He hesitated. This could be the last time they ever saw this world. He looked around at the lush greenery and listened to the breathing of wind and the crickets together. Then Cordelia tugged at his arm. "We’ve got to hurry," she urged, "Willow said the entrances wouldn’t remain open for a long time. They were jumping into the unknown. They could jump in there only to watch the whole thing over again. Or, Spike could change it all. "Let’s go," he agreed, and took her hand. He closed his eyes, and went first. ~~~~ It didn’t take Buffy and Angel very long to find another portal. Angel had noticed a glow from behind one of the trees, and immediately came upon a giant one, nearly as tall as the trees themselves. She followed close behind, quickly catching up to him. He stepped forward. "Wait!" She grabbed his arm, and spun him to face her. "I know we should hurry, I know, but… If this doesn’t work out the way we planned… I want you to know that I forgave- I forgive you. Seeing him won’t change that." His face was ashen. "I know," he answered simply. "I love you," she offered, watching the shadows play on his face. Then light. "I love you too." He hugged her briefly before stepping into the light. ~~~~ Willow led Giles around the corner of a tree. He felt strange in her presence; mesmerized, somehow. He was following her as if in a trance. She seemed more to drift than to walk, even with the even, measured steps she was taking. And then as he turned the corner, he saw the most beautiful sight he could ever claim to have seen. Willow’s bright hair shone as she turned back to him from afar, and time froze. A light as bright as the sun reflected off her eyes like it would have a light. She was even more vibrant than she’d been inside, almost one with that brilliant light. She beckoned him toward the portal, and he felt it again, as if he wasn’t in control of his own feet. He was floating towards the light, and she disappeared into it gradually. And then he dissolved. *** End, part 21. Okay, yes, a little short. I’m having another mini- block. It’s really crappy. "Birth is merely the onset of a terminal desease known as life." - -A.L. _____________________________________________________________________ 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, 29 May 98 21:20:18 PDT From: "Sapphire" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Discuss: The 'classics' of Buffyfic... I have a little question for you all. If I wanted to teach someone in the ways of Buffyfic, what would the top 10 best buffyfics of all time be to give them to read? Can be long, can be short. Basically I would like to know what you guys think are the 'classics' of the fanfic community, some that you think every buffyficcer should read, and where to find them. Thoughts? Sapphire: sapphire@chaos.taylored.com DC Mailing list; http://www.busprod.com/aclaybor Keeper of Willow's momentary obsession with sore thumbs, Willow's whimper of sadness for her dead fish and her fake frog fit in = KBD Keeper of Dawson's awe of the 'new' Joey and the song 'On My Own' that = Joey sang to Dawson during the pageant. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 30 May 1998 13:39:07 -0400 From: Jessica Dubois Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Rewards of Happiness (1/1) Title: The Rewards of Happiness (1/1) Author: Jessica Dubois E-mail: Jessica.Dubois@sympatico.ca Distribution: Please ask first. It'll be archived eventually at my own site, The Place Where Forbidden Love Dwells, Rating: PG Summery: It's a short piece, and mostly fluff. Just read it. Disclaimer: I don't own Willow or Angel or any of the gang. Mutant Enemy, Joss Whedon, 'Grr Arg' and 'Aw, I Need A Hug' do. No copyright infringement intended. No profit is being made. Feedback: Yes, please. Author's Note: I've been writing a bunch of these lately. They're aren't really a series, just a set of sorta related stories about Angel and Willow. The Rewards of Happiness By: Jessica Dubois Willow smiled as she realized that everything was coming together. Xander was taking care of refreshments, after being told NOT to only bring Ho-Ho's, Cordelia had entertainment, while Buffy was getting the Bronze prepared. Willow's job was to bring the birthday boy to the Bronze without him figuring out what they were up to. And that wasn't going to be easy... Willow had pried, with a lot of difficulty, Angel's birthday out of Giles. And she had decided that Angel deserved a party. After all, he probably hadn't had one in quite a while... Willow was literally bouncing on her toes as she got to Angel's apartment. It wasn't quite sundown yet, so it would be certain that he was home. She knocked on the door, and, receiving no answer, used the spare key Angel had given her to let herself in. "Angel! You have company!" she yelled. Willow could hear the water running, and assumed he was in the shower, so she sat down to wait, staring intently at his statue. He'd told her what it was of, but she never could remember. Willow smiled yet again as she heard the shower shut off. He was going to be so surprised. Angel was basically her best friend now. Xander didn't really understand her anymore, and Buffy was under so much pressure. She could talk to Angel about anything, and she rarely held back anymore. And she was slowly but surely bringing Angel out of his shell. He had started to really talk to her, and revealed some rather painful memories from his past. Willow guessed that it was inevitable, that the two of them would get to be good friends. They were so similar in some ways... Willow blushed as Angel stepped from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. She squelched that thought, and quickly turned her back to Angel. "I'm sorry, Willow. I guess I didn't hear you come in. What's up?" Willow turned to look at Angel as he shrugged into a shirt. "I'm here to pick you up so that we can go to the Bronze. Remember?" A teasing note entered her voice. "We didn't trust you to show up and actually be seen?" Angel smiled indulgently at Willow. "I remember now. Though I don't see how this is any different from any night." "Well, I guess we were just tired of you playing 'Disappearing Boy', and are taking matters into our own hands." Angel gave Willow a rueful smile, as he slipped his necklace over his head. "We'd better go." Angel stopped, then turned over to his desk. "Oh, I almost forgot. I have something for you." He pulled out a leather-bound book. He handed it to her with mock-formality. "The book you requested, Milady." Willow squealed, and grabbed it. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said as she gave Angel a long hug. "You're the greatest!" Angel smiled, then offered her his hand. She delicately took it, and the two headed off for the Bronze. Their talk on the way there was a typical conversation for them. How Willow was doing in school, what was up with the Slayerettes, what Angel had done during the day, whether he was eating enough. Nothing particularly important. The two arrived at the Bronze, and Willow started inside. "Wait." Angel put a hand on her arm. "I don't like this. It's too quiet." "Angel." Angel looked down a Willow. "Do you trust me?" "Of course." Angel said, looking bewildered. "Then come inside." Angel took her hand, and the two entered the Bronze. Angel was walking carefully, and looking about, as the lights suddenly came up, and the gang yelled "SURPRISE!!!" Angel was shocked. And confused. He wasn't sure why they were doing this. He looked at Willow. "It's your birthday today, Angel," she said gently. Angel did some quick calculations in his head, and realized that she was right. He'd completely forgotten. He looked at Willow, then crushed her into a tight hug. "Um, Angel, I sort of have to breathe..." Willow said faintly. Angel pulled back, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry," he said quietly. Willow grinned. "It's OK. All's forgiven." Angel went over to Buffy, and wrapped his arms around lightly her, holding her. He looked at Willow. "Thank you," he said to Willow, his voice catching on some unidentified emotion. "This means a lot to me." Willow grinned from ear to ear, put on a party hat, and blew into a party favor. The mood of the rest of the night was festive. They had gotten the Bronze for the night, (though the fact that Angel was the owner helped a little,) and partied for hours. Angel and Buffy danced while Xander sent cutting glances their way. Willow smiled. Nothing was going to take this night away from Angel. And for a little while, he could forget, and be with Buffy. And that was the greatest reward of all. Angel's happiness. Fin - -- "Ours is a forbidden love." - Willow, Lie to Me "She's dancing... Dancing with Death!" - Drucilla, IOHE4U Keeper of Willow's Spellcasting Ability Visit my Site The Place Where Forbidden Love Dwells http://www.fortunecity.com/lavendar/attenborough/295/index.html ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #209 ****************************** To subscribe to buffyfic or buffyfic-digest, send the command subscribe buffyfic-digest or subscribe buffy 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. To unsubscribe, send email to majordomo@xmission.com with unsubscribe buffyfic-digest or unsubscribe buffyfic in the body. 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