From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #307 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Tuesday, August 18 1998 Volume 02 : Number 307 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: Capeside: the Hellmouth (13/?) BUFFYFIC: Broken Bonds (Part 10) BUFFYFIC: Do You? (1/1) BUFFYFIC: The Final Battle (3/3) 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: Sun, 16 Aug 1998 22:09:12 -0700 From: taygeta@juno.com (Charity C. T.) Subject: BUFFYFIC: Capeside: the Hellmouth (13/?) TITLE: Capeside: the Hellmouth #13 Weird Happenings AUTHOR: Taygeta E-MAIL: taygeta@juno.com DISTRIBUTION: Sure...just tell me where it's gonna go. RATING: PG SERIES: A Dawson's Creek/Buffy Crossover DISCLAIMER: The characters and any other reference to Dawson's Creek are the property of, creator, Kevin Williamson. The characters portrayed and in reference to Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to its creator Joss Whedon, and it's owners Mutant Enemy Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, Sandollar Productions, and 20th Century Fox. In other words, they do not belong to me and I am just borrowing them. The only thing that is mine is this weird story. No copyright infringement is intended. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Capeside: the Hellmouth #13 Weird Happenings By: Taygeta "Uh…Mrs. Lindley…can you excuse us?" Xander said uneasily, giving back her locket as he quickly walked out of the room with Buffy. "X-Xander…Jen's mom's - " Buffy tried to say, but she couldn't bring the words to come out of her mouth. "Shhh…" he said softly, shaking his head as he looked at her with concern, leading her to the elevator, "Come on, I think you need some air." Joey approached them, "Guys, Dawson just came and he's going to take care of patrolling with Ms. Calendar and Giles. Buffy…are you okay?" "I'm fine…I just need to get outta here for a sec," the slayer mumbled as she walked past her. "Xander…what's wrong?" He glanced at her and said, "I - I'll explain everything later." And so they headed towards the elevator, leaving a confused Joey to contemplate the situation that was in occurrence. "It doesn't make sense, Xander!" said Buffy as she sat on one of the benches outside of Capeside Medical Center, "She's *my* Mom…not Jen's…Joyce Summers…not the other Mrs. Lindley!" Xander sat beside Buffy with a sigh, "I know it seems really weird and it *is* really weird, but just like everyone else we used to know…Willow, Oz, Ms. Calendar, Druscilla, Cordelia, Spike…they're all different. I know it's not the same as finding out that your mom is someone else's mom, but this isn't our world, Buffy…as much as we're going to try and make things work for the better…it's never going to be our world." "Don't you think I haven't realized that before?" she said, "But this goes beyond weird, Xander…this is like - this is my mom not being my mom!" "And my mom's probably not my mom, either, but if I let it really bug me…if I contemplate and digress tell no end…where am I going to be?" Xander replied with a tired shrug. Buffy looked at him and shook her head, "You'd be Xander…at least the Xander that I could say I knew." With that she stood up and began to walk away and heard him call out to her, "Where are you going?" "Patrolling!" she yelled as she continued to stomp away and she heard him run after her. "Wait…didn't you hear what Joey said - " he began as he touched her should tentatively. She shrugged his hand away in frustration and looked at him with blazing eyes, "Look, you may have changed…hell, I probably did a tiny bit of the Kent/Superman switch myself, but one thing's for sure…I'm still the slayer. And I'll be damned if dimensions are going to take that away from me. I may have been the thorn of the century back home, but it's the only thing I've got left of home, and I intend to keep that." "Hold on, what about Giles? What about our friendship?" he asked and although he didn't continue further, she knew he wanted to say, "What about me?" Buffy turned around and said to him, "You don't understand, Xander…you used to, but you don't anymore…" and with that she left him to stand in surprise and confusion. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Dawson rammed the stake into the vampire's chest and it shattered into dust before their eyes, "Three." "W-what?" Giles said as he looked at the good vampire. "I said, three…that's - as Buffy would say - three baddies in one night, something's up…I can feel it," he said as he glanced at the Watchers warily in their graveyard setting. "You can feel it? I can feel it," said Ms. Calendar with a sigh, "God, we haven't had to deal with this many vampires in one night since…well since never, what about you Rupert?" "We have seen in a night a few times before, but that was only when a matter of definite evil urgency was at hand," said Giles, "Something is definitely wrong…I best hit the books tonight…" "Research party…the life of a Watcher, count me in," she replied, "and I promise not to spill coffee on anything, but we've got to finish patrolling…Dawson can't - " "I can take care of it," a voice said from behind them and they all turned to see Buffy. Giles blinked in surprise before he said, "B-Buffy…h-how is Jen?" "She's stable, but still in critical condition," she said, "I think she'll be okay, but if evilly spookily things are up and about, whatever they are, I'm not too sure about us." "Gotcha," Jenny said with a nod, "Come on bookworm…" Giles and Jenny walked away and they could hear him say, "I rather resent that particular name…" "They like each other," Dawson said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Tell me about it," she replied, "Can they be more obvious?" "Sort of like you and Xander…" he added shrewdly. Buffy gave him a Look, "Did your vampire perception go off the scale of whacked?" "The cognition of my demonolatry has nothing to do with the fact that you like Xander and he likes you," he replied. "Well excuse me if the 'cognition of your demonolatry' has everything to do with it because you are so wrong," she said. Dawson's eyebrows raised slightly, "Am I really? Are you trying to tell me that you don't like Xander?" "You're good with words…define like," she said in a fleeing manner. "You know what I mean," he said and this time he gave her a Look. Sighing, she rested against one of the various grave markers that aligned the large expanse of cemetery ground, "I can say I do, but then I'll be kind of lying because I don't really know him anymore, at least I don't think I do." "Xander hasn't changed much from my initial meeting with him. He's still got his sarcastic demeanor to hide behind, he's still as aggravating to Giles as ever, and - " "You've only known him for a few months…I've known him a little longer than…" she interjected. "And," Dawson continued, "he's still in love with you as ever." She glanced at him and answered, "Like you are with Joey?" "Oh, come on, Buffy, I'm a vampire…she's…she's half werewolf…it's like Fate's telling us we can never be." "Well, maybe there is no Fate, did you ever think of that?" the slayer argued, "Do you suppose Fate caused me, Giles, and Xander to cross dimensional paths - cross dimensional paths - I've definitely been hanging around you guys too much." "Don't tell me your…um…wigged, now?" She stared at him for a second and then she patted his shoulder lightly, "Dawson, that was just a little too spooky. I don't think Fate intended for you to use that word." "No, I don't think it did…hey… I thought you didn't believe in - " he began and all of a sudden, dirt covered arms grabbed his neck. His game face was instantly formed and he threw the demon forward with all of his vampiric strength. Buffy kicked him in the stomach, and jabbed his face until he hit the mausoleum wall, where she thrust the stake she held into his heart and his body shattered into ashes. "Four," she said in-between deep breaths and she swallowed, "Something is definitely on the up." "Do you suppose Fate has anything to do with it?" "I don't know about that, but I'm pretty sure Cordelia and Pacey have everything to do with it…whatever *it* is." _____________________________________________________________________ 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: Mon, 17 Aug 1998 20:54:19 -0500 From: uzenet@videotron.ca Subject: BUFFYFIC: Broken Bonds (Part 10) Title: Broken Bonds (Part 10) Author: Northlight email: uzenet@videotron.ca Summary: Giles disappears. Buffy gets a new Watcher. Bad things happen. Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all recognizable characters. Notes: It's been forever since I posted this story, so if you've forgotten what it's about head over to Irene Blackwell strode through the rubble filled halls towards the Watcher's Council, her lips compressed into a thin, unhappy line. Things had been tense for months, and the explosion of those tensions had proved to be anything than manageable. She stepped over a piece of shattered wall with a grimace. Watcher's sought knowledge. They fought their battles through parchments and written texts, not with the violence that these halls had recently seen. The ornate door to the Watchers Council chamber swung open beneath Irene's overly zealous push, emitting her into the room. The room, once elegantly understated as befitting the studious and learned men and women who occupied it, was now in shambles. What was far more disturbing than the physical destruction of the chamber was the absence of some of it's members. Irene still found it difficult to accept some of the Watchers they had lost in the recent fight. "Charles!" Irene said, her voice harsher than she had expected. The man turned away from the overturned table he had been trying to upright in order to face her. "Irene," he nodded politely though his face looked strained. "I thought that you were organizing the search for--" She cut him off with a brusque shake of her head. "We have more important things to deal with, Charles. Namely, the Hellmouth." Charles blinked. "What about it? This crisis shouldn't have affected Sunnydale -- we contained it here!" He looked ill as Irene shook her head once more. "Unfortunately, some of them made it to Sunnydale. Simon just contacted me -- someone was after Rupert Giles, forcing him to flee. Tyler is now acting as the Slayer's Watcher, and Simon has seen hints of several others within the town." "If he's right..." Charles trailed off unhappily. "With the texts and magics that they have and the power of the Hellmouth things have the potential to become very messy." "That's why I'm heading to Sunnydale." "You're leaving?!" Irene smiled thinly. "I don't have much choice. Simon has been out of the loop for a while now, and Rupert's been so busy with his Slayer that I doubt that he's all that involved with Watcher news himself." "Good luck, Irene," Charles said simply. She was right, there wasn't anything else that they could do. Irene turned on her heel and strode out of the chamber. She had a plane to catch and a crisis to avert. ~End Part 10~ ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 17 Aug 1998 20:57:57 EDT From: Subject: BUFFYFIC: Do You? (1/1) Title: Do you? Author: Meg R-C (RcCola503@aol.com) Feedback: I beg you, please! This is my first piece so I need to know how to improve Distribution: If you want it, take it, just send me the url Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 (there is mention of rape, but nothing beyond that) Content: Hospitals, angst, Buffy/Angel relationship, Angel/Joyce confrontation Spoilers: set after Passion Summary: Buffy was attacked and raped by college boys, and Angel is by her hospital bed wondering why he didn't go to her right after the restoration of his soul, when he had the chance Do You? by Meg R-C I never had a chance to save her. Why couldn't she have waited like she was supposed to? Why did she have to be so damned stubborn and loyal? Of all the things that would place her here, in this hospital, I never thought it would be a human. Against humans she's powerless, evil without a demon catches her off gaurd. Everday she fights for them, and this is how they repay her. By tying her down, beating her, and, oh god, raping her one by one. How they hurt her, worse than the Master, or Spike, or even Angelus ever could. And they were demons, they had an excuse for harming others, and she could kill them. But not a human being. Not a living, breathing soul. And certainly not three young college boys, with souls and feelings, and their whole lives ahead of them. Thats how they got her. She couldn't understand how the very ones she was risking her life to protect, could be the ones that destroyed her. And I wasn't there for her. I was off brooding, feeling sorry for myself, lost in my own guilt. I cut her off when I needed her the most, and consequentially I wasn't there when she needed me more. Ever since she restored my soul. One minute I was standing under a tree, watching helplessly she and Angelus battled, and the next she was staring down at me, and I was back in my body. So I ran. I pushed her away, and fled the pain in her eyes. I was so guilt ridden and intent on seeing the pain that I misses the love that came whenever she looked at me. I missed the gentle tone in her voice as she spoke my name. I blinded myself to see and hear only her pain and non-existant hatred. When I finally awoke it was too late. She wanted to show me her love and her trust, and so she came to me. When they let her go, thinking her dying, she fled to my apartment. Not the library, or the Bronze, both which were closer. She didn't run home, to Willow, or to Xander, but to me. Because she loved me, because she forgave me. It was her last attempt to show me what I could not see on my own. And it came too late. Now she lies here, unconcious on this hospital bed. Next to her the heart monitor beeps steadily. What would I do if it stopped? I could never live without her. I could no longer exist without her presence. She was the light that saved me from eternal darkness. Oh God, let her live! Suddenly I heard shouts from outside. Mrs. Summers, Giles, and the Slayerettes had arrived. I prepared myself to face Buffy's mom. How would she react after our last meeting? I was about to find out. The door swung open. Mrs. Summers rushed to her daughter's side, too wracked with grief to even notice me. I felt Willow by my side. "What happened?" She asked, her large eyes brimming over with unfed tears. "Was it...?" She broke off, aware Mrs. Summers was listening intently for my response. I shook my head, "No. From what I could gather from Buffy before she passed out was that it was three college guys she recognized from the Bronze. She said they beat her and..." I fought back tears as my voice broke. Willow placed a comfoting hand on my arm. "And they took turns raping her." Mrs. Summers wimpered and tightened her grip on Buffy's hand. "My baby," she murmered. "How did you find her?" Giles broke the silence that had fallen as we all struggled to hold back tears. "I didn't. She came to my apartment. I just had time to bring her inside and find out what had happened before she passed out." "She came to you?!" Mrs. Summers asked increduously. " I thought you two had broken up." I smiled sadly at the simplicity of the statement/question, and the complexity of its answer. "Technically, we did," I said, praying she would leave it at that, and spare me from going into any farther detail. No such luck, "What do you mean 'technically'? The last time I saw you Buffy was chanting Latin curses to keep you away from the house, and warning me to avoid going out at night to keep from meeting up with you because you were dangerous. What exactly does 'technically' mean?!" Mrs. Summers looked like she was about to wig out, not that I could blame her. If I were in her position I would have killed me a long time ago. And Buffy's current condition had tripled her motherly instincts and increased herprotectiveness ten-fold. I glanced at Giles for help. And to my surprise, it was Xander who came to my rescue. "Mrs. Summers, calm down. Angel would never hurt Buffy, when you saw him he wasn't ... uh... quite hisself. But he loves her, and she loves him, and that's why she went to him. No other reasons." That you can ever know, I added silently to myself, shooting Xander a surprised look of thanks. He looked back at me and I could tell how much it had pained him to say that. Butabove that was the trust, love, and faith in the tiny blond girl laying in the hospital bed. He would do anything for her, even if it meant protecting me when she couldn't. He loved her enough to defend his worst enemy, the not- quite-man he feared, for her, because thats what she would want. That was why he was the one who found the curse, why he was the one to restore my soul. I asked had him why he did it early that night, when he was walking home alone and our paths crossed. "OK, dead guy, see if you can get this. I have two choices, restore your soul, or "lose" the curse. Basically I'm choosing between you and Angelus, which do I hate more?And the only reason Angelus won that round is because he killed Miss Calender, tried to kill Willow, tried to kill me, and would have killed Buffy. Because eventually he would have gotten her, she could never kill Angelus because he wore your face. So in the end she would have died, and I'd rather have Buffy alive and with you than no Buffy at all." I nodded at him, and turned to walk away. "I know we're going to lose her. She'll die and another Slayer will be called. Sooner or later she will be gone, and with Angelus around it would have been sooner." He called at me. I turned to face him, "Angelus is still around." He shook his head, "Not according to the people that matter." Mrs. Summers sat back, subdued, and I returned my thoughts to the present. Giles patted her on the shoulder, "Come Joyce, lets get some coffee." She shook her head, "I want to stay here with Buffy." Giles motioned to the rest of us, "Lets leave her alone. We can get food in the cafeteria, and you can call your parents." "Angel can stay," Mrs. Summers said, her eyes boring into mine. "Very well then, come children," Giles ushered the three Slayerettes out of the room, leaving Mrs. Summers and I in uncomfortable silence. She was still staring at me when finally she spoke, "Is what Xander said true? Did you love my daugher?" I looked back at her, knowing that she deserved the truth, at least as much as I could give her. "Yes," I told her honestly, "I love Buffy more than anything else in this world, and I would never hurt her." "But you did," she argued, "You did hurt her. She thinks that I don't see things, that I don't understand. But I know what heartbreak looks like, Angel, and I saw it in my daughter. Everynight for months I fell asleep listening to her sobs." Her words pierced my soul, even though I already knew everything she just told me. Angelus used to sit outside Buffy's window and watch her cry, reveling in her pain. But to hear them spoken outloud by an outsider who really knew nothing, hurt more than the memories. The memories weren't mine, they were his, but these words were directed towards me, and well-deserved. Mrs. Summers changed tactics after failing to get a response from me, "I'm going to talk to the doctor. See that your still here when I get back." After she left I leaned forward, knowing full well that if she were anything like her daughter she was just outside the door, listening to every word I said. But I didn't care. The love of my eternal life lay spread out before me on the white hospital bed, in a coma that she might never awaken from. This could be my last chance to right what I had wronged. "Buffy," I began, faltering, not knowning what to say, any excuses I might have had dying on my lips. "I understand. I'm just so afraid of hurting you." I took her tiny hand into mine, "I'm was so afraid of looking into your eyes and seeing my own self-hatred mirrored in them. I couldn't have taken that, to know that you hated me when I loved you so much. I know you blamed yourself for what happened, but don't. None of it was your fault, you never could have known. And if it wasn't that night, it would have been some other night. "It wasn't sex Buffy, I hope you know that. That wasn't the one moment of happiness. Every time before that you had said 'I love you' I always had a doubt. I never believed that you could ever love me. That night I finally believed you. You made yourself completely vulnerable to me, put all your faith and trust and love into me, even knowning what I was, and what I had done. The moment that I finally realized that you loved me as much as I loved you, that was the moment Buffy. That was the one true moment of happiness." I paused, "I love you more than anything else that has ever existed. I no longer regret telling Darla to 'show me her world' because it brought me to you. You are the only reason that I exist, that I have yet to see the sun." "Did my daughter love you as much as you loved her?" I swirled around, shocked that I hadn't sensed her presence earlier. But before I could open my mouth to response the sweetest voice in the entire world beat me to it. "Of course I do, Mom. What kind of question is that?" ~End~ Okay, this is my first piece of work so please be kind! ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 18 Aug 1998 05:16:09 -0700 From: NightHunter Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Final Battle (3/3) See Part 1 for discliamer Feedback Please Final Battle (3/3) Xander let out an inhuman scream of rage that someone would dare to take his children. "OK Giles, now what?" Buffy asked holding a cloth to Willows side to try and stop the bleeding. "Now we fight back!" said Giles taking a communicator out of his pocket. "This Watcher Prime, I need a full Med Evac and transport at my location NOW!" In less then a minute a loud roar was heard as the Watcher Med Carrier landed in front of the house. The Medwatchers ran into the house putting Willow on a stretcher. As they stabalized her, they took her back to the Med Carrier. A young girl in a blue uniform with the insignia of the Watcher Air Core entered the house. "Sir, Watcher Sat 1 has traced the teleport signature of the Demon. We have located their strong hold in the carpatheon mountains." "Alright, let's go. Signal Watcher HQ to dispatch all units to that location. Its time we fought back." said Giles as they, boarded the Shuttle. 15 minutes later at the castle strong hold: "Sir, Watcher First Class Stewert reporting, all ground forces are at the ready and awaiting the orders of the Slayer." "Then move out!" ordered Buffy. No sooner was the command out of her mouth when the Watcher ground forces attacked. Loud explosions could be heard from the hand grenades and missiles. The vampires were being blown to pieces and blood was everywhere. The ground forces begin to move forward when a loud roar was heard. It came from the back of the castle. A giant Dragon demon stepped out its breath of fire lashing out causing the ground troops to scream in pain as the flames burned them to ash. "Pull back!" yelled Buffy. She then turned to Giles, "Now what?" "Watch!" replied Giles. "This is Watcher Airbase, we are now descending, prepare to engage enemy." came a voice from the communicator. Buffy eyes almost fell out of her head when she looked up to see the Watcher Airbase. (It was the size of three super Carriers) descending. Then, she watched as giant weapon batteries moved to target the creature. She could barely blink before twin laser cannons fired powerful beams of light, which hit the creature, blasting off large chunks of flesh and bone. The blood boiled faster then it could gush from the opens wounds. The creature roar in pain as the weapons fired again and again until only a pool of smoking gore remained. "This is Watcher Airbase. Prepare to receive armored attack core." the communicator relayed. The Airbase descended closer to the ground as armored men and women jumped to the ground. They formed an armored battle line. They brought their weapons to bear and fired at the castle walls which exploded outward leaving a large hole. Buffy and Xander quickly moved and entered the castle heading right for the throne room. They entered to see a large horned red demon sitting on the throne. "So, you came to see the little ones die?" said the Demon with blood dripping from its mouth and eyes blazing like fire. "Like hell you will!" yelled Xander letting the Demon within have free rain. Buffy watched as Xander changed growing bat like wings. They burst from his back. His face became demonic, twin horns pushed their way from his head and his teeth became sharp fangs. Xander leaped into the air attacking the red demon, only to be thrown back against a wall. The sound of bones breaking moved Buffy into action. She threw herself onto the red demon. As she fought to get a grip on it, Xander launched himself once again at the demon. His blood pouring from the wounds left by the creatures claws. The Red Demon threw both of them from his person. "Asteroth, Join me once again!" said the Demon to Xander. "Never! I'll see you returned to hell, even if it kills me!" As Asteroth/Xander made to attack once again, Buffy noticed that the crystal arm band she wore started to pulse, giving off a bright white light that exploded. Then in a flash a majestic creature with wings like a dove appeared. It was holding a blazing sword of fire in one hand and chains of light in the other. The chains flew from his hands and wrapped themselves around the demon which screamed in rage. "It is the decree of He who sits on high that you be taken from this place, to be chained at the center of this Galaxy and surrounded by a great barrier. There you will remain with your demons for eternity" Said the Winged One. The Red Demon Screamed as it vanished from sight. Another winged Creature approached Buffy carrying her two children. "Come!" Said the First Creature. As Buffy exited the castle she saw a massive place of light descending from the sky. It was surrounded by thousands of the winged creatures. Asteroth/Xander turned to the first creature and dropped to his knees. "I am ready to accept my punishment, Michael." "Rise, Asteroth, for your time of exile is over. By the decree of He who sits on high your place in the heavenly host is returned to you." said Michael. With that Xander And Asteroth split into two beings. Everyone watched in amazement as a white light descended. The white light engulfed Asteroth and when it vanished he stood once again, his proud white dove-like wings flapping. He soared into the sky; forgiven. "There is one more thing Buffy." said Michael moving over to her. "This world has overcome the evil that was here and no longer needs a Slayer. Go live, love, and be happy." Michael's wings begin to flap. He returned to the sky and the place of light begins to ascend. Before it vanished from sight one last beam of light hit the Earth and when it faded they look to see Oz standing alone. Xander ran over clasping his back. "OZ, you old dog! There's someone waiting for you" With that out, the heroes board the Watcher Carrier. They left for the hospital to bring a very special get well gift to Willow. It the place of light a small black and white cat hops up into the lap of an old man "Fizzgig last of the mages your place has been prepeared." Then in as flash of light they come all the guardion Mages that had even been. And for the first time Fizzgigg knew that he was home, and that the battle was over. Never The End ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #307 ****************************** 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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