From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #350 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Monday, October 12 1998 Volume 02 : Number 350 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (24/25) BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (25/25) BUFFYFIC: POEM: Endure by Dreamscape205 BUFFYFIC: I'll Wait (1/1) BUFFYFIC: Capeside: the Hellmouth (15/?) 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, 11 Oct 1998 16:29:46 EDT From: Aglx@aol.com Subject: BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (24/25) Title: Love's Revival (24/25) Author: AnGeL X (Aglx@aol.com) Distrbution: Just Ask & Keep my name attached! Spoilers: Takes place after Becoming Rating: PG-13 Violence & Gore. Come on, it's a fight! Description: Buffy/Angel Love Story. Disclaimer: Plot Mine. Characters all but Savarah aren't mine! I own nothing that's really Buffy, never will, don't sue. Feedback: I live for it. I also refuse to write without it! Without bothering with a thought, Angel lunged at her, hoping that by some small chance, he could catch her off guard. Just as he was about to make contact, Savarah side-stepped him, forcing him to land face first on the cold muddy ground. "You know this really isn't a great place for me to work. How about right over there." With the movement of her hand Savarah lifted Angel off the ground and sent him flying into the cemetery. A headstone broke his fall as he landed painfully. Buffy winced as he hit, but kept her emotions from getting the best of her. She had to keep Savarah busy long enough for Angel to kill her. That was their only chance of survival. "Shall we join him?" Before Buffy had the chance to protest or even offer the concept of walking, they were both flying towards Angel at a speed to fast for the human eye to notice. As Buffy reached down to check on Angel, Savarah pushed her away with her boot. "Don't think so sweetie. This is between you and me." "Fine with me if you want to play with even odds." Buffy took the first shot, hitting Savarah solidly on the jaw. It felt like punching a steel wall but she didn't let that show. Savarah returned it with a swift backhand that knocked Buffy off balance. The two went at it, throwing punches left and right, trying to see who would wear down first. Buffy knew she couldn't keep this up forever, and Savarah could. Hoping that Angel would get up and offer some assistance soon, Buffy kept at the game. A few kicks to her stomach, followed by a direct hit to Savarah's kneecap was the closest she could come to offering this creature any pain. Finally, Angel rose from the ground and kicked Savarah in in the face. His hit actually had an effect on the unkillable demon. She fell back and landed on her back. "Sorry Angel, you don't get to play!" With a quick movement with her hands, a stake flew out and hit Angel in the chest. He flew straight back, crashing into the wall of a mausoleum and falling unconscious to the ground. Horror struck Buffy as she realized, Savarah might have just killed him. But she was actually relieved to see that the stake only punctured his left lung. Buffy rushed to his side, screaming his name. She watched him just lie there motionlessly and decided she had to remove the stake. Gripping it with her hands she prepared to rip it out while he was already unconscious. "I don't think so, sweetheart." Savarah kicked Buffy in the face, sending her flying backwards. Away from Angel. "You can tend to your poor lover when were done. Assuming you somehow survive it." Savarah stepped over Angel's body, and walked over to Buffy. She was just getting to her feet when Savarah approached and sent her soaring through the air yet again. This time, she crashed against the tree upside-down. The trunk successfully knocked her upon the head and sent her tumbling to the ground. Her face plastered into the cold marshy ground, Buffy just wished the blow would send her into unconsciousness. No such luck. She was alive, awake, and very much aware of the pain. "Don't even think of blacking out on me." Savarah grabbed Buffy's hair and peeled her body off the ground. Buffy's body went limp as she rose into the air. Savarah waited, almost patiently for Buffy to do something. Nothing. "Wake up! You're little game of opossum won't work with me." Buffy's foot struck backwards landing heavily in Savarah's stomach. Her body fell to the ground as Savarah reeled from the blow. "Good! You're getting smarter." "I learn from my enemies." Buffy sent a roundhouse kick at Savarah with every bit of strength she had left in her. She wasn't going to quit. Not yet. She dove over a grave stone and crashed head first into Savarah. The two tumbled to the ground, finally stopping when they hit a tree. Buffy winced and stood up quickly. Already, she had several broken ribs which would heal. The problem was, they might not heal soon enough. Savarah climbed to her feet, her eyes now a pitch black. Standing rigidly, Savarah stretched out her arms, hands spread. Her fingers reaching as if for the ground that they would never touch. Buffy felt something grab her and lift her up into the air. She hung there by nothing, pinned against the tree, several feet from the ground. "Let's face it. The world's not meant for the both of us. You are causing me too many problems." "What? Big, bad devil girl can't take a little competition." "What can I say? I don't work well with competition." Savarah took a few steps towards Buffy. Her voice lowered to a near whisper. "But, this time, you don't have your precious lover to protect you. He's gone. And even if he does survive. He'll never be able to save you." Buffy felt her stomach twist. Who was going to save her this time? This wasn't good. She kept getting herself into situations where only others could save her. If she survived this, she really needed to work on the caution thing. She closed her eyes, hoping it would help everything go faster. Savarah's fingers slowly started to curl, forming a fist in slow motion. The invisible thing holding Buffy hostage tightened its grip around her like a vice. She struggled to move, to breathe. Both were getting harder to do every second. As the hands possessed by the devil finally closed up tightly, Buffy could feel her bones breaking under the pressure. Her already broken ribs were making it almost impossible to breath. "Sorry Slayer. This fight had to end sooner or later. And I'm a fan of sooner." Buffy's eyes shut. Her mind raced with thoughts, anything to focus on besides the pain. Buffy couldn't believe this was happening. Again. After all she'd been through to save her own life as well as Angel's, this was how she was repaid. Forced to live a life she would give anything not to do, risking her life every day so the world could go on living. And now she was in the grips of the devil, so to speak, the life being crushed out of her while Savarah looked on laughing. This wasn't good. Buffy made a last attempt to struggle against the demon. She failed, horribly. No longer did she have control over her body or mind. Everything was slowing slipping away to the point of her ended existence. Everything suddenly went black as Buffy's body crashed to ground. The sickening sound of broken bones as they hit was the last thing she heard before blacking out completely. Everything ended. * * * * Everything was gone. Her mind no longer filled with thoughts, her body no longer filled with pain. Just numb. Everything was numb. Buffy groaned as she took in a painful breath. Her eyes slowly opened to pure black. There was nothing to be seen. As she focused more, the star filled midnight black sky and glowing full moon towered above her. She sat up, and looked around. Trees, grass, gravestones. She was in a cemetery. Whether it was the ever-so-popular Sunnydale Graveyard, she couldn't tell. She didn't want to. < Am I dead? Is this Heaven? Or Hell? > Recognizing the scenery as the same cemetery, Buffy looked over to the spot where Savarah stood. Only now, she was gone and someone else occupied the small patch of grass. Her eyes traced the body from feet to head until she recognized the figure standing there before her. "One down, two to go!" The creature hissed. * * * * * * Who could it be? Hmm, I wonder... The end coming next.... ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 11 Oct 1998 20:13:09 EDT From: Aglx@aol.com Subject: BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (25/25) Title: Love's Revival (25/25) Author: AnGeL X (Aglx@aol.com) Distrbution: Just Ask & Keep my name attached! Spoilers: Takes place after Becoming Rating: PG-13. Description: Buffy/Angel Love Story. Disclaimer: Plot Mine. Characters all but Savarah aren't mine! The poetry exercpt is mine. I wrote that poem a long while ago, but the words fit with the scene, so I used them. I own nothing that's really Buffy, never will, don't sue. Feedback: I live for it. I'd love to hear what everyone thinks about how I ended things. I agonized over what to do with this for a long while! Thanks so much to my editors rihanon, BMTHESPIAN, and Laura.Diehl@widener.edu for their help with this story. * * * * * "Spike," Buffy said, her voice barely an audible whisper. He didn't say anything; he only stared at her. * * * * * * * * * Crystal blue stared at you. The pain of eternity engraved. A heart broken a million times over A soul beyond repair * * * * * * * * * She looked at the demon, and for the first time, she felt sorry for him. Silently cursing herself for having any such pity for a demon--other than Angel--Buffy held back the feeling burning in her gut. She began to regain her senses and emotions came first. Rushing at her from all directions, with every intention of destroying her. "Am I dead?" Buffy held a hand to her head to steady the spinning area. Although most of the deadly damage caused by Savarah was healed, she still had her share of battle wounds which caused significant pain whenever she was required to move, or think "Not yet." "Savarah?" Buffy gasped. "I killed her. That bitch had been mucking things up for far too long." "But..." Buffy was confused and disoriented. Dying takes a lot out of a person. Buffy steadied herself with the help of the tree and slowly lifted herself to her feet. Spike didn't let her finish. He simply charged until she was back on the ground and he was on top of her. Buffy was nearly defenseless against him and the continual punches he threw at her. The beating she had taken from Savarah was still fresh and Spike was only reawakening the wounds. Finally, when she knew she couldn't take much more, she brought up her left knee and knocked him off of her. Buffy's body just lay there, defenseless to the world. Her eyes squinted as she tried to find Spike in the blackness. * * * * * As Buffy awaited her death brought on by one of her greatest enemies, Angel was slowly regaining consciousness. The first sight that caught his eyes was Spike straddling Buffy's lifeless body. She wasn't moving and Spike was still throwing punches. Instinctively, Angel tried to roll over and get to his feet but immediately found the stake protruding from his chest was too much of an obstacle. Rolling over onto his back, Angel gripped the stake with both hands and ripped it from his lung. He cried out as the wood separated from his flesh and Spike was distracted for a brief second from Buffy. "Stay down, Angel. I'll get to you soon enough," Spike yelled over his shoulder before hitting Buffy with another punch. Angel, now free of the stake, rolled to his side, wincing at the pain but fighting against anything more. He had to save Buffy or else Spike would take her life, for sure. He crawled to his knees and then lifted himself to his feet. Angel stumbled until he was a few feet away from Spike. Spike was too preoccupied with Buffy and killing her painfully-- so she would remember in her last moment what she did to his Drusilla--that he didn't even notice that Angel had made it to his feet. After a few seconds of pulling together all the strength that he had left, Angel tackled Spike, knocking him off of Buffy. The two tumbled down a hill until they both collided with the wall of the cemetery. Buffy gasped as Spike's weight was lifted from her chest. Her face was a bruised and bloody mess which would take some time to heal, even for the Slayer. Spike was the first to get up and took full advantage. Grabbing Angel's shoulders, he slammed his head up against the brick wall lining the cemetery. "Damn you!" Angel hissed. Angel glared at Spike with hatred in his eyes which he narrowed to tiny slits. The feeling was mutual. "It's a little too late for that, don't you think?" Taking a handful of Angel's hair, Spike slammed his head against the wall again, hoping eventually it would knock him out. Grabbing Spike by his shoulders, Angel lashed out with a foot and sent Spike flying backwards. "Spike, I killed you once, and I'll gladly do it again!" "You're welcome to try!" Spike flipped up to his feet and stood hands on hips waiting for Angel to get up. "I've got no problem killing you before that bitch of yours." Reaching for his head with one hand and the wall with the other, Angel stood up to meet his challenger. Spinning, Spike hit Angel across the face with one hand and then the other. Before stopping he also hit him with a spinning kick that sent his brunette sire back to the ground. Two gentle fingers tapped on Spike's shoulder as he waited for Angel to get up. "Spike." He spun around to meet the eyes of the Slayer. She was out cold a few minutes ago. "I'm all better now," she said cockily. "You want to fight? Why don't you try someone who can take you on, fairly." "Oh, but beating the bloody hell out of Angel is much more fun. You should try it sometime." "Already have. I'd much rather beat the hell out you." With a right uppercut, Buffy broke Spike's nose on contact. < That's it. She dies, now! > Spike responded with a kick to her stomach that sent her reeling. "You bitch. You think you can just kill Drusilla and get away with it?" "Spike, it was a long time coming." Narrowing his brow, Spike lunged at her but she side stepped him and he hit a tree instead. When he got up, Buffy was nowhere to be seen. But he smelled her. Following his nose, Spike was lead up to the top of a hill. There she was, just on the other side digging frantically into her slayer bag for something to kill him with. "Here I come, ready or not," Spike said under his breath as he slid down the hill towards her. She looked up at him, unarmed and almost frightened. All her stakes were gone and she was stuck fighting him the hard way. "Hello," he said, standing with his arms crossing his chest. "Lose something?" "Uh, well, uh..." Buffy didn't need to finish because Spike had just fallen into her trap. Recognizing a tiny grin on her face, Spike turned around, but it was too late. Angel had already taken a stake a plunged it into his back. Exploding into dust, Spike shattered, ashes drifting to the ground. "Nope. Didn't loose a thing," Buffy said getting to her feet and rushing into Angel's arms. Wincing, Angel pushed Buffy gently away from his wounded chest and looked her straight in the eye. "I love you." "I love you." Buffy wrapped her arms around his waste again and Angel let her, ignoring any pain. "Angel, let's go home." "Never have those words sounded so sweet." Buffy smiled and guided Angel out of the cemetery. They were finally free of three of the deadliest demons in the world. "Giles will be so proud. All in one night, too. That has to be a record." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The End ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Oct 1998 02:01:00 -0400 From: dreamscape Subject: BUFFYFIC: POEM: Endure by Dreamscape205 Title: Endure Author: Dreamscape205 Email: Angelus@mediaone.net Spoiler: Anne Distribution: Please ask first. You can find this and all my work at my site Feedback: you betcha Disclaimer: Everything BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon, The WB, Fox etc Author's Note: I realize Anne aired two weeks ago, but with my work schedule, I just watched it and the 2nd episode tonight. I also realized with this poem it's been since May that I last wrote anything. Anyway, thanks for reading... ****************** ENDURE Lost in confusion Alone in madness Travelling an endless River of despair My subconscious attempt To comfort my ache Brings you forth in dreams It's a lie to myself I realize as I wake While grief and loneliness Fill me to the brink I have no choice I must go on I will endure I will endure ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Oct 1998 12:15:45 EDT From: DaniLynn27@aol.com Subject: BUFFYFIC: I'll Wait (1/1) TITLE: I'll Wait AUTHOR: Danielle Loughlin (aka Prophecy Girl) E-MAIL: DaniLynn27@aol.com DISTRIBUTION: My site. I can't imagine anyone would want this little fic, but if you like, take. Just tell me where it's going. FEEDBACK: Please! SUMMARY: Takes place during Becoming 2, the scene with Willow/Xander in the hospital, told from Xander's POV SPOILERS: Through B2 RATING: G DISCLAIMER: Willow, Xander, and Oz are all Joss Whedon's creation. I just borrowed them to alleviate my boredom. Just a little fic I wrote, taking a break from Losing You. I can't believe I'm such a Willow/Xander 'shipper. I love Willow/Oz together. Huh. Oh well, enjoy. I'll Wait Note: words in <<>> denote thoughts. Xander Harris reached across the pale peach hospital blanket and took Willow Rosenberg's hand in his own. It was so unnerving. His cheerful, vibrant Willow, reduced to a still, pale form in a hospital bed. Her hand didn't even respond to his, it just hung limply. Xander held it tightly, trying to will life into it. "Look, Will," he started. "You don't have a choice here. You gotta wake up." He looked down at her as he talked, desperately searching for some sign she was hearing him, and despairing when there was none. "I mean, who's going to help me pass math? And who am I going to call every night . .and talk about what we did all day?" "I need you, Will," Xander said. He felt like screaming. Willow was slipping away from him and there was nothing he could do about it. He'd never felt so helpless in his life. Or so scared. He refused to let the person he loved most in the world slip away from him like this. He looked at Willow's pale face, searching for the words that would magically wake her up. "I love you," he finally said. And he did. He wasn't sure how he just knew but he did. It just felt right. Maybe that's what would bring her back. His love. He was so lost in his thoughts he almost didn't feel Willow's hand move in his own. His heart jumped into his throat. <>, Xander prayed. Suddenly there was nothing he wanted more but for her to open her eyes and see him there. He wanted her to open her eyes and realize it was Xander who brought her back, Xander who loved her. <>, he thought. He realized how much he wanted to hear her say that. Willow's head moved slightly. Her eyes didn't open, but her lips moved, trying to form a word. "Oz?" she whispered. Xander's heart plummeted to his shoes. She thinks it's Oz. She wants to open her eyes and see Oz. Well, of course. Oz is who she'd expect to say loved her. Not me. Not me. "Oz?" Willow repeated, louder this time. She hadn't opened her eyes yet. "Hey, baby, I'm here," a voice said. Xander turned and saw Oz enter the room, heading straight for Willow and taking her hands in his own. "She's just starting to wake up," Xander told Oz. He backed away, letting Oz take his place. Willow was going to see Oz. Not Xander. "I'm going to get a doctor," he said, making an escape. Outside the room, Xander hit his head against the wall. He sighed. <> The thought made him sad. Something he'd said once came back to him. <<" People never want what's right in front of them. They always want what they can't have. The more unattainable, the more attractive.">> Funny. He'd figured he wasn't going to fall victim to that trap. But he was just like the rest of them. He wanted Willow, but he couldn't have her. Not while she loved Oz. He sighed again, resigned. No, he couldn't have her now. He wasn't going to say anything now, not going to complicate her life. He'd wait. Someday. When the time was right. All that mattered right now was that Willow was going to be okay. And right now, Willow needed to be with Oz. Oz was good for her. And Oz did love her. <>, he thought. <> No, the time's not right. He and Willow would be together someday. But not now. But he'd wait. *finis* ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 19 Oct 1998 18:03:03 -0700 From: taygeta@juno.com (C. Catherine) Subject: BUFFYFIC: Capeside: the Hellmouth (15/?) TITLE: Capeside: the Hellmouth #15 Changes in Circumstances 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 #15 Changes in Circumstances By: Taygeta "Buffy," Willow rushed to her friend's side, "The Head Magistrates told me everything. Do you think they're okay?" "I think Giles and Ms. Calendar can hold their own," she replied uneasily, "So, where are these Magistrates you were talking about?" "We, Chosen One, are here," a voice echoed in the room. "And it is your first task to prove who you are by finding us," a feminine voice followed with the same resonance. Buffy and Xander glanced at each other with knowing expressions as they recognized one of the voices to be of the former, Mr. Snyder, troll-like principal of Sunnydale High. The slayer sighed reluctantly, "Snyder's under the table and whoever the other magistrate is, well, you're in the closet." The two Magistrates came from their hiding places with shocked expressions. Snyder had his hand against his mouth in an agape expression, "She really is multi-talented…she even knew my name." "Are you sure you're not a witch by trade?" the female witch queried suspiciously. "I'm sure. Actually, um, I saw your robes sticking out from the closet and beneath the table…didn't exactly match the décor," she smiled, "Also, we knew him from before…where we came." Snyder followed with a wide grin as he approached her and took her hands into his, "Oh, you did? I hope I was very kind to you, Chosen One. I hope that my alter ego proved to be useful to you." She stared at him for a second and then glanced at Xander who was trying very hard not to burst out laughing. Keeping a sheepish smile she found herself speechless as she looked into his eager eyes, obviously waiting for a complimentary statement. "Magistrate Snyder, you're alter ego's actions proved to be more than sufficient to our …um annoy - needs," interjected Xander carefully. The magistrate eyed him carefully, still holding onto her hands, "Who are you?" Buffy quickly removed her hands from Snyder's slimy grasp and stood beside Xander, "He's my boyfriend…" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "You…um…think we should give them a little leeway so that they think we might be giving into all of this?" Jenny said after awhile as she and Giles sat in the cold, clammy cell they had been thrown into after the first interrogation process had finished. "Might be a good idea," he nodded, "What kind of leeway are we talking about here?" "Something like, we have knowledge about interdimensional travel?" she replied with a shrug. "That sounds like enough," Giles sighed. Silence engulfed them once again and the darkness of the room, lighted only by a dim candle from outside, did little to help the situation. "Jenny, I'm rather sorry about my treatment of you prior to everything," he said suddenly looking up at her. She smiled, "It's all right, Rupert, I was equally horrid in my own right, I guess I felt that my "space" was being invaded that I didn't realize that it was the same for you. Especially since you had been a watcher a long time before I had even got initiated." "Well, let's just hope that when we get out of here, we can make up for past wrongs," he replied. "Seeing as how we're going to be here awhile, why not get through with that part of getting to know each other that we skipped for fear of too much bonding? Go ahead, ask me any question you like…that is…within good limits." "I've been kind of wondering about that girl of yours, y'know the one you lost back home?" she asked, "What was she like?" He smiled as she looked at her, "She was the most wonderful breath of fresh air that I have ever come to know…." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Code Blue! Code Blue! Room 256!" the nurse's intercom blared and Dr. Carlisle came running with a stream of doctors behind him. "Oh dear God, that's Jen's room," Mrs. Lindley replied as she glanced at Angel, who helped her precarious form up, "Please, Lord, don't take her away from me now." They both walked towards the room and saw the doctors trying to resuscitate Jen and Angel looked at Mrs. Lindley and whispered, "Please…please don't take her away from us now. I never told her how much I cared." Despite their cries to Jen's survival, the flat-line of the heart monitor continued it's high-pitched, heart-piercing whine. Finally Dr. Carlisle moved away from the bed and turned off the heart monitor. "There's nothing more we can do, the injuries she sustained were too great. I call the time of death at 3:45 p.m." "No!" Mrs. Lindley cried, as her form fell in a crouched position by the door, "No…" "Shhh…" Angel hushed softly, "It's going to be okay, Mrs. Lindley, you're going to be all right." The powdered hair woman glanced at him with red eyes, "How is it going to be all right, Angel? Tell me. How will it be all right? My granddaughter is no longer with us and I accept that. I accept that God felt she needed to return, but now I'm all alone…more alone than I've ever been before. There's always been someone, Angel, and now…now there's no one." He looked as her fiery eyes softened to a sad glaze and shook his head, "There's still someone…there's still Buffy, I know she'll be there for you and Joey and Xander…they might not be related to you, but they still care about you as if they are. A - and there's me." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Xander gave Buffy her a "your boyfriend" Look and she muttered under her breath, "Just go along with it." Snyder simpered and extended his hand, "Nice to meet you…um…er…" "Xander…Xander Harris," he replied with a deep breath wondering what in the world was going on. Joey and Willow stood in a corner trying not to laugh and Joey coughed and replied, "And I'm Joey Potter." "Quite the brigade you have, Chosen One," the other magistrate said as she looked about the room, "I always thought your identity was a rather closed-off subject." "Well, I guess I'm special, then," Buffy replied, "Magistrate…uh…" "Jacobs…Tamara Jacobs," she said extending a hand and then glanced at her robe, "I suppose this bulky things do give us away constantly, Snyder." "Well, Jacobs, much we can do about traditional robes," he said. "Um, if you guys don't mind, shouldn't we be devising a plan to help Mr. Giles and Ms. Calendar?" Buffy interrupted with raised eyebrows. Tamara said, "Of course…of course, it's just that we've never had the Chosen One in our presence…it's rather awing, actually." "If you don't mind…Buffy will do just fine," she said nodding her head. "Oh, of course…Buffy," Tamara said trying the name carefully and then turned to her colleague, "Come along, Snyder, we have work to do." "Yes, of course, if you will excuse us," he nodded and they walked out of the room. "Care to explain, *Chosen One*," Xander said with raised eyebrows, "about how I suddenly came to be known as the Boyfriend?" Willow approached, "I can explain that…you see, in the Witch community it's not surprisingly to find that older witches are with younger woman. I hate to say it, but…um…I was this close to be engaged to that." "Ew, much?" Buffy cringed, "You didn't tell me *that*!" "Reason why I didn't," she echoed the cringed, "Anyway, if you're not 'taken' per se, older witches tend to have the power to 'take you.'" Xander nodded in understanding as he glanced at Buffy, "And it must be an honor of honors to be with the Chosen One." "Precisely," the slayer replied, "And since you were the only other guy in the room, I wasn't left with much of an anchor choice, was I? So, now that we've got that explained, I'm going to go see what's up." "Thank you," he shouted back at her when she walked out of the room, "Figures the only time I'm actually her boyfriend is when Snyder stands as the other choice." Joey glanced at him with a laugh, "Oh, admit it, Xander…you're totally reveling in this idea." He smiled and did a "Fargo" imitation, "You bettcha." ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. 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