From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #116 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Friday, April 10 1998 Volume 02 : Number 116 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (10/?) by Ingrid BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (9/?) by Ingrid 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, 10 Apr 1998 23:45:28 -0400 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (10/?) by Ingrid DISCLAIMER: The characters of Angel, Buffy, Cordelia, Willow, Xander, Jenny, Giles & company are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, and The Warner Brothers Network, and are used without permission. The author claims no rights to these characters. SUMMARY: Yeah! I’m happy. Today is OFFICIALLY the first day of my vacation!!! That means that this one is kind of an "upper," at least compared to the more recent parts. You’ll like this one. I’ve included some sarcastic humor. Heh heh...what's humor? Welcome to my story. It takes place ten years into the future, but I’m not telling you what’s happened in advance. I’m going to reveal that as time goes on in the story. I love to get feedback, except when my mailbox explodes, which is often, but send it anyway! My address is Ingrid29@juno.com. If you don’t get this, that’s because you haven’t read the other parts. If you want to get this, ask me for them! ********* "Reunion," by Ingrid Part Ten: "Getting There" ********* Buffy struggled with the plastic wrapped utensils as the pilot’s voice came over the loudspeaker: "And now were passing over Skyville, home to the…" Damn. She could think of several vampires that had been easier to take care of than this. Angel was nonchalantly poking at his food in the chair next to her, having had more success with the stubborn packaging. He always poked at his food. Right now, though, it was getting really annoying. She was hungry, and she wanted to rip the fork out of his hand and use it herself. With one last effort, she yanked the wrapping open, and the plastic knife hit Angel in the arm. He looked at her briefly, and without saying a word, turned back to his food. She picked up the knife. Where was the fork?! She growled and stabbed the knife into the lifeless chicken breast. Fine. With or without the fork she was going to eat. Where had all this aggression come from, anyway? Anxiety, maybe? The chicken was a bit *too* chewy. With a short huff of anger, she shoved the tray back onto the shelf in front of her. Her stomach growled, but she ignored it. She refused to admit she was nervous. After all, it was only Xander and Cordelia, and Giles… That was the problem. Their phone conversations hadn’t exactly been the friendliest they’d ever had. Certainly the most awkward, though. Suddenly the lights dimmed, and she looked up. The movie was starting. Damn. She hated these things. They always played some lame black and white horror film, or worse yet, a romance. She glanced back at angel he was setting his tray down on the shelf with one hand, and the baby had the other hand occupied, clutching his index finger from her child-seat. Neatly, he set his utensils down and turned his attention to Willow, who was now making little gurgling sounds and getting shushed by the other passengers. Buffy reached under the seat and unzipped the duffel-bag a little, pulling out a warm bottle of milk. She nudged Angel and handed him the bottle. In moments, Willow was both pacified and sleepy, and the passengers seemed to think it was a good combination. Buffy was surprised when Angel turned to her and asked, "So, are you nervous?" "Why would you say that?" "I wouldn’t. Just a question. To tell you the truth, I don’t think they’ll be too happy to see me. Maybe I shouldn’t have come." "No, Angel." She patted his shoulder in reassurance. "You’re a part of my life." Looking at the baby, she added, "You two are a part of my life, and sooner or later, Giles is gonna have to accept it. You. Us. He’s just hurting." "I know. I could never blame him for it. How would I feel in his place. I think it was a miracle that he could have even stood in the same room with me without going insane." "Giles is a good person, and he’ll come around. I know it." "I hope so." The music struck a violent, cheesy chord, and Buffy looked up to see a goofy-looking man with plastic fangs rising from a coffin. Dracula. How appropriate. She dropped her head to Angel’s shoulder and groaned. "Just my luck." ******* END, PART TEN. Some feedback each day keeps the badfic away (Ingrid29@juno.com)! _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] - - ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 11 Apr 1998 00:08:01 -0400 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (9/?) by Ingrid DISCLAIMER: The characters of Angel, Buffy, Cordelia, Willow, Xander, Jenny, Giles & company are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, and The Warner Brothers Network, and are used without permission. The author claims no rights to these characters. SUMMARY: We’ll get to hear from Cordelia in this one. This is the last angsty one. The next to parts will be fun, so just read this and stop your complaining! Welcome to my story. It takes place ten years into the future, but I’m not telling you what’s happened in advance. I’m going to reveal that as time goes on in the story. I love to get feedback, except when my mailbox explodes, which is often, but send it anyway! My address is Ingrid29@juno.com. If you don’t get this, that’s because you haven’t read the other parts. If you want to get this, ask me for them! ********* "Reunion," by Ingrid Part Nine: "Reflections" ********* Cordelia extricated herself from his arms. Her feet hit the cold floor and she shivered, stepping out into the airy sitting-room and leaning against the white wall. Cold. The wood floor was cold, the wall was cold, and the black leather armchair she slipped into was colder. She got up again. It was dark outside the great window, where her image was superimposed on a backdrop of stars. The eyes were dark and tired, and stars outlined her hair in gold. She took a wobbly breath and backed away- how she’d changed! She remembered some faces vaguely- Her father, right before he’d passed away, bitterly bemoaning his fate; Willow’s terrified expression even in death; and their grief-stricken faces at the funeral. Latin phrases danced in her head as fresh memory played back in her mind. The gentle light, her mission, their words, her mission, the line, her mission. It was always about her mission these days. She looked back at the bedroom door mournfully. She was surprised everyday when he didn’t emerge from that door with a suitcase and tell her he was leaving. She’d seen it in her head a thousand times and sighed late at night, while he slept. She hadn’t been getting much sleep for the past year: her job was finally taking its toll. And she felt nothing but pain and an endless responsibility. Moments of sanity were rare now, and she took little time to consider anything else but duty. She rubbed her temples to relieve the headache she’d endured all day and pulled out the pile of books from the shelf. *Might as well get some work done, if I’m not going to get any sleep.* The translation had been one of the most difficult tasks she’d had to perform so far. Corin had been useful, as always, but now she was probably curled asleep in bed, Logarithms and cosines dancing in her head… The ease with which the girl had accepted her fate never ceased to amaze the new watcher. She’d slain demons as easily as she’d help her mother wash the dishes, or practice her viola. It was just another thing she did. Cordelia smiled at her innocence and strength. Something she’d lost over the years. She felt like an old woman, and it surprised her to see the brunette in the mirror each morning looking back at her. The watcher looked back down at her book. She wasn’t getting any work done. Funny. It was the thought of her responsibilities that were keeping her from them. She closed the cover, capable of neither sleep nor research. Her feet were getting numb tucked up under her. She stood shakily, and reentered the bedroom. It was pitch dark except for the red glow of an LCD- the alarm clock, with the little dot that meant she’d be waking up at six-thirty tomorrow. With a decisive air, she clicked a button, and the little dot was gone. She sunk into bed like a body being gently lowered into the ground. ******** END, PART NINE Send feedback to Ingrid29@juno.com please! Ingrid: Author of many long Buffyfics (and some short ones). "Return to Normalcy," "One Vampire's Headache...," "This Fleeting Hope," "Ghost of a Chance," "Tragic Sighs" and "Footsteps." _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. 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