From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #318 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Thursday, September 3 1998 Volume 02 : Number 318 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: ADMIN: Free email policy BUFFYFIC: Kender Chaos (9/?) BUFFYFIC: Chronicles (26/?) 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: Tue, 1 Sep 1998 11:29:58 -0400 From: sah Subject: BUFFYFIC: ADMIN: Free email policy Please read this. It's very important. Effective immediately, anyone who wishes to s*bscribe to any Buffy list on a "freemail" account (Geocities, Hotmail, etc.) will be required to provide us with a "permanent" e-mail address as a backup. 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Thanks. sah and Jill romana@mindspring.com and jtkirby@mcs.com - - ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 01 Sep 1998 16:34:38 PDT From: "Black Fire" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Kender Chaos (9/?) Title: Kender Chaos Author: Black Fire Email:Blackfire42@hotmail.com Feedback: Yes, please. Rating: PG Spoilers: Buffy: Anything before WML1 Dragonlance: Chronicles and Legends Trilogies. Disclaimers: I own neither sets of characters and I can't afford to either. Summary: Tasslehoff Burrfoot and Fizban the Fabulous have found their way to Sunnydale. Yes, I'm finally getting around to finishing this. Anyway, when we last left, Spike had just narrowly escaped a stray fireball and Buffy and Co. were worrying about what my happen if Spike and Drusilla found out who Fizban really was. Kender Chaos Chapter 9 Across town, Fizban was slumped in a chair, snoring quietly. Spike had been trying for hours to get some useful information out of him, but the old wizard was no help. Sometimes he couldn't even remember his own name, and others, he mumbled incoherently about things which made no sense. Spike finally gave up and left the old man alone. Fizban had, then, promptly fallen asleep in Spike's chair. Drusilla was supervising the placement of the brand new table that two vampires had found to replace the last one they had replaced. Spike watched this, absently wondering how long *this* one would last. Having found the perfect spot for the table, Dru went to sit at Fizban's feet. This finally caused him to stir from his nap and look down at her. Rather than confused, as usual, his face was one of concern for the girl leaning against him. Gently, he reached down and put a comforting hand on her head. "And what's wrong with you, my girl?" he asked. "Princess is sick," Dru whispered, looking off into space. "Hmmm..." Fizban mumbled. "Not that it's any of *your* business," Spike jumped in, "but she's very weak and getting worse." "I'll decide what is and is not my business, Sonny," Fizban snapped, glaring at Spike. "Will you help?" Dru asked, looking up at the old man. "Help Princess? Make her feel better?" "There may just be something I can do," Fizban said, smiling down at her. "What could *you* do?" Spike snapped. "Well, I could... uh...," the seriousness was gone from Fizban in an instant. "What was the question again?" "Oh bloody hell!" Spike growled. "I was right. He's of no use to us, what so ever!" Ignoring a whimper from Drusilla, Spike continued on his tirade, while Fizban just sat there trying to remember what they were talking about. "Where is that blasted Kender?" Fizban muttered. "He'd know what I was supposed to do. Say have you found him yet?" Spike walked around behind Fizban and leaned over him, "I could kill you so easily, old man," he whispered into the wizard's ear. "Well, that's not very nice," Fizban grumbled. "Here I've offered to help you, but you don't tell me what you want help with. But I give you my word that I will help you with whatever it is you need help with, if you help me. But do you live up to your end? No, so why should I? I'd use that wonderful fire ball spell on you... if I could remember what it was..." "It just so happens that I sent people out looking just after sunset," came Spike's retort. "Well, that's different then," the old man exclaimed, lowering his hands. "Now what was it you wanted me to help you with?" With a muffled cry of frustration, Spike finally gave up and stormed out of the factory, deciding that looking for dinner would be far less frustrating than dealing with Drusilla's new pet. The Black Fire | "Don't worry, I'm not here to eat." Blackfire42@hotmail.com | -Angel (IG) http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Shadowlands/4203 "But if they all forget me I will be here anyway, like an artifact of some lost civilization" -Vlad Dracula _The Dracula Tape_ "I'll see you there, Jekyll." -Edward Hyde "Jekyll & Hyde" ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 3 Sep 1998 12:06:48 -0700 From: taygeta@juno.com (Charity C. T.) Subject: BUFFYFIC: Chronicles (26/?) TITLE: Chronicles of the White Knight #26 A Hand to Hold AUTHOR: Taygeta E-MAIL: taygeta@juno.com FEEDBACK: Yes...whatever the complaint! DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just tell me first. RATING: PG KEYWORDS: Buffy/Xander fanfic DISCLAIMER: The characters any such reference to Buffy the Vampire Slayer television series belong to their creator, Joss Whedon, and their owners, Mutant Enemy productions, Kuzui Productions, Sandollar Productions, and 20th Century Fox. In other words, they do not belong to me. Copyright infringement not intended. ***************************** Chronicles of the White Knight #26 A Hand to Hold By: Taygeta As much as he wanted to never let her out of his arms, he pulled himself away, and Buffy, surprised at the sudden, cold-reacting move, was reassured of his ongoing presence by the comforting touch of her hand in his. She looked up to meet his eyes and felt his other hand against the hollow of her cheek, quick to wipe tears that had shed. There they stood, eyes fixed to the other, not wanting to move, not even wanting to breath for fear of ending the moment, but soon enough, Xander tore his eyes away from hers and mustered something of a smile, "Come on…I think we should go to Giles." As they walked towards the school quickly, Buffy's mind began to take in the flood of memories that was contained in those lost weeks, and with it came the pain of loss, the anger of suffering, and the emptiness of uncontrollability. She remembered everything with bitter vividness, being controlled like a puppet the moment her eyes fell on Angel, almost like that past Halloween, but so much more different because this time her awareness was non-existent, her avoidance of her friends, their avoidance of her, etc. Yet, out of the memories held in her mind of those days, the ones that held the most ground, that burned into the deepest crevices of her mind and of her heart, were the afflictions she had set on Xander and the realization of the love he had given her in return. She was thoroughly aware that he hadn't a clue to the type of spell she had been under, it was obvious in his manner, voice, and form. Half-glad she was about his not knowing, but the other half of her wondered what if he did know…how would he react and as she glanced quickly at him during their gait, she didn't think she wanted to know, or rather, she feared the answer. "Are you ready?" he asked in a voice filled with concern as they reached the doors to the library. After how badly she had treated them, she wondered if her readiness really mattered in the overall whole, it was really a matter, if they were ready to excuse her for what she had done. Nodding, she swallowed a gulp of air into her dry throat and whispered, "Yeah, I think so." "Good," he said softly as he looked into her eyes that once again locked in the matter that they had before. She saw in his eyes so much pain and her heart ached to think that she had caused that pain to be there, but in the sorrow of his eyes, was the love she had always known, but had been too blind and ignorant to see. Her hand hesitantly reached to touch his face, she felt the stubble of his chin beneath her palm, and her fingers moved to touch his lips…those she was fighting the urge to kiss. His free hand took hold of her wrist and he kissed her fingers softly before he said, "You have to do this on your own, you know that don't you?" She nodded slowly, "Yeah, I know, but can't you stay with me…just for a little while?" He shook his head, "I'm sorry, Buffy, but I can't…I've stayed a lot longer than I should've and I have to go." "I understand," she said as her eyes fell to the floor when his hands relinquished hers and he began to walk away. Looking up, she called out to him, "Xander!" He turned and looked at her, "Yes, Buffy?" Shaking her head in the frustration of memories and words she said, "I wanted you to know that I'm the one that should be sorry…for what happened…for everything." "But how could you be responsible? You love Angel and - " "But that's it! I don't love him," she said as she approached him and looked carefully into his eyes, "I love you…Xander, and it's that stupid spell that made me lose you…I don't want to lose you." "What are you - " he asked in a confused tone, "Buffy…what - what was the spell that was cast?" Taking a deep breath she replied, "That spell was a love spell. To make me fall in love with Angel, to make me break up with you, to make me do all the stupid things that I've done these past weeks." "She's telling the truth, Xander," Willow said as the Scooby gang filtered out of the library when they heard the loud voices in the hallway. "Why didn't you guys tell me that it was a love spell?" he demanded at them. "Because we didn't want this kind of reaction from you. We weren't sure you would be willing to help if you knew the kind of spell she was under. We weren't sure we had the responsibility to tell you what kind of spell she was under," Giles explained. "What reaction? I haven't even had time for a reaction," Xander said with blazing eyes, "I don't even know how to react! Lose the love of your life due to the magic of an all-powerful vampirical magician and his buddy, his sidekick, the formerly soul-bound Angel. Anybody care to give me reacting tips?" "Xander, don't be like - " "Y'know the last time I heard you say that I didn't fair well, so I think I'm going to get gone," he replied as he gave her one last longing look before he turned and walked away. Buffy felt a hand squeeze her shoulder comfortingly and she looked to find Willow with her optimistic smile, "He'll be okay, Buffy…you just have to give him time." They turned to walk to the library and she wondered how much time he was going to need to deal. No matter how long it was going to take…no matter what happened, she was comforted by the knowledge that Xander would always be her friend, he was as loyal as they come…after all, he had come to help her despite what had occurred that night, weeks prior. And she could deal with him being just her friend, as long as Buffy knew there was hand out there that was willing to take hold of hers and never let her fall…she was fine with his being *just* her friend. At least, that's what she told herself over and over again in the midst of the Scooby gang's tried comforting, all the while feeling her hand lost without the warmth of his gentle hold and feeling her heart empty and broken and lost without the presence of his. *****End of 26...Feedback???? :)****** _____________________________________________________________________ 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] ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #318 ****************************** To subscribe to buffyfic or buffyfic-digest, send the command subscribe buffyfic-digest or subscribe buffy to majordomo@xmission.com. 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