Re: Digest Number 794

["C S Armitage" <soren_nyrond@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Hi, Panda-Mel -- glad you liked them

As to Blondie and the Witch -- needs more - lot more. Mind you, I didn;t
spot it till then end

Soren

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1. Re: Fic: The Captive (part 2/?)
From: jennifer lee <themyth60@xxxxxxxxx>
2. Re: Fic: The Captive (part 2/?)
From: "Callistosdarkside" <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx>
3. Re: Song Parody: Tie your lover down
From: Nathan Campbell <NathanCampbell@xxxxxxxxxxxx>
4. Re: Beta Read: FF: The Light In Her Eyes: Chapter Two
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
5. Re: FIC: Ascension's Shadow (5/?)
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
6. Re: Anne-Lise's Snippets (Edition 14)
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
7. Re: Fic: sokuseisaibai (1/?)
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
8. Re: FIC: Daybreak Postponed (4/12)
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
9. Re: Slightly OT FIC: The Virtue In Angels (1/1)
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
10. Re: FIC: Back In Boston Part 3
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
11. Re: FIC: Straight Through the Heart [8/?]
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
12. Re: FIC: I Understand
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
13. Re: Stuck in Preludes (1/1)
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
14. Re: FIC: On Occasions-2 In a Limo
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
15. Re: FF: Blind Faith; The Healing, act 4
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
16. Re: FIC: I Understand
From: danspector@xxxxxxxxx
17. Fic; Return (6/10)
From: Jim_D_Means@xxxxxxxxxxx
18. Re: Fic; Return (6/10)
From: Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx
19. FIC: Lunacy Comes Up and WACKS YOU WITH A HAMMER(More of a snippet
actually.)
From: Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx
20. Re: FIC: Lunacy Comes Up and WACKS YOU WITH A HAMMER(More of a
snippet actually.)
From: "Jamie" <sombrerogiles@xxxxxxxxxxx>
21. Re: FIC: Lunacy Comes Up and WACKS YOU WITH A HAMMER(More of a
snippet actually.)
From: "Callistosdarkside" <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx>
22. Re: FIC: Back In Boston Part 3
From: "Callistosdarkside" <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx>
23. Re: Fic; Return (6/10)
From: "B. Harvey" <honouredfool@xxxxxxxxxxx>
24. Re: FIC: Lunacy Comes Up and WACKS YOU WITH A HAMMER(More of a
snippet actually.)
From: "B. Harvey" <honouredfool@xxxxxxxxxxx>


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Message: 1
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 08:37:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: jennifer lee <themyth60@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: Fic: The Captive (part 2/?)

DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, DON'T EVER STOP!!! I love the
Captive stories. If you ever stop, I'll keep on
hassaling ya until you finally break down and write
it! :)

God Bless
*Jennifer(The girl who's been in hibernation, and
whose now just woke up!)

--- weryvcb@xxxxxxxxx wrote:
>
> Ok, this part sucks. I'm warning you now. You
> can still leave by
> exercising the power of free will. If nothing can
> stop you though,
> here it is.
>
> The Captive Part Two
>
>
> The wagon rolled forwards, bouncing and
> jostling about the crude
> stone path, and the tired horses strained against
> their burden with
> the sharp stings of leather that fell across their
> backs. The road
> was lined with tall straight trees and limbs that
> crisscrossed the
> sky and sent down a patchwork of green and blue,
> along with the
> piercing white of the afternoon sun. Every once in a
> while, the trees
> would clear and give way to pastures of grazing
> balls of wool and
> lazy cows that flicked their tales to and fro,
> annoyed by the flies
> and the heat and their own indolence. Sometimes
> there would be rows
> of green topped with the yellow corn, where angry
> scarecrows
> surveyed the fields and the families that toiled
> them. And still
> the wagon journeyed on, until the peaceful houses
> gave way to the
> magnificence of wealth.
>
> The redhead lay against the floor, rolled tight
> in a ball to
> avoid the other unfortunate souls that were taking
> this journey with
> her. Her body seemed to scream in pain from the
> journey, a reminder
> of the rough hands and feet that had taken her from
> her home. Caked
> with mud and dust, her sapphire eyes lingered over
> the landscape,
> while her mind dwelled on her destination. A week
> ago in the market
> she had been cast upon a platform to be proked and
> prodded with the
> eyes of strangers to be bought. It was the ugliest
> thing she had ever
> seen, faces that were twisted with greed and
> indifference. She could
> have been their sisters or their friends, but now
> she was a thing,
> property. People began to call out prices and
> catcalls, but a voice
> that came out of nowhere had claimed her, and the
> crowd had turned
> its' head to glance at the outsider. Willow had
> looked, and there was
> a girl, with long blonde hair and a flowing robe
> that sceamed money
> and power, looking directly at her. The blonde's
> lips had curved into
> a smile when she had met her eyes, and again Willow
> had resisted the
> urge to faint. This girl, this gorgeous girl, had
> bought her and now
> she was being taken to the arms of a stranger as the
> wagon rolled
> forwards.
>
> Eventually, the wagon came to rest and Willow
> struggled to
> sit up. Marble pillars stretched before her,
> surrounded by tall
> bright flowers and luscious roses the crawled up the
> sides. The cage
> creaked open and two burly men grabbed her and
> pulled her out,
> letting her drag against the ground before kicking
> her to the
> doorstep. One on each side, the gaurds knocked on
> the door. After a
> few seconds, a boy answered and looked down at the
> sight before him.
> "Ah, I see Buffys new plaything has arrived," he
> said.
>
>
> * * * * *
>
> She had been nervous all day, a strange
> fluttering all through
> my stomach, as I had waited for the girl to come. It
> was strange,
> because Buffy was never anxious, and yet somehow
> every time she had
> conjured up the picture of the redhead, she felt
> dizzy and light
> headed. When the knock came, she started to pace
> back and face
> through the room and then went to the door and
> listened as Alexander
> answered it. She could hear the exchange and the
> rough voices as
> money exchanged hands and the door closed.
> "Whatever are we going to do with you?" she heard,
> and she couldn't
> wait any longer. She made her way down the candlelit
> hall and down
> the stairs, where they stood. Autopilot took
> command. "Xander, heat
> some hot water and make a bath." And then he was
> gone and it was just
> the two of them. Buffy looked at the girl, she was
> trembling, fearful
> almost.
>
> TBC
>
> Ok, for real, I am so lazy, but I have the rest
> of the story
> mapped out in my head, I just have to write it down.
> Which in some
> ways is harder then it looks. I'm kind of worried
> about this next
> part though, because it's going to be the bath
> scene, and that could
> get pretty intense. What do you think, am I on the
> right track?
>
>
>
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Message: 2
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 15:20:47 -0400
From: "Callistosdarkside" <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: Fic: The Captive (part 2/?)

Wow,

Very vivid detail. I just love it. Can't wait to see what happens in the
bath scene. Please continue.

-CDS


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From: <weryvcb@xxxxxxxxx>
To: <buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Saturday, August 25, 2001 10:41 PM
Subject: Fic: The Captive (part 2/?)



Ok, this part sucks. I'm warning you now. You can still leave by
exercising the power of free will. If nothing can stop you though,
here it is.

The Captive Part Two


The wagon rolled forwards, bouncing and jostling about the crude
stone path, and the tired horses strained against their burden with
the sharp stings of leather that fell across their backs. The road
was lined with tall straight trees and limbs that crisscrossed the
sky and sent down a patchwork of green and blue, along with the
piercing white of the afternoon sun. Every once in a while, the trees
would clear and give way to pastures of grazing balls of wool and
lazy cows that flicked their tales to and fro, annoyed by the flies
and the heat and their own indolence. Sometimes there would be rows
of green topped with the yellow corn, where angry scarecrows
surveyed the fields and the families that toiled them. And still
the wagon journeyed on, until the peaceful houses gave way to the
magnificence of wealth.

The redhead lay against the floor, rolled tight in a ball to
avoid the other unfortunate souls that were taking this journey with
her. Her body seemed to scream in pain from the journey, a reminder
of the rough hands and feet that had taken her from her home. Caked
with mud and dust, her sapphire eyes lingered over the landscape,
while her mind dwelled on her destination. A week ago in the market
she had been cast upon a platform to be proked and prodded with the
eyes of strangers to be bought. It was the ugliest thing she had ever
seen, faces that were twisted with greed and indifference. She could
have been their sisters or their friends, but now she was a thing,
property. People began to call out prices and catcalls, but a voice
that came out of nowhere had claimed her, and the crowd had turned
its' head to glance at the outsider. Willow had looked, and there was
a girl, with long blonde hair and a flowing robe that sceamed money
and power, looking directly at her. The blonde's lips had curved into
a smile when she had met her eyes, and again Willow had resisted the
urge to faint. This girl, this gorgeous girl, had bought her and now
she was being taken to the arms of a stranger as the wagon rolled
forwards.

Eventually, the wagon came to rest and Willow struggled to
sit up. Marble pillars stretched before her, surrounded by tall
bright flowers and luscious roses the crawled up the sides. The cage
creaked open and two burly men grabbed her and pulled her out,
letting her drag against the ground before kicking her to the
doorstep. One on each side, the gaurds knocked on the door. After a
few seconds, a boy answered and looked down at the sight before him.
"Ah, I see Buffys new plaything has arrived," he said.


* * * * *

She had been nervous all day, a strange fluttering all through
my stomach, as I had waited for the girl to come. It was strange,
because Buffy was never anxious, and yet somehow every time she had
conjured up the picture of the redhead, she felt dizzy and light
headed. When the knock came, she started to pace back and face
through the room and then went to the door and listened as Alexander
answered it. She could hear the exchange and the rough voices as
money exchanged hands and the door closed.
"Whatever are we going to do with you?" she heard, and she couldn't
wait any longer. She made her way down the candlelit hall and down
the stairs, where they stood. Autopilot took command. "Xander, heat
some hot water and make a bath." And then he was gone and it was just
the two of them. Buffy looked at the girl, she was trembling, fearful
almost.

TBC

Ok, for real, I am so lazy, but I have the rest of the story
mapped out in my head, I just have to write it down. Which in some
ways is harder then it looks. I'm kind of worried about this next
part though, because it's going to be the bath scene, and that could
get pretty intense. What do you think, am I on the right track?





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Message: 3
Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 02:46:39 +0000
From: Nathan Campbell <NathanCampbell@xxxxxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: Song Parody: Tie your lover down

night at the opera... still in canada, paying $20 an hour for terminal
use. be back home tomorrow night.

Nathan Campbell
NathanCampbell@xxxxxxxxxxxx

When sun sprays the earth
with straight-falling flames,
a cricket rubs his wings,
scraping up thin sweet song.
-Sappho


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Message: 4
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 22:48:56 -0500
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: Beta Read: FF: The Light In Her Eyes: Chapter Two

Aeris,
Loved the sequal. I really liked how you had Willow come out with whom she
blamed, and how Buffy was ready to take whatever Willow dished out with no
fighting. very well done, maybe more ????
Melinda
aka
Panda Mel
----- Original Message -----
From: aerisjade@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
To: Buffy and Willow Slash ; Buffy Loves Willow ; Buffy wants Willow ;
Halls of Torment ; Hand Of Chaos ; Willow Fem Slash
Sent: Friday, August 24, 2001 10:30 AM
Subject: Beta Read: FF: The Light In Her Eyes:
Chapter Two




Title: The Light In Her Eyes (a sequel to "Purgatory")
Chapter: Two/Two
Rating: PG-16
Pairing: Willow/Buffy
Spoilers: Yep, anything is up for grabs
Timeline: Before Adam
Beta Reader: Scotty ' Hot Lips ' Welles

Disclaimer: Not mine....yet




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Message: 5
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 22:52:45 -0500
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: FIC: Ascension's Shadow (5/?)

Alan,
I totally thought it was awesome how Cordy took on miss slayer then
afterwards was like WHat was I thinking. pretty cool.very interesting with
tara's apperance and that the Mayor is WOrking FOR some...er..thing. Can't
wait for more!!
Melinda
aka
Panda Mel
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From: Alan Rogers
To: buffyloveswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ; buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: Saturday, August 18, 2001 12:05 PM
Subject: FIC: Ascension's Shadow (5/?)




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Message: 6
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 23:00:28 -0500
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: Anne-Lise's Snippets (Edition 14)

Annelise!
I can not repeat CAN NOT keep up with your snippets, but don't stop:) hehe
as for massages If you're offering snippets for massages well let me be the
first in line to give you a nice, deep, penetrating, ahh..er....massage,
yes! that's what we're talking about, now I haven't had any formal training,
but I have yet to get any complaints from my full body massages <evil grin>
SO... anywho.....write some more snippets!!
Melinda
aka
Panda Mel
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From: <buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx>
To: <buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Wednesday, August 22, 2001 10:36 AM
Subject: Re: Anne-Lise's Snippets (Edition 14)





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Message: 7
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 23:03:11 -0500
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: Fic: sokuseisaibai (1/?)

Annelise & Fox,
first you guys get together and do the fantastic Buffy & Evil Wilow Vamp
strip now this!! I like the begining, I would like to see more!!
Melinda
aka
Panda Mel
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From: <buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx>
To: <buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Wednesday, August 22, 2001 2:50 PM
Subject: Fic: sokuseisaibai (1/?)



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Message: 8
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 23:10:29 -0500
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: FIC: Daybreak Postponed (4/12)

CS Armitage!
Good to see you back writing Fic. I Liked how you've started this so far,
pretty interesting with no one being able to get there. Loved how Buffy &
Willow both honed in on Samatha! Pink-nosed rabbits!! gotta love it!!
Melinda
aka
Panda Mel
----- Original Message -----
From: C S Armitage
To: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: Friday, August 24, 2001 3:23 PM
Subject: FIC: Daybreak Postponed (4/12)


TITLE: Daybreak Postponed [approximately] (412)
AUTHOR: Soren Nyrond
DISCLAIMER: All characters in this part belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant
Enemy -- etc etc as in part (0/12). Some ideas have been borrowed for
elsewhere to illuminate this story: they did once belong to Other Companies
(and still do, I imagine), but since they are by way of being generic
concepts, I don't think anything's awry.


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Message: 9
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 23:13:14 -0500
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: Slightly OT FIC: The Virtue In Angels (1/1)

Very interesting....power-up eh? I felt like I was watching He-man! hehe, I
liked it
Melinda
aka
Panda Mel
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From: C S Armitage
To: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: Friday, August 24, 2001 3:41 PM
Subject: Slightly OT FIC: The Virtue In Angels (1/1)




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Message: 10
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 23:30:58 -0500
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: FIC: Back In Boston Part 3

CDS,
Well I am certainly enjoying the Back In Boston series very interesting .
Liked how Buffy is being a tease and Faith realizes her feelings.
as always I enjoying Right In Front Of you, and although I'm a B/W fan I
really want to see if giving all the facts if Willow would choose Buffy over
tara, cause you know that would be better!:) Can't wait for more!!
Melinda
aka
Panda Mel
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From: "Callistosdarkside" <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx>
To: "D2" <DawnSummers@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>; "D1" <DawnFic@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>;
"BW2" <buffyloveswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>; "BW1"
<buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>; "BF4" <Faithful@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>; "BF3"
<FaithFanFiction@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>; "BF2" <faith_buffy@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>;
"BF1" <BuffyNFaith@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>; "BF & WT"
<SapphicSlayer@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Saturday, August 25, 2001 12:17 AM
Subject: FIC: Back In Boston Part 3



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Message: 11
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 23:33:17 -0500
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: FIC: Straight Through the Heart [8/?]

HELLO!!
I mean Finally Dan!! gotta say love this part, or maybe I'll love the next
part??:) Gotta love the part where Willow is yell at the mirror it was
awesome!!!
Melinda
aka
Panda Mel
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From: danspector@xxxxxxxxx
To: buffyloveswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ; buffyandwillowslash@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
; buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: Friday, August 24, 2001 2:24 PM
Subject: FIC: Straight Through the Heart [8/?]


Title: Straight Through the Heart [8/?]
Author: Dan Spector
Pairings: B/W, F/C



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Message: 12
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 23:34:48 -0500
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: FIC: I Understand

Dan
good Buffy POV. Sad, but good. I would love to see you tackle Willow's POV
after Buffy dies with her understanding of Buffy's regrets
Melinda
aka
Panda Mel
----- Original Message -----
From: danspector@xxxxxxxxx
To: buffyloveswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ; buffyandwillowslash@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
; buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ; WillowSlashFic@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: Saturday, August 25, 2001 8:22 PM
Subject: FIC: I Understand


Hi. Those of you who've been following "Straight Through the Heart" know
I've reached a resting place, so I thought I'd take advantage of the
opportunity to post a few other things I've written. This one is my first
pov piece and also my first fic set outside of Season 3. Hope you like it.

Title: I Understand
Author: Dan Spector
Pairing: B/W
Rating: PG-13 (f/f love, angst, mild violence, slight profanity)
Summary: The last scene of "Tough Love". Buffy's p.o.v.



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Message: 13
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 23:36:17 -0500
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: Stuck in Preludes (1/1)

Jamie!
Glad to see you back writing on this storyline!! Can't wait for more!!:)
Melinda
aka
Panda Mel
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From: Jamie
To: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: Saturday, August 25, 2001 4:58 PM
Subject: Stuck in Preludes (1/1)




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Message: 14
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 23:41:51 -0500
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: FIC: On Occasions-2 In a Limo

Mad and Yoshi!!
Excellent start!! shyfox is next??? can I hadle anymore??!!! hmmmm
challenge, <ducks head, shyly> I..ahh..my..challenge...? I must say this has
been a fabulous collaboration I have to admit my eyes 'bout bugged out upon
reading this!!!:) hehe My to give a Panda a heart attack:) Can't wait for
shy's part even if she's ignoring other fics <evil grin> and WE ALL KNOW she
can write the good stuff, look at eavesdropping hehe thank you guys!!
Melinda
aka
Panda Mel
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To: <buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Friday, August 24, 2001 7:52 AM
Subject: FIC: On Occasions-2 In a Limo


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Message: 15
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 23:45:19 -0500
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: FF: Blind Faith; The Healing, act 4

Sammy!!
YOu rock! Finally got the girls together!!! 'bout DAmn time!!:) Ok now we
get to the hard stuff of Willow, xander, & giles reaction!!!hehe I can't
wait!!
Melinda
aka
Panda Mel
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From: "Sam" <shadowmage_draco@xxxxxxx>
To: <buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Friday, August 24, 2001 12:31 AM
Subject: FF: Blind Faith; The Healing, act 4


Blind Faith: The Healing

By

Sam


Act 4: A Question of Love.





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Message: 16
Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 22:52:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: danspector@xxxxxxxxx
Subject: Re: FIC: I Understand

Melinda,

That is GOOD fb. I've had sequel suggestions before, but never one
where I said "of course! How could I not think of that!" So, now that
I've had it thought for me, I'll try to contribute a little something by
writing it. Maybe not immediately (who wants back-to-back bummers,
anyway?) but keep an eye out.

Thanks for both the praise and the idea (I guess that's "Thanks,
thanks", then),

Dan



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Message: 17
Date: 26 Aug 2001 23:50:48 -0800
From: Jim_D_Means@xxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: Fic; Return (6/10)

Okay, don't flame me when you get to the end of this one. I have four
chapters left, and I know what I'm doing. Trust me, it's gonna be a bumpy
ride, but I'll see you safely to the end. Okay? Okay.

Oh, and I dedicate this one to the one who first inspired me to write
Buffy/Willow in the first place, our much-beleagured but highly praiseworthy
Pat Kelly. And Pat, I thought of you when I chose a Dave Matthews Band song
to start this chapter.

Disclaimer;
Joss owns them, and after "The Gift", we must trust that he knows what he's
doing. Oh, and the sharp-eyed among you may recognize two characters owned
by DC Comics, and created by Neil Gaiman.

Author's note;
This is my alternate take on how things go after the season five cliffhanger
from Hell. Spoilers for "The Gift". Duh.

Archives;
Want, take, have.

Feedback;
Yes please. Jim_D_Means@xxxxxxxxxxx

Rating;
PG-13(for angst)

Summary;
The Slayer's final sacrifice was just the end of Act 1.


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Return
By Kirayoshi
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Chapter six
The Modern Prometheus

"I'm mixing up a bunch of magic stuff,
A magic mushroom cloud of care,
A potion that'll rock the boat, will rock
And make a bomb of love and blow it up!

I did it!
Do you think I've gone too far?
I did it!
Guilty as charged.
I did it!
It was me right or wrong.
I did it!
Yeah-

I never did a single thing that did a single thing
To change the ugly ways of the world.
I didn't know it felt so right inside
I didn't know it all.
I opened up the curtains
I heard sirens there, the lights flash and crawl
But I did it justice
I just did it for the buzz, oh."
--Dave Matthews
"I Did It"

"Is everything ready?" Riley asked Dr. Brahams as the hypodermic needle
punctured the young girl's skin.

"I don't see why not, Mr. Finn," Dr. Brahams said as he puttered about.
"The young girl, uh, what did you say her name was?"

"Dawn," Riley supplied the name. "Dawn Summers. The Slayer's sister."

"Ah yes," Dr. Brahams muttered. "Dawn, her blood is almost identical in its
genetic structure to Miss Summers' blood. If it weren't for the difference
in their ages, I would say that they were twins." He taped a tube to Dawn's
arm, and fed the other end of the tube to the i. v. device affixed to the
mummified figure on the gurney next to Dawn. "We'll take the transfusion
slow. Too much of her blood at once may place the test subject's body into
shock. Besides, we must allow Dawn to recover from her blood loss. We may
need her blood later, nicht vahr?"

"Indeed," Riley nodded as he observed Dr. Brahams continuing his
ministrations. He hated the Germanic doctor, his haughty superiority, his
treatment of the body wrapped in gauze as a 'test subject'.

The 'test subject's' name was Buffy Summers. She had been a vibrant,
beautiful and dedicated woman, one who was plunged into a world she had no
desire to enter, a world of dark shadows and soulless beasts. She gave all,
up to and including her life, to protect the world from the things that went
bump in the night.

And if what they planned tonight was a success, she would live again.

She would know that Riley Finn was the instrument of her salvation. And she
would love him for it.

She would be his again. That's all that mattered.

And if that meant suffering the smug self-righteousness of the Dr. Brahamses
of the world, then it was a small price for Riley Finn to pay, to be allowed
to hold her and make love to her again.

She would be his.

========

"Spike," Graham called on his cellular as he and the others drove toward
their rendezvous. "Can you verify their location?"

"Yep," Spike whispered into his cellular, "the old hangout. What's the
plan, Number Two?"

"Would you please stop calling me that?" Graham asked, knowing that the
question was in vain. It galled him, this forced partnership with Spike;
from what Graham had gathered he'd have been vile enough as a human, as a
vampire he was simply evil. Sighing in resignation, he continued; "I've got
the rest of the gang here with me, we're driving up that way right now.
Giles'll take Xander and Willow in his team, I'll meet you at the main
entrance. We'll enter from both points."

"Sounds like you're making it up as you go along," Spike mused. "I like
that, mate. Meet ya here, Number Two." Spike shut off the connection
before the soldier could protest. He smiled, imagining his chagrin at his
nickname. Yeah, he could feel that familiar bloodlust emerge, as though
from an extended hibernation. Chip or no chip, he had warned Graham the
previous evening. Chip or no chip, someone was going to die for profaning
her grave.

And Spike could feel his incisors extend at the thought.

========

No words were spoken as the four of them emerged from Giles' car. Their
expressions of quiet determination and righteous anger spoke volumes. They
knew the plan, and were as prepared as they could be to carry it out.

They waited by the car for Spike to emerge. The neutered vampire obliged
them easily. His grim, stoic demeanor surprised Willow and the others. He
had none of the bluster, none of his trademark arrogance. In its place
stood a grim purpose. He was a man with a mission, a knight riding forth to
avenge the desecration of his lady's grave. When he met the others, he only
had one thing to say; "Let's do it, people."

The others silently agreed, and Graham and Spike ventured toward the front
door. The vampire and soldier waited for the three Scoobs to make their
exit, then approached the entrance. Graham went first; he had an idea where
the wires and alarms were, and knew how to pass through without activating
them. In one instance, he was able to bluff his way past with his old
Initiative ID card. Apparently the fools had forgotten to de-classify him.
Spike followed the soldier's lead as they passed through the front door and
through the first hallway.

"This way," Graham whispered, pointing to an emergency stairway. "The only
place where they could do whatever they're doing to Buffy and Dawn is in the
basement, in the labs where Adam was created."

"HOSTILE!" someone shouted from the hall as Spike reached for the stairway
door. "We got a hostile here!" Two guards rushed toward Graham and Spike,
high-tech looking rifles at the ready.

Spike stood his ground, his arrogance apparent in his posture. "Hostile?
Me? Not yet, boys, but just keep waving those pig-stickers in my face and I
will get hostile."

"Just keep 'em where I can see 'em," the lead guard answered. Spike leered
at the guard, and took a step forward. The guard fired his rifle, and an
arc of blue-white energy leapt over the vampire's head.

"That was a warning shot, Hostile 17," the guard shouted, "my next one won't
miss!"

"Oh, please," Spike purred, stepping closer to the guard. "Call me Spike.
Everyone else does."

"Yeah, we know you, 17," the guard's voice was loud but not convincingly
forceful. Spike could smell the epinephrine in the guard's sweat, he could
smell his fear. He found that smell sweet and pungent. "We know that you
can't touch us without doubling over in pain, thanks to that chip in your
head."

Spike regarded the rifles that the two guards were holding. "Issat so?
Then why, oh why, did your superiors arm you with EMP rifles?" He stepped
closer, as the guard stuck the gun's tip into his chest. He shrugged it
off, knowing that the two guards were too scared to act on their own. "You
know what EMP means, don't you? That's Electro-Magnetic Pulse. And
electromagnetic pulses tend to disrupt microcircuitry. Oh yeah. You just
shorted out my chip, buddy. So I can do," he leaned in, his face morphing
into his vamp mode, "anything to you that I want." He leaned further, until
his yellowish eyes were inches away from the guard's eyes. He smiled and
whispered, "This is the part where you drop your guns and run away to warn
your superiors. BOO!"

Two rifles clattered to the floor as their wielders ran from the living
nightmare that leered over them. Spike stooped low and picked up the two
rifles, tossing one to Graham. "Here ya go, partner. Try not to miss."

Graham looked at the rifle, and then back to Spike. "Hey, this isn't an EMP
rifle, it's a standard issue stun-rifle."

Spike examined his weapon. "So it is, so it is. Tell ya what, you don't
tell Stan and Cartman, and neither will I." Heading for the door, he
continued, "Come on, man, our cover's two seconds away from being blown." A
siren hacked through the air, screaming out warning. The two fighters
charged down the stairs, toward the labs.

========

Willow led the way down the elevator shaft, with Xander and Giles close
behind. She looked around her as they silently rappelled down the shaft.
You're a strange girl, Willow Rosenberg. Only you could get nostalgic about
an elevator shaft.

It was here, over a year ago, where she had reconciled with Buffy after
their blowout over Tara. Spike had tried to turn the gang against each
other, and the newly born romance between Willow and Tara was just the
perfect sticking point. The fact that Buffy'd been too involved with Riley
Finn and the Initiative to see how Willow was changing.

He was sent by Adam to shake up the gang, to strip Buffy of her support
structure before her final battle with Adam. But Spike had failed. As
Buffy and the others made their way down the shaft, she, Willow and Xander
stopped long enough to renew that special bond.

"I love you, Buffy," Willow had said. "You're my best friend."

She found herself fighting back tears as she recalled the group hug that
they had engaged in over thirty feet off the ground, suspended by their
rappelling ropes. Somehow, that connection was still there, would always be
there, no matter how much they changed. Willow was not the same fragile
girl she was five years ago. Xander was no longer the insecure goof.
Cordelia, from what Angel had told them, was not the same flighty social
butterfly. All these changes brought about by Buffy.

And it was out of respect to Buffy that they were here this evening. To
undo the sick dream of a group of misguided individuals. To prevent them
from recreating Adam, in Buffy's body.

They had to succeed. Willow wouldn't accept no less, not for her best
friend.

The sudden wail of an alarm siren cut through her thoughts like an ax
through dry timber. "Guys," she announced, "we'd better speed it up!" She
paid out more rope faster, and sped her descent down the shaft.

Once they reached the next available elevator door, Xander was able to jimmy
the door open, and the three slipped out of the shaft. They looked around,
keeping close to the wall, in order to get their bearings. Willow
recognized this hallway from the last time they were here, the final battle
with ADAM. And there was something else, something familiar about her
surroundings-

Her musings were silenced by the sound of hurried footfalls down the
corridor. The sound brought her to a quick state of concentration. A squad
of four security guards were racing down the hallway. Giles and Xander
flattened themselves against the wall, fearful that their cover's been
blown. They knew that there was nowhere to hide from the advancing guards.

The guards double-timed past them, uncaring of their presence.

Giles and Xander looked at the guards as they ran past them, relieved but
concerned as to how they went unnoticed. Xander glanced toward Willow, and
saw the knowing smile on her face. "Care to share, oh great sorceress?"

Willow faked an innocent gaze. "Nothing much, just a little 'Jedi Mind
Trick'. I encouraged them to see what they expected to see, nothing more."

"Hmm," Giles mused. "Very good. But judging from the heightened activity
around here, we must assume that Spike acted with somewhat less subtlety."

"I say following those guards is as good a plan as any." Xander suggested.
"Wherever they got Buffy's body stashed is probably the most closely guarded
room here. We follow them, we find Buffy and Dawn."

"Then let's do it," Willow nodded. The three friends pursued the guards.

========

"Bloody hell," Riley cursed under his breath. "What's going on out there?"

"Intruders have entered the compound," a security officer called in on the
intercom. "They're heading straight toward you!"

"Send more guards over here, to safeguard the experiment," Dr. Brahams
ordered. "She must not be disturbed at this delicate stage of the process!"

Before Dr. Brahams could get back to his monitors and readouts, the door
flew off its hinges, impacted by the force of a flying kick. Spike stood
before the scientists, his face contorted into a mask of terror, a horrible
gleam in his yellow eyes. "Okay mates," he intoned, "who dies first?"

Riley jumped forward, his arms resting at his side in a defensive posture.
"Bring it on, dead man," he hissed. "You can't do anything to me."

"Keep believing that, ponce!" Spike stepped forward, his every movement
flowing, almost liquid-

Until the chip that governed his actions for the last two years kicked in,
that is. Scientists at the Initiative had designed the chip, to induce
terrible pain in Spike if he should ever attempt to harm anything living.
Now, as he lunged toward the deserter, his vision red-misted with rage, his
intent to kill the bastard who dared lay unclean hands to Buffy's body, the
chip kicked in. His body jerked suddenly as though crushed in a giant's
hand. But he wasn't going to let that stop him. He would not be deterred
from dealing a portion of the pain he experienced to Riley.

A thousand lances pierced his flesh, and still he moved forward. A thousand
fires scalded his skin, and still he moved forward. A thousand tons crushed
his bones, and still he moved forward. With every iota of his strength, he
resisted the chip, willing his legs to carry him, step by step, toward his
target.

All he could see was the smugly grinning face of Riley Finn. All he desired
was to wipe that grin off his face with a well-thrown punch. That desire
sustained him, helping him block the excruciating pain created by the chip
long enough for him to pull his fist back and let it fly with all his
remaining power.

The foolish soldier didn't even think to defend himself. He found himself
flat on his back, his chin bruised and bleeding, from the force of Spike's
blow. By then, the release of the blow forced Spike to double over with the
pain he still felt, long enough for security officers to restrain him. As
the pain subsided, he lifted his head toward the sprawled soldier, and
grinning, said "Gotcha!"

"That'll do, Spike," a voice behind him said. Graham had watched the
vampire's display, and felt somewhat relieved that they were in the same
camp for now. He stood over Riley's body, and offered a hand to lift his
old friend to his feet.

Riley refused the offer. "I know why you're here," he said bitterly, his
hand massaging the welt on his chin. "You're here to arrest me for
desertion, right?"

"I'm sorry, Riley," Graham said, "but I have no choice. If you and the
others surrender now, I may put in a good word, make sure that the JAG goes
easy on you."

"Sorry, Graham, but I can't do that. Not when we're so close to completing
the experiment. We're bringing her back, Graham. We're bringing Buffy
back."

"Are you insane? Look at this place, Riley, and ask yourself how you could
possibly side with these monsters. The Initiative, what they did, that was
evil, Riley. How could you become part of that evil again?"

"You're wrong, Graham," Riley countered. "Sure, ADAM was evil, Maggie Walsh
may have been evil, but this place, what we're trying to do here, this is
not evil. Don't you see? We're on the verge of restoring the best of us.
The greatest warrior of the Light!"

Graham shook his head in disbelief at how blind his friend had become.
"Yeah, I know what you're up to. You're trying to resurrect the dead. You
honestly think that the ADAM project will work on her? Do you believe that
that. thing that comes out of that cocoon will bear any resemblance to the
Buffy Summers you knew?"

"I don't know what'll happen," Riley admitted, "but if she lives, then the
fall of the first Initiative will not have been in vain."

"The Initiative was a mistake, Riley," Graham pleaded. "We tried to make
super-soldiers out of demons. We tried to resurrect soulless things, and
thought we could control them. What we did was immoral, an abomination
against nature."

"You want an abomination?" Riley shouted. "What about that thing? He's
still allowed to live, while Buffy's dead! That ain't right! And when I'm
through, that mistake will be corrected."

"What about Dawn?" Graham asked. "Does she have to die for your mad
scheme?"

"Don't worry about her," Riley answered. "She'll live. We're not going to
lose her. Her blood is too valuable for us. And you really have no say in
this matter Graham." He gestured toward the security officers who held an
angered Spike in their restraints. "It's just the two of you against all of
us."

"Let me guess," a familiar voice called out, "you flunked math in high
school." Willow, Xander and Giles entered the room, Willow taking point.
Two of the guards tried to rush them, but Willow just shot them a sour look,
and a force pushed them back, away from the three interlopers. "Oh, don't
look too surprised, Lieutenant Poop-head. You desecrated the grave of my
best friend, and you didn't expect me to come back for her?"

Riley regarded Willow's face, her expression, her posture. Her eyes flashed
an angry fire, her jaw rigid and set in hatred, her posture defiant and
angry. "So," Riley mocked. "This is the part where you beat me to death
with a shovel?"

"Shovel?" Willow answered in a feigned innocence. "I don't need a shovel."
With an angry gesture, Willow threw Riley's body against the wall with the
force of a large truck. The second Riley impacted the wall, the guards let
go of Spike, and rushed toward Willow.

"Back off!" she shouted, and the guards were thrown back, not as forcefully
as Riley, but hard enough to knock the wind out of them. Her attention
turned from Riley, he collapsed to the floor in a disheveled heap. He
managed to stumble back to his feet, but he recognized that Willow wanted
him dead, and had the power to back up her anger.

"Willow, listen to me," he pleaded. "Look, I'm sorry about kidnapping Dawn,
but it was necessary for the experiment to succeed. Don't you see? We're
this close to bringing her back! Bringing back your best friend!"

"My best friend?" Willow cried, desperately trying to control the rage that
threatened to overtake her voice. "My best friend is nowhere here. She
died saving the world from Glory. All you have is her body, the box that
carried her spirit."

She approached Riley, her face softening. She looked at the young soldier's
face, and thought she could see the young man who Buffy loved, even for all
his shortcomings, all his mistakes. She pleaded with that man, hoping to
reach him through kindness. "Buffy-all that was really her, her soul, her
strength, her heart-those things are gone forever. You can't bring them
back, no matter how advanced your technology. She's gone, Riley." She
reached out her hand to him, silently offering to wipe the tears that began
to fall from his eyes. "I'm sorry. I loved her too. And I'll miss her
every day of my life. But I'll have those days, we'll both have those days,
because of her sacrifice."

Riley measured her words, heard her voice, looked into her eyes, and saw
that there was no artifice, no sense of lying. He felt the sincerity
emanating from her. He reached his hand out to hers, to accept the truth of
her words.

"Finn!" Dr. Brahams suddenly shouted. "We have vital signs! She may be
coming around!"

Riley suddenly jerked away from Willow, who stepped back in fear of the
nearly insane smile that split his face. "You were wrong, Willow," he
laughed. "She is coming back!" He rushed toward the gurney, as Dr. Brahams
hurriedly unraveled the gauze bandages that swathed the body. Willow tried
to stop Riley, but the guards she threw back suddenly grabbed her and the
others, restraining them.

After unveiling several layers of gauze, Dr. Brahams stopped with just the
final layer remaining around Buffy's body, just covering her breasts and
midsection. For a moment, Willow, looking on from a distance, found herself
thinking that Buffy made a rather sexy mummy. Dr. Brahams then grabbed a
pair of defibrillator paddles, ready to jolt the body to life if necessary.
"Riley," he commanded, "check her vital signs."

He started to rattle off figures; "Pulse is 40 over 120, slow but gaining.
Breathing is getting stronger." Suddenly her eyes snapped open. Riley
shone a pen light into her eyes. "Eyes dilated, but tracking. She's
gaining consciousness! We're doing it!"

"Dear God," Giles whispered. "Is it possible that they will succeed? That
they've actually brought Buffy back?"

"That's not Buffy, not our Buffy," Willow answered, sorrow consuming her.
"They may have reanimated her body, but they can't bring back her soul."

"And whatever comes out of their Frankenstein's Science Fair project,"
Xander added, "I don't think we're gonna like it."

Riley and Dr. Brahams stood back in silence, as the figure on the gurney
slowly raised her body to an upright position. Slowly, as though relearning
how to move her muscles, she turned her head toward the young man to her
left. "Ri.Ri.Riley? Riley Finn?"

"Yeah, Buffy," Riley answered, overjoyed. "It's me, Riley."

"You.you left me," she said haltingly. "You said.I.never loved you."

"I know, and I'm so sorry. But it'll be different now. I know better."

Riley looked into Buffy's eyes, and slowly started to blanch. Buffy
suddenly smiled at Riley, saying, "You were right." With blinding speed,
she brought her hand to his head, and clamped her fingers down hard on his
scalp. Riley yelped silently in pain as the resurrected woman seized his
head. This went on for ten seconds, before she let go of the hapless
soldier. She then let go, and he fell gracelessly to the floor.

Graham rushed to his friend, taking his pulse and checking his eyes.
"Riley, you okay?"

Riley looked at Graham blankly. "The stars," he murmured. "I can see stars
inside you. They're so beautiful."

Willow gasped in terror. She had seen this happen before, when an evil
woman grabbed the head of her beloved, her Tara, and leeched her mind from
her. She exchanged looks with Spike, Giles and Xander, and their horrified
expressions told her that they had arrived at the same conclusion.

Dr. Brahams glared at the risen Slayer. "What did you do to him?" he
demanded.

"What, that?" she asked nonchalantly? "Something like.THIS!" She grabbed
his head in one hand and pulled back sharply, snapping his neck. The
guards, shaken from their state of shock, rushed the gurney. The Slayer
jumped off, and delivered a lightning attack of kicks and punches, too fast
for any eye to follow. Within seconds, she stood alone, amid a pile of
broken bodies. Blood dried on her hands and in the ends of her tangled
blond hair. Her smile reminded the Scoobs of a predator, of a wolf or a
shark, just before making the kill.

She walked casually toward the bed where an unconscious Dawn was being kept.
Heart monitors and other diagnostic equipment pinged away steadily,
displaying her life signs silently. "And how are we tonight, my little
key?" she purred as she caressed her sister's cheek.

She then turned toward the others and laughed. "What's the matter, friends?
Aren't you glad to see me?" The others stood silently, unable to speak,
gripped by a terror greater than anything they could imagine. The greatest
evil they had ever faced was among them again, and this time, they had no
slayer to protect them.

"Face it, guys," she announced triumphantly. "I'm back, and in all my
Glory!"



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Message: 18
Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 07:43:14 -0000
From: Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx
Subject: Re: Fic; Return (6/10)

Greetings,
Y'know, I'm willing to wager that just as you were writing those last
lines, you had this huge grin on your face.
High pitched animal like giggles occasionally snuck past this rictus
on your face and your hands trembled just a bit.
Perhaps you even occasionally muttered something along the lines of
'Hee hee hee..they're going to kill me!'

But you figured it would be a worthwhile death.
And you're right. It will be.

Okay. By the numbers.

Spike's 'Moment'. Classic. Dead on and worth reading three times over
just to get a repeat of that buzz from a perfect 'Spike Instant'.
SO..you're all good there.

A nice touch using a switch from 'nobility' to total bonkers in
phrasing Riley's motives too. Yings the brain around nicely.

The final scene was quite well done. TOO well done. Many people here
probably wanted to see Willow just go SPARE on Riley's ass but she
didn't. YOU didn't. Because Willow, at her core, is very forgiving.
And you realised that and allowed her, or wrote her, to be what she
is. So she tried to reach out, sorta..pull Riley away. Good for her.
Bad for us Vengence Savoring, bloodthirst,
KKkkkaaaniggets...but..accurate to a fault in terms of Willow
charaterization.
So...good.

Dr. 'I LIKE SPRIZKER AND BEER's ending was good two. 'Pleased to meet
you, hope you get my name' *CRACK*.
Wow...Glory actually left a world a better place. Briefly.

Generally thougth, I'd make it a point to have a spyhole in your door,
cause people are gonna come knockin' after reading this...you better
be prepared.
(I recomend kevlar body armour personally.)

To sum up.
Good work.
You're in deep shit, but Excellent work in getting there.
Let's see you, and the gang, get out.

I remain, as always,
Mad-Hamlet




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Message: 19
Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 07:57:29 -0000
From: Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx
Subject: FIC: Lunacy Comes Up and WACKS YOU WITH A HAMMER(More of a snippet
actually.)



The blonde young woman eased open the door of her dorm room.
Maybe just this once she'd be asleep. Just once, it could
happen..really. It'd been so long since she'd been able to curl up
early and she'd really appreaciate it if just this once her roomate
was...

'You're late.'

Damn.


'I..uh..got lost.' The Slayer shrugged.

Her roomate was, as always, seated at her desk staring intently
at her laptop computer. Studying..something.

'The route I gave you was a simple one to follow.' The redhead
sighed tapping at a few keys. 'It gave maximum coverage to the
surrounding cemiterries using minimum time expenditure.'

The Slayer shrugged again. 'Well..as I said, I got lost.'

The wiccan spun in her chair till she was facing her roomate.
The blonde's head was slighlty slumped, as if a tad guilty, but a tiny
smirk still played about the edges of her lips.

'How could you get lost? It was a circle! A simple, easy to
follow CIRCLE!!' The redhead demanded.

'I..dunno.' The Blond took off her jacket and flung it over one
of the empty chairs.

'Pick that up.' The redhead said almost instintivily. The
Blonde ignored her.

'It was so pretty outside.' The Slayer murmered falling back on
the bed. 'Stars, stars, stars...occasional vampire getting in the way
but you can make out the stars between them when they go all poof!'

'Vampires do not go 'poof'. They are reduced to ash when
perforated with a weapon composed of wood.' The redhead muttered
turning back to her computer.

'Beans make me go poof.' The blonde giggled.

The redhead rested her head in her hands briefly before getting
back to the labors before her, illuminated on the screen of her
laptop.

'So.' The Blond beamed. 'I'm done with patrol. Sunnydale is
reasonably safe for another evening. What do you want to do tonight
Witch?'

With a quiet snarl the wiccan snapped her laptop shut and again
spun in her seat to face her roomate. 'The same thing we do every
night Blondie, try to take over the world!'

They're Blondie and The Witch
Blondie and the witch
One is a genius the other a bit of a glitch

To prove their natural power
They'll conquer in an hour
They're Blondie, blondie and the Witch, Witch, Witch, Witch, Witch!


Authors notes: If Anne-Lisse can do Bill & Ted, I can do this. Nyeah!



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Message: 20
Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 08:58:41 +0100
From: "Jamie" <sombrerogiles@xxxxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: FIC: Lunacy Comes Up and WACKS YOU WITH A HAMMER(More of a
snippet actually.)

Two words.




HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!


Okay, that was slightly more but you see my point ^_^

Awesome!


Cheers,

Jamie.
----- Original Message -----
From: Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx
To: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: 27 August 2001 08:57
Subject: FIC: Lunacy Comes Up and WACKS YOU WITH A
HAMMER(More of a snippet actually.)




The blonde young woman eased open the door of her dorm room.
Maybe just this once she'd be asleep. Just once, it could
happen..really. It'd been so long since she'd been able to curl up
early and she'd really appreaciate it if just this once her roomate
was...

'You're late.'

Damn.


'I..uh..got lost.' The Slayer shrugged.

Her roomate was, as always, seated at her desk staring intently
at her laptop computer. Studying..something.

'The route I gave you was a simple one to follow.' The redhead
sighed tapping at a few keys. 'It gave maximum coverage to the
surrounding cemiterries using minimum time expenditure.'

The Slayer shrugged again. 'Well..as I said, I got lost.'

The wiccan spun in her chair till she was facing her roomate.
The blonde's head was slighlty slumped, as if a tad guilty, but a tiny
smirk still played about the edges of her lips.

'How could you get lost? It was a circle! A simple, easy to
follow CIRCLE!!' The redhead demanded.

'I..dunno.' The Blond took off her jacket and flung it over one
of the empty chairs.

'Pick that up.' The redhead said almost instintivily. The
Blonde ignored her.

'It was so pretty outside.' The Slayer murmered falling back on
the bed. 'Stars, stars, stars...occasional vampire getting in the way
but you can make out the stars between them when they go all poof!'

'Vampires do not go 'poof'. They are reduced to ash when
perforated with a weapon composed of wood.' The redhead muttered
turning back to her computer.

'Beans make me go poof.' The blonde giggled.

The redhead rested her head in her hands briefly before getting
back to the labors before her, illuminated on the screen of her
laptop.

'So.' The Blond beamed. 'I'm done with patrol. Sunnydale is
reasonably safe for another evening. What do you want to do tonight
Witch?'

With a quiet snarl the wiccan snapped her laptop shut and again
spun in her seat to face her roomate. 'The same thing we do every
night Blondie, try to take over the world!'

They're Blondie and The Witch
Blondie and the witch
One is a genius the other a bit of a glitch

To prove their natural power
They'll conquer in an hour
They're Blondie, blondie and the Witch, Witch, Witch, Witch, Witch!


Authors notes: If Anne-Lisse can do Bill & Ted, I can do this. Nyeah!


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Message: 21
Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 05:17:31 -0400
From: "Callistosdarkside" <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: FIC: Lunacy Comes Up and WACKS YOU WITH A HAMMER(More of a
snippet actually.)

OMG,

I loved Pinky and the Brain, too funny.

-CDS

----- Original Message -----
From: <Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx>
To: <buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2001 3:57 AM
Subject: FIC: Lunacy Comes Up and WACKS YOU WITH A
HAMMER(More of a snippet actually.)




The blonde young woman eased open the door of her dorm room.
Maybe just this once she'd be asleep. Just once, it could
happen..really. It'd been so long since she'd been able to curl up
early and she'd really appreaciate it if just this once her roomate
was...

'You're late.'

Damn.


'I..uh..got lost.' The Slayer shrugged.

Her roomate was, as always, seated at her desk staring intently
at her laptop computer. Studying..something.

'The route I gave you was a simple one to follow.' The redhead
sighed tapping at a few keys. 'It gave maximum coverage to the
surrounding cemiterries using minimum time expenditure.'

The Slayer shrugged again. 'Well..as I said, I got lost.'

The wiccan spun in her chair till she was facing her roomate.
The blonde's head was slighlty slumped, as if a tad guilty, but a tiny
smirk still played about the edges of her lips.

'How could you get lost? It was a circle! A simple, easy to
follow CIRCLE!!' The redhead demanded.

'I..dunno.' The Blond took off her jacket and flung it over one
of the empty chairs.

'Pick that up.' The redhead said almost instintivily. The
Blonde ignored her.

'It was so pretty outside.' The Slayer murmered falling back on
the bed. 'Stars, stars, stars...occasional vampire getting in the way
but you can make out the stars between them when they go all poof!'

'Vampires do not go 'poof'. They are reduced to ash when
perforated with a weapon composed of wood.' The redhead muttered
turning back to her computer.

'Beans make me go poof.' The blonde giggled.

The redhead rested her head in her hands briefly before getting
back to the labors before her, illuminated on the screen of her
laptop.

'So.' The Blond beamed. 'I'm done with patrol. Sunnydale is
reasonably safe for another evening. What do you want to do tonight
Witch?'

With a quiet snarl the wiccan snapped her laptop shut and again
spun in her seat to face her roomate. 'The same thing we do every
night Blondie, try to take over the world!'

They're Blondie and The Witch
Blondie and the witch
One is a genius the other a bit of a glitch

To prove their natural power
They'll conquer in an hour
They're Blondie, blondie and the Witch, Witch, Witch, Witch, Witch!


Authors notes: If Anne-Lisse can do Bill & Ted, I can do this. Nyeah!



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Message: 22
Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 05:22:44 -0400
From: "Callistosdarkside" <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: FIC: Back In Boston Part 3

Thanx Mel,

Glad you're enjoying both my fics, well, both my Buffy fics. :) And yeah,
it will be interesting to see what happens if Willow has to choose between
the blonde and brunette.

Thanx again Mel,

-CDS

----- Original Message -----
From: "Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>
To: <buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2001 12:30 AM
Subject: Re: FIC: Back In Boston Part 3


CDS,
Well I am certainly enjoying the Back In Boston series very interesting .
Liked how Buffy is being a tease and Faith realizes her feelings.
as always I enjoying Right In Front Of you, and although I'm a B/W fan I
really want to see if giving all the facts if Willow would choose Buffy over
tara, cause you know that would be better!:) Can't wait for more!!
Melinda
aka
Panda Mel
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"BW2" <buffyloveswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>; "BW1"
<buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>; "BF4" <Faithful@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>; "BF3"
<FaithFanFiction@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>; "BF2" <faith_buffy@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>;
"BF1" <BuffyNFaith@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>; "BF & WT"
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Sent: Saturday, August 25, 2001 12:17 AM
Subject: FIC: Back In Boston Part 3



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Message: 23
Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 09:23:19 -0400
From: "B. Harvey" <honouredfool@xxxxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: Fic; Return (6/10)

Jim,
An Eagle Apache carbine takes a thirty shot magazine and only weighs
nine ponds. Start running....Which is what I'd be saying if I was a total
PSYCHO waiting for you in the lobby. But I'm not, so I guess you're lucky.
I'm with M-H though, you might want to pick yourself up some Kevlar. And a
helmet. I'm just sayin'...
Nice fic, well written. The "Spike Instant" (TM Mad Hamlet) was
fantastic, as was the end which I didn't see that coming at all. Can't wait
to see more.

Honouredfool.


My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look upon my Works, ye Mighty and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
~Percy Shelley, Ozymandias~


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Message: 24
Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 09:28:29 -0400
From: "B. Harvey" <honouredfool@xxxxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: FIC: Lunacy Comes Up and WACKS YOU WITH A HAMMER(More of a
snippet actually.)

Oh Mad-Hamlet, you strange strange man. That was hiliarious. If I were the
vengence getting type I would be writing Buffy: The Broadway Musical right
now. But I'm not because I'm incredibly lazy. Consider yourself lucky.

HF.

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look upon my Works, ye Mighty and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
~Percy Shelley, Ozymandias~


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