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Unusual Suspects
Principal Snyder's eyes narrowed. "And you claim you three had nothing to do with this?"
For once the looks of outraged innocence on Buffy, Xander and Willow's faces weren't faked.
"We weren't even involved with the play," Buffy protested. "Why would the demo... uh, the flying monkey things have anything to do with us?"
"Everything that goes on at this school, Miss Summers, seems to be directly related to your,... gang." He sat back. "Detention for the three of you. You can help Ms. Krantz clean the auditorium."
Outside the office, Andrew heaved a sigh of relief and scurried away.
Christmas Carol
All over town, people were waking up to a beautiful, Christmas-card perfect blanket of snow. Children scrambled out of doors, presents temporarily forgotten. Most of them had never touched real snow before. Many of them - those who survived growing up on the Hellmouth - would, years later, tell their children and grandchildren about the morning when it snowed in California in the dead of winter.
For a few hours, even denial-heavy Sunnydale believed in magic.
In the cavern beneath the tree lot, the First Evil sulked. The Powers That Be would definitely be getting one less card next Christmas.
Schizogeny
After ten years, after even Joyce accepted that her daughter was never coming home, the hospital called and told them Buffy was awake.
And unlike the two times before, she stayed that way.
Sometimes on the street they would pass a pretty young brunette, or a man with bleached hair, and Buffy would get that faraway look. On those days Joyce would be ultra-cheerful, and at night she'd pray please, God, give me one more day with her, and if she wants to go back to Sunnydale I'll accept it, knowing she was lying, knowing it would never be enough.
Chinga
In the end, he did go to Russia.
Not for college; that was UCLA, where he was valedictorian, then grad school on the East coast. His thesis took him to Chinga, where meteorites had fallen long ago.
He was walking back to his lodgings late one night when he saw her.
She was dark and graceful and very beautiful, and as he went to her he seemed to be in a dream.
"The sky fell," she told him. "The stars tumbled down, and the pictures in my head went all wrong. But I found you, my baby brother. My Connor."
Unusual Suspects
Principal Snyder's eyes narrowed. "And you claim you three had nothing to do with this?"
For once the looks of outraged innocence on Buffy, Xander and Willow's faces weren't faked.
"We weren't even involved with the play," Buffy protested. "Why would the demo... uh, the flying monkey things have anything to do with us?"
"Everything that goes on at this school, Miss Summers, seems to be directly related to your,... gang." He sat back. "Detention for the three of you. You can help Ms. Krantz clean the auditorium."
Outside the office, Andrew heaved a sigh of relief and scurried away.
Christmas Carol
All over town, people were waking up to a beautiful, Christmas-card perfect blanket of snow. Children scrambled out of doors, presents temporarily forgotten. Most of them had never touched real snow before. Many of them - those who survived growing up on the Hellmouth - would, years later, tell their children and grandchildren about the morning when it snowed in California in the dead of winter.
For a few hours, even denial-heavy Sunnydale believed in magic.
In the cavern beneath the tree lot, the First Evil sulked. The Powers That Be would definitely be getting one less card next Christmas.
Schizogeny
After ten years, after even Joyce accepted that her daughter was never coming home, the hospital called and told them Buffy was awake.
And unlike the two times before, she stayed that way.
Sometimes on the street they would pass a pretty young brunette, or a man with bleached hair, and Buffy would get that faraway look. On those days Joyce would be ultra-cheerful, and at night she'd pray please, God, give me one more day with her, and if she wants to go back to Sunnydale I'll accept it, knowing she was lying, knowing it would never be enough.
Chinga
In the end, he did go to Russia.
Not for college; that was UCLA, where he was valedictorian, then grad school on the East coast. His thesis took him to Chinga, where meteorites had fallen long ago.
He was walking back to his lodgings late one night when he saw her.
She was dark and graceful and very beautiful, and as he went to her he seemed to be in a dream.
"The sky fell," she told him. "The stars tumbled down, and the pictures in my head went all wrong. But I found you, my baby brother. My Connor."