Title: Prodigal Son
Disclaimer: Okay... I must admit I own NOTHING! Ya hear that Joss.NOTHING!
All characters belong to you and Mutant Enemy I'd just thought I'd play
with them for a bit cuz I'm bored and you killed spike!
Notes: reviews are appreciated, this is my first posting on Fanfic so I need some constructive info here.I've had this idea for a long time now however I've had a butt load of trouble acquiring an account on Fanfic so now that I finally have one let the games begin!
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He came back a stranger. No more was he the bashful modest youth in awkward glasses and mangy hair. Insecure with a plentiful supply of acne he was special. Not in the "I'm a retard" special Ed sort of way, the boy was clearly gifted with a brilliant mind and a gentle spirit. Back then he was delicate, small and made for easy prey. The butt of most jokes he was on quite intimate terms with every bully in the school. Still he had friends, four to be exact. Xander and Oz, two scrawny boys like himself only higher on the cool scale; also, Buffy and Willow, two sweet girls each endowed with their own brand of innocent beauty. Though he wasn't athletic, had a runny nose and loved to write poetry, Buffy had always adored him and he her. She loved his intense blue eyes and meekness while her cherished her smile and vitality. They grew close.best friends to be exact until one day in the 7th grade he went away. His father had sent him to England to study at an elite academy. For a time they would exchange letters, yet around a year later they just stopped coming. She continued to write yet she never heard back. Neither his older sister nor his father could provide her with an explanation as they too had been shut out. A year passed, silence, a year passed, empty, a year passed, nothing. The girl turned women grew up; moved on, forgot, fell in love. Popularity found her in high school; a cheerleader who dated the football star and ex bully. Still, she was never to hip to hang out with Xander and Willow. Life was perfect junior year, yet these things rarely last forever; the peaceful uneventfulness of Sunnydale soon to be shattered as the winds returned the son from his exile; broken, estranged, and bitter at the world.
Notes: reviews are appreciated, this is my first posting on Fanfic so I need some constructive info here.I've had this idea for a long time now however I've had a butt load of trouble acquiring an account on Fanfic so now that I finally have one let the games begin!
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He came back a stranger. No more was he the bashful modest youth in awkward glasses and mangy hair. Insecure with a plentiful supply of acne he was special. Not in the "I'm a retard" special Ed sort of way, the boy was clearly gifted with a brilliant mind and a gentle spirit. Back then he was delicate, small and made for easy prey. The butt of most jokes he was on quite intimate terms with every bully in the school. Still he had friends, four to be exact. Xander and Oz, two scrawny boys like himself only higher on the cool scale; also, Buffy and Willow, two sweet girls each endowed with their own brand of innocent beauty. Though he wasn't athletic, had a runny nose and loved to write poetry, Buffy had always adored him and he her. She loved his intense blue eyes and meekness while her cherished her smile and vitality. They grew close.best friends to be exact until one day in the 7th grade he went away. His father had sent him to England to study at an elite academy. For a time they would exchange letters, yet around a year later they just stopped coming. She continued to write yet she never heard back. Neither his older sister nor his father could provide her with an explanation as they too had been shut out. A year passed, silence, a year passed, empty, a year passed, nothing. The girl turned women grew up; moved on, forgot, fell in love. Popularity found her in high school; a cheerleader who dated the football star and ex bully. Still, she was never to hip to hang out with Xander and Willow. Life was perfect junior year, yet these things rarely last forever; the peaceful uneventfulness of Sunnydale soon to be shattered as the winds returned the son from his exile; broken, estranged, and bitter at the world.