Title: Switch In Identities
Chapter Title: The Addams Family
Author: Baby Blues
E-mail: purely_blissful@hotmail.com
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but the story is.
Summary: Buffy returns home to her estrange family.
Dedication: To . . . everyone! Happy Holidays! Enjoy break, 'cause I sure will . . . with all the writing and typing I'm gonna do. Sounds like a bore . . . but you guys will enjoy the outcome of it! Hopefully anyways! ^__^
Excerpt:
~Xander: Hey, Buff . . . Care for a game of Gold Fish?
~Buffy: What are we playing for?
~Oz: Thongs.
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Buffy placed her key inside the gold lock and turned it before opening the door. She was then greeted with the sounds of laughter and chatter inside the penthouse she called home.
Buffy smiled and closed the door behind her, dropping her keys on the table by the door as she gazed around.
All the lights were on in living room. It was completely empty except for the empty cream colored couch, cherry wood coffee table with a clear glass vase filled with cream colored roses. A few petals were strewn across the wood, suggesting a new set of roses to replace them.
Silky cream drapes hung from the top of the large windows that overlooked the city of LA and towards the floor, the bundle blending in with the cream colored plush carpet.
A large big screen TV stood off to the left.
The bedrooms and the bathrooms were in the hall to the right, and at the end would be the staircase that would lead to the second floor where her master bedroom, the game room, the balcony, and the party room would be.
Buffy took a deep breath and rubbed her shoulder wearily. It had been a long and tiring night with emotions *and* hormones running high. She could still remember the tender contact of Angel's hands on her skin as he tended to her wound . . . she had missed his touch greatly during these years.
She sighed and walked towards the right where the grand dining room and kitchen should be.
"Hello, Buffy," Giles greeted warmly, not taking his eyes away from his book as she sat on the bar stool next to him on the kitchen counter. "How was patrol?" he asked, taking a tentative sip of his coffee.
"Hell," she answered, "Got beaten up pretty badly."
He looked up form his book and frowned. "Are you alright?"
She nodded. "Angel helped," she said, and slightly lifted up her shirt to show him her injury, gauzed up and already healing.
Giles carefully studied it and stared at her in worry. "How did it go?"
"He's growing a fascination with me," Buffy answered truthfully as she nervously fidgeted with her fingers. "I don't know if I can continue staying away from him . . . and if he'll take my warning and stay away from me."
The old man placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and smiled sadly. "You can only do your best, Buffy," he told her.
She nodded and sighed. "I know what you must be thinking," she said, chuckling bitterly. "For two-hundred and plus years . . . you would think that I'd be over him," she shook her head, "But I'm not. Liam was the love of my life . . . he opened doors for me. He made me love, he made me trust . . . and now he's back." Tears brimmed her eyes.
Giles pulled her into a hug, the ex-Watcher stroking her hair in comfort. "It's alright."
Buffy chuckled again. "I wish."
Giles took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I don't know what The Powers That Be are planning to do with this fiasco they had come up with . . . " he said truthfully, "But all I can say is that . . . you have to be strong. For yourself . . . and for him."
"Is that all I can do?" Buffy sobbed.
"That and . . . have faith . . . " he said with a tone of certainty, "And dream about the future."
"The future . . . " she whispered, closing her eyes as grief clouded her face. "Do you think I'll have one?" she asked, "With him?"
"Have faith, Buffy" Giles repeated, "And just dream."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hey, Buff," Xander greeted as the vampire with a soul entered the dining room, taking in the sight of her friends playing cards on her priceless antique Victorian table.
A small crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, giving off a light bright enough for them to play under. The priceless antique plates, cups, napkins, and utensils were carefully stored away within their glass case cabinets that surrounded the dining room.
"Care for a game of Gold Fish?" Xander asked, holding up the back of his cards so no one could take a peek at it.
Buffy smiled at him. "What are we playing for?" she asked, sitting down next to Willow as the redhead smiled at her in greeting.
"Thongs," Oz answered, staring at his cards with much concentration.
Xander gaped at him. "You barely talk two words in a month and you had to waste one of those words on 'thongs'?" the brunette scolded.
"Sorry," Oz apologized without an ounce of sincerity.
"Great," Xander rolled his eyes, "There goes word number two."
"Get over it, honey," Anya said brightly.
The entire room burst into and argument and Buffy had to smile.
This was her family. No matter how messed up they all were . . . they were as close to home as she could possibly get.
With Xander as the front man and the much needed comedy of the group. The only normal human within their circle.
Next came Anya. Xander's girlfriend. A vengeance demon without . . . well . . . the vengeance. She was still getting to the human lifestyle after more than a thousand years of being a demon.
Oz, their house trained werewolf, was the quietest out of all of them . . . but the most thoughtful as well. Even with his lack of words, whenever Oz did talk, it was the most welcoming thing anyone of them could hear.
He was the one Buffy could talk to the most. He listens without a word and is able to bring her comfort with one sentence. Nobody really knew how close the two of them grew right after his break up with Willow.
Willow, the redhead, was a witch in her proper respect. She would be considered as Buffy's best friend and sister.
Tara, Willow's girlfriend, quietly sat with Willow. She never talked much, just like Oz. But when she did, she stuttered. She was a witch as well. Not as powerful as Willow, but close enough.
"So Buff," Xander said, steering Buffy out of her thoughts, "What do you bet?"
Buffy smirked. "The one I'm wearing now."
Everyone stared at her.
"I am so definitely in," Xander said, earning a smack on the head from a very jealous Anya.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy entered her room after a long game of Gold Fish with the rest of the gang and Oz silently winning all the thongs, they had all retired to their rooms after their twelfth game, except for Giles who went to bed early.
She turned on the lights and was greeted with her large canopy bed, cream sheer drapes hanging from it like a rainfall of silk. To the right was her bathroom, her closet, and a small lounge room with a settee, a TV, VCR, CD player, her Play Station, and her new X-Box.
She walked towards her balcony, opening the double French doors and letting in the cool breeze. Her curtains billowed dramatically as she walked out into the gray stone terrace, looking out at the sea of twinkling lights.
She looked down at her hands, particularly her left hand where a wedding ring should be placed in her ring finger.
She shook her head in agitation as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, a bad and pretty disturbing habit she picked up from Giles.
"I need to stop this," she mumbled.
"Stop what?"
Buffy smiled and took a deep breath. "What are you doing here?"
"Noticed that something was bugging you," Oz said, coming up to stand besides her. "You met with Angel I reckon."
"Yup," she nodded.
"Then I can pretty much guess what happened," he said.
Buffy nodded again.
Silence.
"Love is immortal," Oz finally broke in. "It's never forgotten . . . remember that," he said and turned and left Buffy with her thoughts.
Continued . . .
Just to let everybody know, this is Sare Bear, Baby Blues' friend. She just went through a surgery and won't be able to update for sometime. So, as her bestfriend, I'm gonna be updating until she recovers. Again, thank you for the reviews, not only on her behalf but mine. You've given her something she can excell at and you guys have made her happy just for enjoying her stories. :)
Chapter Title: The Addams Family
Author: Baby Blues
E-mail: purely_blissful@hotmail.com
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but the story is.
Summary: Buffy returns home to her estrange family.
Dedication: To . . . everyone! Happy Holidays! Enjoy break, 'cause I sure will . . . with all the writing and typing I'm gonna do. Sounds like a bore . . . but you guys will enjoy the outcome of it! Hopefully anyways! ^__^
Excerpt:
~Xander: Hey, Buff . . . Care for a game of Gold Fish?
~Buffy: What are we playing for?
~Oz: Thongs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy placed her key inside the gold lock and turned it before opening the door. She was then greeted with the sounds of laughter and chatter inside the penthouse she called home.
Buffy smiled and closed the door behind her, dropping her keys on the table by the door as she gazed around.
All the lights were on in living room. It was completely empty except for the empty cream colored couch, cherry wood coffee table with a clear glass vase filled with cream colored roses. A few petals were strewn across the wood, suggesting a new set of roses to replace them.
Silky cream drapes hung from the top of the large windows that overlooked the city of LA and towards the floor, the bundle blending in with the cream colored plush carpet.
A large big screen TV stood off to the left.
The bedrooms and the bathrooms were in the hall to the right, and at the end would be the staircase that would lead to the second floor where her master bedroom, the game room, the balcony, and the party room would be.
Buffy took a deep breath and rubbed her shoulder wearily. It had been a long and tiring night with emotions *and* hormones running high. She could still remember the tender contact of Angel's hands on her skin as he tended to her wound . . . she had missed his touch greatly during these years.
She sighed and walked towards the right where the grand dining room and kitchen should be.
"Hello, Buffy," Giles greeted warmly, not taking his eyes away from his book as she sat on the bar stool next to him on the kitchen counter. "How was patrol?" he asked, taking a tentative sip of his coffee.
"Hell," she answered, "Got beaten up pretty badly."
He looked up form his book and frowned. "Are you alright?"
She nodded. "Angel helped," she said, and slightly lifted up her shirt to show him her injury, gauzed up and already healing.
Giles carefully studied it and stared at her in worry. "How did it go?"
"He's growing a fascination with me," Buffy answered truthfully as she nervously fidgeted with her fingers. "I don't know if I can continue staying away from him . . . and if he'll take my warning and stay away from me."
The old man placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and smiled sadly. "You can only do your best, Buffy," he told her.
She nodded and sighed. "I know what you must be thinking," she said, chuckling bitterly. "For two-hundred and plus years . . . you would think that I'd be over him," she shook her head, "But I'm not. Liam was the love of my life . . . he opened doors for me. He made me love, he made me trust . . . and now he's back." Tears brimmed her eyes.
Giles pulled her into a hug, the ex-Watcher stroking her hair in comfort. "It's alright."
Buffy chuckled again. "I wish."
Giles took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I don't know what The Powers That Be are planning to do with this fiasco they had come up with . . . " he said truthfully, "But all I can say is that . . . you have to be strong. For yourself . . . and for him."
"Is that all I can do?" Buffy sobbed.
"That and . . . have faith . . . " he said with a tone of certainty, "And dream about the future."
"The future . . . " she whispered, closing her eyes as grief clouded her face. "Do you think I'll have one?" she asked, "With him?"
"Have faith, Buffy" Giles repeated, "And just dream."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hey, Buff," Xander greeted as the vampire with a soul entered the dining room, taking in the sight of her friends playing cards on her priceless antique Victorian table.
A small crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, giving off a light bright enough for them to play under. The priceless antique plates, cups, napkins, and utensils were carefully stored away within their glass case cabinets that surrounded the dining room.
"Care for a game of Gold Fish?" Xander asked, holding up the back of his cards so no one could take a peek at it.
Buffy smiled at him. "What are we playing for?" she asked, sitting down next to Willow as the redhead smiled at her in greeting.
"Thongs," Oz answered, staring at his cards with much concentration.
Xander gaped at him. "You barely talk two words in a month and you had to waste one of those words on 'thongs'?" the brunette scolded.
"Sorry," Oz apologized without an ounce of sincerity.
"Great," Xander rolled his eyes, "There goes word number two."
"Get over it, honey," Anya said brightly.
The entire room burst into and argument and Buffy had to smile.
This was her family. No matter how messed up they all were . . . they were as close to home as she could possibly get.
With Xander as the front man and the much needed comedy of the group. The only normal human within their circle.
Next came Anya. Xander's girlfriend. A vengeance demon without . . . well . . . the vengeance. She was still getting to the human lifestyle after more than a thousand years of being a demon.
Oz, their house trained werewolf, was the quietest out of all of them . . . but the most thoughtful as well. Even with his lack of words, whenever Oz did talk, it was the most welcoming thing anyone of them could hear.
He was the one Buffy could talk to the most. He listens without a word and is able to bring her comfort with one sentence. Nobody really knew how close the two of them grew right after his break up with Willow.
Willow, the redhead, was a witch in her proper respect. She would be considered as Buffy's best friend and sister.
Tara, Willow's girlfriend, quietly sat with Willow. She never talked much, just like Oz. But when she did, she stuttered. She was a witch as well. Not as powerful as Willow, but close enough.
"So Buff," Xander said, steering Buffy out of her thoughts, "What do you bet?"
Buffy smirked. "The one I'm wearing now."
Everyone stared at her.
"I am so definitely in," Xander said, earning a smack on the head from a very jealous Anya.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy entered her room after a long game of Gold Fish with the rest of the gang and Oz silently winning all the thongs, they had all retired to their rooms after their twelfth game, except for Giles who went to bed early.
She turned on the lights and was greeted with her large canopy bed, cream sheer drapes hanging from it like a rainfall of silk. To the right was her bathroom, her closet, and a small lounge room with a settee, a TV, VCR, CD player, her Play Station, and her new X-Box.
She walked towards her balcony, opening the double French doors and letting in the cool breeze. Her curtains billowed dramatically as she walked out into the gray stone terrace, looking out at the sea of twinkling lights.
She looked down at her hands, particularly her left hand where a wedding ring should be placed in her ring finger.
She shook her head in agitation as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, a bad and pretty disturbing habit she picked up from Giles.
"I need to stop this," she mumbled.
"Stop what?"
Buffy smiled and took a deep breath. "What are you doing here?"
"Noticed that something was bugging you," Oz said, coming up to stand besides her. "You met with Angel I reckon."
"Yup," she nodded.
"Then I can pretty much guess what happened," he said.
Buffy nodded again.
Silence.
"Love is immortal," Oz finally broke in. "It's never forgotten . . . remember that," he said and turned and left Buffy with her thoughts.
Continued . . .
Just to let everybody know, this is Sare Bear, Baby Blues' friend. She just went through a surgery and won't be able to update for sometime. So, as her bestfriend, I'm gonna be updating until she recovers. Again, thank you for the reviews, not only on her behalf but mine. You've given her something she can excell at and you guys have made her happy just for enjoying her stories. :)