This is my first ever Buffy fic so please be kind. It's a very short start,
just a bit past 1000 words, so I apologize for that but I just had to end
this chapter where I did. Now you might think it's dumb or stupid now but I
assure you that, forgive me but, the plot will thicken, so to speak. I'm
very open to suggestions but I pretty much have the story playing out in my
head right now. I might have a few technicalities due to the fact that I am
new to BtVS and I don't know what happens in later episodes and I could
really ruin Joss' whole plan and I'm sorry so try to ignore. Please review.
Oh I also need help on my title. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Placing my hand on the wooden door, I took a deep breath before pushing it open. I had peered in the circular window before entering, but for some reason I thought the room I was standing in would somehow be different than the room I saw through the window. I shook my head smiling to myself thinking how I wasn't a child anymore and I no longer had those silly visions. I took a few more steps into the big book filled library trying to find someone who might be of help but it was plain to see the place was deserted.
Looking to my left I saw what might have been a checkout desk. Walking over to it I placed my briefcase on the desk trying to find something that could be helpful to me. The desk was scattered with papers and books, but one particular text caught my eye. It was open to a page that had a picture of something that looked like it was right out of a horror movie with words written beside it, which seemed to be in Latin or Greek. Just as I was making sense of it, someone had come up a shut the book right before my eyes. I looked up to find a tall man looking down at me.
"Can I help you with anything?" he said, his voice thick with a British accent.
"Why yes," I replied, "I'm looking for someone actually."
Thinking for a moment, trying to remember the name of the man that my aunt had mentioned, I realized I'd forgotten. I reached into my breifcas pulling out the letter she'd written. Scanning through it I found the name.
"Giles," I said without thinking, "I'm sorry. I'm looking for a one, Rupert Giles. Do you know who he is or where I could find him?"
The man smiled at me removing his glasses and rubbing his forehead.
"Why yes," he said, "That's me actually."
"Great." I said relieved I'd found at least one person, "That's wonderful. I've been looking everywhere for you."
We stood there for a few awkward moments in silence. The man seemed to look confused as if there was something he wanted me to say.
"Would it be wrong of me to ask why?" He said finally smiling a bit.
"Oh god," I said realizing I hadn't yet told him, "I'm sorry. It's just it's been a long couple of days. I'm usually not this scatter-brained. You see, my aunt she wrote me this letter and-"
Just as I was explaining myself a young girl burst through the doors. She was petite and seemed very feminine which was rather strange since I didn't expect to see a girl like her stomping through the door like that.
"Giles," she was saying, "We've got-", and then she stopped herself looking at me, "company." She said scrunching her nose.
"Oh please, don't mind me." I stated. "Whatever you need to tell Mr. Giles here seems rather important. I can wait."
She looked at him strangely sending him signals of some kind that what she wanted to tell him wasn't something she wanted me to hear.
"Nonsense." Rupert said walking over to the young girl, "Buffy this is-" he stopped to think for a second, "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."
"Rachel, well Rae," I corrected myself, "Only my grandparents call me Rachel. I hate it."
"She was just telling me why she came to Sunnydale." Rupert said turning to me, "Now what was this about a letter."
I looked around and saw a table with a few chairs scattered about. Since I planned on explaining myself fully I thought I owed it to these people to at least hear what I had to say in comfort.
"Perhaps we should sit." I told them motioning to the chairs.
"Yes," Rupert said, "Yes of course."
Once we were seated I proceeded in telling them why I was here and why I had to seek out Rupert Giles rather than my aunt.
"I'm not really sure where to begin." I said thinking for a moment. "Well I suppose this all happened around the time I was studying at NYU trying to earn my PhD in pediatrics. I was living in New York at the time, naturally, and I guess my aunt wrote me a letter requesting that I come see her immediately, which isn't that strange in our family. The only problem is I wasn't happy at NYU and when I got accepted into Oxford, I thought it in my best interest to transfer and finish my graduating year there. So she sent the letter to my address in New York so I never received it, until now that is. It told me all about her life here and you, Rupert. I arrived two day ago trying to find her but it's like she just disappeared or something. That's why I came here. I thought that you might be able to help me find her."
"Well I'll do the best that I can." He told me.
"Thank you." I replied, "Well it says in her letter that she is some sort computer teacher or something here at the school."
As I told them this both Buffy's and Rupert's smiles faded right off their faces and a look of grief and anguish as he sunk back into his chair once again removing his glasses and she leaned forward listening attentively.
"This girl, your aunt," Buffy said very directly, "What was her name."
"I apologize, didn't I tell you." I said shaking my head. I didn't understand what was wrong with me lately, "Jennifer Calendar."
She let out a long, pain-filled sigh saying, "I was afraid you'd say that."
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Chapter One
Placing my hand on the wooden door, I took a deep breath before pushing it open. I had peered in the circular window before entering, but for some reason I thought the room I was standing in would somehow be different than the room I saw through the window. I shook my head smiling to myself thinking how I wasn't a child anymore and I no longer had those silly visions. I took a few more steps into the big book filled library trying to find someone who might be of help but it was plain to see the place was deserted.
Looking to my left I saw what might have been a checkout desk. Walking over to it I placed my briefcase on the desk trying to find something that could be helpful to me. The desk was scattered with papers and books, but one particular text caught my eye. It was open to a page that had a picture of something that looked like it was right out of a horror movie with words written beside it, which seemed to be in Latin or Greek. Just as I was making sense of it, someone had come up a shut the book right before my eyes. I looked up to find a tall man looking down at me.
"Can I help you with anything?" he said, his voice thick with a British accent.
"Why yes," I replied, "I'm looking for someone actually."
Thinking for a moment, trying to remember the name of the man that my aunt had mentioned, I realized I'd forgotten. I reached into my breifcas pulling out the letter she'd written. Scanning through it I found the name.
"Giles," I said without thinking, "I'm sorry. I'm looking for a one, Rupert Giles. Do you know who he is or where I could find him?"
The man smiled at me removing his glasses and rubbing his forehead.
"Why yes," he said, "That's me actually."
"Great." I said relieved I'd found at least one person, "That's wonderful. I've been looking everywhere for you."
We stood there for a few awkward moments in silence. The man seemed to look confused as if there was something he wanted me to say.
"Would it be wrong of me to ask why?" He said finally smiling a bit.
"Oh god," I said realizing I hadn't yet told him, "I'm sorry. It's just it's been a long couple of days. I'm usually not this scatter-brained. You see, my aunt she wrote me this letter and-"
Just as I was explaining myself a young girl burst through the doors. She was petite and seemed very feminine which was rather strange since I didn't expect to see a girl like her stomping through the door like that.
"Giles," she was saying, "We've got-", and then she stopped herself looking at me, "company." She said scrunching her nose.
"Oh please, don't mind me." I stated. "Whatever you need to tell Mr. Giles here seems rather important. I can wait."
She looked at him strangely sending him signals of some kind that what she wanted to tell him wasn't something she wanted me to hear.
"Nonsense." Rupert said walking over to the young girl, "Buffy this is-" he stopped to think for a second, "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."
"Rachel, well Rae," I corrected myself, "Only my grandparents call me Rachel. I hate it."
"She was just telling me why she came to Sunnydale." Rupert said turning to me, "Now what was this about a letter."
I looked around and saw a table with a few chairs scattered about. Since I planned on explaining myself fully I thought I owed it to these people to at least hear what I had to say in comfort.
"Perhaps we should sit." I told them motioning to the chairs.
"Yes," Rupert said, "Yes of course."
Once we were seated I proceeded in telling them why I was here and why I had to seek out Rupert Giles rather than my aunt.
"I'm not really sure where to begin." I said thinking for a moment. "Well I suppose this all happened around the time I was studying at NYU trying to earn my PhD in pediatrics. I was living in New York at the time, naturally, and I guess my aunt wrote me a letter requesting that I come see her immediately, which isn't that strange in our family. The only problem is I wasn't happy at NYU and when I got accepted into Oxford, I thought it in my best interest to transfer and finish my graduating year there. So she sent the letter to my address in New York so I never received it, until now that is. It told me all about her life here and you, Rupert. I arrived two day ago trying to find her but it's like she just disappeared or something. That's why I came here. I thought that you might be able to help me find her."
"Well I'll do the best that I can." He told me.
"Thank you." I replied, "Well it says in her letter that she is some sort computer teacher or something here at the school."
As I told them this both Buffy's and Rupert's smiles faded right off their faces and a look of grief and anguish as he sunk back into his chair once again removing his glasses and she leaned forward listening attentively.
"This girl, your aunt," Buffy said very directly, "What was her name."
"I apologize, didn't I tell you." I said shaking my head. I didn't understand what was wrong with me lately, "Jennifer Calendar."
She let out a long, pain-filled sigh saying, "I was afraid you'd say that."
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