Title: Bye bye baby
Author: Lady Fire heart aka Faith
Rating: R
Pairings: B/S
Summary: Buffy finds gets majorly sick and goes to the doctor but when she gets there the diagnosis is not what she was expecting.
Time set: Maybe late season 6 to early season 7
Feedback: please oh please I would love that.
Disclaimer: These characters to not belong to me. They belong to the great and almighty Joss. Believe me I wish I had written it. Then I would have an excuse to meet James marsters. (lol)
Special thanks go out to:
Rick for helping me feel better when I was kind of depressed
Tanner for showing me that guys were not all so bad
Chris for showing me international guys were a lot of fun.
Jessica for being a great online buffy buddy
and the next Jessica for being another great buffy buddy
Luna for being just really wise and giving me confidence to keep writing
Sydney for being just totally off the wall and making me laugh.
Kristyn: for reading and just making me way to proud of myself sometimes
Mary: for being the best buddy anyone could have.
Teri: For teaching me lot's of sneaky ways that people could get around problems in the story.
Mark: For challenging me into all kinds of story plots and giving me a really awesome demon idea for this story.
Ant: I never knew why you wanted to be called ant and I still am not sure about your real name but you are a great guy friend to have.
Morgan: for showing me just because your little doesn't mean you're a wimp.
My mom for telling me I could be whatever I wanted to be.
Sarahvampgrl: A great writer on this same site! She wrote so incredibly well that I had to try it out.
And last to Anthony who has annoyed me and wrote me and wrote me and told me I was a hot mama. Thank you for introducing me to Rick so that now I have a new friend.
And thank you reader for reading my stories. Please read and review.
Ok now enough thank you's I think. And on with the story. Ba da da dah. (Drum roll please)
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Michael shuffled the cards onto the floor. "Okay Joyce this is getting boring." Joyce looked over at him with a smile that meant only trouble. "Okay… Race you up the stairs!!" she squealed before scrambling up and towards the stairs. "Hey!" Michael shouted. "Wait up!!" Joyce skidded to a halt and ran up the stairs towards the second floor. "Ha Michael cant catch me!" she taunted as she hit the second floor landing and ran on to the next stairs leading towards the third floor. She stopped and sat down on the top stair as Michael came scrambling up behind her and sat down. "How do you beat me every time?" he gasped through deep breaths.
"Joyce smiled and stood. "Come on. We'll play a video game." Michael shook his head. "Your dad hates those living dead games." Joyce shrugged. "Well my parents aren't here now are they?" Michael still shook his head. "No. I am scared of your dad. He is just creepy." Joyce rolled her eyes. "What is so extremely creepy about William Suffolk? He is completely normal." A memory flashed in front of her as she remembered him standing beside her mom. She pulled herself away and lay back on the wood floor. "Sometimes when he's around my mom he seems different like tough or something. But then he is just normal old dad again. He probably has never done one exciting thing in his entire life." Michael shrugged. "Well he still scares me."
Joyce smiled as she saw the pull down stairs to the attic. "Oh Michael I have a great idea." Michael looked at the ceiling and getting her train of thought he scrambled to his feet and backed up against the wall. "Joyce they told us not to go up there." Joyce jumped up and grabbed the rope. "And they told me not to hang out around the cemetery at night but do I listen?" she said smoothly as her feet hit the ground and she looked up the stairs. "I only listen to them if there's something good in it for me." She taunted before climbing up into the dark. Michael looked around nervously. "Of course you never listen. Your big tough Joyce." He muttered as he climbed up after her.
Joyce clicked on the small hanging bulb and looked around. Just a boring old dusty attic like any boring couple would have. "Come on Joyce let's go back down. There's nothing in here we are interested in. Please?" she was about to listen to Michael when a large chest caught her eye. Joyce stepped over the boxes of trinkets and books until she came to the faded wooden chest that was packed in the corner. Joyce tried to lift the lid but found it was padlocked and the keyhole was broken.
Michael stepped up behind her. "Joyce please?" he whimpered. Joyce sighed and snapped. "Don't be such a wimp." She pulled the hairpin out of her long curly blonde hair and started to pick the lock. She had been picking locks since she could talk but her parents never noticed. The lock clicked and Joyce slowly opened the lid.
Instead of the dazzling pirate treasure or adoption papers she was hoping to find; she found a chest full of old clothes and pictures. Joyce lifted a long black trench coat and pulled it on. What a cool coat. She could see herself now walking along standing tall with the coat swishing out behind her. She would look so wicked awesome. Joyce spun around so Michael could see. "Wow." Michael whispered. "Was that your dad's?"" Joyce lifted the faded leather and the smell of the coat wafted around her. It smelled like tobacco and another familiar scent. "Well my dad doesn't smoke so this cant be his. But it cant be my mom's either."
Joyce turned towards the chest and picked up a faded picture. "Hey this looks like my aunt willow and aunt Tara." She gasped. But they never lived in a place called Sunnydale did they?" Michael shrugged and moved towards the chest when he stopped in horror. Joyce's blonde curls flicked to her back as she turned quickly and looked towards the steps. Her heart beat faster as she heard the terrifying sound.
"Joyce? Honey I'm home." Michael scrambled towards the steps and climbed back down to the third floor landing. Joyce slammed the trunk closed and slid down the ladder. Joyce gasped as she heard footsteps coming up. She pushed hard and the ladder folded back into the ceiling. Michael slid into the playroom and Joyce followed.
Joyce looked up from the book she had pulled haste fully off the shelf. Her mother Anne was standing there with her hair pulled back. "Hello Michael." She said cheerfully with a familiar glint in her eye that meant she knew something was up. "Where exactly were you two today while I went and organized the gallery?" she asked. Joyce smiled brightly. "We have been right here reading all day mum." She answered. Anne smirked as if she had caught them red handed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well that's good to hear because you both know that the attic is forbidden." Joyce nodded. "Of course we knew that. The attic is a dangerous place I bet." She said sarcastically. Anne glared at her and turned back towards the hall. "You can come on down for lemonade and a snack." She said cheerfully and then closed the door a little. Joyce sighed in relief just before the door opened again and Anne smiled at her. "Oh and Joyce? I can see your reading that book extremely well." Joyce stared down at the page a little confused before she realized the book was upside down. Joyce blushed and looked back to her mother who smirked and closed the door.
Michael snickered quietly and Joyce threw the book at him and she rolled in laughter when it hit him straight in the forehead. "Ow!!" Michael shouted as he held his head trying to stop the throbbing pain. Joyce stood and opened the door a crack. "Come on Michael. Let's go get snacks."
Michael stood slowly and they headed towards the stairs. Joyce looked back towards him and smiled evilly before jumping down five stairs and sprinting towards the second floor. Joyce raced past her bedroom and her mom and dad's bedroom and then ran down the last part of the steps to be caught around the waist with a squeal.
"Dad! Put me down!" she jumped away from him and landed cat like on the floor. William smiled and ruffled her hair. She giggled and shoved his hand away. "Dad I hate when you do that." Joyce snickered as Michael stopped dead in his tracks and he saw William. "Hello sir." He whispered. William nodded and smiled as Anne leaned against the kitchen doorframe.
Joyce gulped as a fear filled her. What if her mother mentioned the playroom incident? Anne smiled and beckoned for him to follow her into the kitchen. Joyce sighed as William went into the kitchen and the door closed. Michael shivered and leaned against the wall. "Your dad is creepy." Joyce shook her head. "Nah. He is handsome as my mum puts it and cares about family more than anything." Michael moved towards the stairs. "Whatever you say I still think he is creepy."
Joyce's hand roamed to the scar on her cheek. It had been a bad habit as long as she could remember. If she was thinking really hard or if she was really nervous about something her hand would run along the scar. Her mother and father would always change the subject when she asked how she got it. She dreamed sometimes of some exciting fight that her parents had fought to protect her. But thanks to her great luck it probably was just a deep scratch from a nail or broken glass.
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Joyce lay back on her bed as Michael pulled out his latest comic book and stretched out on the floor. Joyce loved her room. The colors were deep and made the room seem almost like it was underground. The red's, blues, and purples mixed together perfectly even though Anne had said it would look to dark.
Joyce would sit here and dream about monsters and demons and people who would save the world frequently. She loved those dreams. Some of her dreams were so real that she would wake up anxiously hoping to be tied up in trouble having some sort of adventure but would find only her room and her pictures of fairy tale monsters loaming out of the dark. Those dreams were hard to bear. She hated being this normal little girl. In the few dreams that were so familiar she was gifted and people were after her all the time. But here nobody ever even noticed her except for her parents and Michael.
Joyce closed her eyes as a memory danced into her thoughts. She was in somebody's arms. The man was gruesome. He whispered to her about her parents being gone forever and how she would meet him again and she would be powerful. Joyce sat up with a gasp. Was that really a memory? Or was it just another daydream?
Joyce looked over at Michael who was watching her as if she had totally flipped. Joyce shook her head. "I'm okay. Really. I think." Michael turned back to the comic and began reading again.
Joyce picked up her book off the nightstand and opened to her favorite chapter. She loved Anne Rice vampire books. They were familiar and for some reason made Joyce feel safe and at home. Joyce read along and was so deep into the book she did not notice the footsteps echoing up the staircase towards her room…
TBC
Author: Lady Fire heart aka Faith
Rating: R
Pairings: B/S
Summary: Buffy finds gets majorly sick and goes to the doctor but when she gets there the diagnosis is not what she was expecting.
Time set: Maybe late season 6 to early season 7
Feedback: please oh please I would love that.
Disclaimer: These characters to not belong to me. They belong to the great and almighty Joss. Believe me I wish I had written it. Then I would have an excuse to meet James marsters. (lol)
Special thanks go out to:
Rick for helping me feel better when I was kind of depressed
Tanner for showing me that guys were not all so bad
Chris for showing me international guys were a lot of fun.
Jessica for being a great online buffy buddy
and the next Jessica for being another great buffy buddy
Luna for being just really wise and giving me confidence to keep writing
Sydney for being just totally off the wall and making me laugh.
Kristyn: for reading and just making me way to proud of myself sometimes
Mary: for being the best buddy anyone could have.
Teri: For teaching me lot's of sneaky ways that people could get around problems in the story.
Mark: For challenging me into all kinds of story plots and giving me a really awesome demon idea for this story.
Ant: I never knew why you wanted to be called ant and I still am not sure about your real name but you are a great guy friend to have.
Morgan: for showing me just because your little doesn't mean you're a wimp.
My mom for telling me I could be whatever I wanted to be.
Sarahvampgrl: A great writer on this same site! She wrote so incredibly well that I had to try it out.
And last to Anthony who has annoyed me and wrote me and wrote me and told me I was a hot mama. Thank you for introducing me to Rick so that now I have a new friend.
And thank you reader for reading my stories. Please read and review.
Ok now enough thank you's I think. And on with the story. Ba da da dah. (Drum roll please)
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Michael shuffled the cards onto the floor. "Okay Joyce this is getting boring." Joyce looked over at him with a smile that meant only trouble. "Okay… Race you up the stairs!!" she squealed before scrambling up and towards the stairs. "Hey!" Michael shouted. "Wait up!!" Joyce skidded to a halt and ran up the stairs towards the second floor. "Ha Michael cant catch me!" she taunted as she hit the second floor landing and ran on to the next stairs leading towards the third floor. She stopped and sat down on the top stair as Michael came scrambling up behind her and sat down. "How do you beat me every time?" he gasped through deep breaths.
"Joyce smiled and stood. "Come on. We'll play a video game." Michael shook his head. "Your dad hates those living dead games." Joyce shrugged. "Well my parents aren't here now are they?" Michael still shook his head. "No. I am scared of your dad. He is just creepy." Joyce rolled her eyes. "What is so extremely creepy about William Suffolk? He is completely normal." A memory flashed in front of her as she remembered him standing beside her mom. She pulled herself away and lay back on the wood floor. "Sometimes when he's around my mom he seems different like tough or something. But then he is just normal old dad again. He probably has never done one exciting thing in his entire life." Michael shrugged. "Well he still scares me."
Joyce smiled as she saw the pull down stairs to the attic. "Oh Michael I have a great idea." Michael looked at the ceiling and getting her train of thought he scrambled to his feet and backed up against the wall. "Joyce they told us not to go up there." Joyce jumped up and grabbed the rope. "And they told me not to hang out around the cemetery at night but do I listen?" she said smoothly as her feet hit the ground and she looked up the stairs. "I only listen to them if there's something good in it for me." She taunted before climbing up into the dark. Michael looked around nervously. "Of course you never listen. Your big tough Joyce." He muttered as he climbed up after her.
Joyce clicked on the small hanging bulb and looked around. Just a boring old dusty attic like any boring couple would have. "Come on Joyce let's go back down. There's nothing in here we are interested in. Please?" she was about to listen to Michael when a large chest caught her eye. Joyce stepped over the boxes of trinkets and books until she came to the faded wooden chest that was packed in the corner. Joyce tried to lift the lid but found it was padlocked and the keyhole was broken.
Michael stepped up behind her. "Joyce please?" he whimpered. Joyce sighed and snapped. "Don't be such a wimp." She pulled the hairpin out of her long curly blonde hair and started to pick the lock. She had been picking locks since she could talk but her parents never noticed. The lock clicked and Joyce slowly opened the lid.
Instead of the dazzling pirate treasure or adoption papers she was hoping to find; she found a chest full of old clothes and pictures. Joyce lifted a long black trench coat and pulled it on. What a cool coat. She could see herself now walking along standing tall with the coat swishing out behind her. She would look so wicked awesome. Joyce spun around so Michael could see. "Wow." Michael whispered. "Was that your dad's?"" Joyce lifted the faded leather and the smell of the coat wafted around her. It smelled like tobacco and another familiar scent. "Well my dad doesn't smoke so this cant be his. But it cant be my mom's either."
Joyce turned towards the chest and picked up a faded picture. "Hey this looks like my aunt willow and aunt Tara." She gasped. But they never lived in a place called Sunnydale did they?" Michael shrugged and moved towards the chest when he stopped in horror. Joyce's blonde curls flicked to her back as she turned quickly and looked towards the steps. Her heart beat faster as she heard the terrifying sound.
"Joyce? Honey I'm home." Michael scrambled towards the steps and climbed back down to the third floor landing. Joyce slammed the trunk closed and slid down the ladder. Joyce gasped as she heard footsteps coming up. She pushed hard and the ladder folded back into the ceiling. Michael slid into the playroom and Joyce followed.
Joyce looked up from the book she had pulled haste fully off the shelf. Her mother Anne was standing there with her hair pulled back. "Hello Michael." She said cheerfully with a familiar glint in her eye that meant she knew something was up. "Where exactly were you two today while I went and organized the gallery?" she asked. Joyce smiled brightly. "We have been right here reading all day mum." She answered. Anne smirked as if she had caught them red handed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well that's good to hear because you both know that the attic is forbidden." Joyce nodded. "Of course we knew that. The attic is a dangerous place I bet." She said sarcastically. Anne glared at her and turned back towards the hall. "You can come on down for lemonade and a snack." She said cheerfully and then closed the door a little. Joyce sighed in relief just before the door opened again and Anne smiled at her. "Oh and Joyce? I can see your reading that book extremely well." Joyce stared down at the page a little confused before she realized the book was upside down. Joyce blushed and looked back to her mother who smirked and closed the door.
Michael snickered quietly and Joyce threw the book at him and she rolled in laughter when it hit him straight in the forehead. "Ow!!" Michael shouted as he held his head trying to stop the throbbing pain. Joyce stood and opened the door a crack. "Come on Michael. Let's go get snacks."
Michael stood slowly and they headed towards the stairs. Joyce looked back towards him and smiled evilly before jumping down five stairs and sprinting towards the second floor. Joyce raced past her bedroom and her mom and dad's bedroom and then ran down the last part of the steps to be caught around the waist with a squeal.
"Dad! Put me down!" she jumped away from him and landed cat like on the floor. William smiled and ruffled her hair. She giggled and shoved his hand away. "Dad I hate when you do that." Joyce snickered as Michael stopped dead in his tracks and he saw William. "Hello sir." He whispered. William nodded and smiled as Anne leaned against the kitchen doorframe.
Joyce gulped as a fear filled her. What if her mother mentioned the playroom incident? Anne smiled and beckoned for him to follow her into the kitchen. Joyce sighed as William went into the kitchen and the door closed. Michael shivered and leaned against the wall. "Your dad is creepy." Joyce shook her head. "Nah. He is handsome as my mum puts it and cares about family more than anything." Michael moved towards the stairs. "Whatever you say I still think he is creepy."
Joyce's hand roamed to the scar on her cheek. It had been a bad habit as long as she could remember. If she was thinking really hard or if she was really nervous about something her hand would run along the scar. Her mother and father would always change the subject when she asked how she got it. She dreamed sometimes of some exciting fight that her parents had fought to protect her. But thanks to her great luck it probably was just a deep scratch from a nail or broken glass.
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Joyce lay back on her bed as Michael pulled out his latest comic book and stretched out on the floor. Joyce loved her room. The colors were deep and made the room seem almost like it was underground. The red's, blues, and purples mixed together perfectly even though Anne had said it would look to dark.
Joyce would sit here and dream about monsters and demons and people who would save the world frequently. She loved those dreams. Some of her dreams were so real that she would wake up anxiously hoping to be tied up in trouble having some sort of adventure but would find only her room and her pictures of fairy tale monsters loaming out of the dark. Those dreams were hard to bear. She hated being this normal little girl. In the few dreams that were so familiar she was gifted and people were after her all the time. But here nobody ever even noticed her except for her parents and Michael.
Joyce closed her eyes as a memory danced into her thoughts. She was in somebody's arms. The man was gruesome. He whispered to her about her parents being gone forever and how she would meet him again and she would be powerful. Joyce sat up with a gasp. Was that really a memory? Or was it just another daydream?
Joyce looked over at Michael who was watching her as if she had totally flipped. Joyce shook her head. "I'm okay. Really. I think." Michael turned back to the comic and began reading again.
Joyce picked up her book off the nightstand and opened to her favorite chapter. She loved Anne Rice vampire books. They were familiar and for some reason made Joyce feel safe and at home. Joyce read along and was so deep into the book she did not notice the footsteps echoing up the staircase towards her room…
TBC