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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Joyce fell with a scream of the bed. "Dad! I told you to knock!" she shouted. Michael turned pale and backed away from William. Joyce sighed heavily as Michael hid behind her. "Michael just read your comic book and ignore him." She said as she pulled him out from behind her.
William sat down on the bed and smiled. It was the same smile that Anne would show when she knew something was up. Joyce sat down and put her head on his chest. "Sorry dad. I was just surprised." She said. William nodded. "Joyce. Your mother told me about you and Michael upstairs. Just what were you doing all day? I am asking this as your father. Can you be truthful for now?" Joyce nodded. "We were going through things in the attic." William looked down to her with a serious expression. "You were what?" he asked with a shaky voice. Joyce looked up at him and said. "We were looking in the attic. We just wanted to know why you and mom forbid it."
William shook his head in disbelief. "Joyce we told you not to go up there. Forbid is not a challenge. Forbidden means you are not supposed to go up there. Why wont you follow our warnings?" Joyce blushed and buried her face in his shirt. "We were just curious. I'm sorry." There was a long pause where all Joyce could hear was her father's heartbeat and hers. Everything else was dead quiet. William let out a heavy sigh and ran his hands through her hair. "Your just like your mum." Joyce looked up at him again.
"Daddy what were you and mom like when you met?" William smiled. "We were kind of pushed together. We always argued but we had to be together. For you…" Joyce was confused now. "Why would you have to be together? Don't people choose who they love?" William stopped for a minute. "Well we just were." Joyce buried her face in his shirt again and took a breath.
She loved her dad. He was confusing exactly like her. Sometimes he could be so caring and gentle and then he could seem mischievous and tough. William lifted one of her perfect blonde curls. "I have no idea where you get these pin curls though." Joyce smiled. "I think I got it from mum's side." William smirked and ruffled her hair. "Dad." She giggled. She looked up at him again and brushed her hair out of her face. "Dad? We were looking around and we found a chest. There was this black coat and it smelled like tobacco. It was really…"
William stood up quickly. "You are forbidden to go up there ever again." Joyce made a sound of confusion and then said. "But dad was that coat you…" but he cut her off again. "That is all. No more talk of the attic. The subject is over. Done with." William turned and the door slammed shut.
Joyce looked around. "Michael?" Joyce opened up the closet door and with a squeal fell to the floor as Michael fell onto her. Joyce pushed him off with a grunt and stood to dust her clothes off. "Michael. Dad is not that scary." Michael coughed and stood up. "Well he is to me." Joyce shook her head and picked up the Anne rice book up.
"He can be a little strict but other than that. He's fine." Michael picked up his book bag and started shoving his comic books back in. "Do I have to stay here all week?" he asked. Joyce leaned back onto the pillows and opened the book. "Your parents are away for the week so yes you have to stay here." Michael sighed and lay down on his sleeping bag. "Your family is to creepy." Joyce glared at him and looked back to the page.
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Anne smiled as Williams leaned his head onto her shoulder. "She's onto us." Anne dropped the spoon for the soup onto the counter and turned to look at him. William sighed as her hands embraced his face. "William. She's going to find out sooner or later." He nodded and kissed her wrist.
"But she is not ready to find out what kind of parents she had. I don't think you could live with a fact like that." Anne hugged him and rested her head on his chest. "She's like you. I know she'll be able to handle it." William sighed again. "She asks so many questions. I don't know how to answer them."
Anne pulled back from him and stared. "What questions? The scar? Our past? What?" William shook his head. "She found the clothing. She found the trench coat." Anne's eyes went wide and she held her hand to her mouth. "Well what did she think it was?" she said. William took a breath. "She thinks it was cool. She wanted to know if it was mine." Anne shook her head.
"She's getting to close to the truth." William nodded and they leaned against each other. Anne wiped a tear away and turned back to the stove. "Go tell them it's dinner time." William nodded and walked out of the kitchen.
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TBC
SO what do ya think? Please review?
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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Joyce fell with a scream of the bed. "Dad! I told you to knock!" she shouted. Michael turned pale and backed away from William. Joyce sighed heavily as Michael hid behind her. "Michael just read your comic book and ignore him." She said as she pulled him out from behind her.
William sat down on the bed and smiled. It was the same smile that Anne would show when she knew something was up. Joyce sat down and put her head on his chest. "Sorry dad. I was just surprised." She said. William nodded. "Joyce. Your mother told me about you and Michael upstairs. Just what were you doing all day? I am asking this as your father. Can you be truthful for now?" Joyce nodded. "We were going through things in the attic." William looked down to her with a serious expression. "You were what?" he asked with a shaky voice. Joyce looked up at him and said. "We were looking in the attic. We just wanted to know why you and mom forbid it."
William shook his head in disbelief. "Joyce we told you not to go up there. Forbid is not a challenge. Forbidden means you are not supposed to go up there. Why wont you follow our warnings?" Joyce blushed and buried her face in his shirt. "We were just curious. I'm sorry." There was a long pause where all Joyce could hear was her father's heartbeat and hers. Everything else was dead quiet. William let out a heavy sigh and ran his hands through her hair. "Your just like your mum." Joyce looked up at him again.
"Daddy what were you and mom like when you met?" William smiled. "We were kind of pushed together. We always argued but we had to be together. For you…" Joyce was confused now. "Why would you have to be together? Don't people choose who they love?" William stopped for a minute. "Well we just were." Joyce buried her face in his shirt again and took a breath.
She loved her dad. He was confusing exactly like her. Sometimes he could be so caring and gentle and then he could seem mischievous and tough. William lifted one of her perfect blonde curls. "I have no idea where you get these pin curls though." Joyce smiled. "I think I got it from mum's side." William smirked and ruffled her hair. "Dad." She giggled. She looked up at him again and brushed her hair out of her face. "Dad? We were looking around and we found a chest. There was this black coat and it smelled like tobacco. It was really…"
William stood up quickly. "You are forbidden to go up there ever again." Joyce made a sound of confusion and then said. "But dad was that coat you…" but he cut her off again. "That is all. No more talk of the attic. The subject is over. Done with." William turned and the door slammed shut.
Joyce looked around. "Michael?" Joyce opened up the closet door and with a squeal fell to the floor as Michael fell onto her. Joyce pushed him off with a grunt and stood to dust her clothes off. "Michael. Dad is not that scary." Michael coughed and stood up. "Well he is to me." Joyce shook her head and picked up the Anne rice book up.
"He can be a little strict but other than that. He's fine." Michael picked up his book bag and started shoving his comic books back in. "Do I have to stay here all week?" he asked. Joyce leaned back onto the pillows and opened the book. "Your parents are away for the week so yes you have to stay here." Michael sighed and lay down on his sleeping bag. "Your family is to creepy." Joyce glared at him and looked back to the page.
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Anne smiled as Williams leaned his head onto her shoulder. "She's onto us." Anne dropped the spoon for the soup onto the counter and turned to look at him. William sighed as her hands embraced his face. "William. She's going to find out sooner or later." He nodded and kissed her wrist.
"But she is not ready to find out what kind of parents she had. I don't think you could live with a fact like that." Anne hugged him and rested her head on his chest. "She's like you. I know she'll be able to handle it." William sighed again. "She asks so many questions. I don't know how to answer them."
Anne pulled back from him and stared. "What questions? The scar? Our past? What?" William shook his head. "She found the clothing. She found the trench coat." Anne's eyes went wide and she held her hand to her mouth. "Well what did she think it was?" she said. William took a breath. "She thinks it was cool. She wanted to know if it was mine." Anne shook her head.
"She's getting to close to the truth." William nodded and they leaned against each other. Anne wiped a tear away and turned back to the stove. "Go tell them it's dinner time." William nodded and walked out of the kitchen.
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TBC
SO what do ya think? Please review?