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 watched her mother and father talking. They seemed to be the perfect couple. They had no problem calling each other names or having big fights only to make up a few seconds later. Sometimes it seemed like they could read each other's mind they were so much alike.
Questions flew unanswered through Joyce's mind. What was that coat in the attic from? Who was that man she saw in her vision? How had she gotten the scar on her cheek? Why was there a picture of her aunt Willow and aunt Tara in a city called Sunnydale? Why did her parents always change the subject when she asked these questions?
Joyce was so deep in these thoughts that she did not notice Michael reaching under the table. She fell from her chair and glared strongly at Michael who sat there trying not to laugh. Anne came to her side and helped her stand back up and sit down. Joyce kicked Michael and he yelped in pain. Anne and William looked over at him and he blushed. "Just a little headache." He muttered. Anne and William shrugged and began to talk again over work.
Anne worked at a weapons gallery where they housed swords, axes, crossbows, bow and arrows, and basically every old weapon you could think of. William ran the gallery and most of the times hosted huge conventions where people went through and looked at all the weapons. The conventions helped build up the collection of weapons too. People could donate or sell their old ones to the gallery. William hated working with the people though. He said they were too greedy.
Joyce stood up quickly knocking her bowl over in the process. "I want to know!" she shouted. Her parents stopped and looked at her worriedly. "Why do I have this scar? Tell me!" Anne went pale and looked at William who was at a loss for words. Joyce stood there waiting but no one answered. "I hate you! You keep everything from my like it is some horror story!" she turned and ran past her parents and up the stairs.
Anne flinched as she heard Joyce's bedroom door slam shut. "Well we handled that well didn't we?" William was silent. Anne put her arm around him and pulled him close. Michael was frozen in fear and shock. He was sitting across from the man he feared most and his best friend obviously wanted to be alone.
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Joyce threw herself down onto her bed and cried into the pillow. They were hiding her past. She wanted to know what she was and they didn't.
Joyce slipped from the harsh reality to the dream world she loved so much. She was in a cemetery. A mist rose quickly and swept in waves over the tombstones blocking everything from sight. Joyce shivered and ran into the cold. The mist sliced into a thousand silver strands and spread into the sky.
Joyce stopped as she saw a horrid creature come out of the fading mist. It was the man she had seen in her vision earlier. He was tall and his face was covered with scars. Joyce backed away only to find herself up against a brown wall and the sky fading down into room. Joyce stared at the man and gulped as the room became whole.
The man knelt down in front of her and smiled evilly. "Hello little one. I told you we'd meet." Joyce wanted to turn away but she felt glued there looking at his eyes. "What do you want with me? You're an evil man. I know that." The man smiled and ran his hand across the scar on her cheek. "I am rack, and evil depends on your view of evil. I think vampires are evil but other people think they are not as bad as a warlock like me. But you little child are amazing. You have everything…" Joyce whimpered and tried to move away but his hands were on either side pinning her in.
"You're an evil person. Leave me alone!" rack moved closer and closed his eyes before looking at her again. "Your parents will come back. Your parents of the present will be lost forever." Joyce shivered again and turned her face away from him. Rack smiled and licked his lips. "You know. Little girls are so adorable. So innocent." Joyce hit him hard and ran towards the open door. Joyce stopped quickly as the door slammed shut and Rack stood tall and walked towards her. "Hey kiddo. Where are you going?"
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Anne knocked on the bedroom door and waited for a response. "Joyce. It's me. Can you open the door?" no answer came back. Anne opened the door and looked in. Joyce was on her bed asleep. Anne smiled and walked over. Was Joyce breathing? Anne shook Joyce by her shoulders but she fell limp onto the pillows. Anne dropped to her knees and shook her again. "Joyce! Wake up!" Joyce lay still. Anne held her face and wiped tears away. "WILLIAM!!" she shouted.
William rushed up and stood in the doorway. "What? What happened?" Anne lifted Joyce's head. "She wont wake up." William walked over and shook her hard. "Joyce?"
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Rack smiled as she pulled desperately on the doorknob. "Help!" she screamed as she hit the door with her fist. "MUM!! DAD!!" she screamed. She turned and looked at rack that was inches from her. She gulped nervously and stood straight against the door trying to get as far away as possible. "This was always a possibility." He whispered. "What was?" Joyce asked. Rack reached out and pulled her closer to him. "That you would get stuck in a dream. It can happen only to people who their dreams are premonitions or memories." Joyce flinched at his grip. It felt like he was going to pull her arm off. "But I'm normal!" she cried. Rack smiled.
"So they never told you what you were?" Joyce shook her head. "Told me what?" Rack pushed her back and stood. Joyce looked up at the creepy man who was now about 2 feet from her. "Told you what you are. You aren't normal." Joyce rubbed her shoulder. "Yes I am. I am normal as normal comes. My parents are dull and boring. Their nobody's."
Rack smiled. "I see two from the past coming to bring back the past life. Your parents will show up without warning. You will fight along with them." Joyce dropped her hand from her arm and looked up at him. "You mean the parents I have now are not really mine?" Rack shook his head slowly.
"Nope. I bet you want to know when this will happen." Joyce nodded eagerly. "Yes." Rack knelt down and pulled Joyce to him again. "I see red. Bright red." Joyce tried to pull away from him but he held tightly. She groaned in pain. "Let go of me!" she sobbed.
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Anne held Joyce to her. 'Please lord. Help her.' She thought to herself. Anne laid her down onto the bed and sobbed into her hands. William shook his head. "I didn't feel a pulse. Anne, I'm sorry."
Joyce awoke with a gasp and looked around. "Mum? Dad?" she cried in disbelief. She fell into Anne's arms and sobbed. "Mum. There was this awful man. He said you weren't my parents. He said that two people from the past would come and bring my real parents back and that you two would be gone forever." Anne looked at William in shock. "He said we would be gone?" Joyce nodded. "He said his name was Rack and that he was a warlock." William stood quickly in rage and took a deep breath to calm down and sunk down to his knees beside the bed. Anne ran her hand over Joyce's back and shushed her until she was peacefully asleep.
"William. She has these dreams now. We aren't going to let her be with her real parents are we?" William lay Joyce back on to the bed and pulled the covers up around her. "Rack sees it. But I don't understand that two people from the past bit." Anne shook her head. "Me neither." They hugged each other tightly as Michael looked in. "Is she okay?" he whimpered. Anne nodded. "She's fine." William walked past Michael and into the master bedroom. "Fine for now anyway."
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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Joyce watched her mother and father talking. They seemed to be the perfect couple. They had no problem calling each other names or having big fights only to make up a few seconds later. Sometimes it seemed like they could read each other's mind they were so much alike.
Questions flew unanswered through Joyce's mind. What was that coat in the attic from? Who was that man she saw in her vision? How had she gotten the scar on her cheek? Why was there a picture of her aunt Willow and aunt Tara in a city called Sunnydale? Why did her parents always change the subject when she asked these questions?
Joyce was so deep in these thoughts that she did not notice Michael reaching under the table. She fell from her chair and glared strongly at Michael who sat there trying not to laugh. Anne came to her side and helped her stand back up and sit down. Joyce kicked Michael and he yelped in pain. Anne and William looked over at him and he blushed. "Just a little headache." He muttered. Anne and William shrugged and began to talk again over work.
Anne worked at a weapons gallery where they housed swords, axes, crossbows, bow and arrows, and basically every old weapon you could think of. William ran the gallery and most of the times hosted huge conventions where people went through and looked at all the weapons. The conventions helped build up the collection of weapons too. People could donate or sell their old ones to the gallery. William hated working with the people though. He said they were too greedy.
Joyce stood up quickly knocking her bowl over in the process. "I want to know!" she shouted. Her parents stopped and looked at her worriedly. "Why do I have this scar? Tell me!" Anne went pale and looked at William who was at a loss for words. Joyce stood there waiting but no one answered. "I hate you! You keep everything from my like it is some horror story!" she turned and ran past her parents and up the stairs.
Anne flinched as she heard Joyce's bedroom door slam shut. "Well we handled that well didn't we?" William was silent. Anne put her arm around him and pulled him close. Michael was frozen in fear and shock. He was sitting across from the man he feared most and his best friend obviously wanted to be alone.
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Joyce threw herself down onto her bed and cried into the pillow. They were hiding her past. She wanted to know what she was and they didn't.
Joyce slipped from the harsh reality to the dream world she loved so much. She was in a cemetery. A mist rose quickly and swept in waves over the tombstones blocking everything from sight. Joyce shivered and ran into the cold. The mist sliced into a thousand silver strands and spread into the sky.
Joyce stopped as she saw a horrid creature come out of the fading mist. It was the man she had seen in her vision earlier. He was tall and his face was covered with scars. Joyce backed away only to find herself up against a brown wall and the sky fading down into room. Joyce stared at the man and gulped as the room became whole.
The man knelt down in front of her and smiled evilly. "Hello little one. I told you we'd meet." Joyce wanted to turn away but she felt glued there looking at his eyes. "What do you want with me? You're an evil man. I know that." The man smiled and ran his hand across the scar on her cheek. "I am rack, and evil depends on your view of evil. I think vampires are evil but other people think they are not as bad as a warlock like me. But you little child are amazing. You have everything…" Joyce whimpered and tried to move away but his hands were on either side pinning her in.
"You're an evil person. Leave me alone!" rack moved closer and closed his eyes before looking at her again. "Your parents will come back. Your parents of the present will be lost forever." Joyce shivered again and turned her face away from him. Rack smiled and licked his lips. "You know. Little girls are so adorable. So innocent." Joyce hit him hard and ran towards the open door. Joyce stopped quickly as the door slammed shut and Rack stood tall and walked towards her. "Hey kiddo. Where are you going?"
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Anne knocked on the bedroom door and waited for a response. "Joyce. It's me. Can you open the door?" no answer came back. Anne opened the door and looked in. Joyce was on her bed asleep. Anne smiled and walked over. Was Joyce breathing? Anne shook Joyce by her shoulders but she fell limp onto the pillows. Anne dropped to her knees and shook her again. "Joyce! Wake up!" Joyce lay still. Anne held her face and wiped tears away. "WILLIAM!!" she shouted.
William rushed up and stood in the doorway. "What? What happened?" Anne lifted Joyce's head. "She wont wake up." William walked over and shook her hard. "Joyce?"
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Rack smiled as she pulled desperately on the doorknob. "Help!" she screamed as she hit the door with her fist. "MUM!! DAD!!" she screamed. She turned and looked at rack that was inches from her. She gulped nervously and stood straight against the door trying to get as far away as possible. "This was always a possibility." He whispered. "What was?" Joyce asked. Rack reached out and pulled her closer to him. "That you would get stuck in a dream. It can happen only to people who their dreams are premonitions or memories." Joyce flinched at his grip. It felt like he was going to pull her arm off. "But I'm normal!" she cried. Rack smiled.
"So they never told you what you were?" Joyce shook her head. "Told me what?" Rack pushed her back and stood. Joyce looked up at the creepy man who was now about 2 feet from her. "Told you what you are. You aren't normal." Joyce rubbed her shoulder. "Yes I am. I am normal as normal comes. My parents are dull and boring. Their nobody's."
Rack smiled. "I see two from the past coming to bring back the past life. Your parents will show up without warning. You will fight along with them." Joyce dropped her hand from her arm and looked up at him. "You mean the parents I have now are not really mine?" Rack shook his head slowly.
"Nope. I bet you want to know when this will happen." Joyce nodded eagerly. "Yes." Rack knelt down and pulled Joyce to him again. "I see red. Bright red." Joyce tried to pull away from him but he held tightly. She groaned in pain. "Let go of me!" she sobbed.
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Anne held Joyce to her. 'Please lord. Help her.' She thought to herself. Anne laid her down onto the bed and sobbed into her hands. William shook his head. "I didn't feel a pulse. Anne, I'm sorry."
Joyce awoke with a gasp and looked around. "Mum? Dad?" she cried in disbelief. She fell into Anne's arms and sobbed. "Mum. There was this awful man. He said you weren't my parents. He said that two people from the past would come and bring my real parents back and that you two would be gone forever." Anne looked at William in shock. "He said we would be gone?" Joyce nodded. "He said his name was Rack and that he was a warlock." William stood quickly in rage and took a deep breath to calm down and sunk down to his knees beside the bed. Anne ran her hand over Joyce's back and shushed her until she was peacefully asleep.
"William. She has these dreams now. We aren't going to let her be with her real parents are we?" William lay Joyce back on to the bed and pulled the covers up around her. "Rack sees it. But I don't understand that two people from the past bit." Anne shook her head. "Me neither." They hugged each other tightly as Michael looked in. "Is she okay?" he whimpered. Anne nodded. "She's fine." William walked past Michael and into the master bedroom. "Fine for now anyway."
TBC