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 walked slowly along through the graveyard. She was following some feeling but what she was going towards she could not tell. She knew she was sleeping again and she shivered as the wind blew in a gust around her. Joyce stopped as she saw a crypt in the distance. Something felt familiar about it. Joyce walked up to the door and pushed it open with a loud creak.
She peeked slowly inside and saw a large room that was empty except for a coffin and makeshift counter and a few statues. Joyce felt safer here than outside so she walked inside and sat down on the coffin. Where was this dream taking place? This cemetery was defiantly not in her hometown of Sacramento.
Joyce jumped down from the coffin and moved towards the hole in the floor. There was a ladder going down into the bottom of the crypt. Joyce argued over going down or not. Something inside her told her this would unlock the secrets of her life but something else said this was a bad idea. Joyce slid down the ladder quickly and looked around as her eyes adapted to the dark.
The colors of the rug under her feet, the deep image, and the feeling of great age in the basement reminded her of her room. This thought bothered Joyce and she moved deeper into the darkness. Joyce fell with a gasp and pulled the material from around her ankle. Wait a minute. This material… Joyce lifted the fabric and dropped it in disbelief.
It was the exact same trench coat she had found in the trunk. She looked up towards the hole and dived behind a pillar as she heard voices.
"I left my coat!"
"Spike… Can you forget the coat for once?"
"NO! This coat is a trophy!"
"I thought it was a real prize for a vampire to get close to a slayer…"
"Buffy…"
"Fine get it. Mister over protective passive aggressive vamp."
Joyce trembled as she realized what she was hearing. A vampire was coming down here! Joyce watched as the tall figure stalked down and picked up the coat. Joyce leaned out a little trying to see what a real vampire looked like. The darkness shaded him and he left up the ladder and was gone. Joyce sighed. Who was this spike? Why was he in her dreams? Why did he have that trench coat? What was a slayer? And who oh who was Buffy?
Joyce was torn from her dreams with a gasp and looked to see the sunlight pouring in through the crimson curtains. "Joyce? Honey come on." Joyce turned over to see her mother sitting there beside the bed. Joyce yawned widely and then turned over trying to go back to sleep. "Come on Joyce. Your father is taking you and Michael to the park once you eat breakfast." Anne chuckled. Joyce groaned. "The park? Mum that is so childish." Anne tickled her side and stood up. "Well Joyce. You are a child so get used to it." Joyce crossed her arms stubbornly and sulked. "I am not a child mum. I am 12 years old. Michael has more privileges than I do and he is a month younger." Anne smiled and leaned against the doorframe.
"Well Michael is behaved. He hates trouble while you seem to thrive off it." Joyce blushed and pushed the covers off her body and into a lump at the end of the bed. "Fine. I'll go to the park. But while I'm gone why don't you just get some diapers and baby food?" Anne smirked and brushed her blonde hair from her face. "I can do that." Joyce giggled. "Mum…" Anne stuck her tongue out and closed the door.
Joyce waited until the footsteps had faded down onto the first floor. She crawled over and leaned off the end to look at Michael. He was actually pretty cute when it came to 12 year-old guys. His parents didn't care what he did but he was too scared to do anything really big anyway. Joyce looked around and saw the glass of water on her bedside table. She picked up the glass and leaned over him again. "Michael…" she whispered. He didn't move.
Joyce snickered and poured the water onto his face. Michael awoke with a yelp and sat up. "Huh? What?" Michael wiped off his face and glared at Joyce who was laughing so hard she was about to fall off the bed.
Michael shoved her and he laughed as she fell with a thump. Joyce stood quickly and Michael was sure she was going to beat him to a pulp but her stern expression cracked into a smile and she laughed.
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Anne shook her head as she looked at the ceiling. "Those two are only trouble." William pulled Anne close to him and kissed her. "You were trouble too." Anne made a shocked expression and pulled away with a laugh. "Well you were too. But then Rack kind of helped stop that." William nodded. "Do you really think that she's going to meet her real parents?" his voice had a serious tone now. Anne frowned. "Not unless we approve of it."
William held her hands in his. "Anne we can not keep the truth hidden forever. She needs to know what she came from. Whom she came from." Anne leaned back onto William and sighed. "I know. But I hoped that day would not come for a long time."
Anne stood quickly and looked away as Joyce scrambled in to the kitchen with Michael trailing behind. Joyce ran to one side of the dinner table and Michael chased after. Anne stepped out of the way and put breakfast on the table.
"Come on you two. Sit down." Joyce bumped into Anne and squealed as she kept running around the table. William sighed and pulled her back. "DAD!! Stop!" William smiled and pushed her into her chair. "Sit." He said with a deadly threatening tone. Michael stopped and sat down quickly.
Joyce pouted as she picked at her food. "I don't like oatmeal." She whined. Anne sighed. "It's not oatmeal. It's the cereal you asked for." She answered. Joyce made a sound of disgust and ate the first bite. She could make it through this bowl but she was going to throw that cereal out later.
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Anne kissed William on the cheek. "Drive careful." William nodded. "I will." Joyce sighed as Anne hugged her. "Mum… I'm not dieing. I'm just going out to the park." Anne nodded and smiled. "I know but I just want to enjoy time with you while I can."
Joyce wanted to ask what she meant but William pushed her and Michael out the door and towards the car.
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Anne closed the door and walked into the living room. All in the house was quiet. Anne lay down on the sofa and sighed. This was too perfect. She loved Joyce but sometimes that child was too much to handle.
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Joyce sighed as the car pulled up to the park. She did not want to be here. But if it made her dad happy then she could probably make it through. Joyce stepped out of the car and walked between her dad and Michael.
Joyce decided to make her father happy and she ran to a slide and slid down. "Wee. That was fun." She said cheerfully acting. William smirked. "Joyce. No slides. I have a surprise for you." Joyce walked back over a little confused and with her dignity a little torn. Michael snickered and she glared. "Dad does mum know where we're going?" William nodded. "She does."
Joyce stopped in awe as they stepped out onto the hill that overlooked the baseball field. Usually it was empty and run down but now it was filled with people who were watching jousting contests. "Dad…" she whispered. William smiled.
"Weapons tournament. Our gallery is sponsoring it and I figured you might want to see it." Joyce nodded. "It's awesome!" William took her hand and started to walk down the hill. Joyce grabbed Michael by the elbow and pulled him onwards. This was so wicked cool!
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Joyce watched in glee as the men on the field used medieval swords to fight back and forth. So far the tournament was really great. They had already been there two hours over the time they were supposed to leave.
All three of them were thoroughly enjoying it. The sun was setting far off in the distance but no one seemed to notice. Joyce cheered as the black sword men was knocked onto his back and the red swords man won. She had been cheering for the red all day.
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Anne awoke from the noon nap and stretched as she looked at the clock in the hall. Those three should be home now. Anne stood and looked out the window. The sun was nearly gone and the moon was almost completely visible.
Anne went through the dining room and into the kitchen. She better have some sort of meal ready for them. Not that it would matter. Michael and Joyce were probably too giddy to be hungry and William was probably too tired from keeping up with them.
Anne dropped the plate with a crash as she heard the front door slam open. Slowly she went into the hall. "William?" she called. No one answered. Anne sighed and closed the front door. "Probably the wind I guess." She whispered to herself.
Anne turned to go towards the kitchen and gasped and she saw two women standing in the living room doorway. "Hello." One said evilly. Anne knew who they were right away and opened the door to run but they grabbed her before she could get away.
"Naughty little girl. We want to play. Why don't you?" They giggled manically and held her arms with a vise like grip. Anne flinched and tried to pull away but instead caused herself more pain. The two looked down at her and smiled.
"Well little friend what should we do with her?" the other one jumped up and down gleefully. "Oh, oh can we kill her and leave her for her family?" The other one glared and looked down at Anne again. "I know. Let's play with some knives." Anne felt tears running down her cheeks as they pulled her towards the kitchen.
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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 walked slowly along through the graveyard. She was following some feeling but what she was going towards she could not tell. She knew she was sleeping again and she shivered as the wind blew in a gust around her. Joyce stopped as she saw a crypt in the distance. Something felt familiar about it. Joyce walked up to the door and pushed it open with a loud creak.
She peeked slowly inside and saw a large room that was empty except for a coffin and makeshift counter and a few statues. Joyce felt safer here than outside so she walked inside and sat down on the coffin. Where was this dream taking place? This cemetery was defiantly not in her hometown of Sacramento.
Joyce jumped down from the coffin and moved towards the hole in the floor. There was a ladder going down into the bottom of the crypt. Joyce argued over going down or not. Something inside her told her this would unlock the secrets of her life but something else said this was a bad idea. Joyce slid down the ladder quickly and looked around as her eyes adapted to the dark.
The colors of the rug under her feet, the deep image, and the feeling of great age in the basement reminded her of her room. This thought bothered Joyce and she moved deeper into the darkness. Joyce fell with a gasp and pulled the material from around her ankle. Wait a minute. This material… Joyce lifted the fabric and dropped it in disbelief.
It was the exact same trench coat she had found in the trunk. She looked up towards the hole and dived behind a pillar as she heard voices.
"I left my coat!"
"Spike… Can you forget the coat for once?"
"NO! This coat is a trophy!"
"I thought it was a real prize for a vampire to get close to a slayer…"
"Buffy…"
"Fine get it. Mister over protective passive aggressive vamp."
Joyce trembled as she realized what she was hearing. A vampire was coming down here! Joyce watched as the tall figure stalked down and picked up the coat. Joyce leaned out a little trying to see what a real vampire looked like. The darkness shaded him and he left up the ladder and was gone. Joyce sighed. Who was this spike? Why was he in her dreams? Why did he have that trench coat? What was a slayer? And who oh who was Buffy?
Joyce was torn from her dreams with a gasp and looked to see the sunlight pouring in through the crimson curtains. "Joyce? Honey come on." Joyce turned over to see her mother sitting there beside the bed. Joyce yawned widely and then turned over trying to go back to sleep. "Come on Joyce. Your father is taking you and Michael to the park once you eat breakfast." Anne chuckled. Joyce groaned. "The park? Mum that is so childish." Anne tickled her side and stood up. "Well Joyce. You are a child so get used to it." Joyce crossed her arms stubbornly and sulked. "I am not a child mum. I am 12 years old. Michael has more privileges than I do and he is a month younger." Anne smiled and leaned against the doorframe.
"Well Michael is behaved. He hates trouble while you seem to thrive off it." Joyce blushed and pushed the covers off her body and into a lump at the end of the bed. "Fine. I'll go to the park. But while I'm gone why don't you just get some diapers and baby food?" Anne smirked and brushed her blonde hair from her face. "I can do that." Joyce giggled. "Mum…" Anne stuck her tongue out and closed the door.
Joyce waited until the footsteps had faded down onto the first floor. She crawled over and leaned off the end to look at Michael. He was actually pretty cute when it came to 12 year-old guys. His parents didn't care what he did but he was too scared to do anything really big anyway. Joyce looked around and saw the glass of water on her bedside table. She picked up the glass and leaned over him again. "Michael…" she whispered. He didn't move.
Joyce snickered and poured the water onto his face. Michael awoke with a yelp and sat up. "Huh? What?" Michael wiped off his face and glared at Joyce who was laughing so hard she was about to fall off the bed.
Michael shoved her and he laughed as she fell with a thump. Joyce stood quickly and Michael was sure she was going to beat him to a pulp but her stern expression cracked into a smile and she laughed.
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Anne shook her head as she looked at the ceiling. "Those two are only trouble." William pulled Anne close to him and kissed her. "You were trouble too." Anne made a shocked expression and pulled away with a laugh. "Well you were too. But then Rack kind of helped stop that." William nodded. "Do you really think that she's going to meet her real parents?" his voice had a serious tone now. Anne frowned. "Not unless we approve of it."
William held her hands in his. "Anne we can not keep the truth hidden forever. She needs to know what she came from. Whom she came from." Anne leaned back onto William and sighed. "I know. But I hoped that day would not come for a long time."
Anne stood quickly and looked away as Joyce scrambled in to the kitchen with Michael trailing behind. Joyce ran to one side of the dinner table and Michael chased after. Anne stepped out of the way and put breakfast on the table.
"Come on you two. Sit down." Joyce bumped into Anne and squealed as she kept running around the table. William sighed and pulled her back. "DAD!! Stop!" William smiled and pushed her into her chair. "Sit." He said with a deadly threatening tone. Michael stopped and sat down quickly.
Joyce pouted as she picked at her food. "I don't like oatmeal." She whined. Anne sighed. "It's not oatmeal. It's the cereal you asked for." She answered. Joyce made a sound of disgust and ate the first bite. She could make it through this bowl but she was going to throw that cereal out later.
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Anne kissed William on the cheek. "Drive careful." William nodded. "I will." Joyce sighed as Anne hugged her. "Mum… I'm not dieing. I'm just going out to the park." Anne nodded and smiled. "I know but I just want to enjoy time with you while I can."
Joyce wanted to ask what she meant but William pushed her and Michael out the door and towards the car.
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Anne closed the door and walked into the living room. All in the house was quiet. Anne lay down on the sofa and sighed. This was too perfect. She loved Joyce but sometimes that child was too much to handle.
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Joyce sighed as the car pulled up to the park. She did not want to be here. But if it made her dad happy then she could probably make it through. Joyce stepped out of the car and walked between her dad and Michael.
Joyce decided to make her father happy and she ran to a slide and slid down. "Wee. That was fun." She said cheerfully acting. William smirked. "Joyce. No slides. I have a surprise for you." Joyce walked back over a little confused and with her dignity a little torn. Michael snickered and she glared. "Dad does mum know where we're going?" William nodded. "She does."
Joyce stopped in awe as they stepped out onto the hill that overlooked the baseball field. Usually it was empty and run down but now it was filled with people who were watching jousting contests. "Dad…" she whispered. William smiled.
"Weapons tournament. Our gallery is sponsoring it and I figured you might want to see it." Joyce nodded. "It's awesome!" William took her hand and started to walk down the hill. Joyce grabbed Michael by the elbow and pulled him onwards. This was so wicked cool!
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Joyce watched in glee as the men on the field used medieval swords to fight back and forth. So far the tournament was really great. They had already been there two hours over the time they were supposed to leave.
All three of them were thoroughly enjoying it. The sun was setting far off in the distance but no one seemed to notice. Joyce cheered as the black sword men was knocked onto his back and the red swords man won. She had been cheering for the red all day.
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Anne awoke from the noon nap and stretched as she looked at the clock in the hall. Those three should be home now. Anne stood and looked out the window. The sun was nearly gone and the moon was almost completely visible.
Anne went through the dining room and into the kitchen. She better have some sort of meal ready for them. Not that it would matter. Michael and Joyce were probably too giddy to be hungry and William was probably too tired from keeping up with them.
Anne dropped the plate with a crash as she heard the front door slam open. Slowly she went into the hall. "William?" she called. No one answered. Anne sighed and closed the front door. "Probably the wind I guess." She whispered to herself.
Anne turned to go towards the kitchen and gasped and she saw two women standing in the living room doorway. "Hello." One said evilly. Anne knew who they were right away and opened the door to run but they grabbed her before she could get away.
"Naughty little girl. We want to play. Why don't you?" They giggled manically and held her arms with a vise like grip. Anne flinched and tried to pull away but instead caused herself more pain. The two looked down at her and smiled.
"Well little friend what should we do with her?" the other one jumped up and down gleefully. "Oh, oh can we kill her and leave her for her family?" The other one glared and looked down at Anne again. "I know. Let's play with some knives." Anne felt tears running down her cheeks as they pulled her towards the kitchen.
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TBC