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A/N Sorry if the story seems to wander wanders a bit. It seems to be going by itself.
Joyce Summers stalked down a red carpeted side corridor of the Celestil library, and whoever it was in that office was going to get a piece of her mind. She had made her peace with her current status, being dead, and had really tried to fit in with the rest. Which was really great, and well, she needed to feel useful. So she kept coming around to the library trying to see if there was any little job she could do. For months the answer had been a gentle no. until today, when Albert had told her of a new Transitioner, as he called himself, who did all the wor, making deliveries, typing up reports, and he was real worried that one day he might make a mistake and deliver a soul to the wrong destination. She could, if she wanted, go explain to him that she had been assigned to be his assistant.
The mere thought of a botched delivery riled her. So she stalked down the corridor looking for the correct door. Fortunately they alternated odd even on either side of the hall, and she was getting real close. She was not getting any calmer. Who ever it was was going to accept her as his assistant, she was sure of that. that is, until she read the name on the door.
"Xander?"
The door to the office was open, and she could see the familiar shape of her daughter's friend crouched over a terminal.
"Xander what happened?"
"Uh?" Xander looked up from the report he was writing. Who knew that death would come with a bureaucracy. He hurried to his fett. "Mrs. Summers?"
"Oh God, Buffy? Is she?"
"Buffy's fine, Mrs. S. Realy she is, so is Dawn."
"But but you..."
"Just took a job. That's all. One that i do well, and I enjoy," Xander glanced at the terminaal. "Well most of the time." He grinned wryly. "I'll never understand. Everything that gets done thought dreamed etcetera gets written down somewhere here. So why do I have to fill out these reports." Xander walked around the desk and sat on it. "So, Mrs. S.\, why are you here?"
"Albert said you could use an assistant."
"An assistant?" Xander looked confused. "Oh, I see, Albert thinks I'll screw up eh? Never happen."
Joyce's face fell.
"But there is something you can do." Xander had seen Joyce's reaction. "You'd even be helping Buffy. and Uh Willow." Xander paused. "But first, I should bring you up to date buffy-wise."
Xander did. He left nothing out.
"I don't understand, how could Willow? She hurt Dawn."
"Power's like a drug. Especially when you've been a wall flower most of your life, like Willow has. She didn't mean to hurt Dawn, she just got carried away."
"And when she killed this Warren, and tried to end the world. Was she carried away then too?"
"Well yes and no. The dark side of the force sort of took control, or she lost herself to it. But she still knew what she was doing. She's still responsible, and has quite a large karmic debt to pay. Which she's doing, and which you could help with if you will."
"What dod I do?"
"Did they give you access to the Akashic Records?"
"Yes. I've helped with them."
"Good. I need you to find out anything you can on the Valaasco Sisters. Then I need you to find Warren, he hangs around here, and give him the message. He has to take it to Willow."
"But he killed Tara, wasn't that Willow's girlfriend. Surely she wouln't want to talk to him."
"She doesn't. Part of the karmic payback. They kind a don't have much sympathy for world enders. Make the punishment fit the crime etc. She'll talk to him."
Joyce left before she could ask about anything else she didn't really want to know about.
A/N Sorry if the story seems to wander wanders a bit. It seems to be going by itself.
Joyce Summers stalked down a red carpeted side corridor of the Celestil library, and whoever it was in that office was going to get a piece of her mind. She had made her peace with her current status, being dead, and had really tried to fit in with the rest. Which was really great, and well, she needed to feel useful. So she kept coming around to the library trying to see if there was any little job she could do. For months the answer had been a gentle no. until today, when Albert had told her of a new Transitioner, as he called himself, who did all the wor, making deliveries, typing up reports, and he was real worried that one day he might make a mistake and deliver a soul to the wrong destination. She could, if she wanted, go explain to him that she had been assigned to be his assistant.
The mere thought of a botched delivery riled her. So she stalked down the corridor looking for the correct door. Fortunately they alternated odd even on either side of the hall, and she was getting real close. She was not getting any calmer. Who ever it was was going to accept her as his assistant, she was sure of that. that is, until she read the name on the door.
"Xander?"
The door to the office was open, and she could see the familiar shape of her daughter's friend crouched over a terminal.
"Xander what happened?"
"Uh?" Xander looked up from the report he was writing. Who knew that death would come with a bureaucracy. He hurried to his fett. "Mrs. Summers?"
"Oh God, Buffy? Is she?"
"Buffy's fine, Mrs. S. Realy she is, so is Dawn."
"But but you..."
"Just took a job. That's all. One that i do well, and I enjoy," Xander glanced at the terminaal. "Well most of the time." He grinned wryly. "I'll never understand. Everything that gets done thought dreamed etcetera gets written down somewhere here. So why do I have to fill out these reports." Xander walked around the desk and sat on it. "So, Mrs. S.\, why are you here?"
"Albert said you could use an assistant."
"An assistant?" Xander looked confused. "Oh, I see, Albert thinks I'll screw up eh? Never happen."
Joyce's face fell.
"But there is something you can do." Xander had seen Joyce's reaction. "You'd even be helping Buffy. and Uh Willow." Xander paused. "But first, I should bring you up to date buffy-wise."
Xander did. He left nothing out.
"I don't understand, how could Willow? She hurt Dawn."
"Power's like a drug. Especially when you've been a wall flower most of your life, like Willow has. She didn't mean to hurt Dawn, she just got carried away."
"And when she killed this Warren, and tried to end the world. Was she carried away then too?"
"Well yes and no. The dark side of the force sort of took control, or she lost herself to it. But she still knew what she was doing. She's still responsible, and has quite a large karmic debt to pay. Which she's doing, and which you could help with if you will."
"What dod I do?"
"Did they give you access to the Akashic Records?"
"Yes. I've helped with them."
"Good. I need you to find out anything you can on the Valaasco Sisters. Then I need you to find Warren, he hangs around here, and give him the message. He has to take it to Willow."
"But he killed Tara, wasn't that Willow's girlfriend. Surely she wouln't want to talk to him."
"She doesn't. Part of the karmic payback. They kind a don't have much sympathy for world enders. Make the punishment fit the crime etc. She'll talk to him."
Joyce left before she could ask about anything else she didn't really want to know about.