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Part One: The Priest
Buffy looked at the priest with a mixed look of confusion and distrust.
"How do you know who I am?"
The priest smiled.
"I was told about you."
"By who?"
"Ah now that's the question isn't it." He didn't offer anymore information on the subject.
"Who are?" Buffy asked sharply.
"I'm Father Mulcahy."
Buffy began to walk backwards towards the door.
"Please wait; I'm not a threat to you Miss. Summers. I just want you to know that if you ever need me, I'm here to talk to."
"I'll keep that in mind." Buffy said slipping out of the church.
***
June 3rd 1997
Father Mulcahy was praying in the front pew, holding his rosary close to his heart. His prayers were interrupted when one of the very heavy front doors slammed open. He turned to face Buffy Summers' tear stained face.
"Buffy, are you alright?"
"You.you said that I could talk to you.if..I needed to."
Father Mulcahy was on his feet and he moved to Buffy's side quite quickly for a man of his age.
"Oh of course Buffy, come sit down." He put his arm around her shoulder and led her to where he was sitting.
"It's not fair." She said suddenly wiping off the tears.
"What isn't?"
"That I'm going to die."
The priest gave a small smile, "We're all going to die one day, and join the heavenly father."
"That's all fine and dandy if I were old, but I'm going to die tomorrow."
"Who told you that?"
"Giles, my Watcher. It said so in some old book of prophesies." She sniffed, and wiped her eyes again.
Mulcahy rubbed her arm in a fatherly gesture.
"And you believe it?"
"Well, ya. When you're the slayer you kind of have to believe in destiny. I mean you're a priest you should too."
"Sometimes we aren't given all the answer at once. Maybe you won't die; maybe it was a mistake or a misprint."
"I wish I had your faith."
Mulcahy stood up, and walked up onto the dais and looked up the large statue of Jesus on the cross.
"When Jesus was told he was going to die, he wasn't too happy either."
"Well lucky him, he was resurrected."
"He didn't know that though, his destiny was to die, but that's not were it ended."
"So, what your saying is don't count myself out yet."
"As my friend Hawkeye might say, it ain't over till it's over. And your story is far from over."
"How can you be sure?"
"Trust me."
Part One: The Priest
Buffy looked at the priest with a mixed look of confusion and distrust.
"How do you know who I am?"
The priest smiled.
"I was told about you."
"By who?"
"Ah now that's the question isn't it." He didn't offer anymore information on the subject.
"Who are?" Buffy asked sharply.
"I'm Father Mulcahy."
Buffy began to walk backwards towards the door.
"Please wait; I'm not a threat to you Miss. Summers. I just want you to know that if you ever need me, I'm here to talk to."
"I'll keep that in mind." Buffy said slipping out of the church.
***
June 3rd 1997
Father Mulcahy was praying in the front pew, holding his rosary close to his heart. His prayers were interrupted when one of the very heavy front doors slammed open. He turned to face Buffy Summers' tear stained face.
"Buffy, are you alright?"
"You.you said that I could talk to you.if..I needed to."
Father Mulcahy was on his feet and he moved to Buffy's side quite quickly for a man of his age.
"Oh of course Buffy, come sit down." He put his arm around her shoulder and led her to where he was sitting.
"It's not fair." She said suddenly wiping off the tears.
"What isn't?"
"That I'm going to die."
The priest gave a small smile, "We're all going to die one day, and join the heavenly father."
"That's all fine and dandy if I were old, but I'm going to die tomorrow."
"Who told you that?"
"Giles, my Watcher. It said so in some old book of prophesies." She sniffed, and wiped her eyes again.
Mulcahy rubbed her arm in a fatherly gesture.
"And you believe it?"
"Well, ya. When you're the slayer you kind of have to believe in destiny. I mean you're a priest you should too."
"Sometimes we aren't given all the answer at once. Maybe you won't die; maybe it was a mistake or a misprint."
"I wish I had your faith."
Mulcahy stood up, and walked up onto the dais and looked up the large statue of Jesus on the cross.
"When Jesus was told he was going to die, he wasn't too happy either."
"Well lucky him, he was resurrected."
"He didn't know that though, his destiny was to die, but that's not were it ended."
"So, what your saying is don't count myself out yet."
"As my friend Hawkeye might say, it ain't over till it's over. And your story is far from over."
"How can you be sure?"
"Trust me."
