Part Two:
February 12, 1998
"Where do you want this box Padre?" Buffy asked, while lifting the very heavy crate.
"Be careful Buffy, that box weighs a ton, I don't want you to hurt yourself"
Buffy smile at the priest chidings, but didn't put the crate down.
"Well, since your obviously just going to ignore me, you can put it into my office."
She walked into his office and put the box down in front of his desk, and took time to look around the small room.
On the wall were several old pictures of the Father in some army hospital, as well as some boxing pictures and an old pair of boxing gloves.
She took one picture off the wall of a man in a dress, and called out into the chapel.
"Is there something you aren't telling me Father?"
"Pardon?" Father Mulcahy called back; he was a little hard of hearing, and he walked into the office.
Buffy held up the picture and re-asked the question.
"Something you aren't telling me?"
"Very funny, that's Corporal Maxwell Klinger."
Buffy sat down on top of Mulcahy's desk, still holding the picture.
"Why's he in a dress?"
"He was trying to get discharged from the army for being insane."
"Did it work?"
"Our coronals saw through his ploys. He stayed with us at the 4077 all the way to the end of the Korean War. In fact he married a Korean girl name Soon-Lee. Lovely woman, I married them the day before most of the personnel were sent home."
"What did some people stay or something?"
"Klinger and I did. He stayed to help his wife find her family. I stayed to help the orphans."
"Way to go padre, good to know that there's still SOME good people left in the world."
Father Mulcahy knew by the sound of her voice, that she meant something by that statement.
"There are lots of good people in this world Buffy."
"Right, until they loose their souls and go homicidal on your friends."
"Ah"
"Ah? Ah what?" She demanded defensively putting the picture down on the desk.
"You're upset about Angel."
"Angelus, Angel is dead."
"Well technically so is Angelus."
She gave him a look saying don't give me your trite distinctions.
"Want to talk about it?" The priest asked, picking up the discarded picture and re-hanging it one the wall.
"It's just I don't think I'm going to get him back Father. I don't think both of us are going to walk away from this, one of us is going to die."
"Everything will be fine, trust me."
"You keep telling me that. You claim to believe that we all have a choice in life, yet you talk as if you know how everything is going to turn out."
"You'll understand one day." He said with the same cryptic answer that he gave every time she tried to get him to answer that question.
February 12, 1998
"Where do you want this box Padre?" Buffy asked, while lifting the very heavy crate.
"Be careful Buffy, that box weighs a ton, I don't want you to hurt yourself"
Buffy smile at the priest chidings, but didn't put the crate down.
"Well, since your obviously just going to ignore me, you can put it into my office."
She walked into his office and put the box down in front of his desk, and took time to look around the small room.
On the wall were several old pictures of the Father in some army hospital, as well as some boxing pictures and an old pair of boxing gloves.
She took one picture off the wall of a man in a dress, and called out into the chapel.
"Is there something you aren't telling me Father?"
"Pardon?" Father Mulcahy called back; he was a little hard of hearing, and he walked into the office.
Buffy held up the picture and re-asked the question.
"Something you aren't telling me?"
"Very funny, that's Corporal Maxwell Klinger."
Buffy sat down on top of Mulcahy's desk, still holding the picture.
"Why's he in a dress?"
"He was trying to get discharged from the army for being insane."
"Did it work?"
"Our coronals saw through his ploys. He stayed with us at the 4077 all the way to the end of the Korean War. In fact he married a Korean girl name Soon-Lee. Lovely woman, I married them the day before most of the personnel were sent home."
"What did some people stay or something?"
"Klinger and I did. He stayed to help his wife find her family. I stayed to help the orphans."
"Way to go padre, good to know that there's still SOME good people left in the world."
Father Mulcahy knew by the sound of her voice, that she meant something by that statement.
"There are lots of good people in this world Buffy."
"Right, until they loose their souls and go homicidal on your friends."
"Ah"
"Ah? Ah what?" She demanded defensively putting the picture down on the desk.
"You're upset about Angel."
"Angelus, Angel is dead."
"Well technically so is Angelus."
She gave him a look saying don't give me your trite distinctions.
"Want to talk about it?" The priest asked, picking up the discarded picture and re-hanging it one the wall.
"It's just I don't think I'm going to get him back Father. I don't think both of us are going to walk away from this, one of us is going to die."
"Everything will be fine, trust me."
"You keep telling me that. You claim to believe that we all have a choice in life, yet you talk as if you know how everything is going to turn out."
"You'll understand one day." He said with the same cryptic answer that he gave every time she tried to get him to answer that question.
