Title: Lost and Found
Author: Kat
Distribution: Go ahead, I guess. Just ask first, please.
Feedback: No feedback, no more chapters. Ok, that's a lie, cause I'd keep writing anyway, but it makes me happy. Just don't be nasty, or I'll cry.
Tentative Outline: Riley fights a demon that feeds on human energy, and an electrical charge transfers that to Riley. He can only get energy from sucking it directly from other humans, not from food. The more he takes, the stronger he gets, and it goes to his head. Then he discovers the Super- Power-Bar that is Buffy, and things get interesting. Of course, he hasn't told her about the whole energy-sucking thing. Buffy has to choose between Riley and Angel, and of course she chooses Angel, cause Riley's showing his true colors now. He always was an emotional leech. Angel gets to kill him; he deserves it after what Joss has been putting him through lately.
FYI: This story is true to previous events. Other than that, not only does it not stay remotely true to the story line, it is part of my ongoing 'Corrections' series; meant to remedy Joss's mistakes! Starts around the time of The Yoko Factor on Buffy, and Sanctuary on Angel, just before Buffy gets back from LA.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss created them. And then he messed with their lives and separated soul-mates and tortured them and hurt them and we hate him for what he's done to our beloved characters… Ok, done ranting. For now.
Dedication: For Stephanie, who will never give up on B/A. And who deserves a great correction fic to clear up a mistake even I, non-Riley-hater that I am, thought was way out of character. Buffy Soooo would not have chosen Riley over Angel. Even if she was mad at him. And thus this fic was born.
Author's note: Oops, I forgot to take into consideration that Riley no longer has a room and is now hiding from the Initiative. So, one small tweak of the previous storyline- Riley is now living in a cheep hotel, instead of camping out in the ruins of the high school.
Author's other note: I apologize for the 'I love you' line; I know I said this story was B/A friendly. I tried to leave it out, but the story didn't like that. It actually threatened mutiny, and we all know a mutinying story does not lead to hugs and puppies. *G* It will get shippy soon, I promise.
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It was dark when Riley woke up. He rolled over weakly and groaned. He felt even more tired than when he went to sleep. What was wrong with him? Buffy had been there. He saw the note she'd left for him on his pillow.
'Hey, sleepyhead! No more patrolling for you for a while. You must really have gotten hit hard if you're this tired. I left your Munchies of Strengthyness in the 'fridge. Call me when you wake up. I love you. –Buffy'
Riley smiled fondly at the note. "I love you too," he whispered. He reached for the phone, but thought better of it as his stomach growled. Food first. He opened the 'fridge and was gratified to find a VERY large container of… He assumed this must be the infamous Munchies. Riley made a face. He could see where Buffy's lack of curiosity as to its ingredients came from. The stuff looked like… well, it didn't look like food. Oh, well, if Buffy could stomach it, so could he.
In what seemed like seconds, he was looking at the bottom of the empty container. And he was still hungry. How could he still be hungry? No human could possibly consume the amount of food he'd just eaten and still be hungry, he was sure. Probably not many humans could consume the amount of food he'd just eaten, period. At least now with something in his stomach, it would stop growling enough to let him call Buffy and ask her to bring him some more. The phone rang twice before a cheerful voice answered. "Hello?"
Riley's face fell. "Willow. Is Buffy there?"
Willow sighed. "No. Patrolling. But she's not here much regardless. She was kinda mopey when she got in this morning, though. You guys didn't have a fight, did you?"
Riley frowned. "No, I hardly saw her. She went to get me breakfast, and I fell asleep. I haven't seen her since. I actually just woke up; she said to call when I did."
"Rough night on patrol duty, huh? I remember when I used to patrol for her when she was, uh, not here. It could get pretty rough. And I had help; Oz and Xander came too. Although we weren't as good at it as you are, cause of the military training and all. This one time, a vampire was getting away and so Oz threw a stake at him, just like they do with a knife in the movies, to stop a guy from getting away, and it was really cool and dramatic, but it didn't even come close to hitting him. You would probably actually be able to hit him. But Oz… was the reason you lost your job and have to live in hiding in a slum-pit now, so you probably don't want to hear about him, huh?" Willow trailed off.
Riley just smiled at his girlfriend's best friend's ramblings. "Tell you what. Bring me over some more food, and all will be forgiven."
"Oh, ok. Just let me finish this paper; I'll be over in, like, half an hour?"
"Fine. See you then. Thanks, Wil." Riley hung up the phone. Half an hour. What could he do until then? He wanted to make sure he didn't fall asleep again.
*BOOM!* Riley jumped about a foot. No danger of falling asleep now, he was wide awake. The people in the next room were shouting at each other and, from the sound of it, throwing things. He wondered how he could have missed it. He must have drifted off again in spite of his best intentions. He looked at the clock. Willow should be there soon. Funny, he wasn't as hungry as he had been, although he still wouldn't say no to a meal. Maybe those Munchies of Strengthyness took time to kick in. And all that sleep seemed to be doing him some good; he didn't feel nearly as weak and battered as he had that morning, either. He was actually starting to feel like himself again.
By the time Willow arrived, Riley was feeling much better. The fighting next door, which usually would have given him a headache, didn't seem to bother him at all. He was, in fact, feeling stronger by the moment. When Willow handed him a bag full to overflowing with cartons of Chinese take-out, he just looked at her stupidly. He hardly felt like eating anymore.
"I figured if you finished the enormous amount of food Buffy said she left for you, it might be a good idea to bring, you know, plenty. So you could have some for later?" Willow looked uncertain.
"Oh, yeah, thanks." Riley vaguely remembered begging her to bring food. He wondered why. He certainly wasn't hungry now.
Buffy grunted as she missed a block and the demon landed a punch in her gut. This thing was way strong. And every time it hit her, it seemed to get stronger. She thought briefly of the monster Jonathan had created with his augmentation spell. Every time she hit it, he got weaker. She made a mental note to find Giles after patrol and ask him if there were spells to let demons do something similar, but in reverse. Or demons who just did it on their own, although she'd never heard of that happening before. But first, she'd have to survive this fight. The thing was strong!
***Fight scene, to be inserted later. They're pretty evenly matched, and Buffy's quite a bit the worse for the wear by the time it's over. Buffy kills the demon, makes a quip, cause that's what she does, blah, blah, blah, etc. Sorry about this, I know it interrupts the flow of the narrative, but the fight isn't necessary to the plot at all, other than Buffy getting pretty beat up, and I wanted to get on with the story. And now back to your regularly scheduled program.***
Dead or not, that demon had worn her out. Patrol had been uneventful except for that one, and she was desperately in need of a shower. And there was a rip in her shirt (which she quickly crossed her arms over, self- consciously). That last decided her. It was definitely time to head home.
Buffy resisted the urge to kick the wall. Slayer strength made new challenges of venting irritation; she'd had one adventure already explaining to the RA how the door had fallen off its hinges. And broken in half. "Hey, they're cheep dorm doors. Sometimes when you slam them, they shatter." Buffy grimaced at that memory, as well as the current annoyance. As if the day hadn't been stressful enough, she couldn't find her bathrobe. Not incredibly surprising, given the state of the room, but still frustrating. She was about ready to forget the idea of a robe and just go as she was, come back wrapped in her towel, and toss her ruined clothes in the trash on the way by, when there was a knock on the door. "Wil, did you forget your keys aga…" Buffy's voice trailed off as she opened the door. "Angel?"
Author: Kat
Distribution: Go ahead, I guess. Just ask first, please.
Feedback: No feedback, no more chapters. Ok, that's a lie, cause I'd keep writing anyway, but it makes me happy. Just don't be nasty, or I'll cry.
Tentative Outline: Riley fights a demon that feeds on human energy, and an electrical charge transfers that to Riley. He can only get energy from sucking it directly from other humans, not from food. The more he takes, the stronger he gets, and it goes to his head. Then he discovers the Super- Power-Bar that is Buffy, and things get interesting. Of course, he hasn't told her about the whole energy-sucking thing. Buffy has to choose between Riley and Angel, and of course she chooses Angel, cause Riley's showing his true colors now. He always was an emotional leech. Angel gets to kill him; he deserves it after what Joss has been putting him through lately.
FYI: This story is true to previous events. Other than that, not only does it not stay remotely true to the story line, it is part of my ongoing 'Corrections' series; meant to remedy Joss's mistakes! Starts around the time of The Yoko Factor on Buffy, and Sanctuary on Angel, just before Buffy gets back from LA.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss created them. And then he messed with their lives and separated soul-mates and tortured them and hurt them and we hate him for what he's done to our beloved characters… Ok, done ranting. For now.
Dedication: For Stephanie, who will never give up on B/A. And who deserves a great correction fic to clear up a mistake even I, non-Riley-hater that I am, thought was way out of character. Buffy Soooo would not have chosen Riley over Angel. Even if she was mad at him. And thus this fic was born.
Author's note: Oops, I forgot to take into consideration that Riley no longer has a room and is now hiding from the Initiative. So, one small tweak of the previous storyline- Riley is now living in a cheep hotel, instead of camping out in the ruins of the high school.
Author's other note: I apologize for the 'I love you' line; I know I said this story was B/A friendly. I tried to leave it out, but the story didn't like that. It actually threatened mutiny, and we all know a mutinying story does not lead to hugs and puppies. *G* It will get shippy soon, I promise.
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It was dark when Riley woke up. He rolled over weakly and groaned. He felt even more tired than when he went to sleep. What was wrong with him? Buffy had been there. He saw the note she'd left for him on his pillow.
'Hey, sleepyhead! No more patrolling for you for a while. You must really have gotten hit hard if you're this tired. I left your Munchies of Strengthyness in the 'fridge. Call me when you wake up. I love you. –Buffy'
Riley smiled fondly at the note. "I love you too," he whispered. He reached for the phone, but thought better of it as his stomach growled. Food first. He opened the 'fridge and was gratified to find a VERY large container of… He assumed this must be the infamous Munchies. Riley made a face. He could see where Buffy's lack of curiosity as to its ingredients came from. The stuff looked like… well, it didn't look like food. Oh, well, if Buffy could stomach it, so could he.
In what seemed like seconds, he was looking at the bottom of the empty container. And he was still hungry. How could he still be hungry? No human could possibly consume the amount of food he'd just eaten and still be hungry, he was sure. Probably not many humans could consume the amount of food he'd just eaten, period. At least now with something in his stomach, it would stop growling enough to let him call Buffy and ask her to bring him some more. The phone rang twice before a cheerful voice answered. "Hello?"
Riley's face fell. "Willow. Is Buffy there?"
Willow sighed. "No. Patrolling. But she's not here much regardless. She was kinda mopey when she got in this morning, though. You guys didn't have a fight, did you?"
Riley frowned. "No, I hardly saw her. She went to get me breakfast, and I fell asleep. I haven't seen her since. I actually just woke up; she said to call when I did."
"Rough night on patrol duty, huh? I remember when I used to patrol for her when she was, uh, not here. It could get pretty rough. And I had help; Oz and Xander came too. Although we weren't as good at it as you are, cause of the military training and all. This one time, a vampire was getting away and so Oz threw a stake at him, just like they do with a knife in the movies, to stop a guy from getting away, and it was really cool and dramatic, but it didn't even come close to hitting him. You would probably actually be able to hit him. But Oz… was the reason you lost your job and have to live in hiding in a slum-pit now, so you probably don't want to hear about him, huh?" Willow trailed off.
Riley just smiled at his girlfriend's best friend's ramblings. "Tell you what. Bring me over some more food, and all will be forgiven."
"Oh, ok. Just let me finish this paper; I'll be over in, like, half an hour?"
"Fine. See you then. Thanks, Wil." Riley hung up the phone. Half an hour. What could he do until then? He wanted to make sure he didn't fall asleep again.
*BOOM!* Riley jumped about a foot. No danger of falling asleep now, he was wide awake. The people in the next room were shouting at each other and, from the sound of it, throwing things. He wondered how he could have missed it. He must have drifted off again in spite of his best intentions. He looked at the clock. Willow should be there soon. Funny, he wasn't as hungry as he had been, although he still wouldn't say no to a meal. Maybe those Munchies of Strengthyness took time to kick in. And all that sleep seemed to be doing him some good; he didn't feel nearly as weak and battered as he had that morning, either. He was actually starting to feel like himself again.
By the time Willow arrived, Riley was feeling much better. The fighting next door, which usually would have given him a headache, didn't seem to bother him at all. He was, in fact, feeling stronger by the moment. When Willow handed him a bag full to overflowing with cartons of Chinese take-out, he just looked at her stupidly. He hardly felt like eating anymore.
"I figured if you finished the enormous amount of food Buffy said she left for you, it might be a good idea to bring, you know, plenty. So you could have some for later?" Willow looked uncertain.
"Oh, yeah, thanks." Riley vaguely remembered begging her to bring food. He wondered why. He certainly wasn't hungry now.
Buffy grunted as she missed a block and the demon landed a punch in her gut. This thing was way strong. And every time it hit her, it seemed to get stronger. She thought briefly of the monster Jonathan had created with his augmentation spell. Every time she hit it, he got weaker. She made a mental note to find Giles after patrol and ask him if there were spells to let demons do something similar, but in reverse. Or demons who just did it on their own, although she'd never heard of that happening before. But first, she'd have to survive this fight. The thing was strong!
***Fight scene, to be inserted later. They're pretty evenly matched, and Buffy's quite a bit the worse for the wear by the time it's over. Buffy kills the demon, makes a quip, cause that's what she does, blah, blah, blah, etc. Sorry about this, I know it interrupts the flow of the narrative, but the fight isn't necessary to the plot at all, other than Buffy getting pretty beat up, and I wanted to get on with the story. And now back to your regularly scheduled program.***
Dead or not, that demon had worn her out. Patrol had been uneventful except for that one, and she was desperately in need of a shower. And there was a rip in her shirt (which she quickly crossed her arms over, self- consciously). That last decided her. It was definitely time to head home.
Buffy resisted the urge to kick the wall. Slayer strength made new challenges of venting irritation; she'd had one adventure already explaining to the RA how the door had fallen off its hinges. And broken in half. "Hey, they're cheep dorm doors. Sometimes when you slam them, they shatter." Buffy grimaced at that memory, as well as the current annoyance. As if the day hadn't been stressful enough, she couldn't find her bathrobe. Not incredibly surprising, given the state of the room, but still frustrating. She was about ready to forget the idea of a robe and just go as she was, come back wrapped in her towel, and toss her ruined clothes in the trash on the way by, when there was a knock on the door. "Wil, did you forget your keys aga…" Buffy's voice trailed off as she opened the door. "Angel?"
