Title: Not All Angels Have Wings (5/?)
Author: TJ Theriault
Disclaimer: If anyone actually thinks I own ANY of the characters in this story, then you're alot richer than I am.
Pairings: B/X, Rory/Tristan Willow/Kennedy (what can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic)
Spoilers: General spoilers for Gilmore girls, and Buffy's on its last season, anyway.
Summary: More zany Gilmore/Summers action! (Doesn't that make it sound like a sitcom?)
Note: # = stressed, because I don't like using italics. = thoughts, because I'm already using #. Also, try to imagine the timeline as just after Rory has graduated from high school, but just before the final fight royale on Buffy. Plus, I couldn't think of a way to begin this chapter without cutting and pasting from the last chapter, so think of the first paragraph or so as "Previously On Buffy..." kinda stuff.
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"By the way," Rory began to ask as Dawn and the rest of them started to leave the room, "could anyone tell me why I seem to be getting a warm feeling in some areas of the room?"
"It was my mother's room," came a voice from the hall. A blonde woman walked into the room, casting off an unconsious air of leadership. "My name's Buffy, by the way."
Rory glanced at the blonde, using both her eyes and her 'gift'. Before her stood, according to Dawn at least, the greatest living slayer on record. If the mystical key were to be trusted How wierd is that, by the way?, the woman standing in front of her had saved the world at least a half dozen times in her lifetime, and had even cheated death twice. "From what Dawn told me about you," Rory said, "I thought you'd be...taller, somehow."
"I get that all the time," Buffy said with a smile. "You must be Rory." The slayer looked the girl over. "Dawn said you'd be blunt, but she didn't mention the gypsy stuff."
"I didn't know!" Dawn screamed, appearing behind Rory. "I swear, I didn't know." Looking her sister in the eye (which was hard, considering the height difference), she smirked and added, "But this #is# Sunnydale. Did you really think they'd be normal?" Realizing what she had said, she turned to Rory and her mother. "No offense," she said.
"None taken," both Gilmores said at the same time.
Buffy looked at the potentials and saw their attention falling. "Okay people," she commanded, "gear up." Looking at their shocked faces, she smiled, showing a grin that the Cheshire Cat would be proud of. "We're gonna dust us some vamps."
That worked, Buffy thought with a small dose of sacrcasm. She knew that if they had something to do, the SITs (Slayers In Training) would 'hop to' and get out of the room en masse. "Not you," she said, pulling Dawn back from the crowd of SITs that she was desperately trying to beld in with. "You need to play little miss hostess." Tossing a look at the Gilmores, she whispered to her sister, "Besides, I need to find out if they can help at all."
"I can still hear you two, you know," Rory tossed over her shoulder as she was unpacking.
"Damn gypsys," Buffy mumbled to herself, shaking her head and smiling.
"What do you have against gypsies?" Lorelia asked, becoming the mother lion that reared its not so polite head when someone insulted her or her daughter. "Did a gypsy curse your boyfriend or something?" Noticing the hurt look on Buffy's face, Lorelia's good humor disappeared. "I was right?" Then a light came on in her head. "Peaches!"
"What?" Rory asked. She was used to her mother's insanity, but this seemed to be too much, even for her. "Did you just say what I think you said?"
"Don't look at me like that, Mini Me," Lorelia snapped out. "I was just rembering what Spike said about Buffy's ex. He kept mumbling something about 'peaches and cream', so I asked him to explain himself." Seeing Buffy start to speak, she did the unthinkable in the Summers house. She interrupted the mighty Slayer. "Before you ask, we met in Hartford,
Conneticutt." Sensing that more of an explanation was necessary, she continued. "I walked into a bar one night after my ex, Max, and I broke up."
"I remember that night now," Rory said with a smile. "A blonde guy with a black leather duster, who I'm guessing was Spike," she added, earning a nod from all present, "dragged her in and said, and I quote: 'get her some coffee, and mix in some tobassco with that."
"Worked like a charm," Lorelia said whimsically. "He should patent that idea, by the way."
"I though about it, love," came a voice from the hall. "But I got Red to check, and I got a couple dozen sites with th' same stuff." Seeing who it was, Spike did a double take. "Lorelia? Rory?" Sweeping the elder Gilmore up in his arms, he asked joyfully, "What are you two gels doing so far from Dullsville?"
"I decide to see America," Lorilia answered from the death grip. "Uh, Spike? You might not need to breathe, but I do."
"Sorry," Spike mutttered meekly. "Nice to meet you under better circumstances," Spike said, offering his hand and a smile.
Glancing at her mother and recieving a nod, she shook Spike's hand, then surprised evryone in the room (including herself) by hugging him like he'd hugged her mother. "Thank you," she whispered into his ear.
"What for?" Spike asked, coming down from the shock before evryone else.
"For everything and everyone," Rory said. She blinked for a minute, then her hair shimmered with blonde highlights.
"Tara," Dawn whispered before they heard a thud from outside the room.
"She had to pick up a few things," Kennedy uttered, before she fell to her knees to help Willow up.
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I know that was evil, but blame my muse! She (that's right, I said #she#) throws me these curveballs that I just have to hit. Thanxs for the advice, C! New part soon, after I talk to that muse of mine (grumble, grumble... Darn unplanned plot twists...).
Author: TJ Theriault
Disclaimer: If anyone actually thinks I own ANY of the characters in this story, then you're alot richer than I am.
Pairings: B/X, Rory/Tristan Willow/Kennedy (what can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic)
Spoilers: General spoilers for Gilmore girls, and Buffy's on its last season, anyway.
Summary: More zany Gilmore/Summers action! (Doesn't that make it sound like a sitcom?)
Note: # = stressed, because I don't like using italics. = thoughts, because I'm already using #. Also, try to imagine the timeline as just after Rory has graduated from high school, but just before the final fight royale on Buffy. Plus, I couldn't think of a way to begin this chapter without cutting and pasting from the last chapter, so think of the first paragraph or so as "Previously On Buffy..." kinda stuff.
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"By the way," Rory began to ask as Dawn and the rest of them started to leave the room, "could anyone tell me why I seem to be getting a warm feeling in some areas of the room?"
"It was my mother's room," came a voice from the hall. A blonde woman walked into the room, casting off an unconsious air of leadership. "My name's Buffy, by the way."
Rory glanced at the blonde, using both her eyes and her 'gift'. Before her stood, according to Dawn at least, the greatest living slayer on record. If the mystical key were to be trusted How wierd is that, by the way?, the woman standing in front of her had saved the world at least a half dozen times in her lifetime, and had even cheated death twice. "From what Dawn told me about you," Rory said, "I thought you'd be...taller, somehow."
"I get that all the time," Buffy said with a smile. "You must be Rory." The slayer looked the girl over. "Dawn said you'd be blunt, but she didn't mention the gypsy stuff."
"I didn't know!" Dawn screamed, appearing behind Rory. "I swear, I didn't know." Looking her sister in the eye (which was hard, considering the height difference), she smirked and added, "But this #is# Sunnydale. Did you really think they'd be normal?" Realizing what she had said, she turned to Rory and her mother. "No offense," she said.
"None taken," both Gilmores said at the same time.
Buffy looked at the potentials and saw their attention falling. "Okay people," she commanded, "gear up." Looking at their shocked faces, she smiled, showing a grin that the Cheshire Cat would be proud of. "We're gonna dust us some vamps."
That worked, Buffy thought with a small dose of sacrcasm. She knew that if they had something to do, the SITs (Slayers In Training) would 'hop to' and get out of the room en masse. "Not you," she said, pulling Dawn back from the crowd of SITs that she was desperately trying to beld in with. "You need to play little miss hostess." Tossing a look at the Gilmores, she whispered to her sister, "Besides, I need to find out if they can help at all."
"I can still hear you two, you know," Rory tossed over her shoulder as she was unpacking.
"Damn gypsys," Buffy mumbled to herself, shaking her head and smiling.
"What do you have against gypsies?" Lorelia asked, becoming the mother lion that reared its not so polite head when someone insulted her or her daughter. "Did a gypsy curse your boyfriend or something?" Noticing the hurt look on Buffy's face, Lorelia's good humor disappeared. "I was right?" Then a light came on in her head. "Peaches!"
"What?" Rory asked. She was used to her mother's insanity, but this seemed to be too much, even for her. "Did you just say what I think you said?"
"Don't look at me like that, Mini Me," Lorelia snapped out. "I was just rembering what Spike said about Buffy's ex. He kept mumbling something about 'peaches and cream', so I asked him to explain himself." Seeing Buffy start to speak, she did the unthinkable in the Summers house. She interrupted the mighty Slayer. "Before you ask, we met in Hartford,
Conneticutt." Sensing that more of an explanation was necessary, she continued. "I walked into a bar one night after my ex, Max, and I broke up."
"I remember that night now," Rory said with a smile. "A blonde guy with a black leather duster, who I'm guessing was Spike," she added, earning a nod from all present, "dragged her in and said, and I quote: 'get her some coffee, and mix in some tobassco with that."
"Worked like a charm," Lorelia said whimsically. "He should patent that idea, by the way."
"I though about it, love," came a voice from the hall. "But I got Red to check, and I got a couple dozen sites with th' same stuff." Seeing who it was, Spike did a double take. "Lorelia? Rory?" Sweeping the elder Gilmore up in his arms, he asked joyfully, "What are you two gels doing so far from Dullsville?"
"I decide to see America," Lorilia answered from the death grip. "Uh, Spike? You might not need to breathe, but I do."
"Sorry," Spike mutttered meekly. "Nice to meet you under better circumstances," Spike said, offering his hand and a smile.
Glancing at her mother and recieving a nod, she shook Spike's hand, then surprised evryone in the room (including herself) by hugging him like he'd hugged her mother. "Thank you," she whispered into his ear.
"What for?" Spike asked, coming down from the shock before evryone else.
"For everything and everyone," Rory said. She blinked for a minute, then her hair shimmered with blonde highlights.
"Tara," Dawn whispered before they heard a thud from outside the room.
"She had to pick up a few things," Kennedy uttered, before she fell to her knees to help Willow up.
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I know that was evil, but blame my muse! She (that's right, I said #she#) throws me these curveballs that I just have to hit. Thanxs for the advice, C! New part soon, after I talk to that muse of mine (grumble, grumble... Darn unplanned plot twists...).