Title: A Lifetime Apart, An Eternity Together
Rating: PG 13 for now
Author: Specks
Disclaimer: James Cameron, Fox, Joss Whedon and all those network people that make the show possible own these characters.
Synopsis: Max takes Buffy's Cladaugh ring. nuff said.
Pairings: M/L
Spoilers: Season 1 DA and up to mid season 6 BTVS.
Author's Notes #1: I'd like to thank Nina, you're the best as always. All the suggestions you gave me really worked.. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! If it weren't for all of your help this would never have gone anywhere.
Author's notes #2. Thank you to all the nice people that sent me feedback. Carmelia, Lily, Jezzie, Beth, Karen-Tenou,DarkAngel, Angel Spaz, margaret,Ginger,angel451, x5-599-girl,Eryne,hay25, sailorspitsh, x- Lander,Tha Char, Maeve Tyr Namid, Matt, CyberAngelOne,Feynor,and rosie, mija, anonymous,TheDarkestAngel, Manticore Queen, the ICEbear, LocoLauren, Kat, Alex, Dixie, Lady Dragoness, Eryne. Sorry if I missed anyone!
Author's Note#3: Special thanks to Kit my sentece producer(my penguin), and Cathy my dialogue guru, I know I bug you guys a lot but hey that's why you love me so much !*G*.
Feedback: Yes! I crave feedback, should I continue? Any ideas would be welcome as well. Pleas e-mail me at slete130@netzero.net
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The tension in the air was thick as the two women faced off. Max stood to the side of the shower, droplets of water traveling down her still wet form. A towel was wrapped loosely around the brunette's body, already soaked from the excess water. But Max paid it little mind, all of her attention was focused on the woman before her. The menace emanating from the blonde was an almost tangible thing.
Danger radiated off of her in waves, and Max had to fight to keep from retreating. For a full minute survival instinct and pride warred. She struggled to comprehend her irrational reaction to Buffy, but no answer came. In the end pride won, as it always must.
Her body taut and ready for whatever would come, Max stood her ground. She ran from no one, especially someone with a name as ridiculous as Buffy.
A deafening silence reigned for a second or two as Max comtemplated Buffy's demand.
"Where's my ring?"
The demand echoed throughout the penthouse until it quieted to a mere whisper.
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Buffy, trembling with the force of her barely contained rage, glared at the thief. If it were possible, Buffy would have been growling; stirring with tumultuous emotions, her usually placid hazel eyes darkened to an angry emerald green. Max had taken what was hers, and if she didn't hand it over right now, she was gonna be in a world of hurt.
"What?" Max stalled as her mind raced... forming and discarding plans. She didn't want to hurt Buffy-ok, that was a lie. She *did* want to hurt Buffy, but Logan wouldn't exactly be dancing for joy if she ended up knocking out his bestest pal. What to do, what to do...
"My ring," said Buffy, running out of patience, " I know you took it."
"I don't know what you're talking about," replied Max, shooting for the composed and in charged look. She was doing a pretty good job of it, if she did say so herself. After all, it was really hard trying to look dignified when you had on nothing more than a towel.
"I'm only going to say this one more time," Buffy ground out in a surprisingly controlled voice, "Give. Me. My. Ring!"
"Look!" Max was annoyed by the constant threats; it was getting tiresome and she really wanted Buffy to go away... forever... Hey, it doesn't hurt to dream, right? "I don't know what stick rode up your ass, but I don't got time for your accusations."
"Look! You-" Buffy was prepared to get into the brunette's face, but before she could utter another word, she was effectively cut off by Max's yell.
"Listen, Barbie!"
"What did you just call me?" interrupted Buffy, her eyes narrowed. She'd been called many things in her life, bunny, fluffy, slutty, but no one had ever accused her of being a Barbie. It was uncalled for and really...really....*mean*.
Seeing the reaction she was getting, Max smirked and goaded Buffy on--Logan couldn't get mad at her if she claimed it was self-defense, "You heard me."
Deciding it was time to get even, Buffy replied, "Eeh, I'm sorry that's incorrect. As a consolation prize you get a lifetime's supply of *pain.*"
Making sure slayer strength was absent, Buffy sent a fist flying in Max's direction after all, she wanted to hurt the girl… not kill her. Buffy's eyes widened in surprise when her fist met nothing but air.
'What the-'
Before she could turn around, Max materialized behind Buffy and delivered a perfectly executed sidekick. The blow sent Buffy sprawling clear across the room and into one of Logan's chess sets.
"You think you can take me?" challenged Max, her annoying smirk in place.
Carefully righting the chess set she'd bumped into, Buffy replied, "Yeah! I think I can!"
Seeing Max's current state of undress she added, "Now go put some clothes on so I can give you a proper ass kicking."
"I can kick your ass even without my clothes." Max retorted, "You know what?" she asked as though pondering something, "We're both girls here, and I've got nothing to hide." With those words, Max undid the knot of the towel and let it fall to the ground. It landed with a faint thud, but Buffy was too shocked to notice.
Buffy prided herself on being pretty radical, after all one of her best friends was a lesbian, but still... This whole thing was just getting weirder and weirder. Momentarily taken aback, Buffy quickly regained her faculties as she realized it was probably nothing more than a tactic.
"I'm not like that," quipped Buffy determined not to let the situation bother her.
"Don't flatter yourself," retorted Max as the two slowly circled one another. Now they both had the other's measure and there would be no more holding back.
Max was the first to move. Tearing into Buffy, she let loose a fury of kicks that Buffy was just barely able to dodge. Grunting from the effort, Buffy ducked, dodged, and blocked to avoid the oncoming blows.
The flurry of blows seemed endless before Buffy saw it--her opening! Twisting her body to the side, Buffy let Max's sidekick pass her head. Then, in one fluid motion, she seized the transgenic's right leg and jerked upwards.
With one leg off balance, and the other leg in the air, any normal person would have fallen, but then again nothing about this fight fit into the category of normal. Using her caught foot as a leverage point, Max kicked off the ground with the other leg, and delivered a bone-shattering roundhouse. The sheer strength of the blow forced Buffy to release Max's leg as she fought to keep her own balance. Landing back on the ground, Max immediately returned to fighting stance, ready for the next round.
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Buffy's head had snapped back from the impact of Max's kick, and a trickle of blood appeared on the corner of her mouth. The pain factor was definitely there, but all it did was cause her to grin.
Now *here* was a challenge.
"That was pretty good," Buffy admitted, rubbing her jaw to relieve the ache, "but now its my turn."
Before Max could react, she was assailed by a whirlwind of kicks and punches. From the look on Buffy's face, she knew this was not going to be a short fight.
Like two angry lionesses battling over territory, the women dueled. Trading blows back and forth, they moved with a lethal precision; gaining, losing, and regaining ground… Nimble athletes, they twisted and spun, neither willing to give an inch. Dancing to the lethal tune of combat, both women became a blur of motion... Each moving so quickly the other barely had time to register the last move before blocking the next deadly assault.
With neither winning and neither willing to concede defeat, the fight seemed to go on forever, as two distinct fighting styles emerged. Max's style held a decidedly militant flair, as years of Manticore training blended seamlessly with hard won urban survival skills. Each movement was cold, controlled and precise, as her soldier's mind analyzed the situation and planned battle strategy. Against any other opponent, her careful planning and strategy might have insured victory. But her machinations proved useless against her enemy's ingenious assaults.
Buffy's style proved erratic, unpredictable, and equally effective as the blonde fought instinctively... Unlike her controlled opponent, she relied heavily on her emotions, tapping into the strength they gave her, augmenting her already formidable power. Her every movement was automatic, an innate reaction to her opponent's actions. Reflexes, ingrained in her very being after so many years and hard fought battles, were impeccably honed and flawless in their execution. Their two unique fighting skills, perfect contrasts, meant this fight could go on indefinitely, with no woman emerging the clear victor.
Faking a left hook kick, Buffy swept right at the last minute and followed through with a backhand. Max saw the fake coming and successfully avoided the sweep but was unprepared for the backhand that followed. Stars exploded in her head as Max reeled back from the impact. Shaking her head, she tried to clear her vision.
"You know," Buffy said admiring her handy work, "you're lucky, if you weren't a girl-"
"What? You'd hit me?" Max interrupted, "A little too late for that."
"No, I'd stake you." Buffy punctuated the sentence by slamming Max into the far wall.
"What's up with you and stakes?" Max ground out,
"How much of my stuff did you go through?" Buffy gripped Max's wrists and now the two were in a tug of war.
"How much do you have to hide?"
Max tried to keep Buffy pinned to the wall, but it took all of her effort just to maintain the position she was in.
Deciding current their contest of was fruitless, Buffy changed tactics. Keeping her grip on Max's wrist, Buffy maneuvered them so that neither's back was to the wall. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, she broke away. They were now both back to where they had started, only more tired.
'Barbie can fight', thought Max as she avoided yet another forceful blow.
The anger in the blonde's eyes both surprised her and made her curious. What was so special about this ring? Deciding to get it from the source, she asked in a flippant tone,
"So what's the story with the ring? Some cradle robbing pimp daddy give it to you?"
White-hot rage coursed through Buffy at the mockery of the love she and Angel had shared. Like molten lava, she felt it slowly cover up any amount of reason she possessed. With an almost inhuman roar, Buffy charged into Max and both figures tumbled to the ground.
"Never. Insult. My. Mate." she bit out between punches as both women struggled to gain the upper hand.
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Logan whistled a happy melody as he walked towards the door of his penthouse.
Nothing like a brisk outing to improve one's mood.
Pausing outside the door, he noticed it was unlocked and figured Max was there. Still carrying the tune, Logan walked into the penthouse and froze at the sight that greeted him.
A fully clothed but sweaty Buffy had a very naked and equally sweaty Max pinned beneath her. Beads of sweat rolled off their lithe forms as they moved against one another. Muscles rippled beneath flawless skin as the two women wrestled on the polished wooden floor, their harsh breathing echoing throughout the penthouse.
"Give it to me! Give it to me!" cried Buffy. She didn't even notice Logan, so intent was she on the task of retreiving her ring.
For a moment Logan's imagination went wild. 'Oh my God! The woman I love is a... is a..."
He didn't have time to finish the thought, as Max's reply quickly dispelled the notion his dirty mind had conjured up.
"No! Not until you tell me what it is!"
Max struggled to free her pinned arms, but the enraged slayer held firm. That was when
they both noticed a shocked Logan standing on the sidelines. The sight of Logan distracted Buffy enough for Max to shove her off. Max underestimated her power as Buffy flew back into the fireplace from the strength of the blow.
As she slammed into a stone, and an audible snap could be heard as her neck broke.
Logan and Max both watched in horror as the body collapsed. A sickening thud sounded as she fell in a heap onto the ash ridden floor. For a moment, deafening silence reigned. Then snapping out of her trance, Max ran over to the body. Kneeling down she felt for a pulse...nothing.
'Oh God..", thought a panicked Max, "What have I done?'
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"Tact is just saying not true things. I'll pass.."
"
~Cordelia
FEEDBACK!!!!!!!!
I',m really sorry that this chapter came so late, but I had a glitch with the posting on my computer and then I lost everything! Sorry.....Hope you enjoyed it.
Lotsa Love
Specks
Rating: PG 13 for now
Author: Specks
Disclaimer: James Cameron, Fox, Joss Whedon and all those network people that make the show possible own these characters.
Synopsis: Max takes Buffy's Cladaugh ring. nuff said.
Pairings: M/L
Spoilers: Season 1 DA and up to mid season 6 BTVS.
Author's Notes #1: I'd like to thank Nina, you're the best as always. All the suggestions you gave me really worked.. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! If it weren't for all of your help this would never have gone anywhere.
Author's notes #2. Thank you to all the nice people that sent me feedback. Carmelia, Lily, Jezzie, Beth, Karen-Tenou,DarkAngel, Angel Spaz, margaret,Ginger,angel451, x5-599-girl,Eryne,hay25, sailorspitsh, x- Lander,Tha Char, Maeve Tyr Namid, Matt, CyberAngelOne,Feynor,and rosie, mija, anonymous,TheDarkestAngel, Manticore Queen, the ICEbear, LocoLauren, Kat, Alex, Dixie, Lady Dragoness, Eryne. Sorry if I missed anyone!
Author's Note#3: Special thanks to Kit my sentece producer(my penguin), and Cathy my dialogue guru, I know I bug you guys a lot but hey that's why you love me so much !*G*.
Feedback: Yes! I crave feedback, should I continue? Any ideas would be welcome as well. Pleas e-mail me at slete130@netzero.net
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The tension in the air was thick as the two women faced off. Max stood to the side of the shower, droplets of water traveling down her still wet form. A towel was wrapped loosely around the brunette's body, already soaked from the excess water. But Max paid it little mind, all of her attention was focused on the woman before her. The menace emanating from the blonde was an almost tangible thing.
Danger radiated off of her in waves, and Max had to fight to keep from retreating. For a full minute survival instinct and pride warred. She struggled to comprehend her irrational reaction to Buffy, but no answer came. In the end pride won, as it always must.
Her body taut and ready for whatever would come, Max stood her ground. She ran from no one, especially someone with a name as ridiculous as Buffy.
A deafening silence reigned for a second or two as Max comtemplated Buffy's demand.
"Where's my ring?"
The demand echoed throughout the penthouse until it quieted to a mere whisper.
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Buffy, trembling with the force of her barely contained rage, glared at the thief. If it were possible, Buffy would have been growling; stirring with tumultuous emotions, her usually placid hazel eyes darkened to an angry emerald green. Max had taken what was hers, and if she didn't hand it over right now, she was gonna be in a world of hurt.
"What?" Max stalled as her mind raced... forming and discarding plans. She didn't want to hurt Buffy-ok, that was a lie. She *did* want to hurt Buffy, but Logan wouldn't exactly be dancing for joy if she ended up knocking out his bestest pal. What to do, what to do...
"My ring," said Buffy, running out of patience, " I know you took it."
"I don't know what you're talking about," replied Max, shooting for the composed and in charged look. She was doing a pretty good job of it, if she did say so herself. After all, it was really hard trying to look dignified when you had on nothing more than a towel.
"I'm only going to say this one more time," Buffy ground out in a surprisingly controlled voice, "Give. Me. My. Ring!"
"Look!" Max was annoyed by the constant threats; it was getting tiresome and she really wanted Buffy to go away... forever... Hey, it doesn't hurt to dream, right? "I don't know what stick rode up your ass, but I don't got time for your accusations."
"Look! You-" Buffy was prepared to get into the brunette's face, but before she could utter another word, she was effectively cut off by Max's yell.
"Listen, Barbie!"
"What did you just call me?" interrupted Buffy, her eyes narrowed. She'd been called many things in her life, bunny, fluffy, slutty, but no one had ever accused her of being a Barbie. It was uncalled for and really...really....*mean*.
Seeing the reaction she was getting, Max smirked and goaded Buffy on--Logan couldn't get mad at her if she claimed it was self-defense, "You heard me."
Deciding it was time to get even, Buffy replied, "Eeh, I'm sorry that's incorrect. As a consolation prize you get a lifetime's supply of *pain.*"
Making sure slayer strength was absent, Buffy sent a fist flying in Max's direction after all, she wanted to hurt the girl… not kill her. Buffy's eyes widened in surprise when her fist met nothing but air.
'What the-'
Before she could turn around, Max materialized behind Buffy and delivered a perfectly executed sidekick. The blow sent Buffy sprawling clear across the room and into one of Logan's chess sets.
"You think you can take me?" challenged Max, her annoying smirk in place.
Carefully righting the chess set she'd bumped into, Buffy replied, "Yeah! I think I can!"
Seeing Max's current state of undress she added, "Now go put some clothes on so I can give you a proper ass kicking."
"I can kick your ass even without my clothes." Max retorted, "You know what?" she asked as though pondering something, "We're both girls here, and I've got nothing to hide." With those words, Max undid the knot of the towel and let it fall to the ground. It landed with a faint thud, but Buffy was too shocked to notice.
Buffy prided herself on being pretty radical, after all one of her best friends was a lesbian, but still... This whole thing was just getting weirder and weirder. Momentarily taken aback, Buffy quickly regained her faculties as she realized it was probably nothing more than a tactic.
"I'm not like that," quipped Buffy determined not to let the situation bother her.
"Don't flatter yourself," retorted Max as the two slowly circled one another. Now they both had the other's measure and there would be no more holding back.
Max was the first to move. Tearing into Buffy, she let loose a fury of kicks that Buffy was just barely able to dodge. Grunting from the effort, Buffy ducked, dodged, and blocked to avoid the oncoming blows.
The flurry of blows seemed endless before Buffy saw it--her opening! Twisting her body to the side, Buffy let Max's sidekick pass her head. Then, in one fluid motion, she seized the transgenic's right leg and jerked upwards.
With one leg off balance, and the other leg in the air, any normal person would have fallen, but then again nothing about this fight fit into the category of normal. Using her caught foot as a leverage point, Max kicked off the ground with the other leg, and delivered a bone-shattering roundhouse. The sheer strength of the blow forced Buffy to release Max's leg as she fought to keep her own balance. Landing back on the ground, Max immediately returned to fighting stance, ready for the next round.
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Buffy's head had snapped back from the impact of Max's kick, and a trickle of blood appeared on the corner of her mouth. The pain factor was definitely there, but all it did was cause her to grin.
Now *here* was a challenge.
"That was pretty good," Buffy admitted, rubbing her jaw to relieve the ache, "but now its my turn."
Before Max could react, she was assailed by a whirlwind of kicks and punches. From the look on Buffy's face, she knew this was not going to be a short fight.
Like two angry lionesses battling over territory, the women dueled. Trading blows back and forth, they moved with a lethal precision; gaining, losing, and regaining ground… Nimble athletes, they twisted and spun, neither willing to give an inch. Dancing to the lethal tune of combat, both women became a blur of motion... Each moving so quickly the other barely had time to register the last move before blocking the next deadly assault.
With neither winning and neither willing to concede defeat, the fight seemed to go on forever, as two distinct fighting styles emerged. Max's style held a decidedly militant flair, as years of Manticore training blended seamlessly with hard won urban survival skills. Each movement was cold, controlled and precise, as her soldier's mind analyzed the situation and planned battle strategy. Against any other opponent, her careful planning and strategy might have insured victory. But her machinations proved useless against her enemy's ingenious assaults.
Buffy's style proved erratic, unpredictable, and equally effective as the blonde fought instinctively... Unlike her controlled opponent, she relied heavily on her emotions, tapping into the strength they gave her, augmenting her already formidable power. Her every movement was automatic, an innate reaction to her opponent's actions. Reflexes, ingrained in her very being after so many years and hard fought battles, were impeccably honed and flawless in their execution. Their two unique fighting skills, perfect contrasts, meant this fight could go on indefinitely, with no woman emerging the clear victor.
Faking a left hook kick, Buffy swept right at the last minute and followed through with a backhand. Max saw the fake coming and successfully avoided the sweep but was unprepared for the backhand that followed. Stars exploded in her head as Max reeled back from the impact. Shaking her head, she tried to clear her vision.
"You know," Buffy said admiring her handy work, "you're lucky, if you weren't a girl-"
"What? You'd hit me?" Max interrupted, "A little too late for that."
"No, I'd stake you." Buffy punctuated the sentence by slamming Max into the far wall.
"What's up with you and stakes?" Max ground out,
"How much of my stuff did you go through?" Buffy gripped Max's wrists and now the two were in a tug of war.
"How much do you have to hide?"
Max tried to keep Buffy pinned to the wall, but it took all of her effort just to maintain the position she was in.
Deciding current their contest of was fruitless, Buffy changed tactics. Keeping her grip on Max's wrist, Buffy maneuvered them so that neither's back was to the wall. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, she broke away. They were now both back to where they had started, only more tired.
'Barbie can fight', thought Max as she avoided yet another forceful blow.
The anger in the blonde's eyes both surprised her and made her curious. What was so special about this ring? Deciding to get it from the source, she asked in a flippant tone,
"So what's the story with the ring? Some cradle robbing pimp daddy give it to you?"
White-hot rage coursed through Buffy at the mockery of the love she and Angel had shared. Like molten lava, she felt it slowly cover up any amount of reason she possessed. With an almost inhuman roar, Buffy charged into Max and both figures tumbled to the ground.
"Never. Insult. My. Mate." she bit out between punches as both women struggled to gain the upper hand.
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Logan whistled a happy melody as he walked towards the door of his penthouse.
Nothing like a brisk outing to improve one's mood.
Pausing outside the door, he noticed it was unlocked and figured Max was there. Still carrying the tune, Logan walked into the penthouse and froze at the sight that greeted him.
A fully clothed but sweaty Buffy had a very naked and equally sweaty Max pinned beneath her. Beads of sweat rolled off their lithe forms as they moved against one another. Muscles rippled beneath flawless skin as the two women wrestled on the polished wooden floor, their harsh breathing echoing throughout the penthouse.
"Give it to me! Give it to me!" cried Buffy. She didn't even notice Logan, so intent was she on the task of retreiving her ring.
For a moment Logan's imagination went wild. 'Oh my God! The woman I love is a... is a..."
He didn't have time to finish the thought, as Max's reply quickly dispelled the notion his dirty mind had conjured up.
"No! Not until you tell me what it is!"
Max struggled to free her pinned arms, but the enraged slayer held firm. That was when
they both noticed a shocked Logan standing on the sidelines. The sight of Logan distracted Buffy enough for Max to shove her off. Max underestimated her power as Buffy flew back into the fireplace from the strength of the blow.
As she slammed into a stone, and an audible snap could be heard as her neck broke.
Logan and Max both watched in horror as the body collapsed. A sickening thud sounded as she fell in a heap onto the ash ridden floor. For a moment, deafening silence reigned. Then snapping out of her trance, Max ran over to the body. Kneeling down she felt for a pulse...nothing.
'Oh God..", thought a panicked Max, "What have I done?'
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"Tact is just saying not true things. I'll pass.."
"
~Cordelia
FEEDBACK!!!!!!!!
I',m really sorry that this chapter came so late, but I had a glitch with the posting on my computer and then I lost everything! Sorry.....Hope you enjoyed it.
Lotsa Love
Specks
