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Joyce Summers was doing the one thing that no mother should ever have to do. She was in the morgue of Sunnydale Hospital. Though the body was beyond recognition, she had insisted that she wanted to see for herself what the young woman looked like. Giles had tried to talk her out of it. And he had tried to go with her, but she had refused. This was something that she had to do on her own. Something she never thought she'd have to do.
Detective Walsh stood on the other side of the table that the unfortunate young woman lay upon. Officer Finn stood at the end. They had both tried to talk her out of seeing the way that the body looked. But she did not want to listen. A mother needed to know if her daughter had been hurt or was missing. She needed the closure this would bring.
Slowly, Detective Walsh pulled back the white as snow sheet that covered the body. She lowered it only enough to show off the face of the young woman. Joyce's eyes grew big. She turned immediately and vomited. Officer Finn was by her side in an instant. He put his arm around her shoulders to steady her.
"I can't tell." Joyce managed to squeak out. She was breathing quite heavily, feeling as if she'd be ill again at any moment. "What kind of a monster could do that to a girl? That's just plain sick."
"Sorry ma'am." Riley went from officer to just plain concerned fellow human being. "That's why we didn't want you to have to see her. And we're doing everything we can to positively ID her. We have her latest medical records. The ones that tell of scars she should have from the shooting. Unfortunately, the places where the scars would be have also been damaged by whatever inhuman did this."
There was a look of great disgust but also gratefulness on Joyce's face. She held those strong eyes of Riley's for a moment. There was something about the young man. If he'd been younger, she would have wanted him for her daughter. Her daughter that may or may not be dead.
"I think I need to go home now." Joyce looked at both police officers. "I'm sorry to have inconvenienced you. I just wish I could know for sure. Not knowing is driving me crazy."
"We understand." Maggie walked over to Mrs. Summers. "The not knowing is the hardest part. I assure you that we are doing everything we can to find out who she is and what happened to her. And we'll work nonstop till we find out. Officer Finn will give you a ride."
"Thank you." Joyce sighed heavily. "I really appreciate it. All that you are doing and trying to do." Maggie Walsh watched them both walk out. She could relate to the pain. For little did one Riley Finn know that he was in fact her son. Now that would be interesting if he ever found that out. But now, she had something else to worry about. Finding a killer. Maybe two.
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Cordelia lay on her bed. She had been out with others looking for Buffy earlier. Even with the discovery of the body, most thought that it wasn't her. And a lot of her friends would not give up hope that the young teen was still alive. She was one that didn't want to give up hope either.
For there was now only one thing that seemed to give the young woman hope. And that was thoughts of one Donny MaClay. For Doyle had proven to have a temper and to be quite aggressive. Something she had never thought that he would be.
She touched her eye gingerly. Just that morning she had found out exactly how aggressive he could be. It amazed her how quickly that he could go from being the sweetest man that she had ever met to being one that would hit her.
Doyle had found one of the letters that she was going to send to Donny. There was nothing in them more then friendship. Letting him know how Anya and Tara were dealing with recent events. How much she missed just talking with him. Innocent letters of friendship. But Doyle had not seen them that way.
He had tore them up in a rage. He had yelled at her for hiding things from him. And then, things had gotten very ugly. And she had wound up with a big black eye. Luckily the former ice queen was very handy with makeup. She had easily concealed that from everyone.
But now, she was lying there wondering exactly what it was that she was to do. She knew that she could not stay in a relationship where she might continue to get hurt. She was not that stupid. Though she did feel that she loved the young man quite a bit. But love was not enough when one was getting hurt in the long run.
Tears formed in her eyes. Angel had been the one that she had fallen for first. And he was now a decent guy. If only he had been when they were dating. Perhaps they could have stayed together. Now, Doyle was not what he appeared. And the one man that she could probably really be happy with was not even an option. What was a girl to do?
She rolled onto her side. The tears fell easily. There was only one thing that she could do. She would have to break up with Doyle. And she would have to be alone for a while. Maybe she would have to be alone for a very long time."""
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Willow was typing away at her laptop while Tara was stretched out on their bed. The redhead was making more fliers of Buffy to post. Not that the ones that they had already put up were doing any good. But one could not help but try.
Tara watched her girl with a great deal of pride. Computers were one thing that the young woman really had trouble with. She got the basics, but she was nothing like her girl. And that gave her a warm tingly feeling.
She reflected on the past few weeks. So much was going on because of Buffy's disappearance and her father's murder. And there was the fact that Dawn seemed to be playing with the two young woman. Tara still believed that the younger girl really was going through something. Whereas her cousin was still having problems with the whole thing.
It'd been a long time since the two of them had even kissed. Ever since Dawn had interrupted their make out session in the library, they had not had the time or had they? Was it that the connection that the two had, not been broken, but had been fractured a little?
The blond kept looking at the back of Willow. She watched as her hands were flying over the keyboard. Almost in a blur her hands were moving so quickly. Just looking at her made her love her more. Made her want to touch her. Made her want to be with her in every way possible.
But the tension, not big time, was still there between them. Was it really the time for what she was thinking? She licked her lips. She just wanted to be in Willow's arms more then anything at that moment. Just to feel the warmth, the love, the understanding. But she couldn't do that, could she?
She was so lost in thought, she didn't see the redhead turn and look at her. A smile instantly was on the redhead's face. There appeared to be so much going on in that head of the blond's. Could it be the fact of her father's murder? Neither she nor her girl had alibis for the night in question. Could that be what had her looking so serious?
No. That was not the look on her girl's face. That look was one that she hadn't seen in a bit. The two had been too distracted to act upon it. And Willow so wanted to change that. But how could she now? How could she give in to those lustful feelings when one of her best friends was missing and possibly dead? What kind of a person did that make her?
She got up and made her way to the bed. She slowly sat down, garnering her girl's attention. Blue eyes locked with green ones. There was an instant flow of love from one young woman to another. This is what they had been needing for so long. Just to be with one another.
Willow put her arm around Tara. She pulled her closer. Their lips met in a fiery collision. The redhead had intended for a kiss or two. But something was building between them. Hands were roaming. Bodies were tightly pressed together. Breathing was heavy. Passion was flowing.
Tara pulled back. She looked at that loving face. They had agreed to wait. Wait until they were older. Till both of them were ready for a physical expression of their love. Was this too soon? Was this not the right time? Willow swooped in for another kiss. One that would not deny how they were feeling and would allow them to fully express how they felt about one another.
Detective Walsh stood on the other side of the table that the unfortunate young woman lay upon. Officer Finn stood at the end. They had both tried to talk her out of seeing the way that the body looked. But she did not want to listen. A mother needed to know if her daughter had been hurt or was missing. She needed the closure this would bring.
Slowly, Detective Walsh pulled back the white as snow sheet that covered the body. She lowered it only enough to show off the face of the young woman. Joyce's eyes grew big. She turned immediately and vomited. Officer Finn was by her side in an instant. He put his arm around her shoulders to steady her.
"I can't tell." Joyce managed to squeak out. She was breathing quite heavily, feeling as if she'd be ill again at any moment. "What kind of a monster could do that to a girl? That's just plain sick."
"Sorry ma'am." Riley went from officer to just plain concerned fellow human being. "That's why we didn't want you to have to see her. And we're doing everything we can to positively ID her. We have her latest medical records. The ones that tell of scars she should have from the shooting. Unfortunately, the places where the scars would be have also been damaged by whatever inhuman did this."
There was a look of great disgust but also gratefulness on Joyce's face. She held those strong eyes of Riley's for a moment. There was something about the young man. If he'd been younger, she would have wanted him for her daughter. Her daughter that may or may not be dead.
"I think I need to go home now." Joyce looked at both police officers. "I'm sorry to have inconvenienced you. I just wish I could know for sure. Not knowing is driving me crazy."
"We understand." Maggie walked over to Mrs. Summers. "The not knowing is the hardest part. I assure you that we are doing everything we can to find out who she is and what happened to her. And we'll work nonstop till we find out. Officer Finn will give you a ride."
"Thank you." Joyce sighed heavily. "I really appreciate it. All that you are doing and trying to do." Maggie Walsh watched them both walk out. She could relate to the pain. For little did one Riley Finn know that he was in fact her son. Now that would be interesting if he ever found that out. But now, she had something else to worry about. Finding a killer. Maybe two.
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Giles didn't want to be doing what he was. He wanted more then anything to be with Joyce. He now saw her as his girlfriend. And that was sad. He had been so close to marrying Jenny. But the two had just never been able to be fully honest with one another. And that had killed anything they had had.
Now, he was with his daughter. That part he didn't mind. He had loved her the minute that he had set eyes on her. And the fact that soon he would have to be a full time dad did not scare him in the least. In fact, he was looking forward to it.
He stood outside his father's home. The one that did not hold the greatest memories for him. One that always had meant that he was a second class citizen. It was his brother that had been the good son. And had his father's love. Something that the librarian had never had in his life.
The door opened without him knocking. His mother hugged him immediately. No words were spoken though. The two had long ago stopped talking as well. The minute that he had decided to go to England, that's when his mother had stopped talking to him. He was an outcast in his family.
The father/daughter duo made their way into the rather large house. One could get lost in such a big place. Giles knew his place. He immediately made his way with his daughter to the study. That was the one place he was still permitted. While waiting for his father to show up, he began looking at books and photo albums. So did Dawn.
Both were startled by the slamming of the door. "Son." That was it. There was no feelings in the word. In fact, it was pure disgust that showed through. "Dawn."
Dawn looked up from the photo album she had been rifling through. Her eyes widened. There was a little bit of fear in her own. The man before her exuded such power. She swallowed hard and managed a simple "grandfather."
He ignored her. Instead, he made his way to his son. "Rupert, what the devil are you doing here? I thought it was clear that we wanted nothing more to do with you. After what you pulled with our granddaughter. Letting her live this unholy and unclean life that she has taken up."
Giles held up his hand. "I didn't come to discuss that. I only came so that you could meet the granddaughter you've never known. And that is it. If you wish nothing to do with her, I'll be more then happy to leave. And never come back."
His father eyed him for a moment. He looked at the young teenager sitting on the floor. "I think it's safe to say that I want nothing to do with you or your daughter. You two may leave whenever you wish. But don't outstay your welcome."
He began to turn when Dawn's excited voice startled him. "Dad! Look! It's a picture of me!" Dawn took the photo album to her father. "It's when I was four. And isn't that grandfather?"
Giles looked carefully at the picture. Indeed it was his father holding a little Dawn in his arms with a smile on his face. The librarian glared at his father. "You knew all this time about her, didn't you?"
An evil smile made it on to the elder Giles' face. "But of course I did. How do you think they got the money to travel around the world and back? I paid her to keep away from you. But I didn't pay her enough. For now your damned illegitimate daughter is back to ruin our lives."
Giles took Dawn's hand. "And I truly no longer have a father. You are quite the monster you know that." The librarian made his way out the door. "But you haven't heard the last of this. You'll regret it, I assure you of that."
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Cordelia lay on her bed. She had been out with others looking for Buffy earlier. Even with the discovery of the body, most thought that it wasn't her. And a lot of her friends would not give up hope that the young teen was still alive. She was one that didn't want to give up hope either.
For there was now only one thing that seemed to give the young woman hope. And that was thoughts of one Donny MaClay. For Doyle had proven to have a temper and to be quite aggressive. Something she had never thought that he would be.
She touched her eye gingerly. Just that morning she had found out exactly how aggressive he could be. It amazed her how quickly that he could go from being the sweetest man that she had ever met to being one that would hit her.
Doyle had found one of the letters that she was going to send to Donny. There was nothing in them more then friendship. Letting him know how Anya and Tara were dealing with recent events. How much she missed just talking with him. Innocent letters of friendship. But Doyle had not seen them that way.
He had tore them up in a rage. He had yelled at her for hiding things from him. And then, things had gotten very ugly. And she had wound up with a big black eye. Luckily the former ice queen was very handy with makeup. She had easily concealed that from everyone.
But now, she was lying there wondering exactly what it was that she was to do. She knew that she could not stay in a relationship where she might continue to get hurt. She was not that stupid. Though she did feel that she loved the young man quite a bit. But love was not enough when one was getting hurt in the long run.
Tears formed in her eyes. Angel had been the one that she had fallen for first. And he was now a decent guy. If only he had been when they were dating. Perhaps they could have stayed together. Now, Doyle was not what he appeared. And the one man that she could probably really be happy with was not even an option. What was a girl to do?
She rolled onto her side. The tears fell easily. There was only one thing that she could do. She would have to break up with Doyle. And she would have to be alone for a while. Maybe she would have to be alone for a very long time."""
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Willow was typing away at her laptop while Tara was stretched out on their bed. The redhead was making more fliers of Buffy to post. Not that the ones that they had already put up were doing any good. But one could not help but try.
Tara watched her girl with a great deal of pride. Computers were one thing that the young woman really had trouble with. She got the basics, but she was nothing like her girl. And that gave her a warm tingly feeling.
She reflected on the past few weeks. So much was going on because of Buffy's disappearance and her father's murder. And there was the fact that Dawn seemed to be playing with the two young woman. Tara still believed that the younger girl really was going through something. Whereas her cousin was still having problems with the whole thing.
It'd been a long time since the two of them had even kissed. Ever since Dawn had interrupted their make out session in the library, they had not had the time or had they? Was it that the connection that the two had, not been broken, but had been fractured a little?
The blond kept looking at the back of Willow. She watched as her hands were flying over the keyboard. Almost in a blur her hands were moving so quickly. Just looking at her made her love her more. Made her want to touch her. Made her want to be with her in every way possible.
But the tension, not big time, was still there between them. Was it really the time for what she was thinking? She licked her lips. She just wanted to be in Willow's arms more then anything at that moment. Just to feel the warmth, the love, the understanding. But she couldn't do that, could she?
She was so lost in thought, she didn't see the redhead turn and look at her. A smile instantly was on the redhead's face. There appeared to be so much going on in that head of the blond's. Could it be the fact of her father's murder? Neither she nor her girl had alibis for the night in question. Could that be what had her looking so serious?
No. That was not the look on her girl's face. That look was one that she hadn't seen in a bit. The two had been too distracted to act upon it. And Willow so wanted to change that. But how could she now? How could she give in to those lustful feelings when one of her best friends was missing and possibly dead? What kind of a person did that make her?
She got up and made her way to the bed. She slowly sat down, garnering her girl's attention. Blue eyes locked with green ones. There was an instant flow of love from one young woman to another. This is what they had been needing for so long. Just to be with one another.
Willow put her arm around Tara. She pulled her closer. Their lips met in a fiery collision. The redhead had intended for a kiss or two. But something was building between them. Hands were roaming. Bodies were tightly pressed together. Breathing was heavy. Passion was flowing.
Tara pulled back. She looked at that loving face. They had agreed to wait. Wait until they were older. Till both of them were ready for a physical expression of their love. Was this too soon? Was this not the right time? Willow swooped in for another kiss. One that would not deny how they were feeling and would allow them to fully express how they felt about one another.
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