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Date Posted: 15:46:39 12/25/03 Thu
Author: Kuzibah
Author Host/IP: 12.175.117.195
Subject: New Holiday Fanfic (post-script)

The Result of Spending a Few Hours at Work Today

The London Plaza Hotel kitchen, Christmas Day, 7:15 PM~

The Maitre d' skidded to a halt in front of the steam table, glancing around wildly. This behavior was unusual enough to bring the Executive Chef, three Sous Chefs, the Garde Manger, the Saucier, two Pastry Chefs, and the rest of the staff to a momentary lull.

"Rolls, we need rolls," he practically shouted.

Wordlessly, the Garde Manger passed him a basket of hot cloverleaf rolls. The Maitre d' raced back towards the dining room.

As the swinging door opened, the kitchen staff could hear the voices of the nearly 70 teenaged girls in the grand salon dining room singing "Jingle Bell Rock" at the top of their lungs.

"Who are those girls?" the Sous Chef asked the Executive Chef as he arranged candied carrots on a row of plates.

The Executive Chef gave an expressive shrug. He had been trained in France, and thus had a much more expansive body language than his English co-workers.

"I think there's some funny business going on," said the Saucier. "Did you see the man in charge? He must be fifteen years older than the rest. And an American.”

The rest of the staff shuddered collectively, too scandalized by the very thought of such a thing in their hotel.

The kitchen door banged open again, only this time the American woman who seemed to be in charge of the girls leaned in. The staff averted their eyes from her shockingly close-fitting outfit. “Hey,” she said, “we’re gonna need about 75 figgy puddings in a few minutes. Just giving you the heads up.”

The Maitre d' ran in beside her, and pulled himself stiffly upright, though the staff noticed his eyes were slightly wild. “Is everything to your satisfaction, Madam,” he managed.

The woman patted his shoulder. “Five by five, Jeeves,” she said. “Thanks for asking.”

- - - - -

Giles sat in the front room of his family’s home, sipping a mug of tea and watching through the windows. The snow he’d thought would not have lasted the night had turned into a respectable three-inch accumulation, and the late afternoon sun through the bare trees turned the view of the lane and the stream beyond into a living Christmas Card.

The day had been uneventful, just a quiet dinner with Buffy and Dawn and Xander. There’d been the requisite gag gifts (Giles could not begin to guess where Dawn had found a sequined eye-patch) and real gifts of the heart. Xander had given him a beautifully carved and inlaid box he’d made himself, the perfect size to fit his Watcher’s diaries.

In all, a very satisfying Christmas, and the first in a long time without the pall of impending doom hanging over them.

He was startled from his reverie by a soggy snowball thumping against the glass. The children, all in matching mittens and caps he got for them at the last minute when the forecast had called for a sudden cold snap, waved from the yard. Giles stood and pushed the side window open.

“The glass in these windows is over three hundred years old,” he scolded.

“Then you’ll have to come out so we don’t do it again,” Buffy said.

Giles tried to frown, but it was hopeless. He pulled the window shut and reached for his scarf.

- - - - -

Angel turned the page of his book, and was startled by how loud it sounded in the silent apartment. He had spent much of the day asleep after the late party the previous night, waking with a slightly aching head and a raging appetite. Several mugs of warmed blood later, he felt full, and some quiet reading was easing his headache.

The phone jangled, startling him, and he plucked it up. “Hello?” he said.

“Hey, it’s me,” came Spike’s voice, and Angel nearly groaned. He knew it had been too good to last.

“Listen,” Spike went on, “I’m thinking of heading over to the movies and catch that Russell Crowe thing with the ships and the battles at sea, and I figured since the truce was still in effect for the next seven hours or so…”

“I’d love to,” Angel said.

“Okay, then,” Spike said. “Meet you in the garage. If I get there first, I’m driving.” Then he hung up.

Angel sprang towards the elevator, noting as he did so that his headache was gone.

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[> Ah - the perfect dessert. -- wwolfe, 11:56:43 12/26/03 Fri (161.149.63.110)

Faith's last line cracked me up. Giles' story made me smile. And I enjoy the junior high competetivenes/camaraderie shared by Angel and Spike.

Thanks for the extra present. I hope you and Grim had a good Christmas.


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[> [> We did -- Kuzibah, 14:14:18 12/26/03 Fri (12.175.117.195)

And I hope you did, as well.

Glad you enjoyed the series.


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[> Re: New Holiday Fanfic (post-script) -- shk24, 15:42:09 12/29/03 Mon (208.17.34.25)

thanks kuz, as always these were all very entertaining and enjoyable.

maybe it is because btvs is no longer on or maybe it is the style in which you presented each little holiday story(or maybe some of both) but i found the collective group to be among the finest you have done.

i thought the gunn story was especially good because i have always felt they have really misused him and in your story i was glad to see him remembering his sister and his past even if the past doesn't remember him...

and i also liked the cordy story. with a special kudos to your mentioning that her hair had grown long again. back to the way she was before m.e./joss/charisma or whomever completely destroyed one of the best characters of both shows...

one question, are you finding it easier or harder to write the characters who are no longer on. my feeling would be it is easier because you can take more creative liberties and not have to worry about following along with someone elses path but i am curious as to your thoughts...

finally, while i understand why you wrote it and it was a very good story. i will never be able to accept kennedy and willow as a couple. i was never a believer in gay willow anyway, but once it was done i could accept willow and tara because i could believe they cared for each other. there is no way in hell(or the hell mouth for that matter) that anyone will ever be able to convince me that there is an ounce of believability in hooking those two up. i was glad to see willow and oz meet up and finally put closure on things though...

hope you and grim had a great christmas...thanks again for keeping the show alive through your amazing writing.


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[> [> Wow. Thanks. -- Kuzibah, 08:56:03 12/30/03 Tue (12.175.117.195)

As for your question... in some ways it is easier because I don't have to jibe the plot. See how far afield Oz has gone. I can also skip over things since they can be assumed to occur "off-screen," as it were. For instance, Buffy and Dawn are apparently living with Giles, and Xander lives near enough to spend Christmas Eve alone and still make it to their home for Christmas Day. How did this happen? I'm sure there were all kinds of discussions, and arguments, and Giles dealing with being a sort-of dad, and Dawn testing her boundaries, etc., etc., which we would all be privy to if the show were still on the air, but since it's not, I can just jump in to the middle and not worry too much.

Of course, the characters still have to act in character, which becomes harder the longer the show is off, but it lets me have some fun. Take Xander. I wanted to do a story where he realizes that the eyepatch makes his interesting and exotic. On the show this would have been a big, multi-episode angst-fest. I did it by writing a cross-over with "Queer Eye." So, yeah, I'm enjoying the freedom.

As for Willow and Kennedy... I agree with you, but I have to make it work within the context of the show. Within the show, they were clearly very involved. One could argue (and wolfie has, among others) that they were only together because they were the only two lesbians in Sunnydale (I could make a comment about gay stereotypes here, but you all can fill that in yourselves), but I feel I need to find a good reason, and then follow this reason on its natural course and to a natural conclusion.

Which I'm going to. Watch around St. Valentine's Day.


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[> [> [> Re: Kennedy and Valentine's Day. -- wwolfe, 09:47:02 12/30/03 Tue (161.149.63.107)

I hope it involves Bruce the Shark and a tragic mishap while filming "Jaws 5."


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[> [> [> you're welcome... -- shk24, 14:46:35 12/30/03 Tue (208.17.34.25)

and thanks for the answer, i figured it was probably easier, at least you make it seem that way ...

and i'll be looking forward to a conclussion of any kind for that one; natural, unnatural, whatever it takes... to second bill, bruce the shark works for me!


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