Accumulated E-mails: Bridge
August 29th, 2000
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Hi
Moved into the dorm here and just finally got the wireless set up. No roommate yet; he's a Junior and I guess they don't have to check in for a few more days. Not completely unpacked, but I found the Dekaranger guy. Dork. ...He's on my desk.
Also I found the other thing, which is *not* on my desk. And is still evil. Also got your e-mail. I repeat. Dork.
I tried to call, but the twinkiephone's acting wacky. It works just fine for regular numbers, but it won't reach Fandom. Willow says it's probably just something to do with the portal, but it's been two days and it still hasn't worn off; you may have to look at it when I come home back for Homecoming. Was starting to get worried that the e-mail would be the same way til I got the chance to log in and found yours.
Tell everybody I miss them and I'll write soon - this is the test shot over the bow for the alumni network thing. Let's see if I got it right!
love you,
Xander
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August 31st, 2000
To: bridge.carson, m.parker, isabel.evans, willow.rosenberg, dawn.summers, alanna.trebond, samuel.anders, rory.gilmore, john.crichton, d'anna.biers, angela.chase, martin.blank, veruca.cally, samantha.carter, nadia.santos, alex.krycek, jake.gavin, peter.pevensie, skankzero.hopelesssavage /// @fandomhigh.net, veronica.mars@hearst.edu
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: [blank]
If *any* of you guys get this, will you tell everybody else I'm trying to call and write but everything keeps bouncing back at me? I haven't got anything from Fandom, either, and I'm pretty sure you didn't *all* decide I need to be shunnedOMG. And Willow can't get e-mail out to her friends from Hogwarts, so it's not the phone or the alumni net thing, it's some kind of interference on this end, she thinks. She's hacking the network of checking with the guys at the Watchers' Council who sent us off in the first place to see if they know what's going on.
This may not go through either, but I'll keep trying. And if you get spammed, um. Sorry? Better than thinking I was blowing you off, right?
Miss you all, even Faithful
Xander
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ooooo. [The same e-mail repeated every day until September 10th, 2000]
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September 10th, 2000
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Sending this anyway
Willow says something's interfering with *everything* we try to send out, and I guess everything you try to send here. Mail, calls, portals. Been sending the same thing to everybody every day just to see if I'll get a reply besides a damn bounce message, but she's not even sure you're getting that if you're trying to write to me.
Maybe it's stupid to keep writing then, but I guess I've been called worse. If it doesn't go through then it's not like talking to myself in e-mail is any crazier than talking to a stuffed frog. ...not that I do that. Much
If it does go through, I just want you to know I miss you so much it hurts to breathe sometimes and I hope you're okay.
love you,
Xander
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Sept. 13th, 2000
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Happy Anniversary
It's turned out to be... not so bad of a day, but it'd be better if you were in it. Sunnydale High finally gave us all our diplomas, even though we didn't graduate here. Buffy and a couple of other people set up a party at the school, which was nice but... it's a bit much. Thus sneakage away to what used to be Ms. Calendar's computer lab.
Took a picture of the three of us, me and Buffy and Willow, before I bailed, though. Well, Buffy's mom took it with my phone. She's going in for tests - we're all worried about her, but I told her what Dawn - our Dawn - told me. I'm hoping we can cheat the future just a little without blowing up the universe.
Wee-Dawn here is kind of freaked out about her mom, I think, though they're trying not to scare her too much. I keep being afraid I'll slip and talk about something the way I remember it without her there, but it hasn't happened yet. If this gets through, tell Dawn I could really use some pointers, though. Just a rundown of her life from say, age ten to fourteen? Bullet points would be cool.
Classes are--- not so great. I've been kind of a dumbass about them, but Willow's going to help me catch up.
The dumbass thing... I miss you like crazy, and I hate that I can't talk to you. Kind of been taking that out on... anything I can take it out on. It's been brought to my attention by more carefully-styled heads than mine that as ways to make you proud of me go, that one's got some flaws. They're right - I know you don't need me to prove anything, but *I* do. I want you to be the *first* thing I didn't fuck up, not the only one.
And... I guess I *can* talk to you, sort of, since, well, I am. Maybe it's a little nuts to pretend you're listening, but I'm okay with nuts.
Fine, stop giving me that look. Okay's a couple miles down the road. But I'll get there sooner or later.
Hope you're there when I do.
love you,
Xander
P.S. Pet the frog for me. But no kissing OMG. You don't need a purple prince on your hands.
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October 6th, 2000
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Homecoming
If they're having it the same week as they did last time, it's Homecoming Friday, and, well, I'm not there. (Unless I am. If I made it through next year or something and I'm peeking over your shoulder, just a year older? Ignore this. And whap me upside the head for eating that brie at Dean Guererra's student mixer thing yesterday because aaaghgh.)
I know I said I'd be there, and if I could think of any way to get me there, I would, but I got nothin'. Even looked up that place in the school handbook, portalocity.com, but just got a big old 404 page. And mapquest says "hahahahah what?" when I type in Fandom Island, Virginia.
If you gave up on hearing from me and you're going with somebody else, just... save me a dance? Just in case?
love you, Xander
p.s. I finally started my construction internship. Which amazingly pays actual money, even if most of it's running right back into room and board. Willow came out to the site to take pictures - I know you're shocked. You've already got one of me in leather and one as a cowboy; I figured you might as well collect the whole Village People set.
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October 18th, 2000
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net, m.parker@fandomhigh.net, john.crichton@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Oh, those wacky demons
Just in case you ever wondered if Sunnydale has wackery of the non-fatal, Fandomy variety, I got split into two of me this week. Okay granted the demon *was* trying to kill Buffy, but his near-miss is my...day spent knowing how Cam and John feel.
One of me dresses better than the other. Opinions are divided on which one of me that was.
~Xander
P.S. I SO DIDN'T SO STOP THINKING THAT.
P.P.S. I did get a picture before Willow put us back together, though.
P.P.P.S. NOT THAT KIND OF PICTURE.
P.P.P.S. ...Bridge, see other e-mail. Happy anniversary.
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ooooo. [OTHER E-MAIL. NOT DIRTY EXCEPT WHERE THERE ARE 2 XANDERS KISSING FOR THE CAMERA.]
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November 23rd, 2000
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Happy Joyce Made It Out Of Surgery Day
Also it's Thanksgiving, but priorities, yo. Though point of trivia? Sunnydale hospital cafeteria has suprisingly good turkey. Stuffing not so much.
I know about what you know about Dawn, I think. It's...weird, but weirdly weird? It's weird that everybody else is weirded out over the 'she wasn't here' part, and I'm just sitting here sort of nodding and going 'ahhhh, so that's why.'
I didn't tell them, though. I don't even know *why*. Just... there was this point where Giles looked at me like he was about to ask, and I open my mouth and out comes 'So wait, who *did* let Jeremiah out of his tank last Thanksgiving?'
I think she has a *right* to know what she is, and I told Buffy that, but I guess it's just... the poor kid's got some pissed-off super-demon chick after her, her mom just got out of cancer surgery, and Buffy's going to have to tell her she didn't even exist this time last year... does she really need to know there's somebody around who remembers that and thinks of it as the way it 'really' was?
So...
About...
djhklsjhkjh...
So, I didn't write you on our anniversary, and the dumbest, weirdest thing is I feel guiltier about that than I do about what I was doing instead.
Willow tried another portal spell in the morning, and that purple circle flared up, which it hasn't even got that far the other times she's tried, and I thought, just for a second, you know. So I'm standing there watching this thing that's just a circle on the floor of Giles's new shop, floor on the outside and floor on the inside. And I'm *thinking*, thinking what do I do if it works, if the Perk or the school or hell, the damned duck pond shows up inside it - do I just walk through right now and not look back? Forget school, forget whatever it is Dawn thinks I'm supposed to do that's so goddamn awesome, and just go, because it might be my only shot?
Thing is... right then I think I would've. I don't know if I'd have been right or wrong, but I would've. And I was ok with that. I was *waiting* for that. And then pffft. Like it's been pffft every time before, and I can't *do* that again.
So... and here's where maybe I screwed up. I don't *think* I did? But I don't know, and you're not exactly here for me to ask. But there was...activity of the woodworking variety. Not with anybody you know another version of; it doesn't even really matter who, it was just a thing, because I needed to...not be *waiting* for you. I don't know if that makes any sense; I don't even know if I make any sense to me.
Just... I don't know when I'll ever see you again. I don't know *if* I'll ever see you again. I hope so. I want to. The frak of it is I love you; can't even picture ever not. But I think I have to stop hanging everything on the idea that it could be tomorrow or next year when it might be never, because if I don't, I'm not going to be good for much else.
I'm not sorry it happened, but I'm sorry as hell if it ends up hurting you, because I'd rather shoot myself in the foot than do that, though judges will allow I might be doing both in one convenient package here. I almost didn't say anything at all, since what's the chance that you'll even get this, but -- contain your shock -- I've been keeping a running list of Worst Possible Ways Xander Could Screw This Up since, oh, a couple days before our first date? And lying to you is #3. (Though possibly I should move "spill noodles all over him" out of the #2 slot now.)
love, Xander
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November 28th, 2000
To: bridge.carson, m.parker, isabel.evans, willow.rosenberg, dawn.summers /// @fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Aliens
I like the ones at our school better. I'm just sayin'. Big chunk of space rock. Thing that likes to suck crazy people's brains out. Psych ward at hospital. In conclusion, eww. I saved you a piece of the meteor, though, Isabel. Don't know if I'll see you again to give it to you, but seemed like something you could add to your collection, even if it's not from Roswell.
Miss you guys.
love, Xander
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November 29th, 2000
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Hey
It's my birthday. Feels weird *sending* an e-mail to say that, but I'm sure I'd be getting one if you could get through, so... I just wanted to talk to you today; we've never spent a real birthday together, so I'm pretending a little. Call it my present to me. 20 - I finally don't get to say I'm a teenager anymore. Or don't have to. Or something. If I was still there I guess it would officially make me a dirty old man, huh. ;-)
Things got a little nuts tonight. Joyce was in the hospital for another followup CAT scan yesterday when the alien thing was there, and the crazy people all freaked out at Dawn for some reason; it's like they could tell. So she knew *something* was up, and then she overheard us arguing about telling her, and put things together. Let's just say she put the psych ward to shame in the freaking out department.
We found her and calmed her down, but it kind of killed the party atmosphere. Buffy says I must've caught her birthday curse - usually she's the one who gets all the hellmouth drama.
It's fine, though. I'm good, we're all good. Trying to balance work, vampires, school, friends, things I'm supposed to remember but don't, and hiding Dawn from a crazy hellgod - thank you Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and believe me I never thought I'd be saying *those* words - is a funky definition of good, but it's the kind I'm used to.
Still miss you, but that's getting better too. Not that I miss you any *less* - I'm just getting better at being okay with it.
love, Xander
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December 6th, 2000
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Happy Birthday
Call me a weirdo {*pauses so you can do that*}, but I've got a present for you. Sort of. I didn't go out and buy one; that would've been a couple too many steps backwards into the land of Xander Is Special And We Don't Talk Loud Or Move Fast Around Him Shh. But I started working on it back when we still thought I'd be there by Homecoming, and it didn't seem right to stop til it was done, somehow.
It's a workbench - I was thinking you needed something for your projects to stop... okay slow *down* the creeping takeover of your room. Plus it's got drawers and vice-grip holes and mitre joints and...Hi, I'm Xander. Have we met? I'm kind of a geek. And this carpentry thing is pretty awesome once you stop hitting your thumb with the hammer quite so much. And by you I mean me, and by quite so much I mean it's totally down to less than once a week now.
If I get to see you again, it's yours. Until then, I guess I'll take care of it for you. And by take care of it I mean yes it's pretty much covered with wingnuts and sawdust right now; I've got a final project due in architectural modeling.
love, Xander
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December 25th, 2000
To: bridge.carson, callisto, m.parker, isabel.evans, willow.rosenberg, dawn.summers, alanna.trebond, aeryn.sun, samuel.anders, rory.gilmore, john.crichton, d'anna.biers, angela.chase, martin.blank, veruca.cally, samantha.carter, nadia.santos, alex.krycek, jake.gavin, peter.pevensie, peter.parker, skankzero.hopelesssavage, jenny.calendar, jaye.tyler /// @fandomhigh.net, veronica.mars@hearst.edu
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Merry Stuffs
Happymerrypeacefulzombiefree Chrismakuhsticearoni - does that cover everybody? And I figure if I'm throwing bottles of e-mail out into the internets it's just as likely they'll make it to ancient Greece as it is that they'll hit Fandom, so Cal, if you're reading this, happy whatever the hell you guys celebrate in December too. Happy Anniversary-of-the-Strip-Triad-Game-I'm-Kinda-Sorry-I-Missed, maybe.
Willow says hi me and hi Bridge, and then she kind of shakes her head a little bit because she's still on the Oh Xander train and thinks I don't get how unlikely it is that you guys will ever see this. I do, though. Some things are just worth saying anyway, you know?
Like I passed my first semester of classes. It was touch and go for a while, but I am an actual bonafide college guy, as opposed to an actual bonafide flunkedoutofcollege guy. An actual bonafide college guy with his first actual bonafide car, too, even if it's an actual bonafide POS. And everybody here is alive and ...about as safe as you ever get in Sunnydale. (Dawn, there's a maybe on the Thing; they can't tell yet but they're checking again next week.)
Except now I ran out of news that's fit to print and doesn't involve other people's sekrits. That's one of the drawbacks about the whole never hearing back thing, aside from the obvious - all I can do is talk about me.
So instead I'll make stuff up about you guys. If I don't hear back from you I'll just assume I was right.
Let's see, it's December, so you've already had at least one invasion. This time it was MIMES. Marty, Peter Parker, Greg, Cally and Belthazor all got taken over and formed a troupe, roaming the dorms and annoying...I mean scaring the crap out of everybody who set foot in the hallways. The evil mimes were foiled when John, Sam, Nadia and Bridge joined together and built a giant invisible box around them (that dispenses cotton candy when they bang on the walls to be let out), and all the students went back to...as normal as they ever were. The mimes are still there, but no one cares because you all threw a sheet over the box and went on with your lives.
Veronica, Cal, Angel and Logan all came back for Homecoming. Angel's hair looked stupid. This is not actually news. Greg gave him a makeover, though. It still looks stupid (not Greg's fault; you can only work with what you're given), but it's taller now.
D'anna turned into a frog for a while, and had a wild fling with Jeremiah, but they broke it off even before D got turned back due to irreconcilable Vanessa Saturn shipping preferences. The Perk closed down and was replaced by a fancy mineral water store. Rory and Jake sat on the sidewalk in front of it every day for a week and LOOKED SAD AND WOEFUL at everybody who went in or out until they gave up and turned it back into a coffee shop. In not unrelated news, Krycek had a minor nervous breakdown during this period, but he's better now. He only twitches uncontrollably if you mention Evian around him.
Alanna dyed her hair black and took up smoking clove cigarettes and wearing a beret. Faithful laughed so hard he completely lost his voice, which is exactly why she did it. He was grumpy once he figured that out, but Willow and Anders cheered him up with catnip-laced cookies.
Angela dyed her hair black and took up smoking clove cigarettes and wearing a beret too, but it was a philosophical statement. Which didn't stop Faithful from laughing at her too.
Dean the Tick was seen wearing jeans and a t-shirt, which made everybody (except people from Sunnydale) wonder if the apocalypse was nigh, but no, the laundry machines were just on strike again so he couldn't wash his tights. The randomly-disappearing clothes thing happened again too, but this time it was even taking people's underwear. Jaye skipped classes to follow Constable Fraser around all week. Nobody knows for sure what happened but she was back in class on Monday and she WON'T STOP SMILING.
How'd I do?
love,
Xander
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January 1st, 2001
To: dawn.summers@fandomhigh.net, bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Blowing up the universe
We didn't.
love, Xander
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January 9th, 2001
To: bridge.carson, m.parker, rory.gilmore, nadia.santos /// @fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Breakability
So for future reference and not that I'm looking really closely at you when I say this Nadia but only because painkillers make my eyes do that unfocussy thing: when your best friend and your other best friend's Watcher get into an argument about whether inside the store is the very best place to be practicing portable sunlight spells and things get broke and then there's a very large troll who in a moment of utter randomness got that way due to the girl I went to my first prom with and then more things get broke and said best friend calls you for help and there's loud yelling and threats of crushing of various crushable people in the background, the smartest thing ever is to run in and try to distract the walking mountain range with the same jokes you tried on the giant inflatable gremlin at graduation while said other best friend tries to steal his big smashy thing.
I mean yeah, it *worked* and now Buffy has a niftykeen new hammer to play with, but I can't help thinking he sensed it wasn't new material and the only thing actually distracting him was the amusing cracky sounds my bones were making. If you want to bitchslap me, Parker, now would be the time, because haha I won't feel it anyway.
In conclusion, drugs good, comedy hard, Spike totally hustles pool, always carry a cellphone because you never want to miss a good opportunity to put your arm in a sling and if you have to find new ways to break yourself I already called dibs on trolls so find your own schtick.
love, Xander
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January 19th, 2001
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net, rory_gilmore@fandomhigh.net, dawn.summers@fandomhigh.net, willow.rosenberg@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Buffy's Birthday
...absolutely *nothing* happened to screw up the party.
This worries me.
Dawn and Willow can explain that one to you, Bridge and Rory.
Okay, Buffy looked at me a *little* weird when she unwrapped her present and found five (cheapity because unlike some people I can't actually make my own) cell phones in the box? But I explained that whole 'keeping everybody networked so people know you're not dead and thus you don't get yelled at and if someone's actually in danger of being dead they can call for help as demonstrated last week' concept, and she was pretty pro- lack of yelling. And anti-being dead. Plus, and I quote, "Shiiiiiny."
love, Xander
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February 20th, 2001
To: Shop Buddies + Bridge
Subject: Robots that don't suck...exactly
And now for your monthly dose of Sunnydale WTF: some guy at UCSD built a robot girlfriend. She got sort of rampagey when he dumped her, but she didn't really suck. (And okay, I can see that coming from a mile away, so I'll just say NOT DIRTY now, except for with all the stuff he programmed into her it probably is.) She was just kind of...sad. Really *hot* - the dude knows his stuff when it comes to plastic people. But I totally get the thing you were saying now, Bridge. If I'd asked him to build me a robot-you, I wouldn't have to be psychic to tell that it wasn't *you*.
~Xander
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March 18th, 2001
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Hey
You probably noticed I cut back on the anniversary stuff, except for where you're not getting these so no, you didn't. But if you were, you would, except if you were you probably wouldn't because if you were you'd have been able to write me back too and then probably not so much with the stopping.
It's just I don't know what's up with you now. It's been months; there could be somebody else. There's *probably* somebody else. In a weird way I kind of hope so, because you deserve to have somebody who loves you. Which I do, but I mean somebody who's actually there to do it.
Plus in case it sounds like I'm trying to compete for guy-of-the-century here, there was the thing with the thing, which was supposed to be a one-time thing but has actually been a couple of times thing, even though it's in no way a Thing. Which is to say I'm not dating anybody but I'm not sure I feel like I have the right to still be sending you Happy Anniversary e-mails twice a month, y'know?
But a year ago today - for *me* at least - was the day you faked me out up in room 614. (Aaaaaand the day I wore leather pants and got possessed by a fairy, but let's stick with the parts that involve kissing, m'kay? Those are the important parts.) And I may be too far away to celebrate that with you, but I want you to know that from where I'm standing now, it was one of the best days of my life.
love you, Xander
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April 13th, 2001
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Heh
So I thought hey, it's April 13th, why don't I rent that movie just for old time's sake and bring it to movie night at Buffy's house, and there can be popcorn throwing and girls yelling eww gross and me pretending we didn't say exactly the same thing when we saw ... the parts of it we were actually paying attention to.
Only the dvd rental place didn't have it, what with it not coming out in theaters til this August. *headcalendar*
And then it hit me that you haven't even been *born* yet, and suddenly the whole movie thing seemed a little less weird in comparison. To...the rest of my life.
love, Xander
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May 6 7th, 2001
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Lo, how the mighty have fallen
All the way from the lofty heights of, uh, summer camp counselor to the long leg of an isoceles triangle, except it wasn't really because Willow's a little taller than Buffy. Still, it made Dawn lau
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CRAP. Crazy hellgod chick got Willow's girlfriend because she thought Tara was you know but I'm not saying just in case she's
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CRAPCRAPCRAP. Willow took off after her. Glory, not Tara. Tara's still in the hosital, and Willow convinced us she wouldn't do anything stupid, and then turned right around and made a beeline for her, with a little detour to see some creepy wizard Amy knows and juice herself up on
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FSCK WILL NEVER FINISH THIS ARGH. CAPSLOCK OF FASTYPY CAUSE WE'RE RUNNIBGF. SHE KNOWS WHATT ADWN IS. RIPPED T SIDE OF TEH DORM O OFF. GRABBING STUFF AND GOING WILL TXT FROM RD LOVE X
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May 7th, 2001
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
Subject: [blank]
Forgot I can email from phone too. PITA tho. Road's bumpy & making me sick, weetiny buttns not helping. Spike got RV don't want to knw how. Crammed half Sunnydale in it and we're trying to get Dawn someplace safe. Everybody's alive but Tara's.. mssed up. brain scrambled, don't know if we can fix or no.
We must get out of this ok, rigt? Dawn wouldve said. SHE did so we must unlss we frak it up somehow and we won
't.
So wont say stupid sht like if I dont get chance to mail again o whatevr cause i will. bkjbk; gurk rv-sick.
love y, Xander
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May 8th, 2001
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
Subject: more crap yay
Sorry, think I forgot to cover black humor in Scoobying. They got Dawn. Somehow, kinda hazy on that - Giles got stabbed and we called this intern guy who helped with Joyce, and then all of a sudden Glory was there and *poof*. So I'm waiting around at the hospital for Giles to get released and Spike went to check her apartment and he's supposed to show anytime and I don't have anything to DO but sit here and stab tiny buttons which is why the typing's all...right. Dammit, wish I'd got a frakking cellphone for him, too.
She'll be okay because she IS okay. Joyce was the only one she was worried about and we *fixed* that, so we'll get through this, as long as we do everything right. Just wish I could talk to you for real right now, because right this second it feels like there isn't *anything* I can do, and it's driving me nuts.
love, Xander
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May 10th, 2001, 2 A.M.
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
Subject: [blank]
We fucked up. Somehow. I don't even know how, whether we didn't get someplace fast enough, or didn't hit somebody hard enough - there was this guy and Spike and I thought we'd killed him, and we didn't kill him dead enough. I think that might be it, but I don't even know that, not for sure.
All I know is we dug a hole out in the woods tonight, because we can't even let people know she's gone, not on the Hellmouth, it'd be like putting out a Free Beer sign at Caritas only this one says All You Can Eat, and we put her body-- Christ, BODY. Body, it doesn't even look like a word, not a real one. It's not something you *say* about people you love.
And I'm at their house because Dawn wouldn't even go to sleep until I promised not to leave. I keep expecting her to hate me, even keep dreaming she does, but it's not her. This Dawn doesn't get it. The one there with you, she's the one who'd know we screwed up something, somehow, so I guess it's a good thing I can't get through to you guys, and double-good-yay that I can't even get past Dear Dawn anyway without erasing the whole thing.
How do I tell her we saved her mom, we saved *her*, but we lost Buffy?
God, I wish you were here right now. Not as much as I wish she was, but pretty damn close.
love,
Xander
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ooooo. [E-mails of Handwavy, of the 'getting by' variety.]
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July 12th, 2001.
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net, m.parker@fandomhigh.net, isabel.evans@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: SSDD
Sorry you guys get to be the dumping ground for round 96 of Sunnydale Sucks, Woe Is Us, but I don't know who else to, um. Dump on. Can't tell the Willow there; it might or might not be in her future. Really really can't tell Dawn, so if this makes it through please don't. I'll figure out some way, but I owe it to her to do it myself.
So you know the thing about telling people Buffy went to her dad's for the summer? It worked pretty well when Buffy actually *did* go to her dad's for the summer. And... not so bad the summer she actually ran away to L.A. Probably her having taken down a pretty badass vampire right before both of those kept the rest of them down to a dull roar for a while.
But when the Slayer goes from super-overcompensato-I-can't-do-anything-about-my-mom-and-I'm-worried-about-my-sister-so-I'll-just-channel-that-into-dusting-everything-in-sight mode to suddenly she's off to Barcelona and said mom and sister are wandering around town like the world just ended what with it kind of having and them not being the best actors ever? People get suspicious.
Which would be okay if it was just people, but the demons are starting to get the idea something's up too. We're keeping the town as safe as we can - even Dawn, because we really don't have a lot of room to be turning down help - and we're not exactly the clown patrol, but a handful of college kids, a middle-aged ex-Watcher and a high schooler who's definitely *not* a Slayer are... definitely not a Slayer.
Willow and Tara are doing their best with the magic end. Willow's still working on that ball-of-sunlight spell but she hasn't quite got it to the point where she could be sure it wouldn't take out Spike too, which -- and save this e-mail for future evidence when they have me committed and you want to say you told 'em so -- would be a bad thing. It'd be nice if Amy hadn't bailed after -- you know. It wasn't the world-endy stuff that freaked her out; it was Willow borrowing her for a jump-start without asking, which on one hand I get, but hi, she was trying to save somebody's life? Even if it didn't work.
We're holding our own, but I don't know how much longer before they figure out that we're *just* holding our own, and throw something bigger than we can handle at us.
Which is why we're about to do something really stupid, yay, which I'm feeling kind of don't-jinxy about so I'll tell you after if it turns out to be not the biggest mistake we ever made. Wish us luck? Or possibly brains.
love,
Xander
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July 14, 2001
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net, m.parker@fandomhigh.net, isabel.evans@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: DSDD
>>Which is why we're about to do something really stupid, yay,
>>which I'm feeling kind of don't-jinxy about so I'll tell you after if
>>it turns out to be not the biggest mistake we ever made. Wish us
>>luck? Or possibly brains.
Well, she didn't kill me in my sleep, so I guess this counts as after enough to explain what the hell I was talking about. Namely, I've got a Slayer on my couch.
Well, not on my couch at this exact second; she's in the shower. But that'd be where she's currently sleeping. The couch, not the shower. Though she *has* been in there kind of a while.
Parker and Bridge would know who I mean, since there's only one Slayer *left* now, far as we know. Watchers' Council hasn't heard about anybody new showing up this time. (This would be right about the time that Parker's yelling really loud so if you guys are right next to her, sorry.) Not sure if I ever told you about Faith, though, or how much if I did, Isabel. There was a new Slayer called the first time Buffy died, even though she only stopped breathing for a little while, and when our version of Drusilla happened to *her*, we got Faith. Eventually. In the way where she worked with us until the bad guys made her a better offer. There was a Faith at Fandom too - you missed her by a semester - but this one's kind of...beeninprisonforthelastyearorso.
So um yeah. The part where she was in for Murder Two, twenty-five to life, and we're all felons now yay? That'd be the really-stupid-possibly-biggest-mistake-ever thing.
I'll let you know how that one works out for us, huh.
love,
Xander
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August 16, 2001
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net, m.parker@fandomhigh.net, isabel.evans@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Your semi-regular killination update
I remain unkilled*. See how I didn't say undead because I am smart and clarify things like that so if one of these makes it through or maybe all of them and you just can't answer, nobody has a heart attack and/or frowns sternly at me?
Also I am not e-mailing from prison, which I'm counting as a win.
Faith's... I mentioned the not killing part, which is good. Go not killing, it's your birthday. And for what it's worth, she's kicking plenty of vampire ass, and not bitching about how with everything else she did, what everybody hates her most for is not being Buffy. If I were the guy you guys think I am I'd probably say not counting me, but...yeah.
In non-death-and-prison news, I'm working full-time now, which'll be a stretch once classes start up again, but I wasn't about to turn it down, since it might mean moving up the apartment chain from matchbox to hovel pretty soon. This place still beats dorm life (UCSD dorm life, anyway - if you think *Fandom* dorms have thin walls? Gyah.) but it'd be nice for a change to *not* shave, shower, make eggs and bacon and watch tv without moving more than five steps in any direction. Also 3 people + 1 bathroom /= OT4.
Yes, my life *is* endlessly fascinating. Peter Jackson should be optioning the movie rights any year now.
love,
Xander
*Except at poker. So never playing with Faith when drunk. Or strip because thank you no, never ever ever ever ever ever ever x3000 going there again.**
**These are footnotes. I'm putting footnotes in an e-mail. Thank you college, for turning me into Willow v. 2.0, now with 100% less breasts.***
***...In case you needed an update on my boobie status for some reason, yes.
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September 20th, 2001
To: bridge.carson, m.parker, peter.parker, isabel.evans, willow.rosenberg, dawn.summers /// @fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Geek Love
There was a van outside the apartment complex this afternoon with a picture of the Killing Moon airbrushed on it. Win. That is all.
~Xander
P.S. ....yes, I tried to go fanboy at talk to the driver. Duh. But I was on my way to go help with laundry and by the time I got back upstairs it was gone. Woe.
P.P.S. By the way, Peter, sitting on spoilers for Vanessa Saturn for another *three years*? Bites. OTOH...Z Cases Season 9? *rubs hands together*
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September 20th, 2001
To: bridge.carson, m.parker, isabel.evans, callisto /// @fandomhigh.net
From: xharris#ucsd.edu
Subject: Also, non-killination update
Yeah, I realize the other e-mail sort of does that, but if I left it there then you wouldn't know there's apparently some kind of time-space anomaly in my laundry room. Ah, good times. Unlike Fandom, didn't make people randomly naked, but Faith did end up in just a pair of shorts and a... cuppy ...strapless... black thingy that was not technically an equilibrium because it wasn't leather and now you know why you're suddenly on this mailing-list, Cal. Thought you'd appreciate the image. Not that I was really *looking* at the image...exactly, but they were she was right. there. Kind of unavoidable.
Anyhow she went down to do laundry and every time she took the clothes out of the dryer, she ended up back at the top of the steps carrying the basket down. The trick seemed to be taking off most of what she was wearing and throwing *that* in the washer too. Except when she got down to the not-equilibrium, she kicked the crap out of it (which is why I ended up heading down to "help with laundry" aka actually get my maintenance deposit back someday) and it stopped starting time over. Who knew we had pervy laundry machines in Sunnydale too?
love still unkillinatedly,
Xander
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November 2nd, 2001
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Hey
So you know that place I said I was never ever ever ever ever ever ever going again ever?
Yeah. (I really really really really hope for the sake of your ears that Parker's not reading over your shoulder.)
Not that I think I need to tell you every time I'm with somebody - it's been more than a year, and I *know* you so it's not even like I think you'd want to know. Just this one seems like I should, because... I don't know. Because. You've got the right to call me an idiot and throw shoes at me for going there just as much as Parker does even though you wouldn't, plus this is the one there that I went before I went there with you, and...yeah.
And if it'd just been the once I probably wouldn't say because we could chalk it up to beer, congenital stupidity, accidentally introducing her (and you, FWIW) to the proof that it's congenital, and more beer, but once seems to have turned into not so once, and the beer seems to be optional. I know I said something like that before, but this is different, I think. Like that wasn't a Thing, just a thing, and this... isn't either but it might be a Something. Or something. *What* I have no idea, it's only been a week or so, but...erf.
And this is why I'm a Construction Management major. All I know is Larry never woke up in my bed, y'know? And Faith kind of...did. And then kind of did again. Think it surprised her more than me even, because let's just say she's not exactly into sleepovers.
Course I think the winner of the brand new deluxe refrigerator and matching dishwasher in the surprise game would be Willow, argh. I didn't exactly *forget* she has a key, but I wasn't expecting not to hear her come in, and then I mentioned argh, right? She is Not Happy. Like forgot whatever it was she came over to tell me, is totally pretending it never happened except for she won't actually *look* at me, and had some kind of argument with her girlfriend about it in the back of the shop that I only overheard half of but those two *never* fight so she had to be majorly thrown. Something about not being able to talk to me about It and you could hear the capital letter, and being on her own now which no but Willow's got her own special brand of paranoid.
And we're even because I don't really know what to say to her either - it's not her business but it is, kind of like with you, and I get why she'd be upset (at least she didn't tell Dawn - that'd have been a disaster and a half), but I repeat, argh. The weird thing is I think Buffy of all people would get it, though the weirdest thing is Spike does. Don't ask me how I ended up telling him - I just needed a break from not being looked at so I headed down to the Bronze to shoot some pool, and there was beer (no, not enough beer for *that* because there would NEVER be enough beer for that) and yeah.
I should get back to the magic shop - stopped at the Espresso Pump for coffee and free internets, but Faith'll be showing up there before patrol and I really don't want to picture her and Willow ending up alone in a room together right now.
Amazingly still unkillinated though I can't guarantee that'll last the night,
love,
Xander
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November 2nd, 2001
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net, dawn.summers@fandomhigh.net, m.parker@fandomhigh.net, isabel.evans@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: [blank]
You know that possible biggest mistake we ever made? Except you don't know, Dawn, because I was kind of not telling you we brought Faith back here even though I knew you had one making doughnut runs in your Sunnydale, because I didn't know if it was the same reason why, still don't since I'm guessing you didn't get the e-mail I sent earlier what with the no answer and I couldn't ever figure out how to tell you we saved your mom, but lost your sister. I'm sorry - I owed you that and I bailed, same way I bailed on telling Angel when I think I owed him too but I stayed in the car because I couldn't take seeing the look on his face when Willow let him know.
Sorry, not me so much with the sentences order in together putting English right now, 'cause we might have just zoomed past the breaking Faith out of prison scale without passing Go and I'm pretty sure none of us suddenly has an extra 200 bucks, but I do have dirt under my fingernails and a desire to never ever ever see anybody regurgitate live snakes ever again, and I think Willow doesn't have a girlfriend anymore. Again. Among other things that I totally missed were happening with her. And I don't know if Joyce and Giles and Spike are going to kiss or kill us, not sure if *they* know, not even sure if we're gonna end up in the utterly non-special hell if they do take the kill option for what we did tonight except I think no because it's the first time since May that anything in the world has felt *right*.
All I know for sure is it worked. She's upstairs right now in her own bed. Asleep. *Breathing*. We've got her back. Buffy's alive.
love,
Xander
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ooooo. [E-mail of a more coherent, less dramallamariffic, and decidedly handwavy nature.]
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December 6th, 2001
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Happy Birthday and continued non-killination
Hey, 18's a big deal - you could totally vote if the government didn't think you were... what, two? I guess you could go home and vote, if that's still the voting age in the future. Or you could just stay in Fandom and tell everybody you're two and demand a huge birthday party with toys and pony rides, and eat so much ice cream you make yourself sick. ...I want a birthday party like that. Can I be two too? Not that mine wasn't good in, um, its own way, but ice cream. Just sayin'.
On the not-deadness front... Actually that joke's getting kind of lame even to me, since the fact that Faith hasn't killed me yet kind of pales in comparison to Buffy Summers, Miss Not Dead 2001.
It's weird. Which duh, but you'd think with the number of not-dead people who show up in Fandom it wouldn't be *that* weird, but this isn't Fandom and none of them are Buffy. So...weird. She's still kind of quiet, and she's *here* but sometimes it feels like she doesn't know what she's supposed to be doing with that? And we're all *glad* she's here - I mean glad is a crazy word to use, even. She was *gone*, we thought forever, and now she's not. But maybe the rest of us don't know what to do with that either, a little. Aside from just try to do the stuff we usually do, you know?
Help her kill vampires, complain about homework, watch for Hellmouth wacktasticness. Somebody ripped off a huge diamond from the museum and freeze-rayed the guard, or maybe teleported him to Antarctica for an hour and then zapped him back, who knows around here. We're trying to track down who or what but not so much with the leads.
It's driving Willow nuts to do it the old-fashioned way instead of just sticking her hand into the internets and wiggling her fingers, I can tell, but she's trying to just use magic for stuff that can't be done any other way, now. She zoomed right past miserable-cause-my-girl-left-me to how-do-I-fix-this without stopping to breathe, so now she's checking with Giles or Tara before she *does* so much as breathe, when it comes to the magic stuff. I guess that's a good thing. At least it means she and Tara are talking to each other again; believe me when I say miserable Willow tends to mean miserable everybody.
And yeah, ok, lame or not, I'm still not dead. Obviously because hi. And still....whatever. Whatever whatever is. It's not dating because there'd have to be actual dates for that, and it's seriously seriously on pain of getting stuff thrown at you like, say, couches, not that a certain roommate learned that the hard way, not anything that starts with a g and ends in friend. Except we actually are kind of that f-word without anything tacked onto the front, which again with the weird. Not *bad* weird, just...weird in the same way that telling any of this to *you* is weird, but it's you or Spike, and you at least won't snicker at me for being girlier than my absolutely-not-g-word and then bogart the beernuts. Not that you're here to, but you get the point: if you're actually reading this, you're not rolling your eyes.
Possibly you're bogarting the beernuts, but it's your birthday; you're allowed.
love, Xander
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December 16th, 2001
To: m.parker@fandomhigh.net, bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Misty watercolor memories
Hey Parker, remember that guy we met on Spring Break? Well, I couldn't tell you where he is*, because he and his wanna-be supervillain friends skedaddled before we could catch them, but after yesterday afternoon I can state for a fact that he really did get better with age. Also, possibly at some point between me-now and you-then he's had actual sex, though I wouldn't bet my Tev'Meckian dictionary on it.
Which by the way did not burst into flame today, Bridge. Just thought you should know.
Also there's Hannukah which is so very not connected except for the flames, because there was menorah-lighting at the Rosenbergs' tonight, so happy that, Bridge, and Merry-In-Advance, Parker, and yeah.
love,
Xander
*Though I do have his e-mail address. Wonder if Willow could do some kind of tracey-tracky thing? Hmm. Also yes, my e-mails still have footnotes WTF.
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January 15th, 2002
To: m.parker@fandomhigh.net, bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Spring Break Guy
...is not so bad after all. I mean we're not talking give him the keys to Watchers' Council HQ (Hell, I'm still having trouble buying that *I* was supposed to be working for them - can you picture that, seriously? Alternate futures, man, WTF) but he did make the right call when things got hairy.
On the other hand the guy with the girlfriendbot - think I told Bridge about that last year but can't remember if I ever mentioned it to Parker - is way, way bad news. Something happened with his real girlfriend, or ex, I guess, and he ended up killing her. Accidentally, Andrew and Jonathan said, but it happened when he was pulling some mind-control schtick on her, and ...ecch.
And then he tried to pin it on *Buffy*, called up demons that mess around with time and really had her believing she did it. She'd have turned herself in to the cops if his buddies hadn't finally decided that was one step too far and met up with her on the way to the police station. Andrew still wasn't too keen on turning him *in*, I guess, but at least they didn't let Buffy get herself arrested.
I'd say all's well that ends well, except it didn't exactly end well for the girl, and the guy who killed her's still out there somewhere. Just in case you thought Sunnydale didn't have its share of totally human evil, too.
love,
Xander
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May 3rd, 2002
To: bridge.carson, willow.rosenberg, dawn.summers, peter.pevensie, peter.parker, isabel.evans, elizabeth.delgado, veruca.cally, samuel.anders // @fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Graduation
For the record, I do know I'm in your past and if my e-mails ever get through at all, it might not be for another 20-some years and you're all 40+ and balding (...except maybe not the girls because that's really hard to picture). But it's been two years for *me*, so for the sake of not making my head hurt from the math (and me not having to picture *any* of you balding), I'm gonna play like it's been that long for you guys, m'kay? And I don't even know exactly when you'd be graduating because the dates are different, so I'm going for early instead of late.
Wow, that was a lot of leadup for "Hey, I miss you guys and I hope you're all ok, and I'm damn proud of you even if I'm not there to see what I'm being proud of."
Hey, I miss you guys and I hope you're all ok, and I'm damn proud of you even if I'm not there to see what I'm being proud of.
Wish I could - if I could pick a time and be there for just one thing, it'd be to see your class graduate. Since I can't, though, here's hoping you get this someday. Take care of yourselves and each other, and keep in touch if you can. I know you're all going off to other places and different dimensions even, but from somebody who's been there, knowing you've got friends makes all the difference.
~Xander
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May 3rd, 2002
To: bridge.carson, dawn.summers, m.parker, isabel.evans, callisto /// @fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Graduation II, See Me Not Making The Boogaloo Joke? Cookies plz.
Been a while, yeah, sorry. I know I don't write as much as I did at first, 'cause at some point it got to be more about me having somebody to talk at than really believing you'd ever get them, and things are better here now - I don't need that quite as much. But I do still think about you, and sometimes there's just stuff that I couldn't say to anybody else, or I couldn't go *without* saying to you, even if you never hear it. And I'm kind of going on faith not dirty that your connection to FH is better than mine after you leave, and they'll forward this stuff on if it shows up.
So anyway yeah. In case you wondered how things are in Xander-land, it really is better. I kind of graduated too, except for the part where I'm still taking classes. The construction management thing has an associate's degree after two years, though, so I've got a piece of paper that... mostly lets me do the stuff at work that I've already been doing, and makes the boss point to me when they need a monkey in a suit to go talk to the client.
Means I get a bit more money, too, enough for a better apartment. Just the one roomie shut up, I'm so not getting into the Faith thing that is not a Thing except it kind of is with anybody but Bridge OMG now, 'cause Larry found a place of his own. Actually taking a break from unpacking, since I'm all alone and kind of bored. Buffy and Giles and said roomie took a flight to London yesterday to go talk to the Watcher's Council about ... not sending said roomie back to her previous apartment. You know, the one with the bars on the windows. Which yay, go keeping Faith out of prison and *boy* would I be staring at me like I was crazy if I saw me typing that three years ago, but it'd be awful quiet around here with her gone. Much like now.
Ought to head out to help patrol, though, since you know both Slayers out of town in May means the Hellmouth is gonna choose today to start spewing purple demonic lava or something.
love,
Xander
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May 9th, 2002
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net, dawn.summers@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Something I need to tell you two
A couple days ago, things got bad. Really bad. Even though we tried as hard as we could, and she did get better, she got to spend another year with Buffy and Dawn, we ended up losing Joyce.
We lost Tara, too. I don't know if you even knew her in your dimension, Dawn, but Willow, my Willow, loved her, and she was a good friend. Willow kind of... went over the edge with magic. We got her back, but she's not the same. None of us are; how could we be?
I'm sorry. It's not like with Buffy. I'm not afraid we screwed something up. There was no way any of us could've known this would happen. I'm just sorry because I know Dawn misses her, and now we do too, and I wish I could've made it so somebody didn't have to.
love,
Xander
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December 6th, 2002
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Subject: Happy Birthday
Want some teenage girls for your birthday? Buffy's got a house-ful of possible future Slayers, and they're talking about sending the next batch to my place.
Which sounds like the opening to that movie with the all-redhead cheerleading squad that we totally didn't download which totally isn't still on my computer, but really not so much. First, they're all way too young except for the one random nineteen year old and she's a little busy coming on to Willow, and second, the porn soundtrack is in Buffy's voice and goes "Hi, Xander, please build a second bathroom in my basement, sorry somebody ate all the Alpha-Bits yes I know they were yours and hey could you make waffles and fix the sink while you're in the kitchen and oh by the way we're sending the new ones to you so if you ever want to have sex again you should probably have Faith check out that motel where she used to live and see if the room rate's gone up."
I paraphrase. And overshare. I do this because something's *after* all these girls, and if I can focus on bitching about the living conditions, I don't have to think too hard about how good it's been at getting to them. That thing that we thought it might be, but it wasn't, back when people were seeing ghosts and it turned out to be squishy-tentacle dude? It's that. The First Evil. It's killing all the girls who *could* be Slayers. Blew up the London HQ for the Watchers' Council, too.
Giles thinks it's so there won't be anybody left when it tries to take out Buffy and Faith. No replacement Slayers, nothing to stop it from...doing whatever the hell evil things actually want to do when they win. (Has anybody ever figured that out? Like la la la demons rule the earth, okay, and *then* what? It's not like most of them *do* anything except be evil. So they win and what, they get to be evil-ER?)
Okay, so I'm not really sending you girls for your birthday, though if I could, I would, because you're up there in the future where it's probably a hell of a lot safer for them even if you do have to fight off alien invasions. They're a little hard to take in packs sometimes, but they're good kids, and they're scared, and they've got reason to be. If all I can do to help right now is build Buffy a new shower, then I'll build a new shower, but it's frustrating and so I bitch to you because you're the best damn listener I know, though granted it's pretty easy to listen when you can't say anything back.
*Rereads* Wow, what an awesome birthday present. Except not. I could build *you* a new bathroom, but you wouldn't get a lot of use out of it from umptyteen years and a dimension away. Guess we could always hold it as a raincheck for if we ever meet up again, though? Coupon for one free shower, payable on demand!
love
Xander
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March 18th, 2003
To: aeryn.sun, alanna.trebond, alex.krycek, angela.chase, belthazor, bridge.carson, callisto, cameron.mitchell, charlie.kawalsky, conner.mcknight, d'anna.biers, dawn.summers, elizabeth.delgado, hamlet.dane, isabel.evans, jake.gavin, jaye.tyler, jenny.calendar, john.crichton, m.parker, marty.blank, nadia.santos, peter.parker, peter.pevensie, phoebe.halliwell, rory.gilmore, samantha.carter, samuel.anders, veruca.cally, willow.rosenberg, zero.hopelesssavage, zoe.washburn ///@fandomhigh.net, veronica.mars@hearst.edu, cchase@nyu.edu, hotsauce@yahoo.com
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
In case you guys heard about Sunnydale going under (or hell, maybe it happened years ago for some of you), just wanted to let you know we came through. Most of us, anyway. The world's not getting taken over by vampires, at least not this week. Faith saved us.
(That's a name; I didn't like, join a cult or something. Like Faith who used to be in Fandom, just this one was ours.)
Got to go. We're on our way to LA, just stopped for gas and the truckstop has wifi so I dragged out the keyboard since it's easier than typing on the phone. So anyway. I'm still here. Hope you're still there, wherever there might be these days.
~Xander
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December 6th, 2003
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
Subject: Happy Birthday
...from Italy. I'm visiting Buffy and Dawn and Spike. They're both in school; Buffy's at university. I'm glad; she deserves to take some time off from slaying. Guess I should stop and pick up my last year sometime too, but not now. Too much to do, and anyway only been here a week and I'm already itchy to head back out. Don't know why; people are nice, there's a couple new Slayers around too. Could get to like it here -- just... not sure I *want* to.
love,
Xander
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December 6th, 2004
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
Subject: Happy Birthday. Really.
Haven't checked birth announcements yet; figure it wouldn't show up til tomorrow anyway, if it's even there. Wonder if you'd have powers in this dimension, if there turns out to be a you? No SPD, right, so maybe no wee baby Bridge with weetiny gloveses. Or did you have gloveses when you were that weetiny? Also I'm 24 and should probably stop saying gloveses now. Then again you're less than one day old, so if I'm allowed to say it to anybody, guess it'd be you.
love,
Xander
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December 6th, 2005
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
Subject: Happy Birthday.
Hey, been a while. It's not that stuff stopped happening to me, just these days I forget to tell people about it who aren't asking for a written report and credit card receipts.
Did check the birth announcements again (even the ones this year just in case my math was off) but haven't seen your name. Then again didn't you say something about your mom going into labor on an international flight? So maybe wee little baby you is just technically a citizen of Lichtenstein or something.
love,
Xander
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December 6th, 2006
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
Subject: Happy Birthday.
Nothing much to report from this side of the multiverse. Buffy still kicks ass, Dawn still grows an inch taller a month, I think. Angel still uses too much product, world still turns, I still see a lot of it.
I'm fine. You be that way too.
love,
Xander