Dark are the Shadows
02/23/2019
Ms. Hunter Ash
rating: PG13
pairings: Willow/Tara, Buffy/Quentin, Xander/Anya, Giles/Angelique, Barnabas/Roxanne; Julia/Thomas
# # #
“All right! Quiet!” Buffy
yelled as everyone talked and debated after Giles told of his encounter
with Blair once they returned to the manor. “We already know that we
aren't turning Dawn over to any of them. That interchange with Blair may
have told us something.”
“What?” Xander asked.
“Glory's time might be getting
short,” Buffy said. “You think Blair would approach us if he was sure
he had time to grab Dawn and keep her from the knights or Glory?”
“If so, that means we do
whatever we need to do to keep her out of their hands,” Giles said
firmly. “We also learned another thing, whatever Glory has planned will
destroy the universe and kill Dawn.”
Joyce reached over and squeezed Dawn's hand.
“Which is NOT going to happen,” Buffy said firmly.
“So lets get Barnabas and Dawn on the road,” Quentin suggested.
“I'll put their luggage in the car,” Xander offered.
“I've a small ice chest with sodas and sandwiches for the ride there,” Joyce added.
“You're the best, Mom,” Dawn said. “I.... I'm scared.”
“I'm hoping that you and Barnabas being gone will throw Blair off balance,” Giles suggested.
“Quentin and I will bring Barnabas down,” Buffy suggested.
“Xander and I will carry Roxanne out,” Giles added.
“And hope for an uneventful trip,” Buffy said softly.
# # #
Dawn glanced over at Quentin as they headed for Los Angeles.
“So you like my sister, huh?” she asked.
“Yes, very much,” Quentin
responded. “She's amazing. It seems to run in the family. You know a lot
of people would be having multiple meltdowns in your place, especially
at your age.”
“Thanks,” Dawn said softly. “I think I am inside. I... I can't wrap my head around it.”
“I can understand that,”
Quentin said. “To discover you're something that you never dreamed of
and that there's nothing you can do about it can shake someone.”
“Really?”
“I am a werewolf,” Quentin
said. “I was told I was now cursed and that it would happen that night
and then the pain began. I woke up the next day with my clothes
destroyed and bloody.... and a victim in town. I almost killed the woman
I loved another night.”
“Wow,” Dawn said softly.
“Barnabas didn't want to be a
vampire and couldn't control the blood hunger and killed, especially at
first,” Quentin said. “He woke up in his coffin with Angelique about to
stake him. He didn't even realize he had died right away or why he was
in a tomb. Then he discovered he was a monster and that had a price tag.
You can somehow be used to open gates that could destroy the world but
you're also a human, teenage girl. A normal kid.”
“Maybe.”
“And the sun is down,” Quentin
said. “I'll pull off and park behind a business of some kind and let
Barnabas and Roxanne out of the trunk and move the luggage around.”
“You don't think he'll go back to Julia, do you?”
“Not at this point,” Quentin
said. “Roxanne is someone he fell hard for and didn't have a chance to
even spend time with her and he's been with Julia for a long time.”
“Roxanne is kinda new and exciting?”
“Pretty much,” Quentin agreed
as he pulled onto an off ramp. “And Julia made mistakes in how she
handled it and he got stubborn. Let's see... how about that furniture
store, not like many people will break in there so there shouldn't be
cameras in the back.”
“Cool.”
Quentin pulled behind the business and turned out the lights and the overhead light. “Let's get them out.”
Barnabas sighed when the trunk
opened. “I was hoping you wouldn't have to wait long after sunset. A
car trunk is much like a coffin but...”
“Not your favorite seat in a
car?” Quentin ventured as he lifted Roxanne out of the car and held her
until she was steady on her feet and then helped Barnabas out.
Dawn carried two rolling suitcases to the back.
“Hi, guys,” she said.
“When we get to the airport
I'll drop the three of you at the terminal and circle around while
Roxanne gets you two checked in,” Quentin suggested. “Dawn can help you
get through security.”
“And we've plenty of time before the flight,” Barnabas noted. He leaned over and kissed Roxanne gently.
“Let's go before someone notices us back here,” Quentin urged as he shut the trunk.
It wasn't long before Roxanne,
Dawn and Barnabas had gotten an aide for their luggage due to Barnabas’
obvious injuries and the vampires hesitated.
“I’m coming back,” Barnabas said as they ignored everyone around them.
“You’d better, I love you,” Roxanne said softly and hugged him tightly. “Never say no.”
“I remember,” Barnabas
whispered. “I won’t. I couldn’t believe you accepted me as I am and that
you don’t despise what you are because of me.”
“I’m able to have a future with you, I accepted this life fully, my love. You’d better go.”
“I love you,” Barnabas said and kissed her gently and then she was heading for the door.
Barnabas sighed and then looked at Dawn with a smile. “Shall we? Let’s not keep this young lady waiting with our luggage.”
Dawn nodded. “Can you get stuff out of your pockets for the scanner?”
“Slowly, yes,” Barnabas said. “I love how rapidly one can travel but I’m not fond of airplanes.”
“Me either,” Dawn agreed. “We can be slightly scared together.”
“We shall.”
# # # #
“Tell me why we’re at the
hospital again when none of us are injured for once?” Xander asked as
the small group entered said hospital.
“One of the nutcases listed in the police reports has a mark or tattoo like Buffy described,” Willow said.
“Among his insane ranting
there might be a hint of what Glory wants, how the key would work,”
Giles added. “They obviously know more than the Council. That’s almost
refreshing.”
Buffy rolled her eyes at her Watcher.
The Slayer froze when she opened the swinging doors to the mental ward part of the hospital and saw Glory waiting.
“Damn.”
“I thought you might show up here,” Glory said. “I figured we could have another discussion.”
Willow and Tara pulled back slightly as Giles moved forward, pulling a crossbow out from under his coat.
Spike smirked and shook his head.
“Conversation’s over, hell bitch,” Buffy said softly.
The Slayer hit Glory with a
right cross and then a left. She managed to duck a swing by Glory and
kicked the hell-god across the hall and into a room. Buffy followed
quickly and discovered it was some sort of x-ray or cat-scans or
something.
Buffy grabbed Glory, spun her
around and threw the hell-god into an X-ray display box only to be
kicked away when she attempted to follow through.
Glory turned and hit Buffy across the jaw.
Before she could swing again Spike jumped up on a desk and over it to land behind Glory and grab her arms.
Glory struggled in his grasp as Buffy hit her.
“I thought you said this skank was tough!” Spike exclaimed.
The hell-god broke free and
grabbed the vampire’s arm and sent him flying into a wall. Glory
followed him and dragged the vampire to his feet and head-butted Spike
as Xander moved behind her. Glory sent Spike across an exam table and
into some equipment that he dented and smashed and slid to the floor
unconscious.
“When he wakes up, tell your boyfriend to watch his mouth!”
“He is NOT my boyfriend,” Buffy snapped.
The two began exchanging blows
again as Giles tried to aim without hitting Buffy but was frustrated by
their constant movement. He absently glanced over at Willow and Tara,
wondering what was in the small leather pouches they had in their hands.
Buffy attempted to kick Glory only to have her foot grabbed and held by the hell-god.
“Oh, hey, nice shoes,” Glory said. “You do have good taste… most of the time, I’ll give you that.”
She shoved Buffy’s foot away
and the Slayer took advantage of the move to flip over backwards,
bringing her shoes under Glory’s chin. “Giles!”
The Watcher stepped forward as
Buffy hit the floor and fired the crossbow. His eyes widened when the
bolt bounced off Glory’s stomach.
“Oh, please!” Glory exclaimed. “That’s like….”
Xander hit Glory over the head with the tire iron.
Glory spun and grabbed the metal bar. “Hey! Watch the hair!”
She grabbed Xander and threw him into a bank of equipment and spun to look at Giles and Buffy.
“Okay, enough playing around,” she declared. “Dying time. Starting with the half-breed here!”
The hell-god threw the tire iron like a javelin.
“Giles!”
Buffy dived in front of her step-father, the sharp end of the tire iron piercing her upper chest.
“Buffy!”
“Is that the best you little
gnats can do? Nice catch! Let’s see how you handle flying through that
window 3 stories up,” Glory said and started towards Buffy.
Willow and Tara rushed past Buffy and Giles, putting Glory between them and sprinkled her with glittery powder.
“Hey! Look what that did to my dress!” she yelled.
“Discede!” Willow said firmly and Glory broke into glittery powder and disappeared.
“Wow,” Willow whispered and collapsed on the floor.
“Willow!” Tara exclaimed.
Buffy and Giles looked at the
witches as Tara held Willow, helping her sit up. The red-haired witch
wiped at her nose as blood began escaping down to her lips.
“What did you do to her?” Buffy asked.
“Teleportation spell,” Willow said. “I’m still working out the kinks.”
“Where did you send her?” Buffy asked.
“I don’t know,” Willow admitted. “That’s one of the kinks.”
Buffy saw Xander and Spike sitting up and looking around.
“That was an incredibly dangerous spell for an adept at your level,” Giles commented.
“Yep, won’t be trying that one again any time soon,” Willow declared.
“Ow,” Xander muttered.
“Are you all right, Buffy?” Giles asked as she held a hand over the puncture wound.
“Yeah, it’ didn’t break any bones,” Buffy said. “We’ve got to come up with some way to fight her.”
# # # #
SOMEWHERE IN THE AIR OVER THE UNITED STATES
Dawn glanced over at the vampire next to her. “Are you worried about seeing Julia and Tom?”
“Yes,” Barnabas replied. “I
care very much for her. She's been part of my life since 1967, when your
mother was very young even.”
“I don't get why you two broke up,” Dawn admitted.
Barnabas sighed. “Probably has
much to do with my history. I realized that Julia had fallen in love
with me but she wasn't saying anything and I didn't feel the same at the
time. She watched me fall in love with other women and still stayed in
my life. She saved me many times both as I am now and when I was
enjoying the sun more. Aside from Josette, Roxanne was the real threat. I
realized after the fire, I not only did I need Julia in my life but
that I wanted her there.”
“But you never stopped loving Roxanne,” Dawn commented.
“I still love all of them,”
Barnabas said. “You know Josette told me to move on and Vicki loved me
but she wasn't in love with me. Roxanne... she accepted what I was
without hesitation, like Julia.”
“Buffy and Angel can't be
together. I know she really liked Riley and was falling for him and
maybe now with Quentin but she's said she'll always love Angel,” Dawn
commented. “Kinda that she loves him but maybe isn't in love with him.
Are you in love with, Roxanne?”
“Yes,” Barnabas said with a small smile.
“So you're not going to try and get back with Julia?” Dawn asked. “Sorry if this is too personal.”
“It's fine,” Barnabas said.
“No, I'm not. I turned Roxanne away and it wasn't good enough for Julia.
I'm not sure I can do anything at this point whereas she'll trust me
even though I did nothing wrong.”
“I hope it works out for everyone,” Dawn commented. “Tell me about Collinsport.”
“It was founded in....”
# # ##
SUNNYDALE, CALIFORNIA
Quentin walked up behind Buffy and gently touched her shoulders. She leaned forward and closed the door to Joyce's bedroom.
“The treatments are pretty
hard on her,” Buffy whispered as he wrapped his arms around her. “I
think she agreed for Dawn to leave for a few days to keep Dawnie from
seeing how hard all this is.”
“Come downstairs,” Quentin suggested. “Everyone else is asleep or... occupied.”
“You mean Giles and Angelique and Willow with Tara?”
“Exactly,” Quentin said. “We can sit in front of the fire.”
“Sounds good,” Buffy said and
reluctantly moved out of his arms. “I can't believe Giles being this
attached to a vampire. To a vampire witch of all things.”
“Shhh, wait until we're downstairs,” Quentin whispered.
Slayer and werewolf settled in front of the fire on a comfortable sofa.
“You were saying about Giles?” Quentin asked.
“Nothing important,” Buffy said softly and kissed him.
Quentin moaned softly when the kissing became passionate and he felt Buffy unbuttoning his shirt.
# # # #
MAINE
Dawn smiled when Barnabas grabbed the keys to the rental car and folded the agreement and place it in his coat.
“Shall we? It's an automatic
so I should be fine with driving,” he said. “Hopefully Carolyn can show
you some sites tomorrow during the day. New England is beautiful and our
coastline is... wild and dangerous most times.”
“That would be cool,” Dawn said. “Click the lock thing on the key fob, the lights will flash and we'll know which car is ours.”
“Good idea,” Barnabas said and pointed to an economy class car.
Within minutes they were leaving the airport and heading for the small fishing village of Collinsport.
“Does Carolyn have kids?” Dawn asked. “Who's in the family?”
“Carolyn has a son and
daughter from her second marriage,” Barnabas said. “She lost her husband
two years ago. Her son is in Boston, he's a teacher and comes home at
least once a month. Rachel is her daughter, she's down in Atlanta
researching viruses. David is her cousin and a bit younger. He lives in
Brazil and handles the South American branch of the family business and
he seems to love the heat and the sun. He has three kids, two boys and a
girl. Amy Jennings is Thomas' mother. It was her brothers that fell to
curses, one to vampirism and the other to lycanthropy. They are Thomas'
uncles and Thomas' daughter, Elizabeth. That's it. I wasn't with anyone
when I was human and had no children.”
“It'll be nice to see
Carolyn,” Dawn commented. “She made sure me and Mom were hiding when
those demons attacked. Then she disappeared.”
“She hid in a tool cabinet in
the garage, I'm told,” Barnabas said. “She is a remarkable woman. I wish
she had said something years back, we've missed a lot of time with
her.”
“Time is kinda an enemy, huh?”
“Yes, it always has been,”
Barnabas agreed. “It either flies too quickly or it drags. When I was
locked in a coffin it felt like forever before I drifted off into a
vampire sleep. Watching my cousins Elizabeth and Roger grow older and
die was difficult. I hadn't experienced that before. My mother killed
herself and I was imprisoned before my father died.”
“My grandparents and dad are still alive but I don't see them often... especially my dad,” Dawn commented.
“I'm sorry, it's his loss, you know,” Barnabas said.
“Even if none of it really happened to me? I'm not real, remember?”
“And I'm a monster,” Barnabas said. “The memories are there for all who love you, that makes it real.”
“Okay,” Dawn said. “You should have been a dad. Like Giles should have been a dad.”
“I believe he already is,” Barnabas said. “He obviously loves you and Buffy very much.”
“He's the best.”
# # #
SUNNYDALE, CALIFORNIA
Buffy snuggled closer to Quentin as they laid on a thick rug in front of the fireplace.
“We should probably move before Mom comes downstairs,” she said softly.
“Hmmm, your place or mine?” he asked.
“Yours, she won't just barge into your room,” Buffy said as she sat up and grabbed her blouse.
“Good point,” Quentin said. “You're so... so beautiful.”
Buffy kissed him again. “You're pretty damn impressive, yourself. Come on.”
Quentin retrieved his pants and pulled them on and grabbed the rest of his clothes.
Buffy breathed a sigh of relief when they didn't run into anyone before reaching Quentin's room.
Quentin laughed when Buffy shoved him against the door he had just closed and kissed him again.
# # # # #
COLLINSPORT, MAINE
“Wow, everything is so much
older here,” Dawn commented as she and Barnabas got out of the car at
cemetery where many of the Collins family were buried.
“Collinsport and the Old House predate the Revolutionary War,” he said. “I'll be just over that slight rise.”
“Okay, I'll hang out here.”
# # # #
SUNNYDALE, CALIFORNIA
Giles hesitated outside Quentin's room as he and Angelique started towards the stairs.
“Rupert?” she asked softly.
Giles shook his head and didn't answer until they were downstairs. “I believe Quentin has company tonight.”
“You heard them?”
Giles blinked. “Yeah, why?”
“Rupert, the doors are solid
and they weren't being loud,” Angelique said and then glanced up towards
the rooms upstairs. “Come, let's get some coffee and get out of here
for a bit.”
“All right,” Giles agreed.
Within minutes they sat down in the Espresso Pump with cups of tea.
“What's on your mind, my love?” Giles asked.
“Do you realize that we are still very connected?” Angelique asked.
“I figured we were, what makes you think so?” Giles asked.
“Several things, darling,”
Angelique said and reached across the table to hold his hand. “I've
heard the others talking about you wearing sunglasses even inside if its
a bright, sunny day.”
“They've noticed, yes,” Giles agreed. “What else?”
“You're not eating enough but
are still strong,” Angelique continued. “And your heightened senses. You
shouldn't have been able to hear Buffy and Quentin.”
“And?” Giles asked.
“You don't like having your cross next to your skin,” Angelique added. “I've watched you pull it off just after sunset.”
“I know that isn't conducive
to interaction between us,” Giles said and sighed. “You're right, we are
still connected. I'm not a ghoul, I know that. I'm not craving...aged
meat.”
“No, I fed from you too often to turn you into a ghoul,” Angelique agreed.
“So it's still the spell or
that my DNA changed because of drinking your blood,” Giles said. “We
know I'll rise as a vampire when I die.”
“Are you all right with all of this? Have the...symptoms gotten worse?” Angelique asked.
“Since I can't change becoming
a vampire, I'll be all right with it, especially if we're still
together... frequently. As for the symptoms, I don't think so,” Giles
said and then frowned.
“What is it?”
“A small group of college
students just entered,” Giles said. “One of them was in the caves that
night, one of Riley's team-mates, a soldier.”
“And the others?”
“They look military as well,” Giles said. “There's no mirrors here except near the bathrooms. We should be fine.”
“Let's hope so.”
# # # #
COLLINSPORT, MAINE
Barnabas squatted and dug at
the newly dug grave for a moment and placed a man’s ring in the dirt and
covered it. He looked at the temporary marker and sighed. He knew Julia
and Carolyn would arrange for the tombstone.
How many times had he been in
this same position at a grave? Leaning heavily on his cane and mourning,
how many times? From Jeremiah and Josette to his mother and sister.
That had been the beginning, hadn’t it?
He glanced over at other newer graves. “Daphne, Sabrina and Chris, Elliot, and Mrs. Johnson… I miss all of you.”
His attention turned back to the newest grave.
“Willie… you were with me for
so long,” Barnabas said softly. “From terrified slave to a good friend
to a family member. How many times did you protect and save me? Even
when I was human you saved me. I was human and Vicki heard my desperate
plea to her and you heard a heartbeat at my portrait. It was you that
Josette appeared to when I was trapped in a coffin. I am going to miss
you, my friend.”
The vampire wiped away tears as he remembered Willie Loomis, one-time thief and best friend for a long number of years.
“Barnabas?!”
The vampire jumped to his feet and spun towards the voice and froze.
There was no mistaking who the older woman was. She was still beautiful. Maggie Evans, no, Maggie Haskell.
“It can’t be,” she said softly.
Barnabas absently noted the bouquet of flowers in her hand.
Several options flashed
through the vampire’s mind, he could disappear and she’d think him a
ghost. He could attempt mind control to make her forget she had seen
him, or…
No! his mind screamed. He was
barely aware of Dawn running towards him from the other direction.
Maggie had come through the graveyard from the main gate, not the side
gate he had used...
And what was she doing there so late at night, damnit?
# # # #
Sunday, February 23, 2020
Monday, February 10, 2020
Dark are the Shadows 02/10/2020
Dark are the Shadows
Ms. Hunter Ash
rating: PG13
pairings: Buffy/Quentin, Giles/Angelique, Willow/Tara, Barnabas/Roxanne, Xander/Anya, Julia/Thomas, Maggie/Joe
# ## #
Buffy smiled as Quentin opened the door for her at the Magic Box.
“Hey, An, how goes?” she asked as they entered.
“It is a little slow,” Anya said. “Are you two taking a break from research and going for lunch?”
“Yeah,” Buffy answered. “We thought we'd pick up something for you since Giles is a little erratic with his schedule right now and Xander is doing repairs around the mansion.”
“I would like that, thank you,” Anya said with a smile. “Where are you going?”
“We thought Italian sounded good today,” Quentin said.
“I would like chicken parm, then,” Anya said.
“Consider it done,” Buffy said and then froze when Glory walked in the door with a wide smile.
“Hi! I thought I'd drop around and let you know I haven't forgotten you,” Glory said cheerfully.
“Quentin, get Anya out of here, out the back,” Buffy said softly.
“They really should stick around, I haven't decided which one of them I'm going to kill,” Glory said, her voice still as equally cheerful as when she walked in. “Tell you what, I'm feeling generous, you decide.”
“What?” Buffy asked.
She could sense Quentin moving behind her to the end of the counter, pulling Anya out from the register.
'You choose which one I'm going to kill and I'll make it fairly quick and clean,” Glory said. “Otherwise, I'll choose and I'll make it very bloody and painful.”
Glory pretended to ponder. “Or you can just give me my key.”
“Quentin, go!” Buffy yelled and spun and kicked Glory back towards the door.
Buffy grabbed a sword from the wall and swung at Glory only to have her grab the blade and ram the pommel back into Buffy's face and then the hell-god yanked the sword out of Buffy's hand and reversed it in her hand.
“Whoa!” Buffy exclaimed as she turned, letting the blade slide across her ribs instead of through them. She backhanded Glory away and dived over the counter. She grabbed the first thing she could, a large troll hammer which she swung and hit the hell-god.
Buffy panted as Glory shook her head and looked confused.
Then Glory frowned. “Well, that was annoying, I almost forgot that I need to leave you alive for awhile. Don't wait too long to call for help, you're bleeding badly. Bye for now.”
Buffy looked at her shirt turning red and sighed and reached for the phone. “Damnit.”
# # # #
“Xander, keep Joyce and Dawn here out of sight,” Giles said urgently as he closed his cell phone. “I'm going to the hospital. Buffy has been slightly injured by Glory. Do not tell Joyce or Dawn.”
“You sure you're up for driving?” Xander asked.
“It's not far,” Giles said. “I'll be all right.”
“Okay, just... call when you can.”
# # # #
Buffy winced as the intern on duty carefully stitched her wound closed.
“It's almost a good thing that blade was sharp,” he commented.
“Why?”
“A dull or serrated blade tears the skin up very badly,” he said. “You'll barely have a scar if you take care of this. Now, the nurse will give you a prescription for pain pills and bandages so you can change this out. Don't get it wet for a few days.”
“Thanks, Doc,” Buffy said with a sigh.
“Buffy?”
“Oh hey, Giles,” Buffy said as her Watcher stood in the doorway of the trauma unit. “The doctor just finished up.”
“What happened?” Giles asked.
“Well, whoever tried to rob your store hit her with something and then tried to convince her to open the till with a knife across the ribs,” the doctor said. “She was lucky.”
“Knife? Good lord,” Giles said softly. He waited until the doctor left her bedside. “What happened?”
“Glory tried to convince me to give her the key,” Buffy said softly. “She threatened to kill Quentin or Anya. They got out the backdoor. They're in the waiting room.”
“How did you fend her off?” Giles asked.
“I grabbed that big hammer after she took my sword from me,” Buffy said. “She remembered that she had to keep me alive and Quentin and Anya were gone.”
“We've got to find answers soon,” Giles commented. “Xander is at the mansion with your mother and Dawn. Willow should be awake soon as well.”
“How do we find answers, Giles?”
“I don't know.”
# # # #
“Hand me the hammer,” Xander instructed Dawn and reached for the tool as she leaned up as he stood on a ladder. “I'm going to work on making metal frames for the doors that the doors will hang on. That should stop some of the crashing going on around here. For now, I'll repair the frames already there.”
“Okay,” Dawn said. “You want the nails for that?”
“No, wood screws,” Xander said. “Nails can give way easier than wood screws.”
“There's specific screws for stuff?”
“Oh yeah, for wood, metal, flat headed, round, some meant to be driven even with the wood or slightly lower so you can cover them with wood putty,” Xander explained.
“Do you think Buffy and Quentin will be here for dinner? Mom is making pot roast.”
“Oh, that sounds good,” Xander said. “I'm sure they will. Giles and Anya too.”
“Good, you guys don't get to rest enough,” Dawn commented.
“You're right about that.”
# # #
Buffy smiled as she and Giles stepped from the trauma area and walked into the waiting room. “Hey, guys, ready to get out of here?”
Quentin smiled widely and stood up along with Anya. “What did they say?”
“That I should barely have a scar,” Buffy said. “The black eye will be annoying.”
“What do we tell your mother about that?” Giles asked.
“That Quentin and I were sparring and I sidestepped into his fist?” Buffy suggested. “No, I'll tell them the truth. Right now I just want to go home and put on a shirt that doesn't have a slash in it along with my blood.”
“As long as Glory doesn’t realize that the Key is now human, we might be able to outlast her,” Giles suggested. “If we can keep her from killing everyone around you, that is. There’s some indication that she might be on a time line.”
“As long as we can keep Dawn from her and those crazy knights we might save Dawnie?” Buffy asked.
“Yes.”
# # # #
Barnabas opened his eyes slowly. Everything hurt but… there was light and he wasn’t hanging in a wall in darkness.
“Barnabas?”
The vampire turned his head and then leaned up on a forearm as he touched Roxanne’s face.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. “I fell for you the moment I saw you. All three times.”
“We never had a chance,” Roxanne said softly. “Give us a chance now, please. Don’t say no, please.”
“I won’t,” Barnabas said and laid back down and Roxanne leaned up. “My hands still hurt.”
“What about you and Julia?” Roxanne asked.
“She’s with someone and needs to be free,” Barnabas said. “I think she believes we’ll come together again in the future.”
“Will you?”
“I don’t intend on losing you, Roxanne,” Barnabas said firmly. “I love you and want a chance with you.”
Roxanne leaned down to kiss Barnabas and both deepened the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her. He moaned as her body melded next to him and encouraged him to rise up enough for her to pull his t-shirt off.
Both of them growled when his cellphone began playing a Wagner piece.
“I have to get that,” he said softly.
“Damnit,” Roxanne muttered and grabbed the phone and opened it for him.
“I’m here,” he said.
“Barnabas....”
“Julia, what is it?” he asked, her voice...
“It's Willie, he was killed.”
“No,” Barnabas said softly and sat up. “What happened?”
“He hit his head. He's gone, Barnabas.”
“What happened?” the vampire demanded.
“Nothing we can do anything about,” Julia responded. “I knew you'd want to know.”
“I'll be there either before sunrise or tomorrow night,” Barnabas said.
“There's nothing you can do, just.... take care and recover,” Julia said. “I have to go, Carolyn is arranging things. He loved us, you know.”
“Yes, he was a good man,” Barnabas commented. “I'm sorry, Julia. He saved my life several times and... he was my friend.”
“I'll call in a couple of nights when I know more.”
“Goodbye, Julia,” Barnabas said and nodded to Roxanne and she closed his phone.
“Barnabas, you can't even button a shirt,” Roxanne protested. “You can't travel alone.”
He started to protest and then nodded. “You're right. I have to wait a couple of nights at least. Damn, he... He was my friend.”
“You haven't had many of those, have you?”
“No, especially after being cursed,” Barnabas said. “Most of those I'd call a friend didn't know me very well. Willie and Quentin are two who actually know what I am and what I was like at times. It was Willie that freed me and I treated him horribly. I was half mad and desperate to never be locked away or killed. I was also a selfish bastard.”
Barnabas leaned over and kissed Roxanne gently. “I'm sorry that interrupted us. Where were we?”
“Do you need to make calls or anything?” Roxanne asked as he laid back down.
“No, I'll call Carolyn later,” he said. “I need to be here with you. The outside world can wait. I never stopped loving you, Roxanne.”
“Nor Julia?” Roxanne whispered.
“I am in love with her, that's something that I can't and wouldn't turn off,” Barnabas replied. “That doesn't mean I love you less, Roxanne. I tried to mourn you and move on and couldn't. Julia knew that.”
“I love you, Barnabas,” Roxanne said softly. “I want forever.”
“As long as you want it, my love.”
Barnabas held her as best he could with clothing being removed or unbuttoned.
# # # #
“Thanks for bringing a shirt out for me, Quentin,” Buffy said as she turned around and pulled her bloody, sliced shirt off and pulled on a clean one that wouldn't show the bandages.
Quentin swallowed as he watched her muscles rippling with just a sports bra barely covering a small part of her back.
Buffy turned and hesitated and then leaned up and kissed him.
Quentin wrapped his arms around her and continued kissing her as they lost track of everything around them including a figure in the shadows that frowned and tossed a cigarette butt away.
“Let's go panic my mom,” Buffy suggested after a few minutes.
“Sounds like this won't be fun,” Quentin said as he held her hand.
“She knows what I do is dangerous, I usually don't tell her when I'm hurt,” Buffy explained.
The Slayer opened the door and smiled as Xander, Dawn and Joyce looked up from a Monopoly game board.
“Honey?” Joyce asked.
“I'm okay, honest,” Buffy said quickly. “I'll have a black eye and the cut will be mostly healed by tomorrow night.”
“What happened?” Dawn asked as she and Joyce jumped up to check out Buffy's bruises.
“Glory dropped by the shop,” Buffy said. “Quentin and Anya got out the back door while she and I discussed things over. She remembered that she needs me alive so she left. Where is everyone?”
“Anya and Giles are making dinner and Angelique is talking with them in the kitchen,” Xander said. “Will and Tara are on the patio. Uh, Barnabas and Roxanne haven't come down yet.”
“His marriage is definitely in trouble,” Quentin muttered.
“So, it appears,” Joyce agreed.
“Dinner!” Giles announced as he carried a large pan of lasagna to the table followed by Anya with a large salad bowl. “I'll grab the garlic bread and warm some blood for Tara. I'll wait for Barnabas... ah, there they are. I'll warm blood for everyone not having lasagna.”
Buffy looked up as Barnabas and Roxanne walked downstairs. His wrists were still bandaged and the Slayer thought he was moving a bit stiffly.
“Good evening, everyone,” he said. “Blood would be good.”
“How's the shoulder and hands?” Xander asked.
“The shoulder is healing well,” Barnabas said. “My hands... I'm getting more feeling in them.”
Willow and Tara smiled when they walked in.
“You're not as pale as last night,” Quentin commented. “Good to see you recovering.”
“Thanks,” Willow said as they sat down.
Giles placed a mug of blood in front of Barnabas and Roxanne and Anya followed with blood for Tara in addition to the garlic bread. Angelique sat down next to Giles with a mug of her own.
“You were injured today?” Barnabas asked Buffy.
“Glory tried to convince me to give in,” Buffy said. “I'll be okay.”
“I, uh, need to return to Maine for a night or two,” Barnabas said. “I won't be gone long.”
“To Julia?” Quentin asked with an expression of confusion. He knew with his heightened senses that Barnabas and Roxanne were... close.
“No, Willie was killed,” Barnabas said as everyone listened as dinner was dished out. “Julia wouldn't tell me what happened. I owe him.”
“His grave will be there next week,” Quentin said.
“I need to go,” Barnabas said.
“Are you going with him?” Willow asked Roxanne.
“No,” the red-haired vampire answered. “It's too soon. I'll get him to the airport and hand him off to an airport aide because of his hands and come back... if you don't mind me lending a hand against Nicholas and Glory.”
Buffy shook her head. “We'll take all the help we can get.”
“Thank you,” Roxanne said.
“Will you be able to drive?” Quentin asked. “Once you get to the airport in Maine, I mean.”
“As long as it's an automatic. They should be improved by tomorrow night.” Barnabas said. “I will be back the next night or night after.”
“With the Initiative really gunning for you getting out of the state might be a good idea,” Buffy said.
“So sorry about your friend, Barnabas,' Willow said.
“Thank you,” Barnabas said. “He is the one that released me and saved my life several times. When I was a vampire he protected me. At first because I commanded him, later as a friend. When I was human he and Julia saved me several times.”
“Just be safe,” Quentin urged. “There are still a lot of people in Collinsport that will know you even if you claim to be your own son.”
“Maggie and Joe especially,” Barnabas agreed. “I would love to talk to them but its too dangerous. Now, how do we fight Nicholas and Glory?”
“Hopefully we find something before either or both of them strike again,” Giles said. “There's indications that Glory's time is short. That may help... perhaps Dawn should get out of the state for several days and nights.”
Joyce frowned. “What are you thinking, Rupert?”
“She hasn't seen Maine and Barnabas could use someone to watch over him during the day,” Giles suggested.
“That's... that could work,” Barnabas said. “I have adopted you all as family and having someone with me will quell many of the rumors that there's something supernatural about me if I'm seen.”
“Dawn?” Buffy asked.
“I'd kinda like that,” Dawn said and glanced at her mother. “But Mom and the treatments...”
“We'll take good care of her,” Xander promised.
“We will,” Giles affirmed.
“It's been really stressful, you could use a break,” Joyce said. “I'll be fine. I won't be alone here and there are a lot of people to keep an eye me and get me to the treatments. We can get a paper notarized tomorrow giving Barnabas temporary care so you can get on an airplane.”
“And she can help with a lot of stuff if his hands are still hurting tomorrow night,” Anya added.
“To get an early flight.... Would you mind riding in the trunk so you arrive in Los Angeles just after sunset?” Quentin suggested.
“I've been stuffed in six foot coffins several times, a car trunk won't be bad as long as the luggage is up in the backseat.”
“Plan,” Xander said.
# # # #
Tara walked up behind Willow and wrapped her arms around her lover, her chin resting on Willow's shoulder.
“Are you all right, baby? You were awfully quiet during dinner,” Tara asked.
“Yeah, just hearing Tom summon me,” Willow said softly. “It's distracting.”
“Will that get worse with Barnabas gone?” Tara asked.
“Oh Goddess, I hope not!”
“And I can't dominant you like that,” Tara commented. “We won't leave you alone for a minute after sunset.”
“Thanks, that'll help,” Willow said softly. “I hope they won't be gone long. Or maybe they should. If Glory is on a short time frame she wouldn't be able to get to Dawn if she's in Maine.”
“That's probably what everyone is thinking,” Tara agreed. “Maybe they're setting it up so Dawnie has somewhere to go.”
“That would be smart,” Tara said. “Are... we okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“B-because of what happened,” Tara stammered. “You didn't want to be fed on by Thomas' uncle or knowing Barnabas was suffering so much.”
“I think so,” Willow said after a few moments. “It makes me sick but you don't, I promise.”
Tara kissed Willow's neck softly and felt her lover shiver.
“I love you,” Tara whispered.
Willow turned in Tara's arms and kissed her lover firmly, almost desperately.
When she pulled back slightly, she reached up and pulled the bandage away from her neck wounds. “Let me show you and... keep Tom from my mind.”
“W-what?” Tara whispered.
“Yes,” Willow said softly and kissed Tara again and then turned her head slightly.
Willow felt Tara's body jerk slightly and then Willow shivered when fangs lightly raked over her throat. “Please,” she whispered.
Her own body jerked when Tara's fangs pierced her skin. Willow clung to her lover as waves of eroticism ran through her, sending currents of sensations up and down her spine.
“Oh God, don't stop, please,” she whispered and then whimpered when Tara's fangs pulled away.
Then they were kissing almost frantically.
Willow touched Tara's face gently and then grabbed her lover's hand. “Come on.”
Barnabas looked up from the book he was researching in and then went back to the book and then looked up again with a frown.
The vampire debated about saying something as Willow and Tara headed upstairs to their room and decided against it. Giles had similar wounds for the same reason, after all and the only reason he didn't was because he was still very weak.
Perhaps the witches had a good idea, he thought.
# # ##
“So, the game plan is to carry Barnabas and Roxanne out to the trunk and put the luggage in the backseat with Dawn while I drive them and Buffy to the airport?” Quentin asked Giles.
The Watcher nodded. “I'm surprised Joyce is letting her go but I think it'll give Buffy and Joyce a short break from being terrified that Glory will figure out what she's looking for.”
Giles took a drink of his herbal tea.
“Where's Angelique?” Quentin asked.
“Out for a bit,” Giles responded. “I'm going to nap for a bit before she gets back.”
“I'll be here.”
# # #
Buffy walked into the living room and sat down next to Dawn. “What's up, runt?”
“I can't sleep,” Dawn said softly. “Its kinda hard knowing I... that I was made.”
“Well, if you want to get technical, we were all made,” Buffy said. “Dawn, you are my sister. Annoying, smart, shorter than me and my sister. That's all that matters to me. I don't care why Glory and Nicholas want you.”
“Thanks,” Dawn said softly. “Here comes Mom.”
“You got your suitcases packed?” Buffy asked.
“Yeah,” Dawn replied. “Over by the door.”
“Awesome,” Buffy said. “I'll let you talk with Mom. We'll do the legal stuff later today and send you guys off tonight. Dawnie, I mean it, you're my sister and I don't care how that happened.”
“Thanks.”
#$ # # #
Giles pulled out a small notepad and quickly wrote down a thought as he waited outside a bank while Joyce, Buffy and Dawn got a temporary custody paper notarized for Barnabas.
“Hullo, Watcher.”
Giles looked up and blinked. “Blair?”
“I'm not sure how you got back or how they found Barnabas and the witch but it won't matter in the end,” Blair said. “And don't even think about trying magic, I'm better and faster than you and you know it.”
“Yes, I do,” Giles said. “I also have desperation on my side.”
“Are you sure you want to try it?” Nicholas asked.
“Why are you approaching me?” Giles asked. “You can't be doing the stereotypical villain thing of threatening us while sounded unsure of yourself or your plan. That's not your style.”
“I knew Watchers were intelligent, I didn't realize some were smart as well,” Nicholas commented. “You're right, I'm not here to threaten.”
“Then why the civilized discussion? Wanting to know how we got back or how we found Barnabas and Willow?”
“I am curious about that, I'll admit,” Blair said. “Actually, I thought I would lend a hand to your side for once.”
Giles' eyebrows rose. “I find that hard to believe. What brought this on and lend us a hand, how?”
“Well, as you know that demented hell-god and I are after the same thing,” Blair began. “It would be impossible to tolerate that lunatic long enough for both of us to utilize the key.”
“I'd agree with that,” Giles said almost cautiously.
“Well, your hell-god's plans would cost your young daughter her life,” Blair said.
“And yours wouldn't?”
“No, she'd be changed but honored and worshiped,” Blair said. “And my plan would take a long time to finally come to fruition. Your hell god is intent on destroying all the universes just to get back to her own.”
“And yours would turn this world over to the Leviathan and the old gods,” Giles noted.
“Which you might be able to stop at any point along the line,” Blair pointed out.
“So you want us to turn the key over to you?” Giles asked. “Seriously?”
“Well, if not it'll be a race as to which of us gets the kid first,” Blair said. “Think you can keep ahead of me, Glory and the knights? They want to kill her. I don't.”
“I'd have to pass on that,” Giles said.
Blair shrugged. “Have it your way. How is Barnabas doing, by the way? Can he use his hands yet?”
“He'll be fine and looking for revenge again,” Giles responded.
Blair laughed. “Of course! That was just an opening round in this chapter. Enjoy what little peace you can grab, the roller coaster is pulling up to the railing.”
Giles shook his head as Blair walked towards the parking lot.
“Giles! Was that Blair?” Buffy demanded as she rushed up to him from the bank door.
“Yes,” Giles said. “He had a proposition. I declined. Gather your mother and sister. I doubt it but he might make a play for Dawn in a moment.”
“You doubt it?”
“That wouldn't be... polite.”
“Weird,” Buffy mumbled.
Ms. Hunter Ash
rating: PG13
pairings: Buffy/Quentin, Giles/Angelique, Willow/Tara, Barnabas/Roxanne, Xander/Anya, Julia/Thomas, Maggie/Joe
# ## #
Buffy smiled as Quentin opened the door for her at the Magic Box.
“Hey, An, how goes?” she asked as they entered.
“It is a little slow,” Anya said. “Are you two taking a break from research and going for lunch?”
“Yeah,” Buffy answered. “We thought we'd pick up something for you since Giles is a little erratic with his schedule right now and Xander is doing repairs around the mansion.”
“I would like that, thank you,” Anya said with a smile. “Where are you going?”
“We thought Italian sounded good today,” Quentin said.
“I would like chicken parm, then,” Anya said.
“Consider it done,” Buffy said and then froze when Glory walked in the door with a wide smile.
“Hi! I thought I'd drop around and let you know I haven't forgotten you,” Glory said cheerfully.
“Quentin, get Anya out of here, out the back,” Buffy said softly.
“They really should stick around, I haven't decided which one of them I'm going to kill,” Glory said, her voice still as equally cheerful as when she walked in. “Tell you what, I'm feeling generous, you decide.”
“What?” Buffy asked.
She could sense Quentin moving behind her to the end of the counter, pulling Anya out from the register.
'You choose which one I'm going to kill and I'll make it fairly quick and clean,” Glory said. “Otherwise, I'll choose and I'll make it very bloody and painful.”
Glory pretended to ponder. “Or you can just give me my key.”
“Quentin, go!” Buffy yelled and spun and kicked Glory back towards the door.
Buffy grabbed a sword from the wall and swung at Glory only to have her grab the blade and ram the pommel back into Buffy's face and then the hell-god yanked the sword out of Buffy's hand and reversed it in her hand.
“Whoa!” Buffy exclaimed as she turned, letting the blade slide across her ribs instead of through them. She backhanded Glory away and dived over the counter. She grabbed the first thing she could, a large troll hammer which she swung and hit the hell-god.
Buffy panted as Glory shook her head and looked confused.
Then Glory frowned. “Well, that was annoying, I almost forgot that I need to leave you alive for awhile. Don't wait too long to call for help, you're bleeding badly. Bye for now.”
Buffy looked at her shirt turning red and sighed and reached for the phone. “Damnit.”
# # # #
“Xander, keep Joyce and Dawn here out of sight,” Giles said urgently as he closed his cell phone. “I'm going to the hospital. Buffy has been slightly injured by Glory. Do not tell Joyce or Dawn.”
“You sure you're up for driving?” Xander asked.
“It's not far,” Giles said. “I'll be all right.”
“Okay, just... call when you can.”
# # # #
Buffy winced as the intern on duty carefully stitched her wound closed.
“It's almost a good thing that blade was sharp,” he commented.
“Why?”
“A dull or serrated blade tears the skin up very badly,” he said. “You'll barely have a scar if you take care of this. Now, the nurse will give you a prescription for pain pills and bandages so you can change this out. Don't get it wet for a few days.”
“Thanks, Doc,” Buffy said with a sigh.
“Buffy?”
“Oh hey, Giles,” Buffy said as her Watcher stood in the doorway of the trauma unit. “The doctor just finished up.”
“What happened?” Giles asked.
“Well, whoever tried to rob your store hit her with something and then tried to convince her to open the till with a knife across the ribs,” the doctor said. “She was lucky.”
“Knife? Good lord,” Giles said softly. He waited until the doctor left her bedside. “What happened?”
“Glory tried to convince me to give her the key,” Buffy said softly. “She threatened to kill Quentin or Anya. They got out the backdoor. They're in the waiting room.”
“How did you fend her off?” Giles asked.
“I grabbed that big hammer after she took my sword from me,” Buffy said. “She remembered that she had to keep me alive and Quentin and Anya were gone.”
“We've got to find answers soon,” Giles commented. “Xander is at the mansion with your mother and Dawn. Willow should be awake soon as well.”
“How do we find answers, Giles?”
“I don't know.”
# # # #
“Hand me the hammer,” Xander instructed Dawn and reached for the tool as she leaned up as he stood on a ladder. “I'm going to work on making metal frames for the doors that the doors will hang on. That should stop some of the crashing going on around here. For now, I'll repair the frames already there.”
“Okay,” Dawn said. “You want the nails for that?”
“No, wood screws,” Xander said. “Nails can give way easier than wood screws.”
“There's specific screws for stuff?”
“Oh yeah, for wood, metal, flat headed, round, some meant to be driven even with the wood or slightly lower so you can cover them with wood putty,” Xander explained.
“Do you think Buffy and Quentin will be here for dinner? Mom is making pot roast.”
“Oh, that sounds good,” Xander said. “I'm sure they will. Giles and Anya too.”
“Good, you guys don't get to rest enough,” Dawn commented.
“You're right about that.”
# # #
Buffy smiled as she and Giles stepped from the trauma area and walked into the waiting room. “Hey, guys, ready to get out of here?”
Quentin smiled widely and stood up along with Anya. “What did they say?”
“That I should barely have a scar,” Buffy said. “The black eye will be annoying.”
“What do we tell your mother about that?” Giles asked.
“That Quentin and I were sparring and I sidestepped into his fist?” Buffy suggested. “No, I'll tell them the truth. Right now I just want to go home and put on a shirt that doesn't have a slash in it along with my blood.”
“As long as Glory doesn’t realize that the Key is now human, we might be able to outlast her,” Giles suggested. “If we can keep her from killing everyone around you, that is. There’s some indication that she might be on a time line.”
“As long as we can keep Dawn from her and those crazy knights we might save Dawnie?” Buffy asked.
“Yes.”
# # # #
Barnabas opened his eyes slowly. Everything hurt but… there was light and he wasn’t hanging in a wall in darkness.
“Barnabas?”
The vampire turned his head and then leaned up on a forearm as he touched Roxanne’s face.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. “I fell for you the moment I saw you. All three times.”
“We never had a chance,” Roxanne said softly. “Give us a chance now, please. Don’t say no, please.”
“I won’t,” Barnabas said and laid back down and Roxanne leaned up. “My hands still hurt.”
“What about you and Julia?” Roxanne asked.
“She’s with someone and needs to be free,” Barnabas said. “I think she believes we’ll come together again in the future.”
“Will you?”
“I don’t intend on losing you, Roxanne,” Barnabas said firmly. “I love you and want a chance with you.”
Roxanne leaned down to kiss Barnabas and both deepened the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her. He moaned as her body melded next to him and encouraged him to rise up enough for her to pull his t-shirt off.
Both of them growled when his cellphone began playing a Wagner piece.
“I have to get that,” he said softly.
“Damnit,” Roxanne muttered and grabbed the phone and opened it for him.
“I’m here,” he said.
“Barnabas....”
“Julia, what is it?” he asked, her voice...
“It's Willie, he was killed.”
“No,” Barnabas said softly and sat up. “What happened?”
“He hit his head. He's gone, Barnabas.”
“What happened?” the vampire demanded.
“Nothing we can do anything about,” Julia responded. “I knew you'd want to know.”
“I'll be there either before sunrise or tomorrow night,” Barnabas said.
“There's nothing you can do, just.... take care and recover,” Julia said. “I have to go, Carolyn is arranging things. He loved us, you know.”
“Yes, he was a good man,” Barnabas commented. “I'm sorry, Julia. He saved my life several times and... he was my friend.”
“I'll call in a couple of nights when I know more.”
“Goodbye, Julia,” Barnabas said and nodded to Roxanne and she closed his phone.
“Barnabas, you can't even button a shirt,” Roxanne protested. “You can't travel alone.”
He started to protest and then nodded. “You're right. I have to wait a couple of nights at least. Damn, he... He was my friend.”
“You haven't had many of those, have you?”
“No, especially after being cursed,” Barnabas said. “Most of those I'd call a friend didn't know me very well. Willie and Quentin are two who actually know what I am and what I was like at times. It was Willie that freed me and I treated him horribly. I was half mad and desperate to never be locked away or killed. I was also a selfish bastard.”
Barnabas leaned over and kissed Roxanne gently. “I'm sorry that interrupted us. Where were we?”
“Do you need to make calls or anything?” Roxanne asked as he laid back down.
“No, I'll call Carolyn later,” he said. “I need to be here with you. The outside world can wait. I never stopped loving you, Roxanne.”
“Nor Julia?” Roxanne whispered.
“I am in love with her, that's something that I can't and wouldn't turn off,” Barnabas replied. “That doesn't mean I love you less, Roxanne. I tried to mourn you and move on and couldn't. Julia knew that.”
“I love you, Barnabas,” Roxanne said softly. “I want forever.”
“As long as you want it, my love.”
Barnabas held her as best he could with clothing being removed or unbuttoned.
# # # #
“Thanks for bringing a shirt out for me, Quentin,” Buffy said as she turned around and pulled her bloody, sliced shirt off and pulled on a clean one that wouldn't show the bandages.
Quentin swallowed as he watched her muscles rippling with just a sports bra barely covering a small part of her back.
Buffy turned and hesitated and then leaned up and kissed him.
Quentin wrapped his arms around her and continued kissing her as they lost track of everything around them including a figure in the shadows that frowned and tossed a cigarette butt away.
“Let's go panic my mom,” Buffy suggested after a few minutes.
“Sounds like this won't be fun,” Quentin said as he held her hand.
“She knows what I do is dangerous, I usually don't tell her when I'm hurt,” Buffy explained.
The Slayer opened the door and smiled as Xander, Dawn and Joyce looked up from a Monopoly game board.
“Honey?” Joyce asked.
“I'm okay, honest,” Buffy said quickly. “I'll have a black eye and the cut will be mostly healed by tomorrow night.”
“What happened?” Dawn asked as she and Joyce jumped up to check out Buffy's bruises.
“Glory dropped by the shop,” Buffy said. “Quentin and Anya got out the back door while she and I discussed things over. She remembered that she needs me alive so she left. Where is everyone?”
“Anya and Giles are making dinner and Angelique is talking with them in the kitchen,” Xander said. “Will and Tara are on the patio. Uh, Barnabas and Roxanne haven't come down yet.”
“His marriage is definitely in trouble,” Quentin muttered.
“So, it appears,” Joyce agreed.
“Dinner!” Giles announced as he carried a large pan of lasagna to the table followed by Anya with a large salad bowl. “I'll grab the garlic bread and warm some blood for Tara. I'll wait for Barnabas... ah, there they are. I'll warm blood for everyone not having lasagna.”
Buffy looked up as Barnabas and Roxanne walked downstairs. His wrists were still bandaged and the Slayer thought he was moving a bit stiffly.
“Good evening, everyone,” he said. “Blood would be good.”
“How's the shoulder and hands?” Xander asked.
“The shoulder is healing well,” Barnabas said. “My hands... I'm getting more feeling in them.”
Willow and Tara smiled when they walked in.
“You're not as pale as last night,” Quentin commented. “Good to see you recovering.”
“Thanks,” Willow said as they sat down.
Giles placed a mug of blood in front of Barnabas and Roxanne and Anya followed with blood for Tara in addition to the garlic bread. Angelique sat down next to Giles with a mug of her own.
“You were injured today?” Barnabas asked Buffy.
“Glory tried to convince me to give in,” Buffy said. “I'll be okay.”
“I, uh, need to return to Maine for a night or two,” Barnabas said. “I won't be gone long.”
“To Julia?” Quentin asked with an expression of confusion. He knew with his heightened senses that Barnabas and Roxanne were... close.
“No, Willie was killed,” Barnabas said as everyone listened as dinner was dished out. “Julia wouldn't tell me what happened. I owe him.”
“His grave will be there next week,” Quentin said.
“I need to go,” Barnabas said.
“Are you going with him?” Willow asked Roxanne.
“No,” the red-haired vampire answered. “It's too soon. I'll get him to the airport and hand him off to an airport aide because of his hands and come back... if you don't mind me lending a hand against Nicholas and Glory.”
Buffy shook her head. “We'll take all the help we can get.”
“Thank you,” Roxanne said.
“Will you be able to drive?” Quentin asked. “Once you get to the airport in Maine, I mean.”
“As long as it's an automatic. They should be improved by tomorrow night.” Barnabas said. “I will be back the next night or night after.”
“With the Initiative really gunning for you getting out of the state might be a good idea,” Buffy said.
“So sorry about your friend, Barnabas,' Willow said.
“Thank you,” Barnabas said. “He is the one that released me and saved my life several times. When I was a vampire he protected me. At first because I commanded him, later as a friend. When I was human he and Julia saved me several times.”
“Just be safe,” Quentin urged. “There are still a lot of people in Collinsport that will know you even if you claim to be your own son.”
“Maggie and Joe especially,” Barnabas agreed. “I would love to talk to them but its too dangerous. Now, how do we fight Nicholas and Glory?”
“Hopefully we find something before either or both of them strike again,” Giles said. “There's indications that Glory's time is short. That may help... perhaps Dawn should get out of the state for several days and nights.”
Joyce frowned. “What are you thinking, Rupert?”
“She hasn't seen Maine and Barnabas could use someone to watch over him during the day,” Giles suggested.
“That's... that could work,” Barnabas said. “I have adopted you all as family and having someone with me will quell many of the rumors that there's something supernatural about me if I'm seen.”
“Dawn?” Buffy asked.
“I'd kinda like that,” Dawn said and glanced at her mother. “But Mom and the treatments...”
“We'll take good care of her,” Xander promised.
“We will,” Giles affirmed.
“It's been really stressful, you could use a break,” Joyce said. “I'll be fine. I won't be alone here and there are a lot of people to keep an eye me and get me to the treatments. We can get a paper notarized tomorrow giving Barnabas temporary care so you can get on an airplane.”
“And she can help with a lot of stuff if his hands are still hurting tomorrow night,” Anya added.
“To get an early flight.... Would you mind riding in the trunk so you arrive in Los Angeles just after sunset?” Quentin suggested.
“I've been stuffed in six foot coffins several times, a car trunk won't be bad as long as the luggage is up in the backseat.”
“Plan,” Xander said.
# # # #
Tara walked up behind Willow and wrapped her arms around her lover, her chin resting on Willow's shoulder.
“Are you all right, baby? You were awfully quiet during dinner,” Tara asked.
“Yeah, just hearing Tom summon me,” Willow said softly. “It's distracting.”
“Will that get worse with Barnabas gone?” Tara asked.
“Oh Goddess, I hope not!”
“And I can't dominant you like that,” Tara commented. “We won't leave you alone for a minute after sunset.”
“Thanks, that'll help,” Willow said softly. “I hope they won't be gone long. Or maybe they should. If Glory is on a short time frame she wouldn't be able to get to Dawn if she's in Maine.”
“That's probably what everyone is thinking,” Tara agreed. “Maybe they're setting it up so Dawnie has somewhere to go.”
“That would be smart,” Tara said. “Are... we okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“B-because of what happened,” Tara stammered. “You didn't want to be fed on by Thomas' uncle or knowing Barnabas was suffering so much.”
“I think so,” Willow said after a few moments. “It makes me sick but you don't, I promise.”
Tara kissed Willow's neck softly and felt her lover shiver.
“I love you,” Tara whispered.
Willow turned in Tara's arms and kissed her lover firmly, almost desperately.
When she pulled back slightly, she reached up and pulled the bandage away from her neck wounds. “Let me show you and... keep Tom from my mind.”
“W-what?” Tara whispered.
“Yes,” Willow said softly and kissed Tara again and then turned her head slightly.
Willow felt Tara's body jerk slightly and then Willow shivered when fangs lightly raked over her throat. “Please,” she whispered.
Her own body jerked when Tara's fangs pierced her skin. Willow clung to her lover as waves of eroticism ran through her, sending currents of sensations up and down her spine.
“Oh God, don't stop, please,” she whispered and then whimpered when Tara's fangs pulled away.
Then they were kissing almost frantically.
Willow touched Tara's face gently and then grabbed her lover's hand. “Come on.”
Barnabas looked up from the book he was researching in and then went back to the book and then looked up again with a frown.
The vampire debated about saying something as Willow and Tara headed upstairs to their room and decided against it. Giles had similar wounds for the same reason, after all and the only reason he didn't was because he was still very weak.
Perhaps the witches had a good idea, he thought.
# # ##
“So, the game plan is to carry Barnabas and Roxanne out to the trunk and put the luggage in the backseat with Dawn while I drive them and Buffy to the airport?” Quentin asked Giles.
The Watcher nodded. “I'm surprised Joyce is letting her go but I think it'll give Buffy and Joyce a short break from being terrified that Glory will figure out what she's looking for.”
Giles took a drink of his herbal tea.
“Where's Angelique?” Quentin asked.
“Out for a bit,” Giles responded. “I'm going to nap for a bit before she gets back.”
“I'll be here.”
# # #
Buffy walked into the living room and sat down next to Dawn. “What's up, runt?”
“I can't sleep,” Dawn said softly. “Its kinda hard knowing I... that I was made.”
“Well, if you want to get technical, we were all made,” Buffy said. “Dawn, you are my sister. Annoying, smart, shorter than me and my sister. That's all that matters to me. I don't care why Glory and Nicholas want you.”
“Thanks,” Dawn said softly. “Here comes Mom.”
“You got your suitcases packed?” Buffy asked.
“Yeah,” Dawn replied. “Over by the door.”
“Awesome,” Buffy said. “I'll let you talk with Mom. We'll do the legal stuff later today and send you guys off tonight. Dawnie, I mean it, you're my sister and I don't care how that happened.”
“Thanks.”
#$ # # #
Giles pulled out a small notepad and quickly wrote down a thought as he waited outside a bank while Joyce, Buffy and Dawn got a temporary custody paper notarized for Barnabas.
“Hullo, Watcher.”
Giles looked up and blinked. “Blair?”
“I'm not sure how you got back or how they found Barnabas and the witch but it won't matter in the end,” Blair said. “And don't even think about trying magic, I'm better and faster than you and you know it.”
“Yes, I do,” Giles said. “I also have desperation on my side.”
“Are you sure you want to try it?” Nicholas asked.
“Why are you approaching me?” Giles asked. “You can't be doing the stereotypical villain thing of threatening us while sounded unsure of yourself or your plan. That's not your style.”
“I knew Watchers were intelligent, I didn't realize some were smart as well,” Nicholas commented. “You're right, I'm not here to threaten.”
“Then why the civilized discussion? Wanting to know how we got back or how we found Barnabas and Willow?”
“I am curious about that, I'll admit,” Blair said. “Actually, I thought I would lend a hand to your side for once.”
Giles' eyebrows rose. “I find that hard to believe. What brought this on and lend us a hand, how?”
“Well, as you know that demented hell-god and I are after the same thing,” Blair began. “It would be impossible to tolerate that lunatic long enough for both of us to utilize the key.”
“I'd agree with that,” Giles said almost cautiously.
“Well, your hell-god's plans would cost your young daughter her life,” Blair said.
“And yours wouldn't?”
“No, she'd be changed but honored and worshiped,” Blair said. “And my plan would take a long time to finally come to fruition. Your hell god is intent on destroying all the universes just to get back to her own.”
“And yours would turn this world over to the Leviathan and the old gods,” Giles noted.
“Which you might be able to stop at any point along the line,” Blair pointed out.
“So you want us to turn the key over to you?” Giles asked. “Seriously?”
“Well, if not it'll be a race as to which of us gets the kid first,” Blair said. “Think you can keep ahead of me, Glory and the knights? They want to kill her. I don't.”
“I'd have to pass on that,” Giles said.
Blair shrugged. “Have it your way. How is Barnabas doing, by the way? Can he use his hands yet?”
“He'll be fine and looking for revenge again,” Giles responded.
Blair laughed. “Of course! That was just an opening round in this chapter. Enjoy what little peace you can grab, the roller coaster is pulling up to the railing.”
Giles shook his head as Blair walked towards the parking lot.
“Giles! Was that Blair?” Buffy demanded as she rushed up to him from the bank door.
“Yes,” Giles said. “He had a proposition. I declined. Gather your mother and sister. I doubt it but he might make a play for Dawn in a moment.”
“You doubt it?”
“That wouldn't be... polite.”
“Weird,” Buffy mumbled.
Wednesday, February 5, 2020
Dark are the Shadows 02/05/2020
Dark are the Shadows
Ms Hunter Ash
BTVS/Dark Shadows crossover
rating: PG-13
Pairings: Buffy/Quentin, Barnabas/Roxanne?, Xander/Anya, Willow/Tara, Giles/Angelique
# # # #
# # #
# # # #
“I’ll take over at sunrise,” Quentin added.
# # #
“To what? What is she going to do? Send a six-pack of minions to bore me to death? Glory can't lay a finger on me. You know it, I know it, she knows it. So save the threats, or I'll finish the job I started on your head.”
“People have killed, died for it ... summoned armies to control the key,” Giles responded.
Ms Hunter Ash
BTVS/Dark Shadows crossover
rating: PG-13
Pairings: Buffy/Quentin, Barnabas/Roxanne?, Xander/Anya, Willow/Tara, Giles/Angelique
# # # #
Dawn looked at the box of chocolates in
her hand as Spike knelt at the door of the Magic Box at the lock.
“Do you know how to do that or not?”
she demanded.
“Give me a sec,” he mumbled. “I
usually just crash through doors.”
After another minute of trying the door
opened.
“That’s right!” Spike said as he
stood up. “Who’s bad now?”
Dawn turned on a flashlight as she
closed the door.
“Girl with a mission, eh?” Spike
asked. “What’s the caper? Jewels? Ancient artifacts? Or just
plain hard cash liberated from the till?”
“A book.”
“All this for a book?” Spike
demanded.
Dawn walked behind the counter and put
the chocolates down. “I don’t want the book, just what’s
inside. Knowing Giles it’s his notes. He told Travers the book and
notes were locked behind the counter. He made a book disappear when
he was on the phone with Buffy earlier.”
She began feeling under the counter as
Spike slipped something off the counter and made it disappear into
his pocket.
The teenager smiled when there was an
audible click and a drawer popped open. “I don’t think we’ll
ever know all the hiding places around here.”
Dawn pulled out a book and placed it on
the counter.
# # # #
Giles sighed as he, Joyce and Buffy
watched Travers pulling away from the curb two hours after he had
arrived.
“Are you going back to the mansion?”
Joyce asked them both.
Giles shook his head. “Angelique
suggested I stay here tonight. She knows I don’t trust the Council
and suspect they may just keep an eye on us.”
“Will is probably going to sleep for
12 hours,” Buffy added. “Barnabas isn’t going anywhere. It’s
a definite down-time night for everyone. Even for Dawnie, her door is
locked and she’s sulking.”
# # #
“Where did he learn to write so
bloody small, from a fruit fly?” Spike complained as he and Dawnsat
on the floor and were reading by candle-light.
“Here’s something,” Dawn said.
“Tarnis, 12th century, one of the founders of the order
of Dagon, a monk’s order. Their sole purpose appears to have been
as protectors of the key.”
“Brown robe types are always
protecting something,” Spike scoffed. “It’s the only way they
can justify giving up girls. Hey, troll hammer? Is that what Anya was
talking about? Some troll went and left his hammer here after
breaking the place up?”
Spike tried to pick up the hammer but
ended up dropping it with a loud clang. He was relieved when Dawn
didn’t even seem to notice.
“The key is not directly described in
any known literature, but all research indicates an energy matrix
vibrating at a dimensional frequency beyond normal human perception.
Only those outside reality can see the key’s true nature,” she
read aloud. “Outside of reality, what’s that mean?”
“Second-sight blokes, mostly,”
Spike said. “Or even just your run-of-the-mill lunatics. What else
does it say about this key? Is it made of gold? Maybe we can hock it,
split the take.”
“The key is also susceptible to
necromanced animal detection, particularly those of canine or serpent
construct,” Dawn continued.
“Lunatics. Like the guy with mental
issues at the hospital when we were visiting Mom? There was this guy
they brought in. He looked at me and said there was no one there and
he knew what I was,” Dawn whispered.
Spike took the notes from her.
"The monks possessed the ability
to transform energy, bend reality. Blah, blah, blah,” Spike
muttered. “Good lord, Giles writes as dull as he talks, doesn't
he?”
Spike continued reading. “They
started work. But the Council ... has suggested ... to us that they
were interrupted. Presumably by ... Glory."
Dawn continues into the flame of a
candle as he read.
"They obviously did manage to
accomplish the taste..." Spike frowned and held the paper closer
to his eyes. "accomplish the task. They had to be certain the
Slayer would protect it with her life. So they sent the key to her
... in human form. In the form of a sister.”
The vampire looked up. “Sister. I
guess that’s you, Nibblet.”
# # # #
Buffy smiled when she opened the door
to find Quentin, Xander and Anya.
“We thought we’d come see the
birthday girl,” Xander announced. “Angelique volunteered to watch
the mansion.”
“I’ll take over at sunrise,” Quentin added.
Buffy moved aside to let her friends
enter the house.
# # #
Willow sat up in bed with a strangled
cry and Tara quickly wrapped her arms around her lover.
“Easy, it’s okay, it’s a
nightmare.”
“No,” Willow whispered. “Tom is
calling me. I won’t go. Only you and Barnabas can call me. Only you
and Barnabas.”
“What do you mean, Will?” Tara
asked.
“The night you were taken, Nicholas
Blair tried to grab me,” Willow began explaining. “Barnabas,
Julia and Thomas stopped him. To counter his mental mojo… Barnabas
bit me. Twice and, I, uh, drank some of his blood.”
“And that counters Tom calling you
even though he bit you too?”
“He didn’t force me to drink his
blood,” Willow said. “I pretended I was under his control. I can
still hear him, though.”
“We’ll stop them soon,” Tara said
softly. “You’re so pale.”
“I know,” Willow responded. “It’ll
take a few days to recover Angelique said.”
“We have to figure out how to stop
Blair and Glory,” Tara said thoughtfully. “Why did Nicholas Blair
want Dawn. If she’s the key the monks sent to Buffy, how could she
be part Leviathan?”
“I don’t know,” Willow said and
frowned. “We’ll have to ask Giles.”
# # #
Buffy shook her head as Xander
described one of their adventures to Quentin and her mother. The
Slayer did notice that he glossed over just how dangerous it had been
to take on The Gentlemen. He stuck mainly to descriptions of the
Scooby gang trying to communicate with pantomime and dry erase
boards.
“Oh God.”
Buffy glanced quickly at a stunned
Giles and followed his gaze to the kitchen where Dawn was standing in
the doorway with a knife in her hand and she had blood dripping from
a wound on her forearm.
“Is this blood?” the girl asked.
“This is blood, it can’t be me, right? I can’t be a key. Am I
anything?”
Joyce and Buffy rushed to the teenager.
“Xander, the first aid kit in the
closet over there,” Giles said as he jumped up. “Xander, move!”
“Yeah, right.”
Joyce hugged Dawn as Buffy examined the
wound.
“It’s not real deep,” Buffy said
in a soft voice.
“Perhaps we should go…” Giles
suggested.
“You’re family, Giles,” Buffy
said firmly. “You all are.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dawn
asked the faces surrounding her.
“We thought it best not to,” Joyce
said. “It doesn’t matter to us, Dawnie. We were hoping it
wouldn’t be necessary until you were older.”
“How old am I?” Dawn asked.
“Fourteen, you know that,” Joyce
said.
“No, the monks,” Dawn said. “When
did… when did they…”
“Six months ago,” Buffy said
softly.
Tears filled the teenager’s eyes.
“I’m going to take Xander and Anya
back to the mansion,” Quentin told Buffy softly and the Slayer
nodded. “See you tomorrow.”
“I’ve only been alive for six
months?” Dawn said softly.
“Honey, you’ve been alive a lot
longer than that to us,” Joyce said firmly.
“You don’t know that!” Dawn
yelled as Quentin closed the door behind him. “You don’t know
anything. I’m just a key, right? Everything about me is made up.”
“Dawn,” Buffy said softly. “Mom
and I know what we feel. I know I care about you. I know that I
worry about you…”
“You worry about me because you have
to,” Dawn accused Buffy. “I’m your job. Protect the key,
right?”
“I worry because my sister is cutting
herself!” Buffy snapped.
“Yeah? How do you know?” Dawn
demanded. “Maybe this is just another fake memory from my fake
family!”
“Sweetheart,” Joyce began but Dawn
jumped to her feet and ran for the stairs.
“Leave me alone!”
“Damn,” Buffy muttered.
# # # #
Nicholas was frowning when Tom Jennings
entered their new rental home.
“You don’t have a witch with you,”
Nicholas noted.
“She wouldn’t or couldn’t come
out,” Tom said. “There were crosses in the windows.”
“All right, we’ll have to switch
our focus onto the brat and the insane tin-goddess that’s after
her,” Nicholas said. “Oh, don’t look sullen. I have a new
target for you, one that will lead right back to Barnabas.”
“Good.”
# # # #
Buffy frowned as she looked around the
Magic Box. “We need to find out everything we can about the key.
What it’s for, who created it, etc.”
“And why Glory has a big girl-god
Jones for it,” Xander added it.
“This isn’t about her, it’s about
Dawn,” Buffy said. “She deserves to know where she came from. She
needs to know or it’s just going to eat away at her.”
Giles glanced over his notebook and
papers on the counter. “How did she find these? They were locked
away in the hidden drawer. And how did she get in?”
“Ew! Who’s been using the urn of
Ishtar as an ashtray?” Anya demanded and showed everyone a
cigarette butt.
Buffy’s eyes narrowed.
# # ##
Quentin knocked gently on one of the
bedroom doors and smiled when Willow opened the door a moment later.
“I thought I would play the hovering worried uncle and encourage
you to have some breakfast with me and then you can go back to
sleep.”
“I’m not really hungry but I know I
should,” Willow said. “Let me get some slippers on.”
The immortal looked up and stopped
chopping veggies when she entered the kitchen. “Good morning. I
figured if you’re going back to school next semester, you’ll
probably have to do a split schedule and grab sleep when you can if
you’re going to be up all night with Tara. And you need to eat to
heal after being preyed on. I’m surprised Jennings didn’t call
you last night.”
“He did, I ignored him,” Willow
said and watched as he chopped mushrooms.
“How did you manage that?” Quentin
asked.
“Before you got here Barnabas bit me
twice and gave me some of his blood,” Willow explained. “It was
to keep Blair from keeping hypno influence over me. Barnabas
reasserted his control when we were in that basement.”
“Fascinating,” Quentin said.
“Omelet with mushrooms, bell peppers, tomatoes and onion? I didn’t
know if you ate bacon or not.”
“Bacon?”
“I heard Xander teasing you about
watching the Christmas Peanuts cartoon even though you’re Jewish,”
Quentin explained.
“Thank you, that’s really
thoughtful,” Willow said. “I do skip pork, shrimp and stuff like
that. I don’t have a problem with cheeseburgers like the Orthodox
do. Or magic. Or being gay. Or drinking Barnabas’ blood. All of
those are big no-no’s.”
“I haven’t really learned much
about Judaism,” Quentin admitted. “Oh damn, that’s my phone in
the other room, be right back.”
Quentin stepped back into the kitchen.
“Hello, Carolyn.”
He set the phone down and clicked on
speaker.
“Hi, I’ve been so worried,”
Carolyn replied. “How are Barnabas and Willow?”
“Injured and starved but he’ll
recover,” Quentin said. “Willow was a bit drained by, uh well….”
“What is it?” Carolyn asked.
“Nicholas Blair brought Tom Jennings
back,” Quentin said.
“Oh my God,” the older woman
exclaimed. “We cannot tell Thomas about this!”
“I agree,” Quentin said. “We’re
still nowhere with fighting Nicholas or that woman.”
“Damn, I was hoping you two were
coming home soon,” Carolyn said. “There’s so many years to
catch up on with Barnabas.”
“And try and repair the damage to his
relationship?” Quentin ventured.
“That too,” Carolyn said. “Julia
and Tom are spending a lot of time in the city. I don’t think it’s
just to avoid Maggie and Joe.”
“No, I don’t think so either,”
Quentin agreed. “We can’t fix it at this point. Barnabas is
physically and emotionally injured and Roxanne surfaced again.”
“Oh great,” Carolyn mumbled. “Okay,
I won’t try and fix them. I have a meeting in ten minutes. Be
careful out there and tell Barnabas to come home, even if he doesn’t
want to see Julia or Thomas right now. Oh, and tell Giles that
Elizabeth can’t wait to see him.”
Quentin laughed softly. “I will. Take
care, Carolyn. I’ll call you later about business things.”
“Bye!”
Quentin ended the call and poured a
glass of orange juice for both himself and Willow. “Now, omelets.”
# # # #
Buffy kicked open the door to Spike’s
crypt and found him sitting on top of the coffins painting his
fingernails black.
“Morning, Sunshine,” he said
cheerfully. “If you’ve come around for eggs or sausage, I’m
fresh out.”
Buffy grabbed the lid of the coffin
Spike was sitting on, sending him falling into the casket.
“Hey, careful!” he said as he sat
up. “These are still wet!”
The Slayer slid the lid back onto the
coffin, slamming it into Spike’s chest and pinned him in the
coffin.
“How could
you let her find out like that? From books and papers?” Buffy
demanded. “You hate me that much?”
“I was just along for the ride,”
Spike protested. “Not like I knew she was mystical glowy key
thing. Nobody keeps me in the bloody loop, do they?”
“You could have stopped her!” Buffy
yelled.
“Oh yeah, here it comes,” Spike
said with his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Something goes wrong in
your life, blame Spike. News flash, blondie, if kid sis wants to
grab a midnight stroll, she’ll find a way sooner or later!”
He tossed the lid of the coffin aside.
“I just thought she’d be safer with
Big Bad looking over her shoulder,” he said.
“She shouldn’t have found out like
that,” Buffy said with a glare.
“You didn’t think you could keep
the truth from her forever, did you?” Spike snapped. “Maybe if
YOU had been more honest with her in the first place, you wouldn’t
be trying to make yourself feel better with a round of ‘Kick the
Spike.”
Buffy stormed out of the crypt.
#
# # #
Joyce
sighed as Dawn lay on her bed with her back to the door, to everyone.
“Baby?”
Dawn
didn’t respond and Joyce sat down on the bed.
“I
can’t imagine how you feel,” Joyce said softly. “I can only
tell you how I feel. I don’t care what some celibate religious
types say or did, you are my daughter and you always have been.
Holding you in my arms and seeing your eyes for the first time is
what is real to me. You are ours and no one is going to take you away
from us.”
Joyce
waited for several moments.
“I
need your help, Dawnie,” Joyce said softly.
Dawn
turned over and Joyce gently wiped at the young girl’s tears.
“Buffy
just had a birthday yesterday,” Joyce continued. “She’s the
oldest Slayer ever. That means she’s beaten the odds but it can’t
last. We’re probably going to lose her before you get out of
highschool.”
“We
can help her beat the odds,” Dawn said softly.
“We
can do our best but what she does is suicidal because eventually it
will kill her,” Joyce said. “And she does that every night
because she’s the only one that can.”
“Can’t
she get out of it?” Dawn asked and Joyce shook her head.
“Apparently
not,” she responded. “I’m going to need your help and you’re
going to need mine.”
“Doing
what?”
“Helping
me get through it when it happens,” Joyce said. “And I’ll help
you. You see, we’ll need each other and no one will begin to know
how either of us feel except each other. Not totally but we can come
close.”
“I
don’t want to lose her,” Dawn admitted.
“I
know, baby,” Joyce said softly. “And you know what?”
“What?”
“Even
if Buffy lives forever, I still need you,” Joyce said with a smile.
“I love you.”
“I
love you, too, Mom,” Dawn said. “It’s just…I have all the
same memories but… they’re not real.”
“Yes,
they are,” Joyce said. “Did you know that our memories aren’t
accurate? When I talk with my sister and we remember things from our
childhood she doesn’t remember some things that I do. What you
remember is real for you and because we share all of those that means
the memories are real.”
“If
I was real that Glory person wouldn’t want me,” Dawn said after a
moment.
“That
just means you’re special in a unique way,” Joyce said. “Everyone
is and usually in several ways. Buffy is the Slayer, she’s also
pretty smart. Willow is highly intelligent and talented with magic.
You are special with your art work in addition to being a wonderful
daughter.”
Dawn
laid her head on Joyce’s shoulder.
#
# # #
Nurse
Rita Delvecchio frowned when alarms began sounding from one of the
monitors. She quickly jumped to her feet and dashed towards the room
of the young woman who was connected to that monitor.
Two
other nurses were rushing towards the room from the opposite
direction.
Delvecchio
quickly assessed the young woman and began CPR. “No blood
pressure! Code blue!”
“There’s
no blood to pump,” one of the other nurses said. “Look at her
throat.”
Delvecchio
continued the CPR as the other nurse turned the woman’s head and
they could see that the patient’s pillow was soaked with blood.
Delvecchio
stopped the CPR. “Call the doctor on duty.”
#
# #
Dr.
Ben frowned as he looked over to a gurney at another insane patient.
The
mark on his forehead…
Ben
sighed. “Byzantium.”
“Yes,
they’ve arrived,” a voice agreed.
Ben
glanced over at a dark corner in the room and saw Jinx, one of
Glory’s main troll-like creatures. “Unfortunate but not
unexpected.”
“How
many?”
“Their
numbers are few for the moment, but they will grow,” Jinx said.
“The Knights of Byzantium are like ants. First you see one, then
two, then the picnic's ruined. No matter how many we kill, they'll
keep coming ... wave after wave. It's time to set old animosities
aside. Your fate is directly linked to her magnificently-scented
Glorificus. She's been extremely forgiving of your considerable
foibles up until now, but if you persist in your defiance, she'll be
forced to…”
“To what? What is she going to do? Send a six-pack of minions to bore me to death? Glory can't lay a finger on me. You know it, I know it, she knows it. So save the threats, or I'll finish the job I started on your head.”
The
doctor shoved past the troll.
#
# #
Giles
blinked as Xander placed a cup of coffee in front of him.
“You’re
off work?” the Watcher asked.
“Yeah,
permit problems again,” Xander answered. “How are you feeling?
You haven’t been sleeping a lot.”
“You’re
right,” Giles agreed. “Now that the Council bunch are gone, I’ll
try and catch up.”
“Giles,
about Angelique…”
“What?”
Giles asked with a frown.
“Just…
pick a schedule,” Xander said. “Guys that party all the time and
get up really early eventually crash and sometimes people get hurt
around them on our job sites. Stay up with Angelique and sleep the
morning away, let Anya open the shop and you close it or something.”
Giles
was quiet for a minute or two and then nodded. “You’re right.
With Angelique staying until the crisis is over, I’ll take on a
night time schedule.”
“I
can’t believe this about Dawnie either,” Xander said as he sat
down at the kitchen table.
“I
know,” Giles said.
Xander
sighed. “There's
so many things I remember. Seeing Dawn ... hanging with her ...
listening to Buffy complain about her. Mostly that last one. How
could it be that all those things never really happened?”
“Well,
it takes some getting used to. The idea of a ... bright
fourteen-year-old actually being living energy thousands of years
old,” Giles commented.
“I'm
guessing some kind of super-powerful in her raw form,” Xander
ventured.
“People have killed, died for it ... summoned armies to control the key,” Giles responded.
“Are
the Summers girls coming back here to stay now that the Council has
split?” Xander asked after several moments of silence.
“Yes,”
Giles said. “I came over to grab a book I was researching from here
before going to the shop.”
“You
think Barnabas will get back with Julia?” Xander asked after a
couple of moments.
“Not
for a long while,” Giles said.
#
# #
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