Disclaimer: Joss owns everything blah blah blah...
Author's note: This fic is based on songs by various artists, and just ahead time, they are not mine, all lyrics in // are their's any poems or lyrics of mine are in ** I'm a B/A fan among other pairings, so if ya dont like that specific pairing i cant garuntee you'll like the story..sorry :( however there are other pairings in the story, so hang on and im sure ill get to yours. Also, a few AU factors in here, such as tara didnt die, but was still shot, and there are probably others that ill forget to mention. This is set in season seven right after the previous episode of buffy. The story lines switch from POV to just plain old story telling, so sorry if its confusing, buts its the way i write ;) also any quotes i use, belong to joss.
Pairings: B/A, B/S friendship, B/F friendship, X/Anya, G/Olivia, and W/T
Feedback: do i need air to live? alright...question answered
Contacts: Bunnies_scare_me87@hotmail.com ( heh, anya much?)
Prolouge: "Sunnydale: The home of angst"
Nothing....it's absolutely silent and im surprised that even im not suspicious. I guess nothing really surprises me anymore. I suppose that happens after you've averted about 100 apocalypses and your facing the new big bad, which just happens to be the cause of all the big bads.
The moral to this story?
Gee, im so lucky, let me go find a container for my joy..
Ah yes, the story of my life. But then again, I am a slayer.
//Welcome to the planet....//
After releasing spike and killing the nasty old vampire, not in that order of course, i went home and got about no sleep, so here i am, patrolling for whatever they've got comming next.
But damn, it's just too quiet. You'd think they were afraid of what's comming.
Oh, great, so what's that say for our chances of fighting this thing?
I sigh...a pretty depressing sigh at that. I miss the good ol' days of "Plunge and move on, Plunge and move on" It's never that easy anymore...not that it was easy then, but at least we were happy.
Everybody's such a shell of themselves these days it's hard to tell if I really used to know these hopeless people....we dont laugh, we dont hang at the bronze and talk about how vile cordelia is or what the new nasty is....
We just research...
Hunt...
And destroy.
And now and then, on special occasions, one of us dies, or gets shot and stays in a coma for month, Or gets pulled from heaven...
There's just no lying about it....
Sunnydale sucks.
Chapter 1: "Just when I thought i was through..."
Buffy lay in her bed, dreaming fitfully, thrashing around and mumbling in her sleep.
Just another normal night for the slayer.
Suddenly she calmed, breathing softly, still mumbling.
"You need to see Buffy...."
Buffy opens her eyes to look around herself, she's in a field with faith, and theyre wearing matching gowns.
wierd...
considering Faith doesnt like gowns.
"If you get in too deep....They won't hear you when you scream..."
She looks over to where faith is pointing.
was it a....a hotel?
"The hyperion....A.I. "
"A.I?"
"Angel Investigations...."
"Oh god.....Faith....what's going on here?"
"Some things look easy, you get too cocky, you end up on your back with a knife to your throat....."
Buffy looked inside, where angel, wesley, a skinny brunette and a black man were standing over a body, but she couldn't see who it was.
"Faith....the apocalypse...It's comming, were gonna need all the help we can get..."
"B, one more person ain't gonna make the difference....it's not about fighting this time...you think that, but there's more. You just gotta look for it"
"I don't have time to look for it, Things are happening NOW. The hellmouth isn't just gonna lay back and click pause on the "Who wants to destroy the world this week?" Show while we practice our mind-boggler techniques of solving whatever this thing's gonna throw at us"
Buffy took an uneasy breathe and looked wearily at faith "I need answers, and I need them now. So if your going to babble on like drusillia looney-bin extroirdinare, then be my guest and wake me up, but if your going to tell me something useful, then do it."
"Wow B, things a lil shifty at home, or you still mad at me?"
"Faith..."
"Alright alright. Look, And save the bitching and moaning for after im done. You and angel and crew are gonna have to work together, its kinda how the prophecy works, you'll need to go tonight, so you can start makin a plan, cuz trust me babe, evil doesn't take a number and stand in line."
Buffy nods, ready to wake up when Faith grabs her arm and kisses her cheek " And uh b? try to break me out while your at it...i figure i need some good old fashioned ass-kicking before the world ends."
Buffy woke up at the exact minute and started packing.
Chapter2: "My life, The freakshow"
COMMING SOON
A/N: sorry it's kinda short, give me some ideas if ya like ;)
*~*~*~*~*TinK*~*~*~*~*
Author's note: This fic is based on songs by various artists, and just ahead time, they are not mine, all lyrics in // are their's any poems or lyrics of mine are in ** I'm a B/A fan among other pairings, so if ya dont like that specific pairing i cant garuntee you'll like the story..sorry :( however there are other pairings in the story, so hang on and im sure ill get to yours. Also, a few AU factors in here, such as tara didnt die, but was still shot, and there are probably others that ill forget to mention. This is set in season seven right after the previous episode of buffy. The story lines switch from POV to just plain old story telling, so sorry if its confusing, buts its the way i write ;) also any quotes i use, belong to joss.
Pairings: B/A, B/S friendship, B/F friendship, X/Anya, G/Olivia, and W/T
Feedback: do i need air to live? alright...question answered
Contacts: Bunnies_scare_me87@hotmail.com ( heh, anya much?)
Prolouge: "Sunnydale: The home of angst"
Nothing....it's absolutely silent and im surprised that even im not suspicious. I guess nothing really surprises me anymore. I suppose that happens after you've averted about 100 apocalypses and your facing the new big bad, which just happens to be the cause of all the big bads.
The moral to this story?
Gee, im so lucky, let me go find a container for my joy..
Ah yes, the story of my life. But then again, I am a slayer.
//Welcome to the planet....//
After releasing spike and killing the nasty old vampire, not in that order of course, i went home and got about no sleep, so here i am, patrolling for whatever they've got comming next.
But damn, it's just too quiet. You'd think they were afraid of what's comming.
Oh, great, so what's that say for our chances of fighting this thing?
I sigh...a pretty depressing sigh at that. I miss the good ol' days of "Plunge and move on, Plunge and move on" It's never that easy anymore...not that it was easy then, but at least we were happy.
Everybody's such a shell of themselves these days it's hard to tell if I really used to know these hopeless people....we dont laugh, we dont hang at the bronze and talk about how vile cordelia is or what the new nasty is....
We just research...
Hunt...
And destroy.
And now and then, on special occasions, one of us dies, or gets shot and stays in a coma for month, Or gets pulled from heaven...
There's just no lying about it....
Sunnydale sucks.
Chapter 1: "Just when I thought i was through..."
Buffy lay in her bed, dreaming fitfully, thrashing around and mumbling in her sleep.
Just another normal night for the slayer.
Suddenly she calmed, breathing softly, still mumbling.
"You need to see Buffy...."
Buffy opens her eyes to look around herself, she's in a field with faith, and theyre wearing matching gowns.
wierd...
considering Faith doesnt like gowns.
"If you get in too deep....They won't hear you when you scream..."
She looks over to where faith is pointing.
was it a....a hotel?
"The hyperion....A.I. "
"A.I?"
"Angel Investigations...."
"Oh god.....Faith....what's going on here?"
"Some things look easy, you get too cocky, you end up on your back with a knife to your throat....."
Buffy looked inside, where angel, wesley, a skinny brunette and a black man were standing over a body, but she couldn't see who it was.
"Faith....the apocalypse...It's comming, were gonna need all the help we can get..."
"B, one more person ain't gonna make the difference....it's not about fighting this time...you think that, but there's more. You just gotta look for it"
"I don't have time to look for it, Things are happening NOW. The hellmouth isn't just gonna lay back and click pause on the "Who wants to destroy the world this week?" Show while we practice our mind-boggler techniques of solving whatever this thing's gonna throw at us"
Buffy took an uneasy breathe and looked wearily at faith "I need answers, and I need them now. So if your going to babble on like drusillia looney-bin extroirdinare, then be my guest and wake me up, but if your going to tell me something useful, then do it."
"Wow B, things a lil shifty at home, or you still mad at me?"
"Faith..."
"Alright alright. Look, And save the bitching and moaning for after im done. You and angel and crew are gonna have to work together, its kinda how the prophecy works, you'll need to go tonight, so you can start makin a plan, cuz trust me babe, evil doesn't take a number and stand in line."
Buffy nods, ready to wake up when Faith grabs her arm and kisses her cheek " And uh b? try to break me out while your at it...i figure i need some good old fashioned ass-kicking before the world ends."
Buffy woke up at the exact minute and started packing.
Chapter2: "My life, The freakshow"
COMMING SOON
A/N: sorry it's kinda short, give me some ideas if ya like ;)
*~*~*~*~*TinK*~*~*~*~*