Author; goolecap
Summary; sequal to prophecygirl's fanfic '25'. I know I shouldn't really read stuff that upset me but I do. So here's the sequal. original is at
http/www.glamourousrags. far in alternate future
Rating; PG?
Pairing; Buffy, Faith and Quentin Travers, voyeurism.
Disclaimer; all characters belong to the creators and producers of the TV series Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Purely for fun, no profit in this.
Distribution; take what you like
Feedback; surroundings didn't shock her. Seeing Faith did.
"How, how did you get her out of prison?"
"Not your concern Miss Summers. We'll put here back soon, before they notice she's gone in fact, wouldn't want to spoil her parole. I have a feeling she'll be out this year" He gave a knowing smile. Quentin Travers lifted the plastic beaker to Buffy's lips and she sipped gratefully at the water. She was silent for a moment. The doctors and nurses were packing up their equipment from the operating theatre. Buffy frenziedly checked herself over for what they'd done to her but the only wound was the severe bump on her head and an awesome headache.
"The tranquilizer dart was very powerful, I'm afraid, you're slayer healing abilities make such things awkward. Something to bear in mind at the dentist" he smiled. She snatched her clothes from him as he proffered them and dressed hurriedly, Travers making no attempt to not look at her nude body.
"God she's beautiful" he thought drinking in the sight of her nakedness. No wonder Rupert had fallen so head over heels in love with her. He spared Faith a glance. If anything she actually exceeded Buffy's beauty. This current batch of Slayers really had the looks, he decided.
"I'll remember to floss. Why didn't you kill me?"
"Oh, we did Miss Summers. You and Faith were clinically dead for 30 seconds. More than enough time for your replacement to be called". He handed her a bus ticket for Sunnydale. "See yourself out will you, there's a stop at the end of the street. You might want to consider moving to another town?"
He left without looking back. Buffy looked for a second at the ticket, stamped ECONOMY CLASS in big red letters, before her. Her comeback was a good one, considering.
"BUS TICKET!"
"Frugality in all things" he replied rounding the corner.
The council men wheeled Faith away, slipping her back into her prison clothes as she began to come around. Buff was left alone. "Hope she at least gets an ambulance back to prison" she mused. Knowing the Council they'd probably just stick her in a cab and shortchange the driver.
The light on the LA street hurt her eyes a little. She waited patiently for the bus to take her back to Sunnydale, to pick up Dawn and say her good-byes. Maybe they'd go visit Aunt Arlene? Or go see Dad in Europe?
No hurry. All the time in the world. Her whole life in front of her.