Help Unwanted
A/N: Co-authoring with PyroDeScorpio2! To a certain person who reviews my stories, I know what this looks like. I'm sorry to those i said i couldn't co-write and here I am with one, but Jenn threatened me since she lives practically in my house and my dorm room. Maybe one day, in the future, I will take you up on your offer to co-author!
Disclaimer: Neither of us owns anything, but the idea… Which is basically Jenn's.
Timeline: Post "Chosen" and "In My Time of Dying."
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Crickets sang in the night air that was hazy from the light puffs of fog that filtered through the gated bars of the local cemetery. All was quiet as small droplets of condensation dripped down the marble stones. The wind was gentle, making the tree leaves flutter: hidden whispers being unknown to those that would choose to listen. Then, the peaceful euphoria was broken as a body of something big, green, and filled with teeth was flailing in the air.
It fell on one of the grave markers, making it crack and then crumble to the ground. It was up fast, roaring, making spittle come forth from its overly large mouth. Its gaze was fixed on someone who was slowly walking towards it. Her boots made squishy sounds in the damp grass. Her dark denim pants fit snug just below her hips that was being showcased by a large, silver belt buckle. A silky red top accented her tanned skin and other attributes that the demon had first found appetizing. Appetizing in the sense of eating the skin from her bones. Her dark, straightened hair fluttered in the slight breeze as a smirk played on her face.
"What do you say, Big Guy? Let's call it a night. I mean, either we do this the easy was and I snap your neck. Or the hard way where we brawl it out, I put you through a world of hurt, THEN snap your neck."
It leapt forward and she sighed while sidestepping the creature. Her arm was bent then quickly charged forward so that her closed fist hit the creature in the general area of its jaw. She heard the slight crack when her heeled foot hit the area of the knee. She saw the awkward angle of the body part and she twisted around when the demon tried to swipe at her with its claws. She tutted as it stumbled to the ground and kicked forward like she would a soccer ball, hitting the thing in the head, making it disorientated.
Stepping over it, a foot on each side of its body, she bent: took the head in her hands, and twisted so that the sickening snap of the bone met her ears. She let the body drop and quickly stepped away as the body melted into slime and bone. She coughed when the smell of something horrid met her nostrils and she quickly stepped back just as an out of breath redhead passed the broken tombstone.
"F-Faith! So you got it?" Her eyes widened when she caught the smell and almost upchucked the grilled cheese she had earlier and brought a hand up to her mouth. "Ugh, smells!"
"Yeah, I got it. Way to keep up, Red."
Willow blushed.
"H-Hey! The super powers you have make me unable to catch up."
"It's called teleporting."
"Yes, well…" She picked at the lint on her jacket. "I knew you could handle yourself."
"Uh huh." Faith watched as Willow cleaned the mess, smell included, with the wave on her hand. "You sure that this has nothing to do with the incident last week?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said as she turned around and started walking back where they had come from.
"You. Stuck. In a tree from trying to teleport…"
She blushed again while running her fingers through her recently chopped hair.
"It wasn't my fault. That demon that popped out of nowhere broke my concentration! Besides," she said while walking up a slight incline. "We still got the baddie."
"Mhm." Faith followed, whistling while running the palm of her hand over a stone almost as tall as her. "So, where to next?"
"Oh, well, I don't know. I mean, it's been a slow night."
"Which usually means something is brewing. C'mon Red. I'm bored, and I need to hit something."
Willow sighed while closing her eyes. Soft whispers filled the air as more mouth's moved, voicing a silent spell that made the wind still. Her eyes opened, glowing softly. They cleared as she pointed towards the woods.
"Someone in the woods. Dark arts are being performed."
"Well then, let's go!"
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Sam knew there were two sides to his brother. There was the serious hunter Dean that didn't stop the fight until the spirit was gone from this Earth. Then there was the other side, the one that was all jokes and all about women.
Sam was very much used to both of these sides, but he didn't expect it to see flirt side so soon after…
After their father died.
They just burned their dad's body not two hours ago and here they were at some diner getting food and Dean was flirting with their waitress.
"Know any fun places to go around here?" Dean asked the waitress who fell for Dean's well trained smirk.
"I'm sure I could think of a few," she spoke slowly.
Sam knew he could have gotten into a lot of trouble for doing what he was about to do if he got caught. But after seeing the situation, he knew he had no choice. He moaned softly, getting no response from Dean. He grunted and grabbed his forehead, clenching his eyes shut as he tried to remember how he looked whenever he had a vision.
"What's wrong with your friend?" the waitress was the first to notice Sam.
Dean's smirk came off his face as he looked at his brother. "Sammy."
"I'm fine," Sam said between fake deep breaths. He put his head on the table and smirked, knowing no one could see it. He felt Dean's hands on his shoulders, urging him to his feet.
"Maybe another time, darlin'," Dean told the girl as he left, his arms around his brother as he led him out to the old Honda civic that Bobby had loaned them. The Impala was still in bad shape, so Dean had no choice but to drive something else.
"I'm fine, Dean," Sam pushed his brother off of him.
"What'd you see, then?" Dean asked.
Sam just kept walking, desperately trying to make something up.
Dean dropped the questions, knowing Sam would tell him sooner or later when the vision wore off. It was probably something bad, so bad he couldn't tell him.
He walked to the driver's side, got in and started the car. It just wasn't the same without his baby.
'Just a few more days,' Dean told himself. When he was waiting for Sam to tell him of some hunt they were needed for, he was busy fixing up his car. It was great of Bobby, a friend of their dad's, to loan them a car from his junkyard, but nothing could replace his car.
And then they'd be out of here, back on the road, hunting the thing that ruined their lives. But that couldn't happen if Sam didn't tell him about the vision. They were connected to the demon, after all.
The car ride was still silent, neither of the brothers was speaking and there was no radio in the car. Dean was focusing on driving through the dark, still waiting on Sam. The food in the backseat of the car had a strong smell to it, but both ignored it.
This was definitely one of their more peaceful nights. No signs of anything bad happening here and for that, Sam was grateful. He knew Dean was growing restless without killing something, but Sam needed this vacation, no matter how short.
"Dean," Sam turned away from the window to look at his brother.
"What'd you see, Sammy?" Dean asked his brother, ready for their next hunt.
Sam sighed and looked back out the window. He was ready to tell the truth, but he actually did feel something this time. It wasn't a vision, but something was about to happen. How was he supposed to tell Dean that the vision was fake, but he felt something bad happening?
"Just get me back to Bobby's," Sam sighed as he once again placed a hand on his forehead. He decided to ride the 'pain' so Dean would stop trying to find out the vision and worry about his health.
Dean held back on questioning Sam some more and sped the car up.
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Both girls darted forward. Willow, who had just caught her breath, grew flustered as Faith burst forward. She huffed when going down a different incline and almost tripped over an up-rooted tree root. She hopped over a fallen log and arrived in time to see Faith get tossed back. She cringed when her back hit a tree and Willow was facing off three hooded figures.
"Well then." Her eyes turned dark, but she was in control. "What do we have here?"
"Witch. This doesn't concern you," said the person in the middle. "Leave this place."
Willow stepped forward and was soon joined by Faith who was dusting herself off. The person looked alarmed that she was able to stand then nodded when feeling what sort of power she had.
"Slayer."
"Jag-Off," responded Faith with a smug grin.
The middle person sighed then soon, his arms were outstretched and Willow put hers up just in time. A huge ripple was felt that almost brought Faith down to her knees. Lightening cracked but when Faith looked up the sky was clear. The wind blew harder and the middle man then turned to his two minions. At least, Faith figured it was a guy thanks to the voice.
"Go you fools! Finish the spell!"
Faith, not liking the sound of that, burst forward. She knew Red could handle the other guy and so she leapt in the air to tackle down the one. It dropped something that shattered against a rock that had what looked to be a dead goat and some other bones that Faith didn't want to know about. She brought a fist up and hit the person she brought down. A female with glowing black eyes. She was grabbed from behind and she kicked her legs while fighting the strong grip. She flipped the other black-eyed person. A man with blue hair. She faced off then stopped as the ground shook.
"What the-" She was cut off as a powerful jolt made her fall back and she watched as a large crack formed on the ground. "Red!"
The stuff the girl had dropped was now glowing. Some had managed to get on the freaky alter. Now instead of the gentle breeze the wind howled in a powerful whirlwind bringing up dirt and debris that was stinging Faith's eyes. She couldn't see two feet in front of her and she started crawling where she knew Willow would be. Sure enough, a light broke through the haze and she saw the witch was now glowing a bright white, trying to overpower the dark magic.
Then, Faith felt strange, and soon her body was sliding against the grass. Confused, she looked back to see an abyss of electrical blue light. A friggen portal! Gritting her teeth she tried to find something to grab but didn't see a thing. She dug her hands into the ground, trying to get some sort of ground but she soon felt her legs being lifted and she yelled in frustration as her fingers started slipping.
"Willow!"
Hearing the plea, Willow looked to see Faith being pulled into the void. She put a huge burst of power in her attack and the person she was fighting reeled back. Hood falling off to reveal clouded, black eyes. It turned to the portal and smiled.
"Finally!"
It jumped back, wanting to go into the abyss, and Willow grew worried for that but her first concern was Faith. She saw the other two demons: that's what Willow figured they were from the eyes, eagerly hop into the portal as well and soon it started to close.
Willow used some energy to try and grab onto Faith but the pull of the portal was strong and soon Faith's wide eyes met hers before she was sucked in.
"Crap!" Willow's worried face went from the closing portal, to her car. "What do I do?"
Follow Faith into the unknown or go to Giles to find a way to get her back? The portal was getting weaker and smaller. Grumbling about having to follow the Slayer and being terribly frightened of the unknown, Willow squared her shoulders ready to charge forward. She stopped half way, closed her eyes, then ran into the portal and soon it was closed, leaving no one behind.
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The brothers parked the car in the yard with the rest of Bobby's finds. He parked near his Impala, the lights from the Honda illuminating his baby.
Sam made to get out the car, but Dean grabbed his arm. "Bobby doesn't need to hear about this vision when we get in the house."
Sam knew what that meant. Dean wanted to know about the vision and he wanted to know now.
"Dean, what happened in the diner--" Sam was cut off as Dean noticed something.
"What the hell?" he was looking at the sky.
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When stepping through both Willow and Faith had no control of their body. They felt like a skydiver that had decided to do a series of rolls and flips before pulling open the parachute cord. Except they had no parachute and they couldn't stop the flailing of limbs. They couldn't see around them. Nothing but blackness was in view. Then, ahead of them, a light. It grew brighter and brighter until they had to close their eyes and soon both were landing.
Faith fell hard. Her body landed on something metallic and she groaned when the force jarred her bones. A fall like that would've probably killed a normal person. Glass was shattered, she could hear it, and she tasted blood.
Willow had seen the ground coming and held up her hands. Stopping mere inches from the ground before finishing the rest of her fall with a soft plop onto the gravel below her. She didn't know where her stomach was, and was close to betting herself that it was somewhere in her throat thanks to the flips and flops she had been forced to take.
Where were they? A hell dimension probably and she was worried about opening her eyes to see some hell THING standing above her all snarly and wanting a snack. So she popped open an eye and grew confused when all she saw was the night sky glittered with twinkling stars. Opening both eyes to her right she saw a car, and a still hand on it.
Gasping she got to her feet and looked at the body laid out on the hood of a black car.
"F-Faith?" The body didn't move. "Oh God!"
"Tone it down, Red," moaned Faith. "Not feeling too great."
"Oh Goddess! You're hurt."
"Just a scratch." Faith winced as she sat up. "Where are we?"
"I don't know." She looked around. "A junkyard, maybe?"
"Huh…" Faith winced as she twisted her body around. "Well, it beats the world of fire and flame… So what now?"
Willow sighed while hugging herself. Her long sleeved green sweater a warm comfort.
"I don't know."
"Where in the hell did you come from?" a voice yelled from the across the junkyard.
Both the slayer and the witch turned to see two men, both with a gun.
"Does this still beat the world of fire and flame?" Willow asked.