Somewhere I Belong-prologue
By Vampyr64
Disclaimer: The hack aka Joss Whedon, and ME own Buffy, sad to say. Everything else in this story is my own unique creation.
Rating: Pg-13 - R. Some parts MAY be NC-17, haven't decided yet. If that does happen the parts will be posted at BXLOVE and BXALONE, as well as my archive group.
Pairing: Will EVENTUALLY be B/X, I think. Bear with me here people, I'm rather pissed at the Buffster right now, and I have to tear her down before I can build her up to be the hero she once was. In the meantime there might be X/other, or maybe not. Various other ships will probably find their way in here, but again I haven't decided.
Summary: Takes place post season 7. Spike is dead, (yay!) Anya is dead too. The Sunnydale has been annihilated by the hell mouth, which has been closed. Buffy and the rest of the scoobies old and new find themselves in a brave new world where potential slayers the world over have been activated. They are about to find however that evil is not as easy to conquer as they believed.
Dedication; To AAALex21, who let me bounce ideas off her and hounded me to get started on this thing. Also to all BX'ers out there. We may never see BX on screen, but we'll always have fanfic. Besides, the writers here are lightyears better then Joss and his ME cronies anyways.
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"Are you okay?" The young girl nodded woozily at him as he helped her regain her feet, the sounds of battle raging around them. With a soft push he sent her towards the staircase and turned to see if everyone was on their way out.
"C'mon, lets go!" He turned back around, ready to make his own escape, only to be gripped by strong arms and spun to face the man in preacher garb, the man known as Caleb.
"So you're the one who sees everything aren't you?" he queried, his eyes lighting with an evil smile that matched the cold one on his lips. The hand that didn't have him in a vice grip raised slowly to his face, the thumb pointing at his eye. "Well, lets see what we can't do about that."
He tried struggling but it was a futile effort, as the moved forward slowly until the thumb touched his eyeball.
Then, he pushed. HARD.
"ARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
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"Xander! Xander!"
Xander shot bolt upright in his seat, his shoulders heaving, sweat pouring from his brow. He could feel someone shaking him strongly, a voice in his ear pleaded to him. His eyes darted around frenziedly, strolling to determine where he was, what happened.
His eyes settled on the form beside him, her soft eyes wide with worry, her hand clutched his forearm. "Xander?" she repeated, more softly this time. Around him, other passengers looked on with a mixture of interest and concern.
The Plane. He remembered.
He gave a slight gasp as he felt something on his face. His hand reached tentatively to the left side of his face, moving slowly, afraid. His fingers touched the soft fabric, felt the plastic beneath it, and he knew.
The blonde at his sides expression changed when she saw him touch the patch, her eyes showing guilt and sorrow before she looked away, out the window.
"Sir, are you alright" He turned to face the stewardess who has been drawn to their seats by the commotion. He swallowed once, forcing himself to calm down, then nodded softly at her. "I'm sorry miss, I just sometimes have trouble sleeping."
The womans eyes landed on the dark patch he wore and she understood, her face showing sympathy. "Could I get you something?" she asked kindly.
"Some water would be nice."
She smiled at him and nodded, before moving back down the aisle.
He stared after her a second, his good eye remaining unfocused, before he sighed softly and turned to his companion.
"Buffy." he said, his voice almost without emotion. Her head slowly swiveled away from the window as she faced him, her expression sad. "Are you okay?" she asked in a small voice. He nodded at her before looking away. She looked as if she wanted to say something, her mouth opening and closing twice, before she simply sighed and turned back to face the window again.
He had been like this ever since Sunnydale, ever since….
She shuddered involuntarily, her mind replaying the events of three weeks ago in her head. The things she did, said. She was so confused. Did she mean it? And what did that make her if she did? Is that why he couldn't stand to look at her, or was it because of Anya, or maybe it was just everything that had happened. She wished to god she knew.
Shaking her head strongly she banished those thoughts from her head. They would be landing soon, and they had work to do
Her days as the slayer may be over but her journey, their journey, had just begun.
By Vampyr64
Disclaimer: The hack aka Joss Whedon, and ME own Buffy, sad to say. Everything else in this story is my own unique creation.
Rating: Pg-13 - R. Some parts MAY be NC-17, haven't decided yet. If that does happen the parts will be posted at BXLOVE and BXALONE, as well as my archive group.
Pairing: Will EVENTUALLY be B/X, I think. Bear with me here people, I'm rather pissed at the Buffster right now, and I have to tear her down before I can build her up to be the hero she once was. In the meantime there might be X/other, or maybe not. Various other ships will probably find their way in here, but again I haven't decided.
Summary: Takes place post season 7. Spike is dead, (yay!) Anya is dead too. The Sunnydale has been annihilated by the hell mouth, which has been closed. Buffy and the rest of the scoobies old and new find themselves in a brave new world where potential slayers the world over have been activated. They are about to find however that evil is not as easy to conquer as they believed.
Dedication; To AAALex21, who let me bounce ideas off her and hounded me to get started on this thing. Also to all BX'ers out there. We may never see BX on screen, but we'll always have fanfic. Besides, the writers here are lightyears better then Joss and his ME cronies anyways.
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"Are you okay?" The young girl nodded woozily at him as he helped her regain her feet, the sounds of battle raging around them. With a soft push he sent her towards the staircase and turned to see if everyone was on their way out.
"C'mon, lets go!" He turned back around, ready to make his own escape, only to be gripped by strong arms and spun to face the man in preacher garb, the man known as Caleb.
"So you're the one who sees everything aren't you?" he queried, his eyes lighting with an evil smile that matched the cold one on his lips. The hand that didn't have him in a vice grip raised slowly to his face, the thumb pointing at his eye. "Well, lets see what we can't do about that."
He tried struggling but it was a futile effort, as the moved forward slowly until the thumb touched his eyeball.
Then, he pushed. HARD.
"ARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
**********
"Xander! Xander!"
Xander shot bolt upright in his seat, his shoulders heaving, sweat pouring from his brow. He could feel someone shaking him strongly, a voice in his ear pleaded to him. His eyes darted around frenziedly, strolling to determine where he was, what happened.
His eyes settled on the form beside him, her soft eyes wide with worry, her hand clutched his forearm. "Xander?" she repeated, more softly this time. Around him, other passengers looked on with a mixture of interest and concern.
The Plane. He remembered.
He gave a slight gasp as he felt something on his face. His hand reached tentatively to the left side of his face, moving slowly, afraid. His fingers touched the soft fabric, felt the plastic beneath it, and he knew.
The blonde at his sides expression changed when she saw him touch the patch, her eyes showing guilt and sorrow before she looked away, out the window.
"Sir, are you alright" He turned to face the stewardess who has been drawn to their seats by the commotion. He swallowed once, forcing himself to calm down, then nodded softly at her. "I'm sorry miss, I just sometimes have trouble sleeping."
The womans eyes landed on the dark patch he wore and she understood, her face showing sympathy. "Could I get you something?" she asked kindly.
"Some water would be nice."
She smiled at him and nodded, before moving back down the aisle.
He stared after her a second, his good eye remaining unfocused, before he sighed softly and turned to his companion.
"Buffy." he said, his voice almost without emotion. Her head slowly swiveled away from the window as she faced him, her expression sad. "Are you okay?" she asked in a small voice. He nodded at her before looking away. She looked as if she wanted to say something, her mouth opening and closing twice, before she simply sighed and turned back to face the window again.
He had been like this ever since Sunnydale, ever since….
She shuddered involuntarily, her mind replaying the events of three weeks ago in her head. The things she did, said. She was so confused. Did she mean it? And what did that make her if she did? Is that why he couldn't stand to look at her, or was it because of Anya, or maybe it was just everything that had happened. She wished to god she knew.
Shaking her head strongly she banished those thoughts from her head. They would be landing soon, and they had work to do
Her days as the slayer may be over but her journey, their journey, had just begun.