Summary: Tru witnessed Buffy losing her head to another Immortal, and now day two has begun.
Notes: Sorry about the long delay. My computer crashed, and took all my notes with it when it nosedived. Good idea, that backing up. Wish I'd thought to do it before everything went blooey. I'm slowly picking up the pieces, and rethinking things in the process, so updates may be short and kinda spread out for a while.
Disclaimer: Wish I did own it. If I did, I'd buy myself a shiny new computer that hopefully wouldn't crash on me...
THE GUARDIAN CHRONICLES : WHEN CALLINGS COLLIDE
By screaminheathen69
Chapter the Second
Tru was pacing. Seriously pacing. You know, the kind of pacing where you start wearing a hole in the rug? That kinda pacing. You'd think that after the last year or so, there wouldn't be anything that could possibly freak her out. Relive enough days, save enough people from dying, you'd get all jaded-like, right?
Wrong.
'Cause, how does one prepare oneself for the sight of a girl getting her head lopped off by some insane swordsman? Or for the lightning that came shooting out of her neck after the lopping? Hmm?
Yeah. That's what I thought...
So she paced. And freaked. And paced some more.
Did I mention the freaking?
So, after much pacing (and let's not forget the all important freaking), Tru got a grip and sat herself down with an extremely strong cup of coffee to try to figure out just how the Hell she was going to save young miss Buffy Summers from that whole lopping off of the head thing.
Okay. Right. Whole new level of weird, but I still have a job to do. Stupid destiny. Tru rested her head on the table, thinking fast. Wait. The business card. What was the phone number on the card? She thumped her head against the table a few times trying to jog her memory. Two numbers. There were two numbers. Which one was the cell number?
She glanced at the clock. Six forty-six in the blessed A.M.
Tru took a deep breath, then punched in the number. "Hope she's up..."
Buffy slowly woke up to the sound of her cell phone ringing. She looked at the clock, blinking to clear her bleary eyes. "Seven forty six? I was out slaying 'til four thirty, for cryin' out loud!" She fumbled around on the nightstand until her hand encountered the offending object. Flopping back on the pillow, she thumbed the receive button. "World'd better be ending!"
"Huh?"
"Yeah, sorry, hi. Who is this?" Buffy thought the voice sounded familiar, but she just wasn't awake enough to place it yet.
"Sorry to bother you this early. Am I speaking to Buffy Summers?"
Buffy finally placed the voice. "C'mon, Faith. It's too damn early in the morning for this. I was out slaying 'til four thirty."
"Slaying? Uhhh..."
"Whaddaya want, Faith? Before I have Dawn come over and thump you in the head." It was just too early for Faith's oddball sense of humor.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not Faith. My name is Tru Davies. It's very important that I speak with Buffy Summers. Life and death important. Look, if I've got the wrong number..."
"No, no. I'm Buffy. You sure you're not Faith? 'Cause, you sure sound like her."
"Positive. Been Tru all my life."
"Huh. Weird. Sorry I bit your head off back there. Had a late night."
"What with the slaying and all?"
"Ummm..."
"Would that have anything to do with sword fighting maybe? Or lightning shooting out of peoples necks after they get their heads cut off?"
Buffy was very wide awake by now. "Sometimes. I try to avoid it whenever I can. I take it you maybe saw something like that?"
"Yeah, you could say that..."
"Well, I guess the next question would be 'why did you call me?' And at this ungodly hour of the morning..."
"Sorry about that. Well, fact is, this actually concerns you. Um, would it be possible for us to meet? It'd be easier to explain this face to face."
"Yeah, I guess so. Would eight o'clock work for you?"
"Sure."
"I'm at the Hilton. There's a Denny's down the block. Why don't we meet there? I need breakfast. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee." Buffy figured someplace public should be safe, and you don't get much more public than Denny's during breakfast hours.
"Sounds good. See you there."
Buffy clicked off, then sat there staring at her phone. She was sure that it wasn't Faith, she'd reached out through the Wiccan Mind Meld and checked in with Faith and Willow, so there was no doubt there. The only question now was who this Tru Davies was. Probably an Immortal out for my head, with my luck. Hope our Resident Goddess can dig something up before I leave.
She shrugged and headed for the shower. Whatever else might happen today, she was looking forward to breakfast. She could always pack it away at Denny's. Wonderful things, those grand-slam breakfasts.
Tru took a quick shower, then headed out. The Denny's they were meeting at was across town, so she wanted to give herself some extra time to get there.
And, once again, she was wandering just what kind of insane-o crap she'd gotten herself into this time.
Stupid calling, anyway...
To be continued...
'To thee no star be dark...'
