First Wave: "destiny is what you do with it..."
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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
The best way to predict your future is to create it.
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Maria grabbed her towel and dabbed the sweat off her forehead. "You are so incredibly fast and strong, I've been training since a kid and even I was no match for you. That's the third time you've had me on my ass in as many minutes."
Buffy grinned "Yeah, it's one of the perks that come with the job."
Giles stood up from his seat outside of the work area "I...er...Maria, I don't want to interfere, I mean I obviously don't know enough about your…um…powers, but have you ever thought of using your powers to increase your strength and agility?"
Maria nodded "The only time I've used those powers in hand to hand was last night. Before that, my skill was always enough without having to also use my powers, but I guess, with opponents like Buffy, who have a superior power would require that I use the full potential given to me. Gotta admit though, it's a sore blow to my ego." She grinned, letting her opponent know that her ego would be okay.
Buffy returned the smile, before gesturing at the work area "Lets do some more sparing and see how you handle."
15 minutes later Buffy was shocked to find herself flat on her back with a triumphant Maria hovering over her and offering her a hand up.
"Your powers are amazing, I mean talk about job perks. I'd give my eye-teeth for a smitten of that power. What else can you do?" Asked Buffy.
"Not sure really. We don't know how much we're capable of, but Cade has led us to believe that we're a lot more powerful than we realize, so much in fact we'd probably never even reach our full potential."
"I guess I've just been kinda humbled. I never embraced my slayer heritage, in fact I fought it as much as possible, but living that life…I kept getting told how important I was and that I was the chosen one, yada yada yada, you get the idea, and before you realize it, you've put yourself on this pedestal. So anyway I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm glad I've met you guy's, 'cos not only is the responsibility of this planet shared by you guy's, but I now realize that I'm not as indispensable as I once thought."
Maria shook her head, "don't get too humbled, you're still the stronger and more skilled one out of us, all I did was harness the powers of my alien heritage to get one up on you…if you think about it, it's kinda like cheating. Besides, no one is ever dispensable, whether or not their secret identity is 'The Slayer'."
Giles stood back as the two girls chatted, a look of consternation on his face. There was a similarity in both girls fighting, which brought him back to the strange co-incidence of the shared title of Chosen One.
There was definitely more going on here that met the eye, but he was damned if he knew what. Buffy was definitely not an Alien, and Maria was definitely not human, but a connection between the two of them remained none-the-less.
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Isabel sat with Cade, her head cradled in her hands.
"I can't explain it, I've been feeling edgy all day…maybe it's PMS."
Cade wasn't sure what to say to her suggestion about PMS, so he chose to ignore it and instead focused on the first part of her sentence.
"Isabel, your instincts are good, especially because you are the Visioner, so if you are feeling edgy then there is probably a good reason for it, and although your title is Visioner, it doesn't mean you will necessarily get visions, in fact if anything, I don't think that is where your strength lies, but rather with your other gifts, of which you have many."
"So you think this feeling is being caused by my Visioner Powers? That my body is trying to tell me that something is wrong?"
"That's exactly what I think. You need to focus on this feeling and try to expand it, get more detail from it so that you can determine what is causing it."
"What if I can't? What if I can't master that part of my powers?"
Cade gave her a gentle pat "I'd be surprised if you could master all of your gifts. You don't have the memories or the training to be able to do that, and you certainly have enough powers that you have mastered. Your Dreamwalking and Astral-Walking are purely yours through your Visioner Gifts, but I don't think it will hurt to try and expand on your other gifts, like for instance your gift of visions. Just remember that if you never learn to control it, it doesn't mean you have failed it just means that as much as you are an alien, you are also human."
"Okay."
"In the meantime, because of your gifts, I do believe that your anxiety is something to be taken very seriously, so I'll give everyone who isn't here a call to warn them."
The man climbed into the beat up old Chevy and looked at his partner. "It would appear they have more allies."
The driver remained expressionless "Will this be a problem?"
The first man shrugged, he looked out the window and contemplated the question. "They're human, what possible trouble could they be?"
"Very well, the plan will go ahead as scheduled" decided the driver.
"Our Intel informs us that they will all be at the house at eight tonight."
"Inform MOTHER of the scheduled time, they will need to prepare for the link-up."
The passenger nodded before climbing out of the vehicle.
The driver remained in place. Finally the time had come to complete the Second Wave. Personally, he could not understand why Higher Command had waited this long.
Eight o'clock that evening had everyone gathered in the Evans home, discussing the days events and preparing for the evening patrol.
Sitting on the floor in front of Oz, Willow sifted through her ingredients for the spell as she listened to the discussion around her.
Cade questioned the day shift patrollers on their days.
"So you saw nothing remotely suspicious?"
"Nada." Replied Oz.
Shaking his head, Cade made a note of that on his patrol register, surely by now there should have been some sign of the Gua? Especially considering Isabel's growing anxiety. He trusted her instincts, which were at this moment screaming 'danger'.
Turning to the other patrollers, Cade asked "Kyle, Cordelia, what about you?"
Kyle nodded sombrely "Well now that you mention it, there was this guy, yeah…he had the nerve to pick his nose in public…we should torture him for information, then impregnate him with an alien hybrid and send him on his merry way with a reminder that we come in peace."
"Kyle..." sighed the Sheriff, beyond tired at his sons attitude.
Giving his father a look of disdain Kyle threw his hand up into the air "this whole thing is stupid" he said, before storming out of the room.
Yup Cordelia thought obnoxious Kyle is most definitely back
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Standing alone in the kitchen, Kyle tried to calm himself down. Angry at himself for letting the situation get to him, angry at his father for putting him in this situation, because there was no way he would leave his father alone with these people and angry with the Aliens for having drawn his father into this war in the first place.
Kyle trusted none of them and had trouble understanding why his father did. It didn't matter…he would find a way to get his father out of this, he just needed a moment to think logically and not with the anger that boiled so closely under the surface.
Sitting down at the kitchen table, Kyle rested his head on his hands, when, from the other room came an ear piercing shriek.
"What the hell?" He exclaimed, before rushing into the living-room.
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Cordelia clutched her head in agony, and hoped for the vision to end quickly. Vaguely she could hear Angel in the background asking if she was okay. Eventually she collapsed into his arms as the vision slowly abated, leaving her breathless and dazed.
At Angel's request, Mr Evans left to find some aspirin, just as Kyle was returning to see what the commotion was about, they gathered around her and waited for her to speak.
"Bright light….someone's in danger" gasped Cordelia, still feeling confused from the painful vision.
Xander rolled his eyes "helpful visions you get there…"
She ignored him "where is the damn aspirin?" She grated through clenched teeth.
Lifting her to the sofa, Angel answered, "its coming…did you see anything else?"
Still clutching her head she tried to get her mind to focus on the brief pictures that had invaded her head. In panic she jumped up knocking Angel backwards. "It's here…the danger is here!"
The room erupted into chaos as people scrambled for weapons. Unfortunately, this being Roswell and not Sunnydale, weapons were not in great supply.
Buffy reached into her ever present duffel bag and pulled out her crossbow and threw it into Angels hands, she then grabbed her sword for herself and glanced wildly about for anything else that would be of use.
"I would suggest everyone remain calm and seat themselves down!"
Sheriff Valenti was shocked when he looked in the direction of the calm voice and saw a man holding a weapon to his sons head. He immediately sat down."
When everyone else remained standing, the man spoke more forcedly.
"I said seat yourselves!"
Everyone complied, watching the man carefully, searching for an opportunity.
From the doorway to the kitchen, Mr Evans backed silently away. He needed to find something to disarm the man with, unfortunately he didn't have a gun, nor was this one of those occasions where you could dial 911.
Glancing frantically about, Phillip felt his helplessness returning, would he ever be in a position to protect his children?
In the living-room, nobody had noticed the second man standing in the shadows, punching numbers into his Transmitter, relaying a signal to MOTHER to begin the link-up.
Before her vision was engulfed by a blinding light, Liz noticed the second man holding something eerily familiar. It looked exactly like the object she'd picked up outside the base that Max had been held captive in.
Her eyes widened in comprehension Oh God they're going to kill us were the last words she sent telepathically to her husband before the world disappeared.
Michael concentrated his powers on disarming the first man, but before he could so much as focus his powers he was blinded by pure white light, his last conscious thought was that they'd failed and that he hadn't told Maria how much he loved her.
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Both intruders watched in satisfaction as the room full of humans and Antarians disappeared into the light.
The first one turned to leave the house, his work here was done. He said nothing to his partner as he made his way out into the cool Roswell night.
The remaining Gua was surveying the empty living room one last time when he heard a strangled shout from behind him.
He turned in enough time to stop the charging human by grasping him by his pitifully frail throat.
Phillip Evans choked in the strong grasp of the alien. His eyes bulged as he struggled for air.
As his struggles faded with the last of his strength, he felt his spirit break. He had failed and now his children were gone. With that last thought, he stopped struggling.
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