Title: Lord Of The Rings
Author: Someguynamedjack
Rating: PG-13
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Spoilers: None
'Professor?'
The Psychology professor turned around to see who had addressed him.
'Ms. Summers?'
Dawn stepped forward into the teachers office, feeling slightly intimidated.
'I have to leave school for a while,' she told him. 'Something's come up. But I will be back.'
'I see. And this has something to do with your sister being the slayer?'
'Yes,' Dawn confessed. 'Pretty much.'
'I understand,' the proffesor said quietly. 'Incidently, someone came past looking for you today. Or something.'
Dawn's nerves suddenly sharpened at these words. 'Something.?'
'A cloaked and hooded rider, in black,' the professor said. 'Looking for Summers. I had the feeling it was not human, as being near the thing filled me with a sense of dread.'
'What did you say to it?' Dawn asked.
'I told it to leave,' he told her. 'It was not happy.'
'I gotta' go,' Dawn said quickly, turned and left.
Less than an hour later, the Xandermobile (as it's owner quite pathetically called it) was leaving Sunnydale, Xander driving, Buffy riding shotgun, and Willow and Dawn in the back seat. Buffy was sat in a scared overwhelmed silence, the ring hanging from a chain around her neck.
'I kinda have a bad feeling about this,' Xander said, 'I mean, last time we fled Sunnydale to hide something it didn't turn out to well.'
No one said anything else. Dawn had already told everyone about her conversation with her professor, and they had all agreed that whatever it was that had gone through the university was most likely looking for Buffy not Dawn, and therefore after the ring.
After a long silence, Xander chirped up, 'who's hungry?'
Less than an hour later, the four of them were sat in some cheap, run down diner, eating cheap, fatty, run down food. After they finished, they paid, didn't tip, and went outside. Xander's car had been completely destroyed. Metal had been mangled, seats had been ripped, the engine was torn apart.
The four of them stared in shock at the wreckage, when Buffy saw, almost off on the horizon, a dark figure on horseback riding off.
Many miles away, in the opposite direction from Sunnydale, law the fortress of Isenguard, the new home of the Watcher's Council. For miles around forest land stretched, other than one small path, of which Giles traveled down in his 'mid-life-crisis' car.
When his car pulled up outside, Quentin Travers was already waiting for him.
'The hour is late, smoke rises from Mount Doom, and Rupert Giles rides to Isenguard,' he said, with a sense of triumph, as Giles stepped out of the car.
'It has been found,' Giles said.
'Professor?'
The Psychology professor turned around to see who had addressed him.
'Ms. Summers?'
Dawn stepped forward into the teachers office, feeling slightly intimidated.
'I have to leave school for a while,' she told him. 'Something's come up. But I will be back.'
'I see. And this has something to do with your sister being the slayer?'
'Yes,' Dawn confessed. 'Pretty much.'
'I understand,' the proffesor said quietly. 'Incidently, someone came past looking for you today. Or something.'
Dawn's nerves suddenly sharpened at these words. 'Something.?'
'A cloaked and hooded rider, in black,' the professor said. 'Looking for Summers. I had the feeling it was not human, as being near the thing filled me with a sense of dread.'
'What did you say to it?' Dawn asked.
'I told it to leave,' he told her. 'It was not happy.'
'I gotta' go,' Dawn said quickly, turned and left.
Less than an hour later, the Xandermobile (as it's owner quite pathetically called it) was leaving Sunnydale, Xander driving, Buffy riding shotgun, and Willow and Dawn in the back seat. Buffy was sat in a scared overwhelmed silence, the ring hanging from a chain around her neck.
'I kinda have a bad feeling about this,' Xander said, 'I mean, last time we fled Sunnydale to hide something it didn't turn out to well.'
No one said anything else. Dawn had already told everyone about her conversation with her professor, and they had all agreed that whatever it was that had gone through the university was most likely looking for Buffy not Dawn, and therefore after the ring.
After a long silence, Xander chirped up, 'who's hungry?'
Less than an hour later, the four of them were sat in some cheap, run down diner, eating cheap, fatty, run down food. After they finished, they paid, didn't tip, and went outside. Xander's car had been completely destroyed. Metal had been mangled, seats had been ripped, the engine was torn apart.
The four of them stared in shock at the wreckage, when Buffy saw, almost off on the horizon, a dark figure on horseback riding off.
Many miles away, in the opposite direction from Sunnydale, law the fortress of Isenguard, the new home of the Watcher's Council. For miles around forest land stretched, other than one small path, of which Giles traveled down in his 'mid-life-crisis' car.
When his car pulled up outside, Quentin Travers was already waiting for him.
'The hour is late, smoke rises from Mount Doom, and Rupert Giles rides to Isenguard,' he said, with a sense of triumph, as Giles stepped out of the car.
'It has been found,' Giles said.