*San Salvador*
"So what are you doing here, Withers?" I am not exactly pleased at what is happening around Sunnydale. Now my 'friend' Peter Withers has shown up.
"I'm here to help you against the Terminator."
"Why are you so interested with all that is happening here? I known you for almost fifteen years. I know its not personal."
"Not personal for a person, but rather than for a future." Angel and Buffy walk into the clearing in the park.
The result is as predicable as gravity. I unsheath my sword and Peter raises his automatic rifle.
"Well, now that's a greeting. What do you mortals want and what the hell was that thing?"
"That thing is a Terminator, which in it's present form, is a vampire cyborg. It programmed is to kill us all. For us all to survive the night, we have to work together to destroy it," Peter says with an authoritive tone.
"Just wondering, why is this thing after me if it is vampire in some ways," Angelus may be a nasty son of a bitch but he is a very smart vampire.
"Easy. It is after Buffy. The second most dangerous person to interfere with the future is you, Angelus. Or rather, your alter ego, Angel. And don't even think about trying to explain that to that Terminator. It is even more narrow minded than your vampires. It has primary programming for two things: Kill You and the Slayer." Peter was definate on that point like he knew about these things in a personal way.
"How do you know so much about this thing?" I had a clue but I ask anyways.
"I come from the year 2029. Skynet send this Terminator back in time to stop me from changing the future by killing Buffy. Somehow she allows the future to be more like today's earth rather than a machine filled hell mostly devoid of free biological beings. "And don't even bother to consider running, Angelus. Skynet had destroyed the Hellmouth and all the vampires before my time. The machines were trying to finish off all humanity in my future. Destroying this Terminator is just as benefical for you as for us. I want a truce with you until this cyborg is dealt with."
"Sounds like I don't even have much of a choice, do I. I agree, human." Peter didn't even relax a bit and didn't even lower his gun even a fraction of an inch.
"Peter, do you have a plan?" "No, Salvador. I'm sorry, I don't. Do you have any weapons that are stronger than this?" He gestures at his gun. Buffy speaks up, "We have a Stella missile launcher. Can that do anything to this Terminator?" "That's good except it would just dodge it if the missle is aimed at it. We need to either incapacitate or distract it." I give Peter a sad look. "I think I know what to do. There is a power transformer just outside of town. Would a massive jolt of electricity incapacitate it, Peter?"
"Yes, but the Terminator wouldn't touch it even in a fight unless. . .no, don't you dare do that Salvador. Don't even think about doing that, it is just plain nuts."
"I know but it is necessary. I am going to need Buffy and Angelus to help me fight the Terminator until we can get it to the transformer. You'll have to line up the shot." I walk out the door. "Any idea where it is?"
"Probably back in the park. It is most likely a fallback position for it." We move out. I tell Peter where I park my jeep. Angelus, Buffy and I get out of the car.
I hiss harsely, "Angelus, if you ever hurt my friends or family, I will hunt you down for all eternity. Every day and night for centuries to come, you will have to worry whether it is your last. Do you get it, bloodsucker." "Yes. I get it and I will kill you the first chance I get." I nod in accordance.
"As it should be. It wouldn't be as much fun if you didn't."
"Fun?" And I left him at that.
*Kelly*
It is nightime now. It is strange but I feel a whole lot better at night than during the day. It has to be the being a bit of a vampire. I crawl out of the basement and walk out of the school. I start walking toward the park because I have the feeling that the action might be there. I hope that I'm not too late.
*San Salvador*
We walk into the park. Angelus was first, I was second, and Buffy was behind us. He notices that he is up front. "You are so scared, aren't you Immortal." "Angelus. I'm just keeping the cannnon fodder up front. Maybe you want to drink some of this water for a warm tingly feeling inside."
"Holy water just doesn't seem to agree with me. Maybe you want me to tear your heart out to keep it from beating so wildly." He's good with a comeback. I'll have to remember that the next time we fight.
A shotgun blast nearly hits us. A rememberable figure is walking toward us. "We've got to hit him now." We surround him in a circular pattern and hit him alternately. Everytime we would hit him, he would hit us five times as hard. We all get knocked around hard. "Split up. Go, go." I pull my sword out and aim a slash at the Terminator. It turns with its game face on. We had managed to get rid of his shotgun but it is still mor powerful than the three of us put together. By the time it throws me away, Angelus and Buffy are gone. It turns to me to obtain the information it would need to find them, I am up and running toward the electrical transformer. I run like the devil is after me, or at least his tinker toy. I dodge trees and bushes with the Terminator less than two yards behind me. I see the trees and bushes part and the uncovered transformer in sight. I slow down a bit and reach it just as the Terminator reaches me. It grabs on to me just as I grab the open wires of the transformer. I loose all the feeling in my body as we are thrown back. The Terminator and I seperate. I turn and and see the metallic skeleton shape of the Terminator before an explosion catches me and I loose consciousness.
*Kelly*
I follow San as the vampire-like thing chases her. She electrocutes herself while she keeps holding onto the vampire. The vampire's skin burns away and shows a metallic body just before an explosion destroys it. I see the vampire, Angelus, come out of the woods and grab San's sword. I start running toward them.
"Too bad Salvador. So close to winning and yet so far. First I'll kill you and then that freak that you live with." He raises the sword. I run up to him and slash his leg with my saber. "Hello 'father', did you miss me." I smile widely and I don't freak for the first time when I feel my game face form. For some reason, it is strangely comforting. I raise my sword slightly and continue grinning. Thank goodness San taught me a few basics with the sword.
"I didn't sire you, you freak." He slashes and I parry.
"You drank from me and I died. I guess you're right since you didn't purposely make me by drinking your blood. But you did make me, technically." We hack and slash at incredible speed as we start our fight. I feel my blood race as we fight each other without a whole lot of skill but with the speed that makes up for it partially. But in the end, I trip and fall on the ground. Angelus stabs downward and two things happen: One is I roll to avoid the sword and a stake hits him in the lower back.
"Angel. These women just saved your life and it isn't polite to kill and run. Maybe you will just want to run." He does so without saying anything.
*San Salvador*
My head pounds like a base drum when I wake up. (Must have gone to a great party.) Then I remember and I can tell that the pounded is probably a buzz combined with a massive headache. I try to open my eyes and find that everything I see is a blur. I tear my eyes until things clear up. I am looking into the face of someone who I didn't know. I try to raise my arm up to grab him and can barely raise it.
"Just relax, San." I look to a side a bit and see Kelly sitting there drinking something.
"I thought I told you to go to Seacouver and stay there."
"I did. . .well after you ended up here. I went to talk to MacLeod and try to convince him to come here. But only Richie was there and he came back with me."
"I remember you now. I had only saw you for a minute when John and I visited you guys in 1996. But, how long have I been out of it?"
"Four days. You been drifting in and out of unconsiousness for the past day. Richie and I got back a little before then."
"Is the Terminator. . ."
"Yes. Wither's rocket blew it up. Angelus tried to kill you but I decided to interfere with that. Peter left soon after we were sure you were going to be all right. He said something about owing you a lot for your help."
I try to sit up. "It wasn't good for you to stay around while this was happening but I thank you a lot for saving my life."
"It's kind of strange getting use to what I am but I am learning. Richie is giving me a few fighting tips and sword tricks. He also said MacLeod would teach me some if I ever I ever want to."
"It is strange, Duncan hasn't mention you except for a few times since I been with him and I get the impression he doesn't like you too much."
"I kinda insulted him a whole lot about twenty-five years ago." I remembered what had happened to drive MacLeod and myself really apart as I told them what happened.
-Flashback- 1976
I had finished my training with Duncan MacLeod around 1960 but I look him up about once a year for a few weeks of practice. I have been training with a few other immortals for some training. While no Immortal gives me much training besides a few moves, I did learn a lot. I also learned a couple of styles of martial arts.
"Your fighting is too stiff. You won't be able to win if you have to fight someone who has had advanced sword training." He knocks me on the leg with the side of his sword.
"Okay. You want to fight that way, fine!" I switch from the stiff motion that I use when training with MacLeod to my dancer's fighting style that I use while training alone and fighting other Immortals. Weaves and bobs, slashes and parries, McLeod was offbalanced enough not to be able to counter easily. I loosened my grip on my sword and he knocked it out of my hand. I flipped up my knives and one, the throwing one, impacted just below his ribs. The other knife I jambed inbetween his ribs and into his heart. He fell over dead almost instantly. I pulled out the knives and used a soft cloth to clean the blood off. I sat down and waited for him to wake up.
"See, I know my stuff and I proved that you don't need a sword to win a fight."
"You cheated. You led me to believe that you weren't any good."
"Cheated my ass, that was winning. You and your damn useless boy scout morals and your stupid sense of honor. I won using blades, that was the important part." My voice raised a couple of levels as I used those scathing remarks. "Useless! You don't even know what honor is. All you do is fight to win no matter what the cost." his voice started rising too. The conversation rapidly went downhill from there.
-Present-
"You pretty much leveled him with your insults, didn't you." Richie said.
"As for everything, I insulted for maximum pain. Afterwards we didn't speak until when you met me in 1996. And your probably heard what Amanda and I did then."
"That was something, wasn't it."
"I won though." "No, Amanda said she won." "It was real close," I admitted. I sit up and look around. I see the Terminator's head on my dresser.
Kelly says, "Peter left it after he removed the CPU and destroyed it. He said something about it being the most dangerous part."
I wonder about one thing though, "What is that stuff in your cup, Kelly?"
"Blood. I was really thirsty after my second fight with Angel. Nothing relieved it until I got some cow's blood." In the end I was wrong in my thinking the things couldn't get much wierder in Sunnydale. It can get a lot wierder.