Title: Rain Falls On the Just (12/?)
Author: Jeffrey Patrick
Type: B/X… but don't tell!
Description: Conspiracy, life altering events and love. Three things we love and hate.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a deflated football and a penchant for digressing. Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and the fab folks of the WB own Buffy and all related characters. I just bend them to my will.
The seer was used to beholding strange spectacles. It came with the territory. From demons to giant sand slugs, her clientele was unusual to say the least. Still, when the door to her small hut came crashing in, she nearly lost her breath. It had been over a thousand years since she had laid eyes on a human. The man held a young woman's unconscious form in his arms, though he was barely able to stand himself. They were blistered from the suns and badly dehydrated.
"We need your help," the man said.
"No," she said, looking away. "You need the help of someone who cares."
"I can't understand you," the man said. "Do you speak English?"
She glared at him.
"Can you-a understand-o?"
The seer stood to her feet and began shoving them out the door. "You are not welcome here. Go, before I eat you alive."
The man grabbed her by the throat, nearly dropping the woman in his arms. "I'm not going until you help me? Do you understand? Is this getting through the language barrier?"
"Just because you are too feeble to understand me does not mean I cannot understand you," the seer said, gasping for breath.
"Whatever you're saying, it doesn't sound helpful. Have a seat." The man shoved her to the ground before gently laying the woman in his arms on the table. "I need water and a little magical help. I'm betting you can help me on both counts."
"I would sooner die." The seer reached into her robe to find the dagger she always kept concealed. But before she could attack the intruder, she felt someone else inside her, fighting for control. "What have you done to me?" she asked the man.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "You look scared all of a sudden. I just need you to help my friend. No one has to get hurt. I'll do anything you ask. Just help us."
"Okay," the demon said in a strangely familiar voice. "Do the Snoopy dance for me, and I'll see what I can do."
Xander looked at the demon, his eyes wide with amazement. "That was English. How… how do you know about the Snoopy dance?"
"Xander," the demon seer said. "It's me. It's Willow."
"Yeesh. This dump is a place," the Host said.
Oz stepped out of the bathroom, taking one more look around the motel room. "Yeah. They were here, but I can't find any clues as to where they may have gone. You getting anything?"
"Sing something."
"Okay." Oz thought for a minute. "On the good ship Lollipop, it's a sweet trip to the candy shop where bon-bons play…"
"Okay, please. That's enough. Your song choices are always interesting to say the least."
"Anything?"
"They're close. We need to keep going. I saw a bar I know of. It's a few blocks from here."
"Then let's go."
"Slow down, Kemosabe. We need to be careful. These guys play hardball, remember?"
"Yeah, but they have my friend's baby. You can stay if you want, but I'm going."
"That's alright, kid. I saw myself with you, so I'll go. I just want to know what we do once we find the kid."
"We get him away from his father and run like hell."
"Good plan."
"So it worked?" Buffy asked. "He fell for it?"
"Hook, line and sinker," Faith said. "He's convinced I'll turn on you. I was surprised he didn't try to recruit me on the way back to Giles' place."
"Angelus is far too crafty for that," Giles said. "He won't make a move, until he's certain of the outcome. At least Oz managed to get away."
"Yeah. And Willow should be making contact with Xander and Cordelia. So far, so good."
"I wonder if Angel wanted to patrol on his own so he could contact Wolfram and Hart," Faith said. "I mean, he really pushed to go alone. That can't be coincidence."
"I'm certain it isn't," Giles agreed. "We must keep a close eye on him. Despite our knowledge of his treachery, he is still very dangerous."
"In the worst way," Buffy added. "He's enjoying all this. He may eventually decide he's tired of waiting. We need to stay ready. And hope to God that Willow and Tara know what they're doing."
"I have no idea what I'm doing," Willow said, lighting the candles for the spell.
"What else is new?" Cordelia asked. Xander was holding a cool rag to her head. It had taken some convincing, but they both believed that the seer before them was being possessed by their friend, Willow Rosenberg.
"Cut her some slack, Queen C," Xander said. "She didn't get the luxury of traveling via a portal like we did. Anya will help her get us back. Won't you, An?"
"That is the plan," the ghost beside him said. "Fates be willing."
"We'll make it," Xander said. "We all will."
"Promise?" Cordelia asked, leaning against him.
"I promise."
Author: Jeffrey Patrick
Type: B/X… but don't tell!
Description: Conspiracy, life altering events and love. Three things we love and hate.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a deflated football and a penchant for digressing. Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and the fab folks of the WB own Buffy and all related characters. I just bend them to my will.
The seer was used to beholding strange spectacles. It came with the territory. From demons to giant sand slugs, her clientele was unusual to say the least. Still, when the door to her small hut came crashing in, she nearly lost her breath. It had been over a thousand years since she had laid eyes on a human. The man held a young woman's unconscious form in his arms, though he was barely able to stand himself. They were blistered from the suns and badly dehydrated.
"We need your help," the man said.
"No," she said, looking away. "You need the help of someone who cares."
"I can't understand you," the man said. "Do you speak English?"
She glared at him.
"Can you-a understand-o?"
The seer stood to her feet and began shoving them out the door. "You are not welcome here. Go, before I eat you alive."
The man grabbed her by the throat, nearly dropping the woman in his arms. "I'm not going until you help me? Do you understand? Is this getting through the language barrier?"
"Just because you are too feeble to understand me does not mean I cannot understand you," the seer said, gasping for breath.
"Whatever you're saying, it doesn't sound helpful. Have a seat." The man shoved her to the ground before gently laying the woman in his arms on the table. "I need water and a little magical help. I'm betting you can help me on both counts."
"I would sooner die." The seer reached into her robe to find the dagger she always kept concealed. But before she could attack the intruder, she felt someone else inside her, fighting for control. "What have you done to me?" she asked the man.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "You look scared all of a sudden. I just need you to help my friend. No one has to get hurt. I'll do anything you ask. Just help us."
"Okay," the demon said in a strangely familiar voice. "Do the Snoopy dance for me, and I'll see what I can do."
Xander looked at the demon, his eyes wide with amazement. "That was English. How… how do you know about the Snoopy dance?"
"Xander," the demon seer said. "It's me. It's Willow."
"Yeesh. This dump is a place," the Host said.
Oz stepped out of the bathroom, taking one more look around the motel room. "Yeah. They were here, but I can't find any clues as to where they may have gone. You getting anything?"
"Sing something."
"Okay." Oz thought for a minute. "On the good ship Lollipop, it's a sweet trip to the candy shop where bon-bons play…"
"Okay, please. That's enough. Your song choices are always interesting to say the least."
"Anything?"
"They're close. We need to keep going. I saw a bar I know of. It's a few blocks from here."
"Then let's go."
"Slow down, Kemosabe. We need to be careful. These guys play hardball, remember?"
"Yeah, but they have my friend's baby. You can stay if you want, but I'm going."
"That's alright, kid. I saw myself with you, so I'll go. I just want to know what we do once we find the kid."
"We get him away from his father and run like hell."
"Good plan."
"So it worked?" Buffy asked. "He fell for it?"
"Hook, line and sinker," Faith said. "He's convinced I'll turn on you. I was surprised he didn't try to recruit me on the way back to Giles' place."
"Angelus is far too crafty for that," Giles said. "He won't make a move, until he's certain of the outcome. At least Oz managed to get away."
"Yeah. And Willow should be making contact with Xander and Cordelia. So far, so good."
"I wonder if Angel wanted to patrol on his own so he could contact Wolfram and Hart," Faith said. "I mean, he really pushed to go alone. That can't be coincidence."
"I'm certain it isn't," Giles agreed. "We must keep a close eye on him. Despite our knowledge of his treachery, he is still very dangerous."
"In the worst way," Buffy added. "He's enjoying all this. He may eventually decide he's tired of waiting. We need to stay ready. And hope to God that Willow and Tara know what they're doing."
"I have no idea what I'm doing," Willow said, lighting the candles for the spell.
"What else is new?" Cordelia asked. Xander was holding a cool rag to her head. It had taken some convincing, but they both believed that the seer before them was being possessed by their friend, Willow Rosenberg.
"Cut her some slack, Queen C," Xander said. "She didn't get the luxury of traveling via a portal like we did. Anya will help her get us back. Won't you, An?"
"That is the plan," the ghost beside him said. "Fates be willing."
"We'll make it," Xander said. "We all will."
"Promise?" Cordelia asked, leaning against him.
"I promise."