The Final Stand
Part One – This Can't Be Good
Disclaimer: Just a story, yada yada yada, Joss is God, bla bla bla, I lose, hum hum hum, cry a little.
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So red. The sky. Red like blood. Bloody moon. Who would have thought that red was darker than black. Darker, but light. Running. Too many. Fight. Too many. Angel, gone but there. Who? So many faces, loved faces, hated faces, strangers' faces. Screaming. Bloody moon. So red. Red like blood. Giles……Willow…… Wesley…… Giles…Willow…Wesley…Giles
WillowWesleyCordeliaXanderOzTaraGunnSpikeDawnBuffy…ANGEL!
Buffy woke up in shock, as Cordelia slowly descended to the floor, and Lorne fell off his stool as the Quiquash demon kept on singing.
Buffy looked up from the couch where she had been sleeping, and saw Dawn watching her in concern. Cordelia turned to Wesley with eyes round in terror. Lorne picked himself off the floor and ran into Gunn.
DAWN/WESLEY/GUNN: What is it? What did you see?
BUFFY/CORDELIA/LORNE: Uh oh, this can't be good.
DAWN/WESLEY/GUNN: Why were you calling my name?
BUFFY/CORDELIA/GUNN: This is definitely a bad.
DAWN/WESLEY/GUNN: What did you see??!!??
BUFFY/CORDELIA/LORNE:…The end of the world…..
DAWN/WESLEY/GUNN: Again??!!??
Cut to the Magic box, which is still owned by Anya. The current Scoobies are sitting around the table, looking at Buffy in concern.
WILLOW: I'm not sure what to make of this. Demon activity is at an all time low, in Hellmouth terms. There aren't any signs.
AUTUMN (trying to be helpful): I saw my Uncle Aldernahs last week, and he didn't mention that anything was out of alignment.
TARA (hesitantly): M..m..maybe we should call Giles. I know we've been looking out for ourselves lately, but if this is as big as you say it is Buffy, then he might be able to help
XANDER: Before we do anything, Buffy. – Are you sure?
BUFFY (getting angry): How many times do I have to tell it! I'm sure. This isn't just going to be a regular Apocalypse either. Not like we've seen before. This is different. This is big, it's…
Cut to the lobby of the Hyperion. Cordelia and Lorne are trying to explain to Wesley and Gunn, interrupting each other frequently.
CORDELIA: … the end of days.
WESLEY (patient, but slightly patronising): Cordelia, are you sure you're not just… overreacting? A little bit?
Cordelia shoots him a murderous stare, but before she can retort, Lorne breaks in
LORNE: 'fraid not SugarCakes. Cordy here is telling the gospel truth. We're talking catastrophe of Biblical proportions here. Time to start building an Ark, if you know what I mean.
WESLEY: Yes, well. I find it rather strange that the both of you had the same vision at the same time. The Powers that Be usually don't work that way. Perhaps the message could have come from another source. Maybe something was trying to trick you.
GUNN: Or maybe the Powers that Be picked both of you because this is so important. Maybe they wanted to make sure the message was heard.
CORDELIA (looking up): What, so now you don't trust me any more??? I've been your messenger girl for 6 years, and all of a sudden you have doubts about me???
Wesley, Gunn, and Lorne shift their feet uncomfortably as Cordelia yells at the Powers that Be. After a moment of awkward silence, Lorne starts again.
LORNE: Anyways…I agree with Gunn here. This must be a really…
Cut to a darkened board room, filling with people. A man stands at the front, making some sort of presentation.
GLIES (frustrated):…big deal. This is a really really big deal. I don't know how else to explain this to you if you insist on dismissing all of the other proofs that we have amassed. Now, I don't care if you believe me or not. I'm making this our top priority.
Ethan nods approvingly
ETHAN: I'll take make a research coalition, Rupert. Half in the library, half on the street to see what we can dig up.
GILES: Very good, Ethan. Everyone be on your guard. Something just doesn't…
Cut to a rooftop overlooking the Los Angeles skyline. Two silhouettes are framed in the darkness.
OZ:…feel right. It definitely feels…….wrong. Do you feel it?
ANGEL: I do. Do you mind if we cut patrol short tonight? Something is off, and I don't like. Not one little…
Cut to the inside of the Hyperion. The same group as before is standing there, now joined by Fred.
LORNE: …bit. Cordy and I have told you what we saw, and what we plan to do. Are you in or out? What's it going to be children?
WESLEY (grim but resolute): Grab all the scrolls, any pertinent prophesies, and pack a bag. We'll leave…
Cut to a London flat, with two men and one woman inside.
GILES:…immediately. I've already booked tickets. Is everyone…
ETHAN (interrupting): yes. Ready to leave on your order.
OLIVIA: Rupert?..Ethan? Will one of you please tell me what's going on?
GILES: Pack your bag Olivia. We're leaving, and we might not live to return.
OLIVIA (looking scared): Where are we going Rupert?
GILES: Hurry, hurry! We don't have any…
Cut to a military base. Figures in black stand outside a transport, watching the officer who is clearly in command speak into his walky-talky
RILEY: …time to waste. My squad is leaving right now, and we'll rendezvous in…
Cut to inside a tent. It's dark and smoky with incense. A blond figure and a hooded one sit around a table containing a single crystal ball. The blond figure looks horrified.
SPIKE:… Sunnydale.
Part One – This Can't Be Good
Disclaimer: Just a story, yada yada yada, Joss is God, bla bla bla, I lose, hum hum hum, cry a little.
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So red. The sky. Red like blood. Bloody moon. Who would have thought that red was darker than black. Darker, but light. Running. Too many. Fight. Too many. Angel, gone but there. Who? So many faces, loved faces, hated faces, strangers' faces. Screaming. Bloody moon. So red. Red like blood. Giles……Willow…… Wesley…… Giles…Willow…Wesley…Giles
WillowWesleyCordeliaXanderOzTaraGunnSpikeDawnBuffy…ANGEL!
Buffy woke up in shock, as Cordelia slowly descended to the floor, and Lorne fell off his stool as the Quiquash demon kept on singing.
Buffy looked up from the couch where she had been sleeping, and saw Dawn watching her in concern. Cordelia turned to Wesley with eyes round in terror. Lorne picked himself off the floor and ran into Gunn.
DAWN/WESLEY/GUNN: What is it? What did you see?
BUFFY/CORDELIA/LORNE: Uh oh, this can't be good.
DAWN/WESLEY/GUNN: Why were you calling my name?
BUFFY/CORDELIA/GUNN: This is definitely a bad.
DAWN/WESLEY/GUNN: What did you see??!!??
BUFFY/CORDELIA/LORNE:…The end of the world…..
DAWN/WESLEY/GUNN: Again??!!??
Cut to the Magic box, which is still owned by Anya. The current Scoobies are sitting around the table, looking at Buffy in concern.
WILLOW: I'm not sure what to make of this. Demon activity is at an all time low, in Hellmouth terms. There aren't any signs.
AUTUMN (trying to be helpful): I saw my Uncle Aldernahs last week, and he didn't mention that anything was out of alignment.
TARA (hesitantly): M..m..maybe we should call Giles. I know we've been looking out for ourselves lately, but if this is as big as you say it is Buffy, then he might be able to help
XANDER: Before we do anything, Buffy. – Are you sure?
BUFFY (getting angry): How many times do I have to tell it! I'm sure. This isn't just going to be a regular Apocalypse either. Not like we've seen before. This is different. This is big, it's…
Cut to the lobby of the Hyperion. Cordelia and Lorne are trying to explain to Wesley and Gunn, interrupting each other frequently.
CORDELIA: … the end of days.
WESLEY (patient, but slightly patronising): Cordelia, are you sure you're not just… overreacting? A little bit?
Cordelia shoots him a murderous stare, but before she can retort, Lorne breaks in
LORNE: 'fraid not SugarCakes. Cordy here is telling the gospel truth. We're talking catastrophe of Biblical proportions here. Time to start building an Ark, if you know what I mean.
WESLEY: Yes, well. I find it rather strange that the both of you had the same vision at the same time. The Powers that Be usually don't work that way. Perhaps the message could have come from another source. Maybe something was trying to trick you.
GUNN: Or maybe the Powers that Be picked both of you because this is so important. Maybe they wanted to make sure the message was heard.
CORDELIA (looking up): What, so now you don't trust me any more??? I've been your messenger girl for 6 years, and all of a sudden you have doubts about me???
Wesley, Gunn, and Lorne shift their feet uncomfortably as Cordelia yells at the Powers that Be. After a moment of awkward silence, Lorne starts again.
LORNE: Anyways…I agree with Gunn here. This must be a really…
Cut to a darkened board room, filling with people. A man stands at the front, making some sort of presentation.
GLIES (frustrated):…big deal. This is a really really big deal. I don't know how else to explain this to you if you insist on dismissing all of the other proofs that we have amassed. Now, I don't care if you believe me or not. I'm making this our top priority.
Ethan nods approvingly
ETHAN: I'll take make a research coalition, Rupert. Half in the library, half on the street to see what we can dig up.
GILES: Very good, Ethan. Everyone be on your guard. Something just doesn't…
Cut to a rooftop overlooking the Los Angeles skyline. Two silhouettes are framed in the darkness.
OZ:…feel right. It definitely feels…….wrong. Do you feel it?
ANGEL: I do. Do you mind if we cut patrol short tonight? Something is off, and I don't like. Not one little…
Cut to the inside of the Hyperion. The same group as before is standing there, now joined by Fred.
LORNE: …bit. Cordy and I have told you what we saw, and what we plan to do. Are you in or out? What's it going to be children?
WESLEY (grim but resolute): Grab all the scrolls, any pertinent prophesies, and pack a bag. We'll leave…
Cut to a London flat, with two men and one woman inside.
GILES:…immediately. I've already booked tickets. Is everyone…
ETHAN (interrupting): yes. Ready to leave on your order.
OLIVIA: Rupert?..Ethan? Will one of you please tell me what's going on?
GILES: Pack your bag Olivia. We're leaving, and we might not live to return.
OLIVIA (looking scared): Where are we going Rupert?
GILES: Hurry, hurry! We don't have any…
Cut to a military base. Figures in black stand outside a transport, watching the officer who is clearly in command speak into his walky-talky
RILEY: …time to waste. My squad is leaving right now, and we'll rendezvous in…
Cut to inside a tent. It's dark and smoky with incense. A blond figure and a hooded one sit around a table containing a single crystal ball. The blond figure looks horrified.
SPIKE:… Sunnydale.