Spoilers: all seasons especially s4 the part at the ends from it.
A/N: It gets spooky and confusing, but all stories until the end, Read the first chapter okay!
Disclaimer: I do actually own them, kidding, well duh!
Pairings: None really this chapter, a little B/A
Just Breathe
The Fang gang stepped into the hospital waiting room. Angel immediately went to the front desk, impatience, and raw fury coming off him in waves. "Buffy Summers please." He said through clenched teeth. "I'm sorry sir but there still working on her, are you family?" he nodded stiffly. The nurse handed him the `necessary' paper work. "Did you see it on the news sir?" the kindly old nurse asked the vampire. Again he just shook his head stiffly. "I'm terribly sorry that you had to hear a family member was dying on the television. I hope she gets better son." "Thank you." He whispered and stalked off to his friends.
*
"Give her more oxygen." "Uh, her blood pressures down come on people!" "Were losing her!" "Come on little girl just breath okay just breath." They worked on Buffy for over two hours, almost calling it too many times too count. But eventually they stabilized her enough for her to fend for herself. They couldn't do anymore but wait, for what they weren't quite sure.
**
"Hello I'm Dr. Bortolin, I worked on Ms. Summer's today." Introduced a thin woman with dark hair and a broad kind face. "How is she doctor." Wesley spoke with obvious fear. "Well it took sometime but we did stabilize her, but now we get to play the waiting game, its really up to her if she wakes up or just...passes on. I'm sorry that I come of so brash but that's the truth." With a sad look towards the gang of misfits the doctor rose and left. "I...I didn't know this would happen." Spoke a timid Cordelia. "I wouldn't of let her go if I had." "What do you mean let her go?" asked an obviously outraged Angel as his eyes glinted gold.
"The last couple of nights she's been sneaking out. Dennis always wakes me when she leaves. I... I thought that she was just patrolling you know. Its Buffy the slayer, its what she does. But last night she didn't leave till dawn." She finished her little speech in a whisper. Angel hung his head in his hands. "You can see her now if you want, but one at a time okay." Said Dr.Bortolin. Angel got up without a word and headed for Buffy's room.
***
Angel looked at Buffy in shock as he entered the room. She was covered in tubes and wiring into her nose and wrists, she looked pale and weak to Angel. Not her beautiful glowing self. She reeked of death and Angel couldn't tear his eyes away from her. "Hi Buffy." He spoke hoarsely to the sleeping slayer. He clasped her small limp hand into his large strong one. Silent tears pouring onto there link. "I uh I know you probably can't here me but, do you no what happened Buffy? Do you know you almost died again? A scuba diver found at the bottom of the ocean Buffy, blue and cold and lifeless. He a he pulled you to the surface and called 9-1-1. The paramedic's thought you were dead, said you must have been there for an hour at least. But they brought you to the hospital anyways. And the doctors worked on you for a long, long time." He stopped to gain some composure. "And they thought you were dead to. But you came back Buffy you always come back. You're my girl Buffy and I don't
think I can lose you again." He took in and un-needed shaky breath, trying settle the torrent of tears. "Just get better okay Buffy live...for me." He sat there for a few minutes before he let go of her hand; he was at the door when he turned around. "I love you too Angel." She whispered before settling back to sleep. Angel turned around and walked to wards his family.
*****
Buffy's dreams were always things to write about but this one was particularly strange.
Buffy sat on a throne completely structured of bones. She sat there clad in nothing but gauzy material wrapped around from her neck to her mid thighs. She sat there sitting next to A beautiful woman in the same etire as herself. The woman or girl rather had long flowing fire colored hair. Her skin was tanned enough to say that there was probably African blood not far down the line. And her eye's...her eyes were a stormy green ad blue. Buffy looked onto the woman's eyes closely. And saw her own reflection not that right. Her hair was long and a very odd color indeed. It was golden but had a flyaway look to it as if constantly in a breeze. Her eyes were a mossy green color specked with brown. Buffy gazed at the other inhabitants of the room. Angel sat to the side of the girl staring intently at her watery eyes a cold smirk on his face. The others in the looked oddly uncomfortable at the situation all women all wore the same gauzy uniform. But something was different about them
to, they all had either fiery hair or watery eyes or mossy ones or the flyaway hair like herself. But these traits on them were a little duller a little less expressive. In the front row stood Kendra and Faith leading the women. Leading them to a body... her own...five paces away, the hundreds of women made a semi-circle around the fallen slayer. Exactly as she had looked when she had died the second time. Then the other women started to chant, as Angel stood infront of them.
"The power of the slayer and all who yield it. Last to ancient first, we invoke thee. Grant us thy domain and primal strength." Buffy felt herself and her companions start to growl at Angel. "Accept us in the power we possess. Make us mind and heart and spirit joy. Let the hand encompass us. Do thy will." Different members of the group spoke when their turn arrived. "Spiritus...spirit. Animus...heart. Sophus...mind. And manus.the hand." She felt herself say. "We enjoin that we may inhabit the vessel-the hand...daughter of sineya...first of the ones." Buffy saw the first slayer step in front a still smirking angel; there was something about his eyes though they seemed...darker. "We implore thee, admit us, bring us to the vessel take us now." They all shouted together. She felt the girl who also sat at a throne grab her hand as a strange light passed through them. They stood as one, facing what she knew to be Angelus. "So Kesstisus, Aurelius turning against you own kind are
you?" He purred as he addressed the girl and Buffy herself. The girl spoke though. "We may come from darkness and we may return to it but we shall stop you first." She said as we both pointed at him, hands still clasped. "You can't last much longer." He spoke his bravado wavering. Then collectively they all spoke. "We can. We are forever. You could never hope to grasp the source of our power. Then Buffy turned to her companion. "You know what you have to do." The girl said, bloody tears pouring down her face.
*****
Buffy awoke in her hospital room alone. Nothing remained of the dream. Except the ringing words. "You can't last much longer." The words taunted her soul.
A/N: It gets spooky and confusing, but all stories until the end, Read the first chapter okay!
Disclaimer: I do actually own them, kidding, well duh!
Pairings: None really this chapter, a little B/A
Just Breathe
The Fang gang stepped into the hospital waiting room. Angel immediately went to the front desk, impatience, and raw fury coming off him in waves. "Buffy Summers please." He said through clenched teeth. "I'm sorry sir but there still working on her, are you family?" he nodded stiffly. The nurse handed him the `necessary' paper work. "Did you see it on the news sir?" the kindly old nurse asked the vampire. Again he just shook his head stiffly. "I'm terribly sorry that you had to hear a family member was dying on the television. I hope she gets better son." "Thank you." He whispered and stalked off to his friends.
*
"Give her more oxygen." "Uh, her blood pressures down come on people!" "Were losing her!" "Come on little girl just breath okay just breath." They worked on Buffy for over two hours, almost calling it too many times too count. But eventually they stabilized her enough for her to fend for herself. They couldn't do anymore but wait, for what they weren't quite sure.
**
"Hello I'm Dr. Bortolin, I worked on Ms. Summer's today." Introduced a thin woman with dark hair and a broad kind face. "How is she doctor." Wesley spoke with obvious fear. "Well it took sometime but we did stabilize her, but now we get to play the waiting game, its really up to her if she wakes up or just...passes on. I'm sorry that I come of so brash but that's the truth." With a sad look towards the gang of misfits the doctor rose and left. "I...I didn't know this would happen." Spoke a timid Cordelia. "I wouldn't of let her go if I had." "What do you mean let her go?" asked an obviously outraged Angel as his eyes glinted gold.
"The last couple of nights she's been sneaking out. Dennis always wakes me when she leaves. I... I thought that she was just patrolling you know. Its Buffy the slayer, its what she does. But last night she didn't leave till dawn." She finished her little speech in a whisper. Angel hung his head in his hands. "You can see her now if you want, but one at a time okay." Said Dr.Bortolin. Angel got up without a word and headed for Buffy's room.
***
Angel looked at Buffy in shock as he entered the room. She was covered in tubes and wiring into her nose and wrists, she looked pale and weak to Angel. Not her beautiful glowing self. She reeked of death and Angel couldn't tear his eyes away from her. "Hi Buffy." He spoke hoarsely to the sleeping slayer. He clasped her small limp hand into his large strong one. Silent tears pouring onto there link. "I uh I know you probably can't here me but, do you no what happened Buffy? Do you know you almost died again? A scuba diver found at the bottom of the ocean Buffy, blue and cold and lifeless. He a he pulled you to the surface and called 9-1-1. The paramedic's thought you were dead, said you must have been there for an hour at least. But they brought you to the hospital anyways. And the doctors worked on you for a long, long time." He stopped to gain some composure. "And they thought you were dead to. But you came back Buffy you always come back. You're my girl Buffy and I don't
think I can lose you again." He took in and un-needed shaky breath, trying settle the torrent of tears. "Just get better okay Buffy live...for me." He sat there for a few minutes before he let go of her hand; he was at the door when he turned around. "I love you too Angel." She whispered before settling back to sleep. Angel turned around and walked to wards his family.
*****
Buffy's dreams were always things to write about but this one was particularly strange.
Buffy sat on a throne completely structured of bones. She sat there clad in nothing but gauzy material wrapped around from her neck to her mid thighs. She sat there sitting next to A beautiful woman in the same etire as herself. The woman or girl rather had long flowing fire colored hair. Her skin was tanned enough to say that there was probably African blood not far down the line. And her eye's...her eyes were a stormy green ad blue. Buffy looked onto the woman's eyes closely. And saw her own reflection not that right. Her hair was long and a very odd color indeed. It was golden but had a flyaway look to it as if constantly in a breeze. Her eyes were a mossy green color specked with brown. Buffy gazed at the other inhabitants of the room. Angel sat to the side of the girl staring intently at her watery eyes a cold smirk on his face. The others in the looked oddly uncomfortable at the situation all women all wore the same gauzy uniform. But something was different about them
to, they all had either fiery hair or watery eyes or mossy ones or the flyaway hair like herself. But these traits on them were a little duller a little less expressive. In the front row stood Kendra and Faith leading the women. Leading them to a body... her own...five paces away, the hundreds of women made a semi-circle around the fallen slayer. Exactly as she had looked when she had died the second time. Then the other women started to chant, as Angel stood infront of them.
"The power of the slayer and all who yield it. Last to ancient first, we invoke thee. Grant us thy domain and primal strength." Buffy felt herself and her companions start to growl at Angel. "Accept us in the power we possess. Make us mind and heart and spirit joy. Let the hand encompass us. Do thy will." Different members of the group spoke when their turn arrived. "Spiritus...spirit. Animus...heart. Sophus...mind. And manus.the hand." She felt herself say. "We enjoin that we may inhabit the vessel-the hand...daughter of sineya...first of the ones." Buffy saw the first slayer step in front a still smirking angel; there was something about his eyes though they seemed...darker. "We implore thee, admit us, bring us to the vessel take us now." They all shouted together. She felt the girl who also sat at a throne grab her hand as a strange light passed through them. They stood as one, facing what she knew to be Angelus. "So Kesstisus, Aurelius turning against you own kind are
you?" He purred as he addressed the girl and Buffy herself. The girl spoke though. "We may come from darkness and we may return to it but we shall stop you first." She said as we both pointed at him, hands still clasped. "You can't last much longer." He spoke his bravado wavering. Then collectively they all spoke. "We can. We are forever. You could never hope to grasp the source of our power. Then Buffy turned to her companion. "You know what you have to do." The girl said, bloody tears pouring down her face.
*****
Buffy awoke in her hospital room alone. Nothing remained of the dream. Except the ringing words. "You can't last much longer." The words taunted her soul.