Title: Fallen
Author: LanaraofEarth
Rating: PG-13 ish...maybe R later on
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series are not mine and never will be, no matter how much I might wish otherwise. The characters of both shows belong to Joss Wedon, Fox and other people and companies that I can't remember right at this moment.
Summary: After being shunned by the gang in LA, Wesley leaves and ends up in Sunnydale. Possibly Wes and Buffy shippiness
Note: Words etc. in * are a character's inner thoughts/dialogue.
* Part 3 *
Buffy ran the cold, wet hand towel over her face one more time as she tried to collect herself before either Willow or Dawn returned.
The coolness of the cloth soothed her reddened cheeks and helped to alleviate the dull thump of an impending headache.
After she had calmed herself down enough, Buffy had called Xander and Tara and told them that there was an emergency meeting of the Scooby gang and to come to her place ASAP.
Anya was still nowhere to be found and although Buffy was worried about her friend, at the moment she had a somewhat more pressing issue to deal with.
* So much for having a day off, * Buffy thought, * Not that you really mind * that niggling voice piped in. * You can't tell me that the idea of sitting around and not doing much or having something to focus was actually all that appealing to you in the first place. All that time, alone, thinking about everything or nothing…and then those feelings start to emerge. Slowly at first seeping in until they consumed you and you couldn't fight them off anymore…*
"Stop it, Stop it!" Buffy screamed.
"Stop what?" Dawn inquired as she entered the kitchen and made her way to the fridge.
Realizing that she had spoken out loud Buffy turned away from her sibling and ran a weary hand over her face.
"That annoying squirrel was back chewing at the wire mesh again." Buffy lied effortlessly.
Dawn nodded, accepting the lie without a second thought.
"Ok, well, I'll see you later, Buffy"
Buffy whipped around to Dawn, "Hold it!"
Dawn froze in her tracks and turned around to face her sister, a defiant look crossing her features as her hand came to rest on her right hip.
Buffy quickly picked up a brown bag by the fridge, walked over to Dawn and handed her the bag.
Dawn gave the paper bag a highly sceptical look as she asked, "What is this?"
"Lunch."
Dawn's eyes bugged out, "You made me lunch?"
Buffy rolled her eyes heavenward, "No, it's a freeze dried demon head. Indie did it, why not you?"
Dawn narrowed her eyes at her sister before turning her back and walking through the living room towards the front door.
Willow entered the room a minute later as Buffy heard the sound of the front door opening and she quickly yelled out "Go to the Magick Shoppe right after school!"
All she received by way of an answer was the slamming of the front door.
Willow frowned at the noise, "What was that about?"
Buffy shrugged her shoulders in nonchalance, "demon heads and Indiana Jones movies."
Willow blinked, "Right, forget that I asked. So, are you ready to have a day of fun at the mall…. whoa, that sounded weird."
Buffy smiled at her friend's antics, "Umm, actually we are going to have to rain cheque on the valley girl routine for the moment."
Willows frown returned, "Oh."
Buffy continued, "Cordelia called. Something horrible has happened and they need our help."
Willow was instantly alert, "What happened? What do they need us to do? Did you call the others? I'm not sure about Anya, though, I don't think that she would want to be here, although she could be useful, then again, I don't even know where she is and…"
Buffy grinned, genuinely, at her friends babbling before she cut in, "I called Xander and Tara and told them that there was an urgent Scooby meeting. They're on their way over. I hope that's ok?"
Willow nodded emphatically, a ecstatic smile appearing on her face at the mention of her ex girlfriends name, "Of course that's ok, why wouldn't that be...oh right, but we're ok now, I mean not like OK back to being a couple OK but, ok…ok?"
Buffy nodded and smiled used to the Wicca's round about way of saying things, although her head was spinning a little, "O.K…so they are on their way, major research party and there we go."
"What about Xander's work?"
Buffy started to make another pot of coffee for the arrival of their friends as she responded, "He's on his honeymoon, remember, or, at least what would have been his and Anya's honeymoon. He's taken the time that he had booked off to think and stuff. Remember?"
"Oh…right…ok. What about Spike?"
The coffee pot went crashing into the sink at the mention of the neutered vampires name.
Buffy took a deep breath to collect herself before she responded, "Spike? Umm, it's daytime, so, he can't come out. You know, turning into a crispy critter and all that not being very appealing to our resident vamp."
*Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Summers…then, maybe you'll actually start to believe it. * The niggling voice interjected.
"Besides," Buffy continued on, "I doubt Spike would be all that willing and ready to do research of any kind when he found out that it would help his sire. Those two aren't really on the best of terms, what with the decades of hatred and all."
As soon as Tara and Xander had arrived everyone assembled in the living room to discuss the issue at hand.
Buffy explained the situation to everyone, amidst disbelief at the mention of two vampires conceiving a human child.
Once everyone knew the situation, they began to discuss what they were going to do about it.
Buffy took charge and began allotting assignments, first she turned to her best friend, "Willow, you're net girl. I want you to look for any information on the demon dimension Quor-Toth. Rituals, portals, demons with the power to open portals etc. I want all of it."
Willow nodded.
Buffy then turned to the other Wicca in the room, "Tara, I want you to look at spells and rituals. But I want you to search through all of the books that we have. I have a key to the Magick Shoppe from when Giles still owned it. Take it and start researching."
Tara nodded her assent.
Buffy then turned to the last occupant in the room, "Xander, I know that this is a difficult time for you and I am sorry to drag you into this, but I need your help with this."
Xander shook his head as he stood up in front of his friend, "No apologies necessary, Buff. I want to help. Plus, it's better than me moping around at that nasty hotel room, which, by the way, is scarier than the Mayor Monster."
Buffy smiled, "Ok, Xander, I want you to go to Spikes crypt. I know that it's not exactly your favourite job in the whole world, but I trust you to keep him in line. Go to him; find out what he knows about the Quor-Toth dimension. Then, I want you to drag his sorry ass to his contacts, find out what they know. If you don't get anything useful I want you to join Tara at the Magick Shoppe and help with the research there. Got it?"
Xander raised his hand in a mock salute, "Aye Aye, Buff."
"Alright and I will go to Willies, see what I can dig up and then I have a few more contacts that I want to try out, when I'm done I'll meet you guys at the Magick Shoppe and we will go from there. Ok, so let's do this."
Everyone nodded and broke off to go perform their allotted tasks.
Buffy followed Willow and Tara as they went into the dining room to collect Willows laptop.
"Guys, I told Dawn to head over to the Magick Shoppe after school, can you guys watch out for her until I get back?"
Both Wicca's nodded and Tara spoke up, "Of course, we'll make sure that Xander orders some pizza too."
Buffy smiled, "Thanks guys. Oh and, once she's done her homework, she can help out with the research."
"Sure." Willow replied.
With that, Buffy headed to the hallway, retrieved her black leather jacket and, clad in form fitting dark blue jeans and a semi transparent red shirt, reminiscent of the sixties, she followed Xander out of the door.
*************************************
Willies bar never changed, the slayer mused as she entered the bar and pushed through the tacky wooden beads hanging over the entrance.
Buffy had sensed the presence of demons when she had approached the building, and now, she saw five vampires spread out around the place, two Bellarus demons, a Svalock demon, a Dravlin shaman and three humans. In total there were twelve occupants in the bar.
* Not a problem, * Buffy thought. Bellarus demons were slow and Svalock demons, though strong, usually tended to avoid confrontations.
Buffy strode purposefully over to the bar, where Willie currently had his back to her.
Some of the older vamps chose to leave as they sensed the power of the slayer and Buffy watched their movement out of the corner of her eye.
The rest of the occupants were made aware of her presence by Willie's not so subtle greeting once he turned around.
"Slayer! Hey, how are ya, Slayer? How's life treatin' the CHOSEN ONE!!" The latter sentence was yelled.
Buffy suppressed a groan at Willies attempt to alert the demonic occupants of the room to her presence.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to her, one of the bars occupants raised their head from their table, ears picking up on the word, "slayer".
"So, what can I get for you kid? Got some fine Coralian Rum in here this week. Good stuff, it'll make you grow hair on your chest."
Buffy smiled tolerantly, "As appealing as the idea of having a hairy chest is, I think I'll pass, thanks Willie."
Willie shrugged, no skin off his back, a sober slayer was a less violent slayer. He remembered that from the time that other slayer chick had been in town, the decidedly less sane one of the two.
"Well, if you didn't come here to drink, then what can I do you for? And, just so you know, I would really like it if I didn't get beat up tonight. It makes me look bad in front of the ladies, you know?"
Buffy followed Willies gaze to the two female Bellarus demons sitting in the back. They smiled and blew the bar owner a kiss, with all four of their tongues.
Buffy turned to the bartender with a grimace of disgust, "Of course. I wouldn't want to deny you that…pleasure. *cough* I just want to talk."
Willie raised an eyebrow and waved his hand in the air as he picked up a bottle of vodka, "About? Come on, kid, you gotta give me a little more than silence to go on."
Buffy responded as she leant against the bar, "I'm wondering if you know anything about a certain demon dimension called Quor-Toth."
Willie stopped mid-poor and he set aside the bottle, " Quor-Toth, as in the demon dimension that you can only open once or else all hell breaks loose...and I'm talkin' literally here, kid."
Buffy tilted her head, "None other. What do you know?"
Willie moved to the other end of the bar for a moment to take an order, and then came back to the blonde.
"That place is bad news kid, dangerous. Anyone stupid enough to open a portal to that place needs a nice padded cell to go to."
Buffy grinned, "Then sign me up, Doctor."
Willie's eyes widened considerably and he dropped the bottle that was in his hands.
Buffy let out a snort of laughter and brushed back a stray strand of hair.
Willie hurried over to the slayers side and leaned in to whisper, "Please tell me that you're kiddin', kid. This ain't no simple portal we're talkin' about. This is a tear in the wall between dimensions. Somethin' like that can't happen too much, else the wall breaks, and then there's nothin' to stop all of the dimensions from meltin' together into one big gooey, bloody mess. Goodbye hellmouth and goodbye universe."
"I know the dramatics, Willie. But there has to be a way in and out, one that won't destroy existence as we know it in the process."
That was when a drunken voice decided to join in. "I'd like to schee you bloody twy."
The man in the corner who had been half listening to the conversation took another swig of the bottle of gin in front of him.
Buffy ignored the man and continued to talk to Willie, "Willie, you must know something or at least know someone who does. This is important."
When Willie didn't reply immediately, Buffy pouted her lips slightly and blinked innocently at the bar owner.
Willie ran a hand through his greasy hair and leaned in to the slayer, "I might know someone who could help you out slayer, but you can't tell him that I sent you or that I told you anything. This guy is scary…scarier than Spike's psycho girlfriend Drusilla even. I don't want him comin' in here gunnin' for me. I happen to like havin' my head attached to my neck."
The slurred voice interrupted again, "That would be nicshe wouldn't it? I can't even feel my head anymore."
Buffy gave the man an annoyed glare but continued to ignore him; the drunk was hardly worth her time. Although the voice did sound familiar, but she didn't have the patience to figure out why at that particular moment.
"Gimme' a name Willie, or an address."
The drunk piped in again, "Won't do you any soddin' good, none of it. There'sh notink to be done 'bout it. It'sh all over. He'sh gone and dere's no way to get him back. Not from there."
Buffy turned to face the inebriated eavesdropper as Willie went to tend to another customer, "You know, as much you're optimism is really cheering me up and all, do you think you could shut up for two seconds."
The man pushed his chair back and stood to his feet unsteadily as he replied in a slightly elevated voice, "Now lishen here mishy, I don preciate your attitude. I'm your watsher and I desherve some ressspecttt."
Buffy's brow creased in confusion as the man wobbled over to her.
Suddenly, she realized why the voice had sounded so familiar; there was an accent to his voice…
The man stumbled into the overhead light and suddenly the dishevelled form of Wesley Wyndam-Price emerged.
* End Part 3 *
Author: LanaraofEarth
Rating: PG-13 ish...maybe R later on
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series are not mine and never will be, no matter how much I might wish otherwise. The characters of both shows belong to Joss Wedon, Fox and other people and companies that I can't remember right at this moment.
Summary: After being shunned by the gang in LA, Wesley leaves and ends up in Sunnydale. Possibly Wes and Buffy shippiness
Note: Words etc. in * are a character's inner thoughts/dialogue.
* Part 3 *
Buffy ran the cold, wet hand towel over her face one more time as she tried to collect herself before either Willow or Dawn returned.
The coolness of the cloth soothed her reddened cheeks and helped to alleviate the dull thump of an impending headache.
After she had calmed herself down enough, Buffy had called Xander and Tara and told them that there was an emergency meeting of the Scooby gang and to come to her place ASAP.
Anya was still nowhere to be found and although Buffy was worried about her friend, at the moment she had a somewhat more pressing issue to deal with.
* So much for having a day off, * Buffy thought, * Not that you really mind * that niggling voice piped in. * You can't tell me that the idea of sitting around and not doing much or having something to focus was actually all that appealing to you in the first place. All that time, alone, thinking about everything or nothing…and then those feelings start to emerge. Slowly at first seeping in until they consumed you and you couldn't fight them off anymore…*
"Stop it, Stop it!" Buffy screamed.
"Stop what?" Dawn inquired as she entered the kitchen and made her way to the fridge.
Realizing that she had spoken out loud Buffy turned away from her sibling and ran a weary hand over her face.
"That annoying squirrel was back chewing at the wire mesh again." Buffy lied effortlessly.
Dawn nodded, accepting the lie without a second thought.
"Ok, well, I'll see you later, Buffy"
Buffy whipped around to Dawn, "Hold it!"
Dawn froze in her tracks and turned around to face her sister, a defiant look crossing her features as her hand came to rest on her right hip.
Buffy quickly picked up a brown bag by the fridge, walked over to Dawn and handed her the bag.
Dawn gave the paper bag a highly sceptical look as she asked, "What is this?"
"Lunch."
Dawn's eyes bugged out, "You made me lunch?"
Buffy rolled her eyes heavenward, "No, it's a freeze dried demon head. Indie did it, why not you?"
Dawn narrowed her eyes at her sister before turning her back and walking through the living room towards the front door.
Willow entered the room a minute later as Buffy heard the sound of the front door opening and she quickly yelled out "Go to the Magick Shoppe right after school!"
All she received by way of an answer was the slamming of the front door.
Willow frowned at the noise, "What was that about?"
Buffy shrugged her shoulders in nonchalance, "demon heads and Indiana Jones movies."
Willow blinked, "Right, forget that I asked. So, are you ready to have a day of fun at the mall…. whoa, that sounded weird."
Buffy smiled at her friend's antics, "Umm, actually we are going to have to rain cheque on the valley girl routine for the moment."
Willows frown returned, "Oh."
Buffy continued, "Cordelia called. Something horrible has happened and they need our help."
Willow was instantly alert, "What happened? What do they need us to do? Did you call the others? I'm not sure about Anya, though, I don't think that she would want to be here, although she could be useful, then again, I don't even know where she is and…"
Buffy grinned, genuinely, at her friends babbling before she cut in, "I called Xander and Tara and told them that there was an urgent Scooby meeting. They're on their way over. I hope that's ok?"
Willow nodded emphatically, a ecstatic smile appearing on her face at the mention of her ex girlfriends name, "Of course that's ok, why wouldn't that be...oh right, but we're ok now, I mean not like OK back to being a couple OK but, ok…ok?"
Buffy nodded and smiled used to the Wicca's round about way of saying things, although her head was spinning a little, "O.K…so they are on their way, major research party and there we go."
"What about Xander's work?"
Buffy started to make another pot of coffee for the arrival of their friends as she responded, "He's on his honeymoon, remember, or, at least what would have been his and Anya's honeymoon. He's taken the time that he had booked off to think and stuff. Remember?"
"Oh…right…ok. What about Spike?"
The coffee pot went crashing into the sink at the mention of the neutered vampires name.
Buffy took a deep breath to collect herself before she responded, "Spike? Umm, it's daytime, so, he can't come out. You know, turning into a crispy critter and all that not being very appealing to our resident vamp."
*Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Summers…then, maybe you'll actually start to believe it. * The niggling voice interjected.
"Besides," Buffy continued on, "I doubt Spike would be all that willing and ready to do research of any kind when he found out that it would help his sire. Those two aren't really on the best of terms, what with the decades of hatred and all."
As soon as Tara and Xander had arrived everyone assembled in the living room to discuss the issue at hand.
Buffy explained the situation to everyone, amidst disbelief at the mention of two vampires conceiving a human child.
Once everyone knew the situation, they began to discuss what they were going to do about it.
Buffy took charge and began allotting assignments, first she turned to her best friend, "Willow, you're net girl. I want you to look for any information on the demon dimension Quor-Toth. Rituals, portals, demons with the power to open portals etc. I want all of it."
Willow nodded.
Buffy then turned to the other Wicca in the room, "Tara, I want you to look at spells and rituals. But I want you to search through all of the books that we have. I have a key to the Magick Shoppe from when Giles still owned it. Take it and start researching."
Tara nodded her assent.
Buffy then turned to the last occupant in the room, "Xander, I know that this is a difficult time for you and I am sorry to drag you into this, but I need your help with this."
Xander shook his head as he stood up in front of his friend, "No apologies necessary, Buff. I want to help. Plus, it's better than me moping around at that nasty hotel room, which, by the way, is scarier than the Mayor Monster."
Buffy smiled, "Ok, Xander, I want you to go to Spikes crypt. I know that it's not exactly your favourite job in the whole world, but I trust you to keep him in line. Go to him; find out what he knows about the Quor-Toth dimension. Then, I want you to drag his sorry ass to his contacts, find out what they know. If you don't get anything useful I want you to join Tara at the Magick Shoppe and help with the research there. Got it?"
Xander raised his hand in a mock salute, "Aye Aye, Buff."
"Alright and I will go to Willies, see what I can dig up and then I have a few more contacts that I want to try out, when I'm done I'll meet you guys at the Magick Shoppe and we will go from there. Ok, so let's do this."
Everyone nodded and broke off to go perform their allotted tasks.
Buffy followed Willow and Tara as they went into the dining room to collect Willows laptop.
"Guys, I told Dawn to head over to the Magick Shoppe after school, can you guys watch out for her until I get back?"
Both Wicca's nodded and Tara spoke up, "Of course, we'll make sure that Xander orders some pizza too."
Buffy smiled, "Thanks guys. Oh and, once she's done her homework, she can help out with the research."
"Sure." Willow replied.
With that, Buffy headed to the hallway, retrieved her black leather jacket and, clad in form fitting dark blue jeans and a semi transparent red shirt, reminiscent of the sixties, she followed Xander out of the door.
*************************************
Willies bar never changed, the slayer mused as she entered the bar and pushed through the tacky wooden beads hanging over the entrance.
Buffy had sensed the presence of demons when she had approached the building, and now, she saw five vampires spread out around the place, two Bellarus demons, a Svalock demon, a Dravlin shaman and three humans. In total there were twelve occupants in the bar.
* Not a problem, * Buffy thought. Bellarus demons were slow and Svalock demons, though strong, usually tended to avoid confrontations.
Buffy strode purposefully over to the bar, where Willie currently had his back to her.
Some of the older vamps chose to leave as they sensed the power of the slayer and Buffy watched their movement out of the corner of her eye.
The rest of the occupants were made aware of her presence by Willie's not so subtle greeting once he turned around.
"Slayer! Hey, how are ya, Slayer? How's life treatin' the CHOSEN ONE!!" The latter sentence was yelled.
Buffy suppressed a groan at Willies attempt to alert the demonic occupants of the room to her presence.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to her, one of the bars occupants raised their head from their table, ears picking up on the word, "slayer".
"So, what can I get for you kid? Got some fine Coralian Rum in here this week. Good stuff, it'll make you grow hair on your chest."
Buffy smiled tolerantly, "As appealing as the idea of having a hairy chest is, I think I'll pass, thanks Willie."
Willie shrugged, no skin off his back, a sober slayer was a less violent slayer. He remembered that from the time that other slayer chick had been in town, the decidedly less sane one of the two.
"Well, if you didn't come here to drink, then what can I do you for? And, just so you know, I would really like it if I didn't get beat up tonight. It makes me look bad in front of the ladies, you know?"
Buffy followed Willies gaze to the two female Bellarus demons sitting in the back. They smiled and blew the bar owner a kiss, with all four of their tongues.
Buffy turned to the bartender with a grimace of disgust, "Of course. I wouldn't want to deny you that…pleasure. *cough* I just want to talk."
Willie raised an eyebrow and waved his hand in the air as he picked up a bottle of vodka, "About? Come on, kid, you gotta give me a little more than silence to go on."
Buffy responded as she leant against the bar, "I'm wondering if you know anything about a certain demon dimension called Quor-Toth."
Willie stopped mid-poor and he set aside the bottle, " Quor-Toth, as in the demon dimension that you can only open once or else all hell breaks loose...and I'm talkin' literally here, kid."
Buffy tilted her head, "None other. What do you know?"
Willie moved to the other end of the bar for a moment to take an order, and then came back to the blonde.
"That place is bad news kid, dangerous. Anyone stupid enough to open a portal to that place needs a nice padded cell to go to."
Buffy grinned, "Then sign me up, Doctor."
Willie's eyes widened considerably and he dropped the bottle that was in his hands.
Buffy let out a snort of laughter and brushed back a stray strand of hair.
Willie hurried over to the slayers side and leaned in to whisper, "Please tell me that you're kiddin', kid. This ain't no simple portal we're talkin' about. This is a tear in the wall between dimensions. Somethin' like that can't happen too much, else the wall breaks, and then there's nothin' to stop all of the dimensions from meltin' together into one big gooey, bloody mess. Goodbye hellmouth and goodbye universe."
"I know the dramatics, Willie. But there has to be a way in and out, one that won't destroy existence as we know it in the process."
That was when a drunken voice decided to join in. "I'd like to schee you bloody twy."
The man in the corner who had been half listening to the conversation took another swig of the bottle of gin in front of him.
Buffy ignored the man and continued to talk to Willie, "Willie, you must know something or at least know someone who does. This is important."
When Willie didn't reply immediately, Buffy pouted her lips slightly and blinked innocently at the bar owner.
Willie ran a hand through his greasy hair and leaned in to the slayer, "I might know someone who could help you out slayer, but you can't tell him that I sent you or that I told you anything. This guy is scary…scarier than Spike's psycho girlfriend Drusilla even. I don't want him comin' in here gunnin' for me. I happen to like havin' my head attached to my neck."
The slurred voice interrupted again, "That would be nicshe wouldn't it? I can't even feel my head anymore."
Buffy gave the man an annoyed glare but continued to ignore him; the drunk was hardly worth her time. Although the voice did sound familiar, but she didn't have the patience to figure out why at that particular moment.
"Gimme' a name Willie, or an address."
The drunk piped in again, "Won't do you any soddin' good, none of it. There'sh notink to be done 'bout it. It'sh all over. He'sh gone and dere's no way to get him back. Not from there."
Buffy turned to face the inebriated eavesdropper as Willie went to tend to another customer, "You know, as much you're optimism is really cheering me up and all, do you think you could shut up for two seconds."
The man pushed his chair back and stood to his feet unsteadily as he replied in a slightly elevated voice, "Now lishen here mishy, I don preciate your attitude. I'm your watsher and I desherve some ressspecttt."
Buffy's brow creased in confusion as the man wobbled over to her.
Suddenly, she realized why the voice had sounded so familiar; there was an accent to his voice…
The man stumbled into the overhead light and suddenly the dishevelled form of Wesley Wyndam-Price emerged.
* End Part 3 *