Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns BtVS and Ats, J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Email: angel_of_ice19@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sequel to Paint the Stars in the Sky, the Scooby Gang returns to Hogwarts to fight a new evil, Crossover with Ats and Harry Potter.
A/N: Please review or send any comments or flames to my email above :) Words inside words are what the characters are thinking, and ***( )*** is someone having a vision. Bear with me on the symbols, it doesn't let me do italics :) This takes place after Provider, Season 3 on Angel, and I guess Gone, Season 6 on Buffy.
A/N2: Thank you all you people who reviewed, I love you all!!!! Please keep on reviewing, I need to know if people are still reading this!!!!
Chapter Ten: Smaller Fish
"Is she going to be alright?" Wesley asked as the doctor approached him.
"She's had some serious blood loss and damage to her muscle tissue, but she should pull through. She's very....strong," The doctor remarked.
"Son of a Bitch! If you think you're putting that in me - " A terrified doctor ran out of the room as a plate came crashing after his head.
"Can I see her?" Wesley asked.
The doctor stared at him as if he were crazy. "I don't know..."
Wesley checked her nametag, "Please, Dr. Waters."
"Go at your own risk," the doctor sighed, and Wesley headed into to room.
Faith was on a bed in a hospital gown, glaring at the IV tube going into her wrist.
"Hey," She said to him, as he sat in a chair.
"How are you feeling?" Wesley asked.
"I should be healed in a while, Slayer stuff should kick in," Faith remarked, looking out the window. "Thank you, for taking me and everything."
"Your welcome," Wesley remarked.
"I am sorry, for all the shit I did to you," Faith told him. "I'm sorry."
"It's....quite alright," Wesley found himself saying.
"You don't have to stay, someone should tell B what happened."
"You're right, I'll go, is there anything you need?" Wesley asked.
"Don't worry about me Watcher-Boy, I'll be fine on my own," Faith grinned as he nodded, and left. "Always have been," She muttered.
* * *
Anya and Xander were doing research. Willow and Tara were out looking for hot spots where one of the two hellgods (Glory and Bob - since only Spike, Angel, and Cordelia could comprehend the Ben is Glory idea), could have done a spell. Buffy and Cordelia trained with Angel, while Spike went out with Gunn looking for demon ass to kick. Wesley was out at the hospital, sitting with Faith. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were out flying (invisibly), and Dawn and Fred were talking quietly, sitting on the counter.
Everyone was in their place, training, researching, ass-kicking, talking... and yet Glory didn't understand. How is it that these simple mortals can be so content at doing such little things? They're not conquering, causing pain among others....they're not even planning anything big. They're just doing the same dumb little thing every single day.
I mean look at Dawnie and Frank - whatever her name is - they're just talking about languages. Who cares? When you're a god, you don't need them. You just smush what you don't like into little pieces, and rule the rest.
And what are those two doing? So they're engaged, why would you want to be in love? When I smush them, I'm going to laugh at how stupid they are. All they do is bicker and banter - is that what mortals in love do?
They're pathetic. And I'm getting a small piece of revenge right now. I'm not waiting for this little wizard man to figure out spice combinations - I'll do it myself.
* * *
"It's important that you learn the language. Sure magic can accomplish, but then you're not really knowing it. It'll make society stupider," Fred agreed.
Dawn grinned. Fred was one person who understood her reasoning.
"That's why I don't want to go back," Dawn told Fred, and saw Fred's mouth form and O of surprise. "I want to learn French, not Mermish or Goblin. I want to travel the world using trains and planes, not chimneys. I want to have a job as a tv host, like Rosie, or be a lawyer, or a doctor. I want to do something helpful to people, not work in a Ministry of Magic or flip burgers in McDonalds! Do you think Buffy would let me stay here instead of going back?" Dawn asked her hopefully.
"Oh Dawn, I don't know, I mean she's your sister, she loves you. She wants to protect you, and I doubt having you stay separated from her would be what she has in mind," Fred told her.
Dawn felt her heart plummet.
"But I understand what you're saying - do you want me to talk to her for you?" Fred asked.
"Would you?" Dawn grinned. "Thank you!" She hugged her.
"No problem," Fred grinned. I hope.
* * *
"Dude, what I don't get about demons, is why they always take the beating, instead of just being up front with the info," Gunn remarked, wiping blood of his forehead.
"We love pain," Spike stated, grinning.
"You are one sick and twisted vampire," Gunn told him.
"Thank you," Spike replied. "Give me a minute to think up a compliment for you..."
They entered the Magic Box.
"Find anything?" Angel asked.
"This vamp can kick some ass," Gunn replied. "He did this thing with his leg, it was awesome!" Spike grinned at him, and they did a handshake.
"Great, so my boyfriend who is older than me acts like my sister," Buffy noted.
"I don't think vampires actually mature until they hit 200," Cordelia remarked. "Then they really mature - to a senile point."
"But we did find out that Glory's been spotted around here lately," Gunn informed them.
"Here?" Dawn asked. "But why would she just wait around? Why not just kill us and get it over with? I mean Buffy killed her, and if I came back from the dead, I'd want some sweet revenge. So why isn't she busting down the door trying to rip our heads off?"
Everyone stared at her.
"You're so not watching Friday the Thirteenth anymore," Buffy told her.
"She's right though, why wouldn't Glory rush into it? She's not exactly Miss Event Planner," Xander stated.
"Unless it's a destruction of the world event - then it's planned," Anya corrected.
"So you're saying destruction of the world?" Fred asked.
"I don't see why else she would wait," Buffy added.
"That one's easy," Spike said. "She's waiting to get revenge. She wants it to last, for it to twist your bones, make you scream out in pain. End of the world, even killing you...that's not good enough. She wants you to suffer."
"That's a hallmark card. Wishing you to the pits of eternal hell - Love Glory," Xander quipped.
"Spike's right - that's what she's doing," Angel agreed.
"How do you know?" Fred asked.
"Because that's what I would do," Spike told her.
* * *
"Jeez Wes, you came to visit little old me?" Faith coughed.
"Yeah," He sat again in his chair.
"What, no flowers, no card?" She laughed.
"Afraid not," Wesley told her. "You're not looking so good."
"You just shower a girl with compliments. How is it you're not a married man?"
"The doctor told me Faith - why didn't you tell any of us?" Wesley asked her.
"Told you what?" Faith asked. "That the food here sucks?"
"About your cancer. You never told any of us that you had a leukemia," Wesley replied.
Faith was silent for a moment.
"I'm the Slayer - I'm not supposed to have weaknesses."
"And you won't recieve treatment?"
"I don't want to die with my hair falling out, sick from something that's supposed to cure me," Faith stated. "I've already done chemo - and I'm not doing it again."
Wesley walked towards her bed.
"I'm sorry," He told her.
"You should go, I need some sleep," Faith told him.
"Alright," he placed a hand on her shoulder, then left.
Faith began to cry.
* * *
Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurried back to the Magic Box. It was getting darker outside, and the sun set as they entered the shop.
"Well what if she's trying to get back home again? I mean am I still a key? Do I open anything?" Dawn asked.
Willow and Tara had recently come back, not finding any hot spots.
"We don't know Dawnie," Willow told her.
"We'll have to do some tests," Tara added.
"Well I think the first step is to protect Dawn," Buffy stated. "She's what matters."
"You matter too love," Spike told her.
"Dawn comes first."
"That's sweet, but I really don't want the brat," Glory informed them. "I like it right where I am."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were caught between Glory and the door.
"But I can wait for the bigger fish, I'm just looking for a little fun first," Glory grabbed Hermione, and threw her through the window before Buffy or the others could get to her. Glory followed, and took off running, Hermione swung over her shoulder.
* * *
A/N: I promise the next chapter will be up in a week!!! Please R and R!!!!!!!
Email: angel_of_ice19@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sequel to Paint the Stars in the Sky, the Scooby Gang returns to Hogwarts to fight a new evil, Crossover with Ats and Harry Potter.
A/N: Please review or send any comments or flames to my email above :) Words inside words are what the characters are thinking, and ***( )*** is someone having a vision. Bear with me on the symbols, it doesn't let me do italics :) This takes place after Provider, Season 3 on Angel, and I guess Gone, Season 6 on Buffy.
A/N2: Thank you all you people who reviewed, I love you all!!!! Please keep on reviewing, I need to know if people are still reading this!!!!
Chapter Ten: Smaller Fish
"Is she going to be alright?" Wesley asked as the doctor approached him.
"She's had some serious blood loss and damage to her muscle tissue, but she should pull through. She's very....strong," The doctor remarked.
"Son of a Bitch! If you think you're putting that in me - " A terrified doctor ran out of the room as a plate came crashing after his head.
"Can I see her?" Wesley asked.
The doctor stared at him as if he were crazy. "I don't know..."
Wesley checked her nametag, "Please, Dr. Waters."
"Go at your own risk," the doctor sighed, and Wesley headed into to room.
Faith was on a bed in a hospital gown, glaring at the IV tube going into her wrist.
"Hey," She said to him, as he sat in a chair.
"How are you feeling?" Wesley asked.
"I should be healed in a while, Slayer stuff should kick in," Faith remarked, looking out the window. "Thank you, for taking me and everything."
"Your welcome," Wesley remarked.
"I am sorry, for all the shit I did to you," Faith told him. "I'm sorry."
"It's....quite alright," Wesley found himself saying.
"You don't have to stay, someone should tell B what happened."
"You're right, I'll go, is there anything you need?" Wesley asked.
"Don't worry about me Watcher-Boy, I'll be fine on my own," Faith grinned as he nodded, and left. "Always have been," She muttered.
* * *
Anya and Xander were doing research. Willow and Tara were out looking for hot spots where one of the two hellgods (Glory and Bob - since only Spike, Angel, and Cordelia could comprehend the Ben is Glory idea), could have done a spell. Buffy and Cordelia trained with Angel, while Spike went out with Gunn looking for demon ass to kick. Wesley was out at the hospital, sitting with Faith. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were out flying (invisibly), and Dawn and Fred were talking quietly, sitting on the counter.
Everyone was in their place, training, researching, ass-kicking, talking... and yet Glory didn't understand. How is it that these simple mortals can be so content at doing such little things? They're not conquering, causing pain among others....they're not even planning anything big. They're just doing the same dumb little thing every single day.
I mean look at Dawnie and Frank - whatever her name is - they're just talking about languages. Who cares? When you're a god, you don't need them. You just smush what you don't like into little pieces, and rule the rest.
And what are those two doing? So they're engaged, why would you want to be in love? When I smush them, I'm going to laugh at how stupid they are. All they do is bicker and banter - is that what mortals in love do?
They're pathetic. And I'm getting a small piece of revenge right now. I'm not waiting for this little wizard man to figure out spice combinations - I'll do it myself.
* * *
"It's important that you learn the language. Sure magic can accomplish, but then you're not really knowing it. It'll make society stupider," Fred agreed.
Dawn grinned. Fred was one person who understood her reasoning.
"That's why I don't want to go back," Dawn told Fred, and saw Fred's mouth form and O of surprise. "I want to learn French, not Mermish or Goblin. I want to travel the world using trains and planes, not chimneys. I want to have a job as a tv host, like Rosie, or be a lawyer, or a doctor. I want to do something helpful to people, not work in a Ministry of Magic or flip burgers in McDonalds! Do you think Buffy would let me stay here instead of going back?" Dawn asked her hopefully.
"Oh Dawn, I don't know, I mean she's your sister, she loves you. She wants to protect you, and I doubt having you stay separated from her would be what she has in mind," Fred told her.
Dawn felt her heart plummet.
"But I understand what you're saying - do you want me to talk to her for you?" Fred asked.
"Would you?" Dawn grinned. "Thank you!" She hugged her.
"No problem," Fred grinned. I hope.
* * *
"Dude, what I don't get about demons, is why they always take the beating, instead of just being up front with the info," Gunn remarked, wiping blood of his forehead.
"We love pain," Spike stated, grinning.
"You are one sick and twisted vampire," Gunn told him.
"Thank you," Spike replied. "Give me a minute to think up a compliment for you..."
They entered the Magic Box.
"Find anything?" Angel asked.
"This vamp can kick some ass," Gunn replied. "He did this thing with his leg, it was awesome!" Spike grinned at him, and they did a handshake.
"Great, so my boyfriend who is older than me acts like my sister," Buffy noted.
"I don't think vampires actually mature until they hit 200," Cordelia remarked. "Then they really mature - to a senile point."
"But we did find out that Glory's been spotted around here lately," Gunn informed them.
"Here?" Dawn asked. "But why would she just wait around? Why not just kill us and get it over with? I mean Buffy killed her, and if I came back from the dead, I'd want some sweet revenge. So why isn't she busting down the door trying to rip our heads off?"
Everyone stared at her.
"You're so not watching Friday the Thirteenth anymore," Buffy told her.
"She's right though, why wouldn't Glory rush into it? She's not exactly Miss Event Planner," Xander stated.
"Unless it's a destruction of the world event - then it's planned," Anya corrected.
"So you're saying destruction of the world?" Fred asked.
"I don't see why else she would wait," Buffy added.
"That one's easy," Spike said. "She's waiting to get revenge. She wants it to last, for it to twist your bones, make you scream out in pain. End of the world, even killing you...that's not good enough. She wants you to suffer."
"That's a hallmark card. Wishing you to the pits of eternal hell - Love Glory," Xander quipped.
"Spike's right - that's what she's doing," Angel agreed.
"How do you know?" Fred asked.
"Because that's what I would do," Spike told her.
* * *
"Jeez Wes, you came to visit little old me?" Faith coughed.
"Yeah," He sat again in his chair.
"What, no flowers, no card?" She laughed.
"Afraid not," Wesley told her. "You're not looking so good."
"You just shower a girl with compliments. How is it you're not a married man?"
"The doctor told me Faith - why didn't you tell any of us?" Wesley asked her.
"Told you what?" Faith asked. "That the food here sucks?"
"About your cancer. You never told any of us that you had a leukemia," Wesley replied.
Faith was silent for a moment.
"I'm the Slayer - I'm not supposed to have weaknesses."
"And you won't recieve treatment?"
"I don't want to die with my hair falling out, sick from something that's supposed to cure me," Faith stated. "I've already done chemo - and I'm not doing it again."
Wesley walked towards her bed.
"I'm sorry," He told her.
"You should go, I need some sleep," Faith told him.
"Alright," he placed a hand on her shoulder, then left.
Faith began to cry.
* * *
Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurried back to the Magic Box. It was getting darker outside, and the sun set as they entered the shop.
"Well what if she's trying to get back home again? I mean am I still a key? Do I open anything?" Dawn asked.
Willow and Tara had recently come back, not finding any hot spots.
"We don't know Dawnie," Willow told her.
"We'll have to do some tests," Tara added.
"Well I think the first step is to protect Dawn," Buffy stated. "She's what matters."
"You matter too love," Spike told her.
"Dawn comes first."
"That's sweet, but I really don't want the brat," Glory informed them. "I like it right where I am."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were caught between Glory and the door.
"But I can wait for the bigger fish, I'm just looking for a little fun first," Glory grabbed Hermione, and threw her through the window before Buffy or the others could get to her. Glory followed, and took off running, Hermione swung over her shoulder.
* * *
A/N: I promise the next chapter will be up in a week!!! Please R and R!!!!!!!