Disclaimer: Yes, they are mine, they are ALL mine! BWAHAHAHAHAA....no, they aren't, but I wish they were. Especially Spike ...yummy. But no, I DO actually own the characters of Liz Morgan, Kyle, Michael, Adam, and Diana (pronounced Deanna). Plus any random character I stick in that isn't from the normal Buffyverse (as they come along, I'll stick their names up here, but I'm putting that down in case I forget one).
Summary: Someone is coming to Sunnydale who is a big part of Giles' past and will be a very large part of Buffy, Spike, and the Scooby Gang's future. Possible future crossover with Angel - depends how this fic is received; I may make it a separate story.
Pairing: L/S, X/A, W/T
Rating: PG-13 (language, mostly, I leave no room for error here)
Reviews: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, YES! REVIEW! REVIEW! I AM DESPERATE! (Actually, reviews are very important to me. I am pretty darn insecure about my writing [this fic has been in my head for more than a year but I've been too afraid to put it down on paper], so I need reviews to see if it's worth keeping up.)
A/N: This is my first fic, so I'm still trying to feel my way around the site. AU: Giles never left. Seeing Red's bathroom scene happened, but after explanations about his new soul, the Scoobies have tentatively gone back to the use-Spike/hate-Spike routine (with the exception of Xander). Don't give me notes about it, I know the whole argument about "they'd never forgive him", but just go with it. Buffy and Spike broke up in As You Were and left it that way. This was started right after The Gift, so any non-continuity...blame it on my procrastination. I may have forgotten a few things, but just remind me and I'll explain whatever seems confusing.
She sat in the club, sipping at her Coke as the music swelled around her. This was the way it always went. Come in, do the set, have a few drinks (or in Kyle and Adam's case, way more than a few), leave through the back door, so no one will see you. She sat and let her thoughts drift along with the beat coming from the stage, her mind wrapping itself around memories she felt were best left alone.
Michael. How long had it been since he died? It seems so long ago; and yet it seems like yesterday she was screaming his name as he pushed her into the closet, away from the reach of the intruder in their home. Protecting her; all three of them did, ever since she was a kid.
But Michael. . .
Michael was different. Adam and Kyle kept secrets from her, things they wanted to protect her from. Michael was always straightforward with her. He would always tell her what was going on; there were no secrets between them. Even with Kyle and Adam, there were no secrets. It was impossible.
No secrets except one. . . she remembered the night she found out, the night she had torn her gloves on the fence on the way home - how she regretted that now! She put down her drink and stared at her hands in their black leather casings. She should have caught on beforehand. But no, she hadn't wanted to pry, it wasn't right, she shouldn't know everything; everything they kept hidden from her, everything that they thought; each time she took her gloves off she felt as if she was pillaging their minds, everything that they had that was theirs.
The song that was playing ended, causing her to lose her train of thought and knock her drink over. With lightning fast reflexes, she was able to grab the glass before anything spilled.
"At least I'm good for something" she thought wryly, downing the remaining contents of the glass and placing it in front of her as Kyle and Adam made their way back from the bar.
"Elizabeth, you ready to go?" Kyle looked at her, his words spaced clearly and evenly with the force of someone who is aware that they are so drunk they're beginning to slur but still trying to prevent the inevitable.
Elizabeth looked up at him, grinning. Kyle was the only person she knew who actually seemed more lucid when he was drunk. She said as much to him, and he laughed. Adam, however, was much more interested in the pretty blonde hanging on his arm. Elizabeth didn't mind though. It was part of the high life; you find yourself with a few top selling CD's and all of a sudden every door in the world seems open to you. Besides, Adam had enough problems, and sacrificed enough in his duties to her; he deserved some fun, even if it was halfhearted.
"Sure; but tomorrow, I'm staying until the early hours of the morning, getting drunk off my ass, and finding some dark, tall, and handsome guy to go to bed with." Kyle laughed again, knowing she was kidding. Elizabeth didn't care much about guys; they always picked up and moved again before she had gone on more than a couple of dates with them. Besides, she had always been Michael's; even when they dated other people, they had always wanted each other. As for drinking - well, she never had more than one after her accident (setting a building on fire by snapping your fingers - what the hell were the odds of that happening?) It drove him crazy trying to figure her out, and he had the nagging suspicion he would never know just how far the extent of her powers went. He also had the feeling Elizabeth knew this; she had a habit of picking up everything, and he didn't know why. But he had a job to do, and over the years it became more than that - she was his friend, and they were hers, and they had become family. More than that foster-father of hers; stupid bugger, he thought.
Adam looked up as he bid goodbye to his current fling. "So what's the plan now?"
Elizabeth smiled, except this time, it had a wistful air around it. "I want him to know. This isn't something I want him to find out accidentally. I've been talking to Dawn for the last few months, and there's been a lot of stuff going on there. If we're going to go, it should be now." She looked up at them. "I don't care if he chases me out again; but my father needs to know. And I need to pay my respects to Willow's girlfriend. And possibly do a little more than that. . . "
They all shared a knowing glance.
"Fine then. Tomorrow we go to Sunnydale."
Kyle lowered his voice.
"We get three or four hours sleep, and leave around three in the morning. That way we can make sure no one follows us."
Adam and Elizabeth nodded. Then they left, silently, Elizabeth between them in her wheelchair, without anyone knowing that three members of one of the hottest bands of America had ever been there.
Spells were good that way.
Summary: Someone is coming to Sunnydale who is a big part of Giles' past and will be a very large part of Buffy, Spike, and the Scooby Gang's future. Possible future crossover with Angel - depends how this fic is received; I may make it a separate story.
Pairing: L/S, X/A, W/T
Rating: PG-13 (language, mostly, I leave no room for error here)
Reviews: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, YES! REVIEW! REVIEW! I AM DESPERATE! (Actually, reviews are very important to me. I am pretty darn insecure about my writing [this fic has been in my head for more than a year but I've been too afraid to put it down on paper], so I need reviews to see if it's worth keeping up.)
A/N: This is my first fic, so I'm still trying to feel my way around the site. AU: Giles never left. Seeing Red's bathroom scene happened, but after explanations about his new soul, the Scoobies have tentatively gone back to the use-Spike/hate-Spike routine (with the exception of Xander). Don't give me notes about it, I know the whole argument about "they'd never forgive him", but just go with it. Buffy and Spike broke up in As You Were and left it that way. This was started right after The Gift, so any non-continuity...blame it on my procrastination. I may have forgotten a few things, but just remind me and I'll explain whatever seems confusing.
She sat in the club, sipping at her Coke as the music swelled around her. This was the way it always went. Come in, do the set, have a few drinks (or in Kyle and Adam's case, way more than a few), leave through the back door, so no one will see you. She sat and let her thoughts drift along with the beat coming from the stage, her mind wrapping itself around memories she felt were best left alone.
Michael. How long had it been since he died? It seems so long ago; and yet it seems like yesterday she was screaming his name as he pushed her into the closet, away from the reach of the intruder in their home. Protecting her; all three of them did, ever since she was a kid.
But Michael. . .
Michael was different. Adam and Kyle kept secrets from her, things they wanted to protect her from. Michael was always straightforward with her. He would always tell her what was going on; there were no secrets between them. Even with Kyle and Adam, there were no secrets. It was impossible.
No secrets except one. . . she remembered the night she found out, the night she had torn her gloves on the fence on the way home - how she regretted that now! She put down her drink and stared at her hands in their black leather casings. She should have caught on beforehand. But no, she hadn't wanted to pry, it wasn't right, she shouldn't know everything; everything they kept hidden from her, everything that they thought; each time she took her gloves off she felt as if she was pillaging their minds, everything that they had that was theirs.
The song that was playing ended, causing her to lose her train of thought and knock her drink over. With lightning fast reflexes, she was able to grab the glass before anything spilled.
"At least I'm good for something" she thought wryly, downing the remaining contents of the glass and placing it in front of her as Kyle and Adam made their way back from the bar.
"Elizabeth, you ready to go?" Kyle looked at her, his words spaced clearly and evenly with the force of someone who is aware that they are so drunk they're beginning to slur but still trying to prevent the inevitable.
Elizabeth looked up at him, grinning. Kyle was the only person she knew who actually seemed more lucid when he was drunk. She said as much to him, and he laughed. Adam, however, was much more interested in the pretty blonde hanging on his arm. Elizabeth didn't mind though. It was part of the high life; you find yourself with a few top selling CD's and all of a sudden every door in the world seems open to you. Besides, Adam had enough problems, and sacrificed enough in his duties to her; he deserved some fun, even if it was halfhearted.
"Sure; but tomorrow, I'm staying until the early hours of the morning, getting drunk off my ass, and finding some dark, tall, and handsome guy to go to bed with." Kyle laughed again, knowing she was kidding. Elizabeth didn't care much about guys; they always picked up and moved again before she had gone on more than a couple of dates with them. Besides, she had always been Michael's; even when they dated other people, they had always wanted each other. As for drinking - well, she never had more than one after her accident (setting a building on fire by snapping your fingers - what the hell were the odds of that happening?) It drove him crazy trying to figure her out, and he had the nagging suspicion he would never know just how far the extent of her powers went. He also had the feeling Elizabeth knew this; she had a habit of picking up everything, and he didn't know why. But he had a job to do, and over the years it became more than that - she was his friend, and they were hers, and they had become family. More than that foster-father of hers; stupid bugger, he thought.
Adam looked up as he bid goodbye to his current fling. "So what's the plan now?"
Elizabeth smiled, except this time, it had a wistful air around it. "I want him to know. This isn't something I want him to find out accidentally. I've been talking to Dawn for the last few months, and there's been a lot of stuff going on there. If we're going to go, it should be now." She looked up at them. "I don't care if he chases me out again; but my father needs to know. And I need to pay my respects to Willow's girlfriend. And possibly do a little more than that. . . "
They all shared a knowing glance.
"Fine then. Tomorrow we go to Sunnydale."
Kyle lowered his voice.
"We get three or four hours sleep, and leave around three in the morning. That way we can make sure no one follows us."
Adam and Elizabeth nodded. Then they left, silently, Elizabeth between them in her wheelchair, without anyone knowing that three members of one of the hottest bands of America had ever been there.
Spells were good that way.