Redefined :6
A/N: Okay new chapter here. I must thank all who have reviewed this story. I am just too happy about this! I've explained a little in here about what is going on, but the next chapter I will completely explain what the hell is going on so be patient. Now for those of you who read my Thousand Years trilogy I will be updating on Tuesday. I might even update two chapters so I can concentrate on this fic depends on what you guys want. Give me feedback on this and I'll see what I can do okay? Also, I'm placing the time line somewhere before Surprises in Season Two. Spike still needs Angel's blood to help Dru and Buffy and Angel are still in love sans Angelus. Enjoy. Skyz
Disclaimer: Don't own any of them except for Wolfe. Entertainment purposes only.
Redefined:
Hugs abounded as soon as the Scoobs were reunited with their fearless leader. She let herself be enveloped in the warmth, and love from them, and wished she could forget.
"Thank God you're alright," Willow murmured as she gave Buffy one last hug.
"What happened? Dead boy jr. kidnapped you didn't he?"
Buffy was hesitant to lay blame on Spike. After all, who knew how long they would be stuck here? She didn't want his death on her shoulders, they'd made a deal. Plus how would it look? He was the father of her son.
"Did you guys find out anything else? What did Grace tell you when Wolfe took us off?" Buffy asked instead of answering Xander's question.
Giles watched Buffy and got the distinct feeling of dread. Already she seemed to have softened towards William the Bloody. He did not intend to let his Slayer be with such a vile, soulless, evil creature.
"Surprisingly she didn't tell us much about...Wolfe, the how or the why or much anything to do with him. More of how Angel came to be what he is now."
"Human right," Buffy asked.
"T.that's right. Human."
"Nothing at all about Wolfe? Or me and Spike? How Wolfe ended up here?" Buffy was compelled to ask even as Giles's words echoed in her ears.
Xander scowled at her interest in Spike and their would be son.
"Nope didn't mention you or captain peroxide. Or Wolfe. Besides I'd think you'd be more interested in Angel boy being human now."
Buffy willed away the rush of blood that filled her face and stained her cheeks. God, she thought now they all thought she felt Spike and Wolfe were more important than Angel was! Which she assured herself wasn't the case. She was in love with Angel and she was going to be with him when they went home.
"I am! I was just...Just tell me why he's human."
Xander opened his mouth to say something else but Willow's elbow in his gut had him shutting his mouth.
"Go ahead Giles," she urged while glaring at Xander.
"Apparently Angel has a large part in the Powers plans. He is a prophecy vampire. The Champion."
"Champion," Xander snickered in disgust. Buffy ignored him and gestured for Giles to continue.
"Seems things do not work out for you two. You..er...well you have relations," Giles stuttered to a stop, cleaned his glasses and looked anywhere but at the children before he continued. "Seems he has a retractable soul. One moment of pure happiness and good-bye soul hello Angelus. He turns into Angelus. Long story short he terrorizes us all, you had to kill him when he tried to end the world. Willow..er Willow finds a spell Jenny-"
Biting his lip, he couldn't go on. His eyes filled as he remembered Grace's blunt words on how Angelus had killed his love, Jenny.
"Giles," Buffy asked in concern as she reached for him and gave him a comforting hug. He let her before gently pulling away form her.
"Excuse me," he mumbled as he fled the living room.
"What was that about? He got all choked up about Ms. Calendar."
"W..w..well Angelus killed her. Set it up as some sort of romantic evening. Giles found her dead in his bed. She turned out to be a part of a gypsy clan. The one that cursed Angel with his soul. Cursed it so with one moment of happiness made him revert to Angelus. I found the spell Jenny had to restore his soul. But by the time I found it, you had to kill him to close the portal he had opened up. It could only be closed by his blood."
Willow paused wide-eyed to gauge Buffy's reaction to this.
Buffy felt detached. Horror struck, sickened and just a little bit of detachment. Which she found hard to believe because according to Grace she was going to sleep with Angel, make him lose his soul and then add insult to injury kill him!
"I'm taking he didn't stay dead. What with him being of the living," was all she said though.
Willow shot a concerned glance Xander's way. She found no help there though. He looked smug that Buffy wasn't as broken up by this than they had thought.
"Yeh..." Willow finally murmured. "See he came back from hell with his soul restored. I did the spell before you killed him. He moved to L.A. Found a prophecy about the souled one, the champion. Turning human after a long road of redemption. Built his own investigation firm, fought crime, slept with Darla, had a son. Who was stolen, returned as a teenager. Turned human. Married Cordelia and is still married to," Willow finished this all in a rush stringing her words together.
Buffy blinked. Once. Twice. Shook her head. Darla?! Married to Cordelia?!
"So.he has a son too? With Darla! Darla whom he killed for me," Buffy laughed hysterically. "He's married to Queen C. The bitch of Sunnydale High?! I need to sleep. I need a bed. I need this to be a nightmare!!!!!!! My brain-my poor brain Willow," Buffy finished in a near sob.
Willow hugged Buffy close trying to offer her support.
"Let's...find Wolfe and get you to bed then Buffy," Xander muttered uncomfortable with her tears as he marched determinedly out of the room.
The girls trailed slowly behind.
~*~*~ ~*~*~
Spike paced, back and forth. He was itching for a cigarette, but damned if when he'd fallen out of the sky they'd fallen too and he'd lost 'em. Now it was sunny outside and he needed a fix.
Wolfe had separated him from the Slayer and for that, he was grateful, he'd lost his head for a while there. Saying things that made it seem as if he gave a bloody damn about the Slayer or the boy. He didn't.
Pausing he stuffed his hands in his dusters pockets. Not only had he lost his fags but now when he needed the comforting feel of his lighter to play with he didn't have it. He was beyond pissed.
Catching a familiar scent and heartbeat he jerked open the door to the study and was just in time to catch a glimpse of black hair as Grace sailed past. Moving in the blink of an eye, he grabbed her arm and tugged her back into the room with him.
"Ello Grace," he said with a smile that he considered his safest and most trusting one. A smile that had led to many a young girl's death.
Grace narrowed her eyes in confusion at his smile and warm voice. Last time she'd checked he had been angry with her for telling him about Wolfe. Now he was acting nice and she found it odd.
She knew what Wolfe had told her, what Angel said too. Spike had been a sarcastic, hot head, impulsive, extremely loyal, loving man. But he had become that over a period of time. She had to remind herself that he wasn't that man yet. He hadn't learned the lessons to become that man.
"What can I do for you? Was the blood satisfactory?"
Spike's face twisted into a mask of disgust.
"For pig's blood," he spat.
"Well I hope you weren't thinking we'd let you hunt."
"Forget about the blood! I want you to send me home. The bo-Wolfe said you brought us here. Don't care 'bout the rest, I just want to go home. So..do your bit and I'll be off."
Grace couldn't help but frown, trying to think a way out of this. She had made such a mess of things at the worst possible time too. And the worst part was she only had herself to blame.
"Well? It's not like this is brain surgery, just say a few words, throw a few herbs and I'm home. Say something you st-"
"No. No you stay. One alone can't go back. It would throw off everything!"
Spike rolled his eyes at that.
"What do you call this then? Open your eyes luv! We are in the bloody future. The Slayer and I know we have a son, Angelus is human and I'm sure there's more but I don't give a bloody damn! Things have changed already! Cuz guess what, the Slayer and I aren't going to be getting horizontal. EVER. So the Wolfe boy just won't be. This future will cease to exist. And guess what it's all your fault!"
Grace felt tears fill her eyes and looked away from his piercingly blue gaze.
"I'll have Wolfe show you to a room," she mumbled as she hurried out.
Spike glared at the door as she closed it before he let loose a stream of curses that put any sailor to shame. He realized too late that he may have fucked up not only his but everyone else's chance to ever get back to their time.
~*~*~ ~*~*~
"Sir?"
The man looked up with a slight frown and answered irritated.
"Yes?"
"Well..sir there have been reports from the Hill..." the servant trailed off looking expectantly at his Master.
"Well spit it out! I can't read your mind."
"They reported strange like behavior occurring earlier this morning. They aren't sure what they saw."
"Who are these people you keep referring to?"
"The people you have watching the house sir. Your men."
"Of course, how could I have forgotten? Except for the fact that they are useless! Continue."
"They said..they said they saw things falling from the sky. But with the cloaking spell surrounding the house made it impossible to see what it was that fell."
"That's ridiculous; things just don't fall from the sky!"
"No, of course not," the servant readily agreed. "However that is what they saw. For sure they know it was five things in all."
"Well what ever it was will have no bearing on our plans! I don't know how they think they can ever hope to stop me! I will never allow them to do this. Never."
"Sir.." The servant felt compelled to say. "You know the courts have given them permission, I don't see how you can stop th--"
"And I remember quite clearly, how I NEVER asked for your opinion!!! Now I want those imbeciles who've been watching the Hill in here immediately. Get out!"
The servant hurried out and the man sat back in his chair. He closed his eyes and prayed for patience. He knew that in the end he would be triumphant. He would win no matter what.
A/N: Okay new chapter here. I must thank all who have reviewed this story. I am just too happy about this! I've explained a little in here about what is going on, but the next chapter I will completely explain what the hell is going on so be patient. Now for those of you who read my Thousand Years trilogy I will be updating on Tuesday. I might even update two chapters so I can concentrate on this fic depends on what you guys want. Give me feedback on this and I'll see what I can do okay? Also, I'm placing the time line somewhere before Surprises in Season Two. Spike still needs Angel's blood to help Dru and Buffy and Angel are still in love sans Angelus. Enjoy. Skyz
Disclaimer: Don't own any of them except for Wolfe. Entertainment purposes only.
Redefined:
Hugs abounded as soon as the Scoobs were reunited with their fearless leader. She let herself be enveloped in the warmth, and love from them, and wished she could forget.
"Thank God you're alright," Willow murmured as she gave Buffy one last hug.
"What happened? Dead boy jr. kidnapped you didn't he?"
Buffy was hesitant to lay blame on Spike. After all, who knew how long they would be stuck here? She didn't want his death on her shoulders, they'd made a deal. Plus how would it look? He was the father of her son.
"Did you guys find out anything else? What did Grace tell you when Wolfe took us off?" Buffy asked instead of answering Xander's question.
Giles watched Buffy and got the distinct feeling of dread. Already she seemed to have softened towards William the Bloody. He did not intend to let his Slayer be with such a vile, soulless, evil creature.
"Surprisingly she didn't tell us much about...Wolfe, the how or the why or much anything to do with him. More of how Angel came to be what he is now."
"Human right," Buffy asked.
"T.that's right. Human."
"Nothing at all about Wolfe? Or me and Spike? How Wolfe ended up here?" Buffy was compelled to ask even as Giles's words echoed in her ears.
Xander scowled at her interest in Spike and their would be son.
"Nope didn't mention you or captain peroxide. Or Wolfe. Besides I'd think you'd be more interested in Angel boy being human now."
Buffy willed away the rush of blood that filled her face and stained her cheeks. God, she thought now they all thought she felt Spike and Wolfe were more important than Angel was! Which she assured herself wasn't the case. She was in love with Angel and she was going to be with him when they went home.
"I am! I was just...Just tell me why he's human."
Xander opened his mouth to say something else but Willow's elbow in his gut had him shutting his mouth.
"Go ahead Giles," she urged while glaring at Xander.
"Apparently Angel has a large part in the Powers plans. He is a prophecy vampire. The Champion."
"Champion," Xander snickered in disgust. Buffy ignored him and gestured for Giles to continue.
"Seems things do not work out for you two. You..er...well you have relations," Giles stuttered to a stop, cleaned his glasses and looked anywhere but at the children before he continued. "Seems he has a retractable soul. One moment of pure happiness and good-bye soul hello Angelus. He turns into Angelus. Long story short he terrorizes us all, you had to kill him when he tried to end the world. Willow..er Willow finds a spell Jenny-"
Biting his lip, he couldn't go on. His eyes filled as he remembered Grace's blunt words on how Angelus had killed his love, Jenny.
"Giles," Buffy asked in concern as she reached for him and gave him a comforting hug. He let her before gently pulling away form her.
"Excuse me," he mumbled as he fled the living room.
"What was that about? He got all choked up about Ms. Calendar."
"W..w..well Angelus killed her. Set it up as some sort of romantic evening. Giles found her dead in his bed. She turned out to be a part of a gypsy clan. The one that cursed Angel with his soul. Cursed it so with one moment of happiness made him revert to Angelus. I found the spell Jenny had to restore his soul. But by the time I found it, you had to kill him to close the portal he had opened up. It could only be closed by his blood."
Willow paused wide-eyed to gauge Buffy's reaction to this.
Buffy felt detached. Horror struck, sickened and just a little bit of detachment. Which she found hard to believe because according to Grace she was going to sleep with Angel, make him lose his soul and then add insult to injury kill him!
"I'm taking he didn't stay dead. What with him being of the living," was all she said though.
Willow shot a concerned glance Xander's way. She found no help there though. He looked smug that Buffy wasn't as broken up by this than they had thought.
"Yeh..." Willow finally murmured. "See he came back from hell with his soul restored. I did the spell before you killed him. He moved to L.A. Found a prophecy about the souled one, the champion. Turning human after a long road of redemption. Built his own investigation firm, fought crime, slept with Darla, had a son. Who was stolen, returned as a teenager. Turned human. Married Cordelia and is still married to," Willow finished this all in a rush stringing her words together.
Buffy blinked. Once. Twice. Shook her head. Darla?! Married to Cordelia?!
"So.he has a son too? With Darla! Darla whom he killed for me," Buffy laughed hysterically. "He's married to Queen C. The bitch of Sunnydale High?! I need to sleep. I need a bed. I need this to be a nightmare!!!!!!! My brain-my poor brain Willow," Buffy finished in a near sob.
Willow hugged Buffy close trying to offer her support.
"Let's...find Wolfe and get you to bed then Buffy," Xander muttered uncomfortable with her tears as he marched determinedly out of the room.
The girls trailed slowly behind.
~*~*~ ~*~*~
Spike paced, back and forth. He was itching for a cigarette, but damned if when he'd fallen out of the sky they'd fallen too and he'd lost 'em. Now it was sunny outside and he needed a fix.
Wolfe had separated him from the Slayer and for that, he was grateful, he'd lost his head for a while there. Saying things that made it seem as if he gave a bloody damn about the Slayer or the boy. He didn't.
Pausing he stuffed his hands in his dusters pockets. Not only had he lost his fags but now when he needed the comforting feel of his lighter to play with he didn't have it. He was beyond pissed.
Catching a familiar scent and heartbeat he jerked open the door to the study and was just in time to catch a glimpse of black hair as Grace sailed past. Moving in the blink of an eye, he grabbed her arm and tugged her back into the room with him.
"Ello Grace," he said with a smile that he considered his safest and most trusting one. A smile that had led to many a young girl's death.
Grace narrowed her eyes in confusion at his smile and warm voice. Last time she'd checked he had been angry with her for telling him about Wolfe. Now he was acting nice and she found it odd.
She knew what Wolfe had told her, what Angel said too. Spike had been a sarcastic, hot head, impulsive, extremely loyal, loving man. But he had become that over a period of time. She had to remind herself that he wasn't that man yet. He hadn't learned the lessons to become that man.
"What can I do for you? Was the blood satisfactory?"
Spike's face twisted into a mask of disgust.
"For pig's blood," he spat.
"Well I hope you weren't thinking we'd let you hunt."
"Forget about the blood! I want you to send me home. The bo-Wolfe said you brought us here. Don't care 'bout the rest, I just want to go home. So..do your bit and I'll be off."
Grace couldn't help but frown, trying to think a way out of this. She had made such a mess of things at the worst possible time too. And the worst part was she only had herself to blame.
"Well? It's not like this is brain surgery, just say a few words, throw a few herbs and I'm home. Say something you st-"
"No. No you stay. One alone can't go back. It would throw off everything!"
Spike rolled his eyes at that.
"What do you call this then? Open your eyes luv! We are in the bloody future. The Slayer and I know we have a son, Angelus is human and I'm sure there's more but I don't give a bloody damn! Things have changed already! Cuz guess what, the Slayer and I aren't going to be getting horizontal. EVER. So the Wolfe boy just won't be. This future will cease to exist. And guess what it's all your fault!"
Grace felt tears fill her eyes and looked away from his piercingly blue gaze.
"I'll have Wolfe show you to a room," she mumbled as she hurried out.
Spike glared at the door as she closed it before he let loose a stream of curses that put any sailor to shame. He realized too late that he may have fucked up not only his but everyone else's chance to ever get back to their time.
~*~*~ ~*~*~
"Sir?"
The man looked up with a slight frown and answered irritated.
"Yes?"
"Well..sir there have been reports from the Hill..." the servant trailed off looking expectantly at his Master.
"Well spit it out! I can't read your mind."
"They reported strange like behavior occurring earlier this morning. They aren't sure what they saw."
"Who are these people you keep referring to?"
"The people you have watching the house sir. Your men."
"Of course, how could I have forgotten? Except for the fact that they are useless! Continue."
"They said..they said they saw things falling from the sky. But with the cloaking spell surrounding the house made it impossible to see what it was that fell."
"That's ridiculous; things just don't fall from the sky!"
"No, of course not," the servant readily agreed. "However that is what they saw. For sure they know it was five things in all."
"Well what ever it was will have no bearing on our plans! I don't know how they think they can ever hope to stop me! I will never allow them to do this. Never."
"Sir.." The servant felt compelled to say. "You know the courts have given them permission, I don't see how you can stop th--"
"And I remember quite clearly, how I NEVER asked for your opinion!!! Now I want those imbeciles who've been watching the Hill in here immediately. Get out!"
The servant hurried out and the man sat back in his chair. He closed his eyes and prayed for patience. He knew that in the end he would be triumphant. He would win no matter what.