Disclaimer: There are some pretty fucking weird phenomenons that occur in
the world. Take something that happened to my cousin a while ago. He was
flying in a plane, about a thousand miles above Arizona, when the pilot
gets on the intercom, saying that the engines have all failed and they'll
have to make a crash landing in the desert. Everyone starts panicking. So,
he starts thinking about life, and things he will never get to do again.
Then he says to himself, "What the hell?", pulls out his dick, and starts
masturbating. The guy next to him, Joss Whedon, the guy who wrote Buffy the
Vampire Slayer, sees him doing it, and starts doing it himself. People
around them start watching, and then they pull out their dicks or whatever,
and start jerking off right there in the cabin. It's this whole self-
pleasure-fest right in this plane that will crash land in seconds, killing
everyone. But, then the captain gets back on the intercom and says that the
engines have started up, so they'll all live. Everyone stops, puts their
piece away, and they never mention it again.
Rating: R- the world is one big r-rating (just thought I'd mention that)
Summary: Buffy, after running away from Sunnydale, comes home six years later with a new identity. While searching for some mysterious evil threatening to destroy all, she begins to see how much she was missed.
Author's Notes: It keeps getting closer to the end. To answer your questions, there will be three more chapters (after this one) and an epilogue. Don't worry if I don't get to 100 by the end. I will just write a little ficlet to clear out my head, then start in on the sequel. And it will be an ok one, seeing as how sometimes sequels suck (watch BTTF 2 if you don't believe me). Ahhh, who am I kidding, this is just shameless self- promotion. I love it, almost as much as I love guys! Kisses and hugs, and shouts of "Fuck you" from Anyanka Faith.
PS: Isn't Kevin Smith a genius? Who hoo! I love Brodie, he kicks ass. That whole disclaimer was, again, taken from Kevin Smith's movie Mallrats. But, if you're gonna watch it, see Clerks first. Then watch the rest of 'em! Then, go out cow tipping! I don't know why, just do it!
Chapter Fifteen- Le Temps Passe Vite
"This is such shit!" Buffy screamed, her green eyes glowing with rage.
"Shh, please," pleaded Olivia, motioning her head towards Derek. A look of apology formed on the blonde's face, but the anger was still there.
Buffy was spending the night at Spike's place when he got a call. It was Anya.
"God," she cried, her voice shaken and breathless, "Please come here! I don't know what to do! It's Xander, he's . . . hurt!"
Immediately, they called up Giles and Olivia, and asked if the couple could pick them up on their way to the Harris residence.
They were now in Giles' minivan, him and Olivia sitting in the front, Spike and Buffy sitting behind, little Derek between them in his car seat.
"Please, Buffy," Giles calmly stated, although he was hopping mad internally, "We have to remain calm until we find out what happened, then plan a course of action."
"Sure." Spike laughed sarcastically. "You do that. I'm gonna find the soddin' shit, sorry Olivia, that did this to my pal and kill 'em!" Glancing at Buffy, he grinned evilly. "You with me pet?"
Before Buffy could answer, Olivia's whipped her head around and glared at the two.
"You will not do ANYTHING! When we get to the house, you two must remain calm for Anya's sake! No going off and killing! Am I clearly understood!"
The shocked blondes nodded.
They pulled up to the house just as Willow and Tara did in their car. Running up the steps, children bouncing in their parents' arms, they met a pale Anya at the front door.
"He's in the kitchen . . ." she trailed off, eyes staring blankly at the ground.
They ran into the kitchen, Olivia staying back to help Anya collect herself.
It was an awful sight. Xander lay on the floor, white and clammy, blood from his wounds covering his shirt and the floor.
"Hey," he whispered, his lips as pale as his skin, "You guys wanna beer?"
Kneeling down next to her best friend, Buffy patted his arm.
"You need to go to a hospital Xander."
"Nope," he said firmly, his eyes slightly glazed, "Didn't crawl all the way here just to die at the hospital."
Taken aback by the statement, Buffy felt tears come to her eyes. "Xander, you're not going to . . ."
"Buffster, I'm not going."
At that moment, Olivia brought a weeping Anya into the kitchen. Giles and Spike started arguing over if they were going to make Xander go. Laila, cradled by Tara, started to cry, and Derek followed suit. If things couldn't have been worse, a half-asleep Gillian pushed the swinging door open.
"Wha's wrong?" She rubbed her eyes, then saw her dad lying on the floor. "NO! DADDY, NO!" Running to her father, she threw her arms around his neck.
It was too much, way too much . . .
"SHUT UP!" Buffy screamed, silencing every single person in the room. "If Xander doesn't want to go to the hospital, we can't make him!"
"Buff . . ." Giles started to argue.
"Giles, please shut up!" She stood, removing her coat. "Olivia, can you take the kids upstairs and put a movie on?" Nodding, Olivia took Laila in her arms, grabbed Derek's hand, and managed to pull Gillian off of her father. After they left, Buffy looked at Spike. "You must have some extra blood around here." He nodded. "Try to find some O-positive." He ran to the fridge, as she walked over to Giles. "Sorry about the whole 'shut up' thing, but can you run and find a First-Aid kit? And some things that could be used as a transfusion thingy?" Giving her a sad smile, he ran out of the kitchen. "Willow, Tara?" she asked the two Wiccans, "Can you guys do a spell that could close up his wounds, or help him in some way?"
"Y-yeah," Tara bit her lip. "I can do a healing spell. It won't get rid of the wounds, but it will stop the bleeding, and patch up any organs that have been hit."
"Fine." Buffy then noticed Anya, who was crying at the door. "Willow," she whispered to the redhead, "Could you boil some water? I'm sure we'll need it for something, but right now, Anya needs some tea." Leaning in closer, she spoke softly in Willow's ear. "Put something in it that will 'calm her'."
Everyone set about his or her work. Spike came back from the fridge with three packets of blood. Willow took Anya upstairs to, who was now sleepy from the "tea". Tara performed the spell quickly, chanting burning incense around Xander. Giles ran in minutes later, the First-Aid kit in his arms.
"It's a very elaborate kit," he explained, opening the large white case, "It actually comes with a crude blood transfusion device."
Finishing the spell, Tara backed away, letting Giles set up the transfusion device and stick the needle into Xander's right arm. Then, he attached one packet of blood to it, and let it drain into the injured man's veins. Buffy, Spike, and Tara dressed his wounds.
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By 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Xander had returned to a slightly normal color, and lay on the sofa in the living room, drinking a glass of water.
"Thought I was done for," he sighed, smiling as Anya stroked his head. She had just woken up from an unusually peaceful sleep.
The group was all seated with the couple in the dim room, shades closed for Spike.
"What happened Xander?" Giles leaned against the fireplace, clearly tired.
Shrugging his shoulders, Xander sighed. "Was on patrol in the park and found a Flueruin demon coming out of the old Initiative caves. I spooked it, it attacked me, I staked it in the leg, it staked me in the chest and stomach, it ran away, then I crawled home."
"That's not like Flueruins," Spike exclaimed, on an armchair with Buffy in his lap, "They don't attack . . ."
"That theory can go to fucking hell!" Tara blurted out, then covered her mouth, very shocked.
Snickering at the brunette, Spike continued. " . . . Attack except when made to, or when they've been told to."
"Pitatch," sighed Anya and Willow simultaneously.
Giles sat down near his wife, and began to rub her back. "What should we plan on doing?"
All sat in silence, thinking. Then Buffy got up from Spike, and walked to Giles' previous place.
"At sundown, I'm going to find this Pitatch, and I'm going to kill him."
"Buffy," Giles sighed, removing his glasses, "I don't think . . ."
"Giles," she looked at her Watcher, "We should have done it when he tried to have Tara killed. But, we didn't know where he was. Now we do. Xander says he saw one of those minion-guys come out of the old Initiative headquarters, so that's where he must be. It makes perfect sense." Walking to the weapon chest, she pulled out a large, silver battle-axe. "He's weak right now, so it won't be that hard to kill him." She quietly fingered the blade. "And I'll go alone."
Xander sat up, ignoring the agonizing pain in his torso. "Like hell you will!"
Buffy set the axe down and pulled a huge knife from the chest. "He's hurt too many of my friends, and he'll try again. It's between me and him."
Getting up from the couch and walking to Buffy, Spike took the knife from her.
"And me. I won't let you go alone."
"Please, Spike . . ."
He softly brushed her cheek with his knuckles. "Don't argue, please." Leaning in, his face millimeters away from his, he whispered, "If you won't let me, I'll follow you." With a small smile, he kissed her. "Besides," he added, pulling away, "I always love a good spot of violence."
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6:02.
Seconds ago, the sun had gone down, so it was safe for Spike to be out. He and Buffy hugged their friends goodbye, then walked down Revello Drive. It was time for battle.
Buffy had borrowed Xander's car earlier to pick up necessities from her motel room, Giles' home, and Spike's crypt. She came back with weapons, explosives, and clothes.
The long gray coat Buffy was wearing hid her weapons: the battle-axe, three stakes, a crossbow, and a small dagger. Also, her coat pocket held the three grenades from Giles' home, something he hadn't mentioned owning before.
Spike wore his old leather trenchcoat. He made sure Buffy brought it for him. There was a sense of familiarity with his coat, and he needed the comfort. It covered the knife, smaller battle-axe, set of throwing stars, and metal pole he was carrying.
They walked, hand in hand, through the streets. As every minute passed, it got darker, and they got closer to the cave.
"You ok, luv?" asked the vampire.
"Yeah, I'm ok. You?" Her hair tied in back, but she kept brushing stray locks out of her face.
He needed a cigarette. He hadn't smoked in a while, but he needed one now. "Scared shitless. But, I'll get over it."
Grinning timidly, she gripped his hand tighter.
He stared down at the blonde as they walked. "That the shirt I gave you?"
The light blue material was showing through the opening of her coat. "Yeah, thought it was kinda appropriate."
"How?"
"Donno, that's the way it always is."
Bending down, Spike kissed the top of her head. Always moving closer to the cave.
"Do you have a plan?" He hated asking all these questions, but it kept his mind off the task at hand.
Her mind was swimming, so many emotions. Fear for her, hatred for her enemy, love for Spike.
"I'm going in there, and killing him."
"You stole my plan, you silly bint," he teased. She responded by kissing him soundly on the mouth.
6:28.
Memories flooded as they came to the cave entrance, remembering the times they had to pass through this opening. Sometimes together, sometimes apart, always for a different reason. And now, possibly at the point of death, they entered, sharing a common goal.
That's life, isn't it?
As he shifted into game face, Spike could see through the darkened interior. He walked ahead, guiding Buffy through the pitch-black space. As they went further in, his sharp hearing detected noises from inside. Someone was working.
"Spike," she whispered. As long as he had know her, she had always been confident. But now, she sounded terrified. "We need to kill Pitatch. One of us must do it. If, for some reason, I can't . . . it's up to you."
That was a thought that sickened him.
If she didn't make it, I'd . . .
"Yeah, don't worry luv. And you do the same for me."
Her breath caught in her throat.
No, he'll make it, and we'll be fine.
Turning a corner, they saw a light, shining through the darkness. It was faint, far away, but it was a light.
"'K pet, here we go."
As he started to remove the knife from his coat, he heard something. Footsteps behind him.
Probably Buffy, she . . .
Her hand left his. The sound of metal hitting bone echoed through the hollow cave. Turning, he tried to discover the source, but was hit squarely on the nose by something hard. He fell on his knees, and it hit again. He tried to fight back, but something snapped on his wrists, and he was unable to bring his hands out to defend himself.
It kept hitting. Through the sound of his nose being broken, he heard Buffy scream. She wasn't fighting back either. Figures kept weaving in and out of the darkness. It was a cacophony of pain and confusion. And she was hurting.
"BUFFY!" With every ounce of strength, he tried to break his restraints, but something cold and hard hit him from behind, and the world went black.
Rating: R- the world is one big r-rating (just thought I'd mention that)
Summary: Buffy, after running away from Sunnydale, comes home six years later with a new identity. While searching for some mysterious evil threatening to destroy all, she begins to see how much she was missed.
Author's Notes: It keeps getting closer to the end. To answer your questions, there will be three more chapters (after this one) and an epilogue. Don't worry if I don't get to 100 by the end. I will just write a little ficlet to clear out my head, then start in on the sequel. And it will be an ok one, seeing as how sometimes sequels suck (watch BTTF 2 if you don't believe me). Ahhh, who am I kidding, this is just shameless self- promotion. I love it, almost as much as I love guys! Kisses and hugs, and shouts of "Fuck you" from Anyanka Faith.
PS: Isn't Kevin Smith a genius? Who hoo! I love Brodie, he kicks ass. That whole disclaimer was, again, taken from Kevin Smith's movie Mallrats. But, if you're gonna watch it, see Clerks first. Then watch the rest of 'em! Then, go out cow tipping! I don't know why, just do it!
Chapter Fifteen- Le Temps Passe Vite
"This is such shit!" Buffy screamed, her green eyes glowing with rage.
"Shh, please," pleaded Olivia, motioning her head towards Derek. A look of apology formed on the blonde's face, but the anger was still there.
Buffy was spending the night at Spike's place when he got a call. It was Anya.
"God," she cried, her voice shaken and breathless, "Please come here! I don't know what to do! It's Xander, he's . . . hurt!"
Immediately, they called up Giles and Olivia, and asked if the couple could pick them up on their way to the Harris residence.
They were now in Giles' minivan, him and Olivia sitting in the front, Spike and Buffy sitting behind, little Derek between them in his car seat.
"Please, Buffy," Giles calmly stated, although he was hopping mad internally, "We have to remain calm until we find out what happened, then plan a course of action."
"Sure." Spike laughed sarcastically. "You do that. I'm gonna find the soddin' shit, sorry Olivia, that did this to my pal and kill 'em!" Glancing at Buffy, he grinned evilly. "You with me pet?"
Before Buffy could answer, Olivia's whipped her head around and glared at the two.
"You will not do ANYTHING! When we get to the house, you two must remain calm for Anya's sake! No going off and killing! Am I clearly understood!"
The shocked blondes nodded.
They pulled up to the house just as Willow and Tara did in their car. Running up the steps, children bouncing in their parents' arms, they met a pale Anya at the front door.
"He's in the kitchen . . ." she trailed off, eyes staring blankly at the ground.
They ran into the kitchen, Olivia staying back to help Anya collect herself.
It was an awful sight. Xander lay on the floor, white and clammy, blood from his wounds covering his shirt and the floor.
"Hey," he whispered, his lips as pale as his skin, "You guys wanna beer?"
Kneeling down next to her best friend, Buffy patted his arm.
"You need to go to a hospital Xander."
"Nope," he said firmly, his eyes slightly glazed, "Didn't crawl all the way here just to die at the hospital."
Taken aback by the statement, Buffy felt tears come to her eyes. "Xander, you're not going to . . ."
"Buffster, I'm not going."
At that moment, Olivia brought a weeping Anya into the kitchen. Giles and Spike started arguing over if they were going to make Xander go. Laila, cradled by Tara, started to cry, and Derek followed suit. If things couldn't have been worse, a half-asleep Gillian pushed the swinging door open.
"Wha's wrong?" She rubbed her eyes, then saw her dad lying on the floor. "NO! DADDY, NO!" Running to her father, she threw her arms around his neck.
It was too much, way too much . . .
"SHUT UP!" Buffy screamed, silencing every single person in the room. "If Xander doesn't want to go to the hospital, we can't make him!"
"Buff . . ." Giles started to argue.
"Giles, please shut up!" She stood, removing her coat. "Olivia, can you take the kids upstairs and put a movie on?" Nodding, Olivia took Laila in her arms, grabbed Derek's hand, and managed to pull Gillian off of her father. After they left, Buffy looked at Spike. "You must have some extra blood around here." He nodded. "Try to find some O-positive." He ran to the fridge, as she walked over to Giles. "Sorry about the whole 'shut up' thing, but can you run and find a First-Aid kit? And some things that could be used as a transfusion thingy?" Giving her a sad smile, he ran out of the kitchen. "Willow, Tara?" she asked the two Wiccans, "Can you guys do a spell that could close up his wounds, or help him in some way?"
"Y-yeah," Tara bit her lip. "I can do a healing spell. It won't get rid of the wounds, but it will stop the bleeding, and patch up any organs that have been hit."
"Fine." Buffy then noticed Anya, who was crying at the door. "Willow," she whispered to the redhead, "Could you boil some water? I'm sure we'll need it for something, but right now, Anya needs some tea." Leaning in closer, she spoke softly in Willow's ear. "Put something in it that will 'calm her'."
Everyone set about his or her work. Spike came back from the fridge with three packets of blood. Willow took Anya upstairs to, who was now sleepy from the "tea". Tara performed the spell quickly, chanting burning incense around Xander. Giles ran in minutes later, the First-Aid kit in his arms.
"It's a very elaborate kit," he explained, opening the large white case, "It actually comes with a crude blood transfusion device."
Finishing the spell, Tara backed away, letting Giles set up the transfusion device and stick the needle into Xander's right arm. Then, he attached one packet of blood to it, and let it drain into the injured man's veins. Buffy, Spike, and Tara dressed his wounds.
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By 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Xander had returned to a slightly normal color, and lay on the sofa in the living room, drinking a glass of water.
"Thought I was done for," he sighed, smiling as Anya stroked his head. She had just woken up from an unusually peaceful sleep.
The group was all seated with the couple in the dim room, shades closed for Spike.
"What happened Xander?" Giles leaned against the fireplace, clearly tired.
Shrugging his shoulders, Xander sighed. "Was on patrol in the park and found a Flueruin demon coming out of the old Initiative caves. I spooked it, it attacked me, I staked it in the leg, it staked me in the chest and stomach, it ran away, then I crawled home."
"That's not like Flueruins," Spike exclaimed, on an armchair with Buffy in his lap, "They don't attack . . ."
"That theory can go to fucking hell!" Tara blurted out, then covered her mouth, very shocked.
Snickering at the brunette, Spike continued. " . . . Attack except when made to, or when they've been told to."
"Pitatch," sighed Anya and Willow simultaneously.
Giles sat down near his wife, and began to rub her back. "What should we plan on doing?"
All sat in silence, thinking. Then Buffy got up from Spike, and walked to Giles' previous place.
"At sundown, I'm going to find this Pitatch, and I'm going to kill him."
"Buffy," Giles sighed, removing his glasses, "I don't think . . ."
"Giles," she looked at her Watcher, "We should have done it when he tried to have Tara killed. But, we didn't know where he was. Now we do. Xander says he saw one of those minion-guys come out of the old Initiative headquarters, so that's where he must be. It makes perfect sense." Walking to the weapon chest, she pulled out a large, silver battle-axe. "He's weak right now, so it won't be that hard to kill him." She quietly fingered the blade. "And I'll go alone."
Xander sat up, ignoring the agonizing pain in his torso. "Like hell you will!"
Buffy set the axe down and pulled a huge knife from the chest. "He's hurt too many of my friends, and he'll try again. It's between me and him."
Getting up from the couch and walking to Buffy, Spike took the knife from her.
"And me. I won't let you go alone."
"Please, Spike . . ."
He softly brushed her cheek with his knuckles. "Don't argue, please." Leaning in, his face millimeters away from his, he whispered, "If you won't let me, I'll follow you." With a small smile, he kissed her. "Besides," he added, pulling away, "I always love a good spot of violence."
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6:02.
Seconds ago, the sun had gone down, so it was safe for Spike to be out. He and Buffy hugged their friends goodbye, then walked down Revello Drive. It was time for battle.
Buffy had borrowed Xander's car earlier to pick up necessities from her motel room, Giles' home, and Spike's crypt. She came back with weapons, explosives, and clothes.
The long gray coat Buffy was wearing hid her weapons: the battle-axe, three stakes, a crossbow, and a small dagger. Also, her coat pocket held the three grenades from Giles' home, something he hadn't mentioned owning before.
Spike wore his old leather trenchcoat. He made sure Buffy brought it for him. There was a sense of familiarity with his coat, and he needed the comfort. It covered the knife, smaller battle-axe, set of throwing stars, and metal pole he was carrying.
They walked, hand in hand, through the streets. As every minute passed, it got darker, and they got closer to the cave.
"You ok, luv?" asked the vampire.
"Yeah, I'm ok. You?" Her hair tied in back, but she kept brushing stray locks out of her face.
He needed a cigarette. He hadn't smoked in a while, but he needed one now. "Scared shitless. But, I'll get over it."
Grinning timidly, she gripped his hand tighter.
He stared down at the blonde as they walked. "That the shirt I gave you?"
The light blue material was showing through the opening of her coat. "Yeah, thought it was kinda appropriate."
"How?"
"Donno, that's the way it always is."
Bending down, Spike kissed the top of her head. Always moving closer to the cave.
"Do you have a plan?" He hated asking all these questions, but it kept his mind off the task at hand.
Her mind was swimming, so many emotions. Fear for her, hatred for her enemy, love for Spike.
"I'm going in there, and killing him."
"You stole my plan, you silly bint," he teased. She responded by kissing him soundly on the mouth.
6:28.
Memories flooded as they came to the cave entrance, remembering the times they had to pass through this opening. Sometimes together, sometimes apart, always for a different reason. And now, possibly at the point of death, they entered, sharing a common goal.
That's life, isn't it?
As he shifted into game face, Spike could see through the darkened interior. He walked ahead, guiding Buffy through the pitch-black space. As they went further in, his sharp hearing detected noises from inside. Someone was working.
"Spike," she whispered. As long as he had know her, she had always been confident. But now, she sounded terrified. "We need to kill Pitatch. One of us must do it. If, for some reason, I can't . . . it's up to you."
That was a thought that sickened him.
If she didn't make it, I'd . . .
"Yeah, don't worry luv. And you do the same for me."
Her breath caught in her throat.
No, he'll make it, and we'll be fine.
Turning a corner, they saw a light, shining through the darkness. It was faint, far away, but it was a light.
"'K pet, here we go."
As he started to remove the knife from his coat, he heard something. Footsteps behind him.
Probably Buffy, she . . .
Her hand left his. The sound of metal hitting bone echoed through the hollow cave. Turning, he tried to discover the source, but was hit squarely on the nose by something hard. He fell on his knees, and it hit again. He tried to fight back, but something snapped on his wrists, and he was unable to bring his hands out to defend himself.
It kept hitting. Through the sound of his nose being broken, he heard Buffy scream. She wasn't fighting back either. Figures kept weaving in and out of the darkness. It was a cacophony of pain and confusion. And she was hurting.
"BUFFY!" With every ounce of strength, he tried to break his restraints, but something cold and hard hit him from behind, and the world went black.