Note: Angel will be coming in soon, so don't worry. The Faith, Trick, Mayor problem has been pushed aside because of this problem, so you wont hear anything about. Let's just say the story took a time out on that joint. Hope you like this Chapter.
See the Light
Xander opened his eyes. Where the heck had he gone? First he was talking to Cordiela, then he had found himself somewhere else with Buffy. He didn't like that place. And now he returned to the hospital.
"Xander, are you alright?" Cordiela asked concerned. "You zoned out on us."
"Where's Buffy?" He asked now looking around freaked. Buffy was, of course, where she had been all this time, next to his bed. "Good God I had a bad dream."
He heard somebody cried out. It was Buffy, she sat straight up out of her bed surprising everyone. Cordiela seemed to jump a mile high into the ceiling while Joyce turned white. He would have stayed cool... except that since his nerves were already jarred, it didn't take much for him to jump.
"Bu...Buffy." Joyce stumbled as the Slayer started looking around. Buffy looked freaked, yup he was sure that they had shared the same dream and she was as freaked out as he was. "Are you alright?"
Slowly she gained her composure and nodded to her mother. "Just a... bad dream." Her voice sounded hollow and rumbled from having a tube in her throat earlier this morning.
Joyce nodded and kissed her daughter on the forehead.
"Hey Ms. Summers, if you want a break, I can sit with these two." Cordiela offered. Yeah, Cordiela could be great when it came to something really serious. Although she would never admit to it. Joyce considered this offer and then shook her head.
The world started spinning again. It was like riding on the Tea Cup ride in Disney World only you're not moving. He wanted to vomit, but nothing came. He hadn't eaten in a while, so he had no fuel.
"Oh no Cordiela. I'm alright." Ms. Summers replied.
Buffy put her hand on her mothers and looked at her with a small smile as if to make whatever she was going to say sound like the truth. "Mom, you haven't eaten. You should go. We'll be okay. Wont we Xander?"
"Uhh... Yeah." Xander replied trying his best to keep the world still for a minute. Failing to do that, he closed his eyes. Only problem was that darkness made it even worse. "Yeah dandy."
Joyce seemed to resist and then let out a sigh. "Alright, but I'll be back in a minute."
Buffy's mother took another long look at them both and then headed out leaving them in Cordiela's care. He wasn't sure if that was good or not. But at least Buffy seemed to relax.
Cordiela sat down in a chair set between the two beds and seemed very uncomfortable. In fact the only one who wasn't uncomfortable was Buffy. She didn't seem to mind Cordiela's presence. He wouldn't either if she didn't hate him so much.
"Okay, none of you throw up or anything." Cordiela said.
Xander rolled his eyes. "Is that all you can think about?"
"Well, I just don't want to clean it up." Cordiela replied flipping her hair off her shoulder as if to say it'd ruin her reputation.
"Would you both stop bickering?" Buffy growled. "My God for once just get along. There's something very wrong. That place... I need to talk to Giles."
And with that, the Slayer started to get out of bed. Cordiela panicked. "Buffy, stay in bed..."
"I'm..." the blond girl replied and slipped to the ground. If that had been him and if he felt better, he'd be embarrassed. The tough Slayer didn't get up though. He didn't even think she was conscious.
Cordiela quickly ran to the other side, trying to get Buffy back in bed before the nurses noticed. It was a struggle, but surprisingly, the thick headed girl did it succeed and Buffy lay back in her bed. Well her body, at least. He didn't know where her mind went off to.
* * * * *
It was awful, it felt like her skin was on fire and burning. The screams, the terrible screams. The dark ate her alive and not even her Slayer strength could help her here. No, now she was stuck in some dark place that seemed to burn her body and soul. Luckily Xander hadn't shown up.
And then suddenly it all went away. The screaming... The heat... She could hear a steady beeping sound of a monitor nearby. Was she going crazy? Now she fell back into the hospital. The light was almost too bright. Cordiela lay half asleep on a chair and Xander sat up in his bed as if he were too scared to fall asleep.
Looking over her skin to make sure that it was all a horrible, terrible, oh so real, nightmare, Buffy slowly tried to regain the confidence she usually had. Her head felt better, which was a definite plus... But where in the world was her mother? It wasn't like she had gone to go to Venice or anything.
"You awake?" Xander asked looking over at her. She nodded. "Good cause now I can talk to someone that can tell me why the hell we had the same dream and why the hell it felt so real."
"I'm as baffled as you Xander." Buffy replied caughing. "Cordiela?"
The brunette shot up in her seat and looked around sheepishly. She looked over towards Xander and then at Buffy. "I'm up, I'm up."
"Cordiela, you need to..." Buffy started but started a coughing fit. A few seconds later, she cleared her throat and shrugged off the two's concern. "Look, you need to get Giles and tell him to come in. I really need to talk to him. He's my English Uncle remember?"
Cordiela wasn't quick on the uptake and looked at Buffy strangely. A sudden light bulb turned on and Cordiela snapped her fingers. "Oooohhh. Yeah, Uncle... Got it."
Coming Up:
"Giles, I'm sick. I have less tolerance for boring stories. Spit it out." Buffy said impatiently, irritated at his narration.
Nodding, he got right to the point. "This magic sends the soul to Hell."
"Oh." Buffy breathed.
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See the Light
Xander opened his eyes. Where the heck had he gone? First he was talking to Cordiela, then he had found himself somewhere else with Buffy. He didn't like that place. And now he returned to the hospital.
"Xander, are you alright?" Cordiela asked concerned. "You zoned out on us."
"Where's Buffy?" He asked now looking around freaked. Buffy was, of course, where she had been all this time, next to his bed. "Good God I had a bad dream."
He heard somebody cried out. It was Buffy, she sat straight up out of her bed surprising everyone. Cordiela seemed to jump a mile high into the ceiling while Joyce turned white. He would have stayed cool... except that since his nerves were already jarred, it didn't take much for him to jump.
"Bu...Buffy." Joyce stumbled as the Slayer started looking around. Buffy looked freaked, yup he was sure that they had shared the same dream and she was as freaked out as he was. "Are you alright?"
Slowly she gained her composure and nodded to her mother. "Just a... bad dream." Her voice sounded hollow and rumbled from having a tube in her throat earlier this morning.
Joyce nodded and kissed her daughter on the forehead.
"Hey Ms. Summers, if you want a break, I can sit with these two." Cordiela offered. Yeah, Cordiela could be great when it came to something really serious. Although she would never admit to it. Joyce considered this offer and then shook her head.
The world started spinning again. It was like riding on the Tea Cup ride in Disney World only you're not moving. He wanted to vomit, but nothing came. He hadn't eaten in a while, so he had no fuel.
"Oh no Cordiela. I'm alright." Ms. Summers replied.
Buffy put her hand on her mothers and looked at her with a small smile as if to make whatever she was going to say sound like the truth. "Mom, you haven't eaten. You should go. We'll be okay. Wont we Xander?"
"Uhh... Yeah." Xander replied trying his best to keep the world still for a minute. Failing to do that, he closed his eyes. Only problem was that darkness made it even worse. "Yeah dandy."
Joyce seemed to resist and then let out a sigh. "Alright, but I'll be back in a minute."
Buffy's mother took another long look at them both and then headed out leaving them in Cordiela's care. He wasn't sure if that was good or not. But at least Buffy seemed to relax.
Cordiela sat down in a chair set between the two beds and seemed very uncomfortable. In fact the only one who wasn't uncomfortable was Buffy. She didn't seem to mind Cordiela's presence. He wouldn't either if she didn't hate him so much.
"Okay, none of you throw up or anything." Cordiela said.
Xander rolled his eyes. "Is that all you can think about?"
"Well, I just don't want to clean it up." Cordiela replied flipping her hair off her shoulder as if to say it'd ruin her reputation.
"Would you both stop bickering?" Buffy growled. "My God for once just get along. There's something very wrong. That place... I need to talk to Giles."
And with that, the Slayer started to get out of bed. Cordiela panicked. "Buffy, stay in bed..."
"I'm..." the blond girl replied and slipped to the ground. If that had been him and if he felt better, he'd be embarrassed. The tough Slayer didn't get up though. He didn't even think she was conscious.
Cordiela quickly ran to the other side, trying to get Buffy back in bed before the nurses noticed. It was a struggle, but surprisingly, the thick headed girl did it succeed and Buffy lay back in her bed. Well her body, at least. He didn't know where her mind went off to.
* * * * *
It was awful, it felt like her skin was on fire and burning. The screams, the terrible screams. The dark ate her alive and not even her Slayer strength could help her here. No, now she was stuck in some dark place that seemed to burn her body and soul. Luckily Xander hadn't shown up.
And then suddenly it all went away. The screaming... The heat... She could hear a steady beeping sound of a monitor nearby. Was she going crazy? Now she fell back into the hospital. The light was almost too bright. Cordiela lay half asleep on a chair and Xander sat up in his bed as if he were too scared to fall asleep.
Looking over her skin to make sure that it was all a horrible, terrible, oh so real, nightmare, Buffy slowly tried to regain the confidence she usually had. Her head felt better, which was a definite plus... But where in the world was her mother? It wasn't like she had gone to go to Venice or anything.
"You awake?" Xander asked looking over at her. She nodded. "Good cause now I can talk to someone that can tell me why the hell we had the same dream and why the hell it felt so real."
"I'm as baffled as you Xander." Buffy replied caughing. "Cordiela?"
The brunette shot up in her seat and looked around sheepishly. She looked over towards Xander and then at Buffy. "I'm up, I'm up."
"Cordiela, you need to..." Buffy started but started a coughing fit. A few seconds later, she cleared her throat and shrugged off the two's concern. "Look, you need to get Giles and tell him to come in. I really need to talk to him. He's my English Uncle remember?"
Cordiela wasn't quick on the uptake and looked at Buffy strangely. A sudden light bulb turned on and Cordiela snapped her fingers. "Oooohhh. Yeah, Uncle... Got it."
Coming Up:
"Giles, I'm sick. I have less tolerance for boring stories. Spit it out." Buffy said impatiently, irritated at his narration.
Nodding, he got right to the point. "This magic sends the soul to Hell."
"Oh." Buffy breathed.
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