TITLE: Behind the crystal walls
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 10/?
EMAIL: burning_night@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: "They followed me home, can I keep them?"
"No, Joss owns them, now give them back." "Sigh."
They folk on "Angel" and "Buffy" might not be mine,
but I still like to play with them.
The concept and figures of "Slayers" the Anime and the
Mangas belong to people with long and unspeakable
Japanese names that I have forgotten how to spell
The gods belong themselves, but the outlook of Ares is
obviously influenced by watching Xena.
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free ... just tell me, I'd like to know where
it goes to.
RATING: PG-13 (I think)
PAIRING: Xander/Angel/Wesley
AUTHORS NOTES: I did it! I turned this into a full-blown Buffy/Slayers
X-over! Prepare for ultimate weirdness! The return of
Oz! The end of the Initiative! And Spike turning into
dum dum dum.... a woman!!
English is still not my native language and this story is
not beta'd.
FEEDBACK: Is there a writer who doesn't want feedback ???
Constructive critic always welcomed
Flamers will be cursed with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrences
******
"Hello Mother."
The words echoed through the room and in a single eyeblink everything
was different.
When L-Sama had heard the words, she had rushed forward and was now
holding her child in a tight embrace. It had been so long for her.
Angel, Wesley and Cordelia were starring at Xander in shock as he
claimed the Ultimate Power of the universe to be his mother.
Ares was smiling indulgently, secretly hoping that he would be allowed
to claim his own halfmortal children after the battle was over.
***
She was holding him in her arms, finally. L-Sama was happy. To be
finally able to hold her child, her only child, it was something so
wonderful she could not describe it. And yet she knew it would have to
end soon. Her son had a destiny to fulfill and she still had to wake
his friends and unite him with his mates.
Reluctantly she released him from her arms.
"~You remember everything now, my Child.~"
Xander nodded. All the heartbreak of his former life, all the times
with his friends and the loneliness after they were gone, L-Sama's offer
and the feeling of safety as she had carried him inside her.
"What about my friends? Are they awake, too?"
She shook her head.
"~Not yet, Child.~"
"~We had hoped to have more time to prepare everyone.~"
"~But the Forces of Light and Darkness have chosen their hosts-bodies~"
"~quicker then we thought they would.~"
"~I'll wake up your friends in a moment.~"
"~They all are needed on the Field of Decision.~"
L-Sama stretched out the fingers of her right hand and ribbons of golden
power started to float away, each of them searching for a specific soul
and waking the small seedlings deeply buried in the subconscious, returning
to them what had slept so long.
***
Angel screamed as his demon was unceremoniously kicked out of his body
to make place for his true self. His mind was filled with dragons and
wolves, with power and darkness and with memories of a life so long and
strange that he couldn't really compare it to anything.
Then the pain was over and automatically his hand closed around his
staff as he straightened up and looked around.
***
Responsibility was filling Wesley's brain. Responsibility had made him
take the leadership of the clan, responsibility had lead to his death.
And yet he wouldn't have done anything different. His body was changing,
internally and externally. He knew that he now could take on an other
form, his real form, but he didn't, this room was too small.
***
She had been a queen. A real queen. Living in a castle, having servants
and everything. But that hadn't been important. Fashion hadn't been
important and status hadn't been important, just the continued happiness
of her people. Cordelia realized that her old self was a lot more mature
then her now self and yet she couldn't help but grin a silly little grin.
She had been a queen, wow!
***
Giles had been talking to Spike when the golden light hit them both. He
had been worried when the chipped vampire claimed that the Slayer was
running around in Sunnydale with weird glowing eyes.
But nothing like that mattered anymore, when the memories of not one,
not two, but three different past incarnations reasserted themselves
into his brain. Three different existences with one and the same body.
A body he felt returning to him.
***
Spike was not very happy. First the wanker's of the Initiative had taken
his bite and now the Slayer was running around like she wanted to
personally ring in the apocalypse. Hell, her eyes had scared him silly
and he wasn't one to be frightened easily.
Then the light hit him and he suddenly was awash with strange memories.
She was a temperamental girl, always carrying a mace with her to hit
people that annoyed her. Filia, that was her name and she liked tea,
pottery and weapons... and she was a dragon. A real dragon.
Spike looked up just in time to see Giles change into someone else.
Someone she knew. Her foster son, last of the Ancient dragons. Then
the light released Spike.
The first thing he noticed was that he couldn't feel his demon anymore.
The second thing made him completely forget about the first one: he
wasn't a he anymore, he was a she!
Spike screamed.
***
Oz winced silently as he was dumped unceremoniously on his behind. He
looked around and found himself in an only all to familiar graveyard.
Somehow he had gotten back to Sunnydale, but how? Did Willow do a spell
to bring him back? He doubted it.
His doubts were forgotten when the light surrounded him. Memories of
a rather childlike character filled him. A man-child, not very bright
and yet the best swordfighter on the entire planet. One who had been
traveling with a redhead for a long time before he had settled down and
married his one true love.
"Sylphiel," he whispered as the light vanished again.
***
Something had to be wrong with Willow. Tara was worried for her new
friend. They had met regularly for the last few weeks and Willow had
been always on time. But not today. Actually she couldn't remember
seeing the redhead the entire day and she should have, they had classes
together and Willow never missed a class.
All the thoughts and worries were forgotten when the light came. The
light that woke the memories of a shrine maiden and healer priestess.
Shy, unselfish and so in love.
Tara barely noticed the grow-spurt she just had had or the fact that her
hair was now of a bluish black. All she knew was that her love was
somewhere close and waiting for her and she couldn't let him wait any
longer.
***
The taint in her powercenter was vibrating. Something was happening.
Then the power was there, power of the same energy that tainted her.
It was invading her, changing her, rebuilding her body and mind.
She remembered all the foolhardy things she had done, all the enemies
she had beaten. And her death, the coward that had stabbed her from
behind.
Had Willow been angry before, now she was livid. And now being able
to control her powers, she set into tearing down the Initiative piece
by piece. First she unlocked the holding cells, releasing all the
captured demons, then she started chasing the idiots that had brought
her here, Fireballs crackling in her hands. Nobody, absolutely nobody
could lock down the poster child for chaos and destruction!
tbc
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 10/?
EMAIL: burning_night@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: "They followed me home, can I keep them?"
"No, Joss owns them, now give them back." "Sigh."
They folk on "Angel" and "Buffy" might not be mine,
but I still like to play with them.
The concept and figures of "Slayers" the Anime and the
Mangas belong to people with long and unspeakable
Japanese names that I have forgotten how to spell
The gods belong themselves, but the outlook of Ares is
obviously influenced by watching Xena.
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free ... just tell me, I'd like to know where
it goes to.
RATING: PG-13 (I think)
PAIRING: Xander/Angel/Wesley
AUTHORS NOTES: I did it! I turned this into a full-blown Buffy/Slayers
X-over! Prepare for ultimate weirdness! The return of
Oz! The end of the Initiative! And Spike turning into
dum dum dum.... a woman!!
English is still not my native language and this story is
not beta'd.
FEEDBACK: Is there a writer who doesn't want feedback ???
Constructive critic always welcomed
Flamers will be cursed with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrences
******
"Hello Mother."
The words echoed through the room and in a single eyeblink everything
was different.
When L-Sama had heard the words, she had rushed forward and was now
holding her child in a tight embrace. It had been so long for her.
Angel, Wesley and Cordelia were starring at Xander in shock as he
claimed the Ultimate Power of the universe to be his mother.
Ares was smiling indulgently, secretly hoping that he would be allowed
to claim his own halfmortal children after the battle was over.
***
She was holding him in her arms, finally. L-Sama was happy. To be
finally able to hold her child, her only child, it was something so
wonderful she could not describe it. And yet she knew it would have to
end soon. Her son had a destiny to fulfill and she still had to wake
his friends and unite him with his mates.
Reluctantly she released him from her arms.
"~You remember everything now, my Child.~"
Xander nodded. All the heartbreak of his former life, all the times
with his friends and the loneliness after they were gone, L-Sama's offer
and the feeling of safety as she had carried him inside her.
"What about my friends? Are they awake, too?"
She shook her head.
"~Not yet, Child.~"
"~We had hoped to have more time to prepare everyone.~"
"~But the Forces of Light and Darkness have chosen their hosts-bodies~"
"~quicker then we thought they would.~"
"~I'll wake up your friends in a moment.~"
"~They all are needed on the Field of Decision.~"
L-Sama stretched out the fingers of her right hand and ribbons of golden
power started to float away, each of them searching for a specific soul
and waking the small seedlings deeply buried in the subconscious, returning
to them what had slept so long.
***
Angel screamed as his demon was unceremoniously kicked out of his body
to make place for his true self. His mind was filled with dragons and
wolves, with power and darkness and with memories of a life so long and
strange that he couldn't really compare it to anything.
Then the pain was over and automatically his hand closed around his
staff as he straightened up and looked around.
***
Responsibility was filling Wesley's brain. Responsibility had made him
take the leadership of the clan, responsibility had lead to his death.
And yet he wouldn't have done anything different. His body was changing,
internally and externally. He knew that he now could take on an other
form, his real form, but he didn't, this room was too small.
***
She had been a queen. A real queen. Living in a castle, having servants
and everything. But that hadn't been important. Fashion hadn't been
important and status hadn't been important, just the continued happiness
of her people. Cordelia realized that her old self was a lot more mature
then her now self and yet she couldn't help but grin a silly little grin.
She had been a queen, wow!
***
Giles had been talking to Spike when the golden light hit them both. He
had been worried when the chipped vampire claimed that the Slayer was
running around in Sunnydale with weird glowing eyes.
But nothing like that mattered anymore, when the memories of not one,
not two, but three different past incarnations reasserted themselves
into his brain. Three different existences with one and the same body.
A body he felt returning to him.
***
Spike was not very happy. First the wanker's of the Initiative had taken
his bite and now the Slayer was running around like she wanted to
personally ring in the apocalypse. Hell, her eyes had scared him silly
and he wasn't one to be frightened easily.
Then the light hit him and he suddenly was awash with strange memories.
She was a temperamental girl, always carrying a mace with her to hit
people that annoyed her. Filia, that was her name and she liked tea,
pottery and weapons... and she was a dragon. A real dragon.
Spike looked up just in time to see Giles change into someone else.
Someone she knew. Her foster son, last of the Ancient dragons. Then
the light released Spike.
The first thing he noticed was that he couldn't feel his demon anymore.
The second thing made him completely forget about the first one: he
wasn't a he anymore, he was a she!
Spike screamed.
***
Oz winced silently as he was dumped unceremoniously on his behind. He
looked around and found himself in an only all to familiar graveyard.
Somehow he had gotten back to Sunnydale, but how? Did Willow do a spell
to bring him back? He doubted it.
His doubts were forgotten when the light surrounded him. Memories of
a rather childlike character filled him. A man-child, not very bright
and yet the best swordfighter on the entire planet. One who had been
traveling with a redhead for a long time before he had settled down and
married his one true love.
"Sylphiel," he whispered as the light vanished again.
***
Something had to be wrong with Willow. Tara was worried for her new
friend. They had met regularly for the last few weeks and Willow had
been always on time. But not today. Actually she couldn't remember
seeing the redhead the entire day and she should have, they had classes
together and Willow never missed a class.
All the thoughts and worries were forgotten when the light came. The
light that woke the memories of a shrine maiden and healer priestess.
Shy, unselfish and so in love.
Tara barely noticed the grow-spurt she just had had or the fact that her
hair was now of a bluish black. All she knew was that her love was
somewhere close and waiting for her and she couldn't let him wait any
longer.
***
The taint in her powercenter was vibrating. Something was happening.
Then the power was there, power of the same energy that tainted her.
It was invading her, changing her, rebuilding her body and mind.
She remembered all the foolhardy things she had done, all the enemies
she had beaten. And her death, the coward that had stabbed her from
behind.
Had Willow been angry before, now she was livid. And now being able
to control her powers, she set into tearing down the Initiative piece
by piece. First she unlocked the holding cells, releasing all the
captured demons, then she started chasing the idiots that had brought
her here, Fireballs crackling in her hands. Nobody, absolutely nobody
could lock down the poster child for chaos and destruction!
tbc