Red
A/N
Tals: Thank you for the kind review. *grins*
Spuffy: Witness more. How are you? You're one of my favourite reviewers, d'you know that?
Harry: Thank you. There's a while before we switch back to Willow I'm afraid. See, we won't actually meet up with her again until she gets wherever it is she's going. And since I can't tell you that…(Well, I can, but then I'd have to kill you)
(tars…@cit….e…) : Witness me protecting your anonymity by not publishing your full email address… aren't I nice! *lol* *bounces up and down in joy from your lovely review*
Alex: *lol* Sorry. I guess I just take as long as I take. Maybe you should take lessons whilst you wait? *grins and proffers chocolate*
The Sleepless Dreamer: Yay! Another of my favourite reviewers! Darcy isn't in this one… yet! *grins*
*Notes to herself* Hmmm, obviously in a scarily good mood today. Possibly getting better. *notices all the people watching her* I'm ill. I hate being ill. And then I get all annoying and perky when I'm getting better.
Arekanderu: Little???? That was a bloody long chapter for me! Glad you're still enjoying it.
Lady Earth Goddess: You guessed! I admit it… I'm demonic. *giggles*
SilverSea: I think you're good at reviews. Thanks for the positive words about the characterisation!
Lora Darcy: Thank you. And "Yay!" I've hooked someone!!!!! I'm looking at Chapter 6 right now. You're right, but I remember why it's so different from my normal style. I uploaded it from someone else's PC. What I'm gonna do is stick it on my PC, rework it a bit and then replace the text. Thanks for pointing it out!
And now dear friends… Hey, don't run away…. I'm not that scary!… On with the fic.
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Day Three: The Darkest Hour is Before Dawn
Inside Charles Xavier's School for the Gifted the mutant known as Storm poured over the morning papers with Charles Xavier himself.
"The story's on the front page of every paper." Storm commented, all indecision now out of her system.
"Except The Daily Bugle." The Professor reminded her. "It's on page two. Page one is about Spiderman again."
"What do we do?" Storm asked him.
The Professor shrugged. "We wait for Cyclops, Jean and Logan to report in. However, I fear that no matter what course of action is taken, this will affect human-mutant relations for a long time to come."
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Cyclops, Jean and Wolverine had outbid scores of journalists in order to rent a house opposite the media circus in Revello Drive. From there, they maintained a close surveillance on the house in order to discover whether or not Wollow Roseburg was still living there.
No-one matching her description had yet put in an appearance. A young blonde woman and a brunette teenager appeared to live there as well and a young brunette male in his early twenties had put in an appearance. He had been joined after six the previous night by a woman who looked to be of the same age as him. They were obviously a couple. The X-Men had been unable to gain access to the back of the house and so hadn't been able to observe the comings and goings from the back of the house.
It was an obscene time in the morning, still dark outside, and Wolverine was currently on watch. The Media Circus had long since scattered to return to their motel rooms for a few hours sleep before they reassembled again later that morning.
Wolverine hated keeping watch. He'd much rather have been knocking the door down and grabbing the girl. But Cyclops and Jean had convinced him not to.
Idly, he scanned the street, expecting to see nothing more than a few cats. However, a small blonde figure was ducking into a garden a few doors along from the house he was supposed to be keeping watch on.
Wolverine slipped out of the open window and out onto a flat roof before climbing down and crossing the street. Silently, he entered the garden of a house and climbed onto their flat roof to wait and see whether or not him hunch that the blonde figure would be heading that way was correct.
It was.
Wolverine observed the blonde woman who lived in the same house as Wollow Roseburg as she crossed through her neighbours garden's.
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Buffy's Slayer sense was going haywire. Someone was watching her. Casually, she glanced around her, allowing her Slayer senses to do the rest. It was then that she saw him.
Crouched up on the roof of one of her neighbours was a man. For one crazy second she thought it might be Angel. Then that thought faded and she was convinced it was Spike. Finally, she realised that the man who was silently watching her had a distinctly different build to that of Angel or Spike.
She continued on to her own garden and once there turned and faced the man.
"So Stalker-boy, you wanna settle this?" She called in a low voice.
Without making a sound, the man jumped down from the roof and made his way over to face her.
"Look." He growled at her, his hands spread wide in a placatory gesture. "I don't wanna fight you."
"Awww, too bad." Buffy sympathised, getting into a fighting position. "'Cause I do!"
"I'd probably break you in half." The man informed her helpfully.
Buffy laughed. "Somehow, I doubt that." She said, punching him on the jaw. Her hand felt like she'd just broken every bone in it. "Ow!" She said involuntarily, cradling it.
The man shrugged. "Told you." He said. "I don't want to fight you."
"Fine!" Buffy exclaimed. "Then what do you want?"
"I want to talk to Wollow Roseburg." He told her.
"You mean Willow Rosenburg." Buffy informed him. "She doesn't live here anymore."
"Where can I find her?" The man asked.
"I wouldn't tell you even if I knew!" Buffy exclaimed and then looked down at her injured hand. When she looked back up, the man had disappeared.
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Just before dawn arrived, a convertible pulled into Crawford Street and into the driveway of one of the houses there.