Hello everyone! Sorry this chapter took me so long, I ran into a
massive writer's block. I don't know what exactly I doing with this story,
whether or not to bring the scouts in as a major part or to bring the Black
moon family in or not. I think, at least for the next few chapters, I'm
going to leave the scouts and Sailormoon enemies in Tokyo. But we see
their reactions to Usagi's disappearance in this part!
Just a reminder, this story takes place during Season four of Buffy and Sailormoon R. I will probably be using a lot of the actual Buffy episodes at least in the beginning, so if you get confused or don't understand episode specific chapters, look it up on the Buffyguide.com, the place where I'm getting all my info!
Thank you for your patience and your reviews! Speaking of which, I didn't send out the e-mails but I did find it very flattering that a reader liked my fic so much. I am sorry if the e-mails bothered anyone and I do not wish for people to spam the internet with my story (people yelling at me is not a fun thing!). Thank you all for reading and ideas for what to do with the scouts, et all would be appreciated.
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Ami sat next to Minako and Makoto, anxiously awaiting the results of Rei's fire reading. A scout meeting had been called for when Luna had come running up to Ami this morning with the news that Usagi was missing. The senshi of ice frowned, remembering how she and the girls had blown off Usagi missing school the day after Mamaru's declaration. Logically she knew that she and the others had no way of knowing that their poor leader hadn't merely been sick or depressed. Even Luna, who had stayed with Minako and Artemis that night hadn't known until she went back the following night. They should have known though! Their leader and princess goes missing and not one of them had even felt uneasy about her absence.
Chibi-Usa hadn't been much of help either. Makoto said that she'd seen the pink haired girl yesterday with Mamaru. When the senshi asked about Usagi, the child had clutched 'Mamo-chan' possessively and said that Usagi was fine. Ami was now inclined to agree with Usagi that the child was a little spore!
Hearing the sniffling of tears, Ami looked over to where Minako sat to one side of her. Minako had not stopped crying since she had heard the news. Yet she was very proud of her for still being relatively pulled together. Venus, the former leader of the scouts, had been the one to get the girls excused from school and had thought of the fire reading. Ami was ashamed of how she had almost fallen apart at the thought that something had happened to Usagi, her first friend. All logic had failed her when she heard and only Luna's prodding to inform the others had gotten her to snap out of her shock. Both girls were sure that their enemies had once again tried to attack and had this time succeeded.
Makoto had also snapped when she heard the news. Barely waiting for their absences to be cleared with the school, the Senshi of strength chose to lay the blame on someone else. She had marched over to Mamaru's apartment and almost beat the crap out of him. Mamaru had looked stunned, as the angry and heartbroken girl had punched him over and over. He then went pasty white as Makoto began to yell at him for causing Usagi's disappearance. It had taken Minako and Ami's combined strength to get Makoto out of his apartment, not even bothering to explain to him the situation. The angry senshi now sat to the left of Ami, alternating between anger and fear.
Almost on the verge of tears, the most intelligent of the senshi looked forward to where their most volatile senshi sat unmoving in front of the fire. Rei had taken the news the hardest, blaming herself fiercely for not having known the Usagi was gone. Ami shivered and remembered Rei's face as she heard the news. The girls had gone to the senshi of fire's private school after leaving Mamaru's apartment. When told the news by a still sniffling Minako, the girl who picked on Usagi the most had gone into a state of mental shock. She stayed in that state until they were almost at her temple and she suddenly and violently began to yell, to scream at herself and the others. Where the others had blamed their enemies or Mamaru, she blamed them and out of the scouts she blamed herself the most. Since then she had thrown herself into the fire reading, searching for their lost princess.
Now as they all looked towards their psychic friend, each in varying degrees of shock, fear, and anger, they hoped desperately to find her, casting all their thoughts of their friend into the fire. This was their last hope, as Ami's computer hadn't picked up a sign of Usagi anywhere. Ami's breath caught in her throat as Rei moved from her position and turned towards them. The air stayed caught as Rei shook her head silently, despair and dread on a face full of tears.
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Across the ocean sat a girl who if she'd known the hurt and pained her absence had caused, would have gladly let them know that she was okay. However, she didn't remember the girls and so was unconcerned being more caught up with her own troubles. Namely a group of very strange people who jabbered at her in an unknown language and poked at her wings, something she was getting very annoyed with. Oh well, they had fed her, a gallantry they had almost regretted as the little angel inhaled a huge portion of their Thanksgiving food.
Right now the group was sitting around a table and looking into books, from where occasionally one would look up and stare at her. The whole business was dreadfully uncomfortable. The 'angel' looked over at her savior and grimaced slightly. Once again he was tied up and not looking very happy about it despite the way he kept apparently smirking at the group and saying what sounded like taunting words. She had by now figured that her rescuer was obviously not the best company to be in. With a shudder, the girl began to wonder if the group would tie her up! She didn't want to be captured again! Waking up in a small cell was not a way she ever wished to wake up again. Thank goodness she had noticed the escape route when her capturers took her to what she had decided to call the 'uncomfortable poking room'.
The winged girl sighed and decided to take a nap. Besides being uncertain as to the intentions of the group, it was boring not being able to communicate! She would think about what to do later.
"She's asleep." said Anya. The former vengeance demon had been watching the angel out of the corner of her eyes the entire time. What if the supreme agent of good sensed her former status! Would she kill her or something? Anya didn't know and didn't particularly wish to find out.
Xander, having noticed his girlfriend's preoccupation with the angel, put his arm around her. "I don't think she'll hold you being a demon against you. After all, she showed up with Spike and he still is a demon even if he's now a pansy who can't do anything."
"You just wait until I get my bite back!" At the groups' gestures to hush, the slandered demon looked over at the sleeping angel. He went into his 'game face' to give is words the emphasis he needed and in a much lower tone said, "Then I'll show you a demon, you bleeding moron."
"Stop this bickering! Spike, there will be no showing of your demonic nature. And you, Xander, stop taunting the vampire. I swear, its like dealing with a bunch of children!" Giles looked disapprovingly at Spike and Xander before sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Now, what has everyone found so far?"
Willow, who had flinched out of reflex at Spike's game face, volunteered information first. "Well, all the Wiccan Website's offer about angels is that they are spiritual guides. Some believe they have no form, some believe in the common biblical references."
"But from what I've been reading, the bible states that they either look like regular humans or that they're glowing beings with six wings." Xander looked over at the angel, "She doesn't have six wings unless the other four are really small."
"Well, there were many pre-biblical cultures that had myths about angelic beings. So far I've come across twenty-five such cultures, including the ancient Greeks and Babylonians. Many of these had wings, usually just two, though in many cases the number was unspecified. And in all case they were agents of good, protectors who destroyed evil." Anya quickly told what she had found, talking just above a whisper. "Well, we've done our part. She's probably an ancient angel or destroyer of evil. Xander, let's go have sex before she realizes that I was a demon and kills me!"
And with that Anya grabbed Xander, who looked like he wanted to try and find the really small wings, and dragged him to the door.
"Anya, wait! I seriously doubt..." The door slammed closed. "... that she's going to kill you." Giles sighed. "Why does no one listen to me?" He looked over at Willow. "Personally, I doubt that she's an angel. If she were, she would be able to communicate with us, especially as a servant to the higher powers. I also doubt that Spike would even be able to be in the same room as her if she was one. But then again, she was able to break the law that vampires can't enter a home unless invited first. It stands to reason that an angel could have that power." He sat down heavily in his chair, throwing a frustrated glance at the winged creature who hadn't even twitched at the slamming of the door. He was still upset that all tries to get the being to communicate had been failures. *If only I knew what language she spoke! Then we'd know what she was.*
Willow, concerned that instead of an angel, they had a very beautiful, very powerful demon in the house, stared at the angel before asking the question on everyone's mind.
"So, if she's not an angel, what is she?"
"I don't know. Spike, tell us again the ceremony you saw. And this time be clearer!
What you told us before sounds more like a ceremony to summon a high level Glaric demon, which looks decidedly different than an angel."
"I'm not saying another word until you feed me!"
One week later, the situation hadn't changed much. They still had to bribe Spike with blood to get even a little information on the commando's or the ceremony that brought the winged creature. A problem which infuriated Buffy as he had already promised to tell them everything in return for taking care of the angel. All Spike said when this was pointed out was, "I'm a demon, ducks. Breaking promises is what we do. Now get me more blood and I'll consider telling you what type of weapons they had."
The beleaguered vampire slayer came out of the bathroom they'd chained Spike in. Even after she'd fed him he still didn't say much. As she stood ruminating, the petite angel passed by her and went into Spike's little prison. *Well, she certainly doesn't help much.* In fact the winged girl had tried to let Spike loose five times since she'd been at Giles. Fortunately they'd caught them before he left, after all who else could they get info from if the only demon who knew anything about the commandoes left?
Then there was Riley, a possible future boyfriend. When she'd run into him yesterday morning, he'd asked her out on a date but had seemed... preoccupied. When Buffy asked him if anything was wrong he had cryptically stated, "Just pondering the workings of God," and left.
The slayer was pulled out of her ruminations when Willow and Giles approached her. "Any luck?" asked Willow.
"Nope. He's still scared that we'll kill him once we get the information." Buffy looked back into the bathroom where Spike and the angel were watching Passions on the TV Giles had placed in there. The angel briefly looked over at the trio before turning back to the TV. "She's probably waiting for us to leave so she can try another escape attempt. I wonder why she keeps trying to free Spike? He's a demon!"
"According to him, he's the one who saved her from the soldiers. Perhaps she wishes to return the favor?" Giles hypothesized, though he looked a little upset that such an obviously nice creature would try to help Spike. "Perhaps she doesn't know he's evil? If only we could communicate! I bet whatever creature she is has a fascinating culture or history."
The two girls simultaneously rolled their eyes and stopped Giles before he could rant on his new favorite subject. The poor watcher had been spending every extra moment trying to crack the mystery of the winged being. That is when he wasn't looking up prophecies to see if she somehow figured into an apocalypse or something. Newcomers to Sunnydale almost always somehow brought about an apocalypse. He hadn't become a watcher without the ability to make correlations!
"Giles, maybe we could do a truth spell?," the learning witch asked hurriedly.
"Yes, Willow, that's a good idea. Come back tomorrow morning. Perhaps we can get a clearer picture of the ceremony. Spike still says that he was more preoccupied with picking out which of the casters to eat than he was in what words they were chanting. He must know more! That type of ceremony...."
The witch and the slayer fled before having to listen to a continuation of the rant. Giles rambled back down to the living room area, most likely to look up some more prophecies that included a winged being summoned by a demonic chant.
Once the sound of footsteps was gone, the angel stopped her pretense of watching something she didn't understand. If the girl had understood what Giles had said, she could have told him that he was only partly correct. She did wish to return the favor done to her, but more than that she, having already been captured, did not want any other creature to have to go through that. Even meanies who *shudders* drank blood.
"Oh, if only they hadn't used chains!" She muttered under her breath. The last few times he'd only been tied up with rope. Spike looked away from the television at the sound of her talking. While he was used to the angel trying to get him out ( a situation he found very amusing) she hadn't spoken a word since the moment she'd tried to come to his defense the first time. I recognize a few of those words! Some of what she says is Japanese. I wonder what the other words she uses are. *
"What was that, pet?" The angel briefly looked up at him before trying to pull apart the chains once more. Still trying to get her to converse, he pointed a finger to the chains (the only thing he had free to move). "You won't be able to free me that way. You need a key." At her look of incomprehension, "A key, keeey." Nope, just a blank look. "Key, a thing you need to be able to free me, keeey..."
"Spike stop encouraging her! You aren't going to be freed. At least not without the keeeey, which I happen to have." Giles stood at the doorway to the bathroom, having come back to belatedly keep an eye on the angel and Spike. Gloating, he pulled the object out of his pocket. The little angel looked at the key and then at the chains. Turning back and pointing at it, she opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again.
"Keeeey?," she uncertainly asked. Giles looked ecstatically at the girl before going closer.
"Yes, this is a key." Letting the angel get a closer look at the object, he wondered why he hadn't tried this before. If he could teach her their language, then they could communicate! He was brought out of his excited musings by the angel grabbing the key out of his hand. She promptly went over to Spike and tried to get the key to free him. Spike began to laugh as Giles spent the better part of thirty minutes trying to wrestle the 'keeey' away from the winged creature.
Two days later, Giles led a bewildered angel to Willow's dorm room. She was still decked out in her long white dress and was once again wearing Spike's duster to cover her wings. Giles knocked on the door to the girl's room checking to see that no one was around. He felt uncomfortable in the dorm house, especially with a girl who had noticeable humps coming out of her back. Getting through the school campus had been a nightmare. He hoped that Willow was in. As Willow opened the door Giles quickly dragged the angel into the room and closed the door.
"What's up Giles? You looked spooked. Why is the angel here? Is it to keep her away from Spike? Did she try to break Spike out again?" Willow hurriedly spoke her questions as she tried to keep the angel from the chocolate on the dresser. Man, the girl had a homing beacon for food! As the red-haired girl sat the angel on her bed, she looked at Giles expectantly.
"I look spooked because I don't want there to be an angel sighting in this town! Could you imagine the storm of tabloids that would cause. Not to mention what would happen if they did a little digging into other strange occurrences. And yes, she's tried to break that vampire out twice since you left, at one point even getting the key away from me." Giles suddenly stopped his ranting, blushing furiously. When it was obvious that Willow was tactfully going to let that one go he continued.
"Also, the angel, for a better lack of words, needs clothes. I was wondering if you and Buffy could spare some? I'd ask Anya to go shopping with her since she's got the most free time, but she hasn't shown up at the house since, in her own words 'the angel that will want to kill me' has been there." He looked consideringly at their closet's, especially Buffy's which could easily hold enough clothing for a department store, taking into account how much she shopped.
"Sure, I don't mind and I'm sure that Buffy would feel the same!" At a look from Giles, she added, "Well, okay, not so sure. But its a good cause, I mean how many girls can say they lent an angel their clothes." They looked over at the angel, who had already found the clothes in Willow's closet. "Hey, she's even got good taste!"
As the helpful girl went and tried to see what the angel would like, she rambled on to Giles. "Giles, maybe we should name her! I mean after all we can't keep calling her angel. There's already an Angel in this group. Even though he's no longer in the group and moved to L.A. Does that mean he's no longer a part of the gang? Besides calling her that probably upset Buffy. I mean who wants to be reminded of so much pain by such a sweet creature every time we go over to your house? Especially after Angelus, that was bad. Hey, maybe we could call her angel but in another language or something..."
Giles listened with one ear as he tried to figure out a tactful way to point out that she had missed meeting with him yesterday. He didn't like reprimanding people when they were in pain, and though he thought she was getting over Oz's departure, he knew that she was still hurting a little. However, she still had responsibilities and must be reminded of such. With a deep breath he decided to just tell her.
"Willow," he said breaking into her still rambling narrative, " you missed meeting with me yesterday to do the truth spell. I know you're in pain, but you can't let that get in the way of your responsibilities."
"I'm sorry Giles. I guess I've been a little off lately. Even my spells don't wish to work (AUTHOR'S NOTE: she's referring to the 'my will be done' spell which does work just not in the way she thinks). Besides, I'm trying to get through my pain but it's not working." The witch began to get angry with how little Giles and the gang understood. "You all want me to get through this as fast as possible so I can go back to doing all the work I do! None of you are satisfied with the way I'm dealing with this when in actuality I'm dealing with it rather well. At least I'm not running away like Buffy did." Immediately, Willow began to feel bad over what she had just said.
"Willow, I can see how you feel this way, but..." Willow, angry that he was trying to placate her interrupted. Eyes flashing she looked at Giles.
"You don't see anything!"
At that, Giles' vision began to get a little fuzzy. He took off his glasses and began to clean them. Hmm, his vision was still fuzzy. "I think I'm getting a headache. I'll try to talk to you later Willow. Please understand that I do sympathize." With that he stumbled out the door, forgetting the angel he'd brought with him.
Willow sighed. She hated getting into fights with people she admired. Why couldn't the just let her get through this her own way? At the sudden touch of a hand on her shoulder, she turned and looked into the sympathetic eyes of the angel. The deep blue orbs seemed to look straight though to her soul, telling her that at least one person/creature would understand.
Staring sorrowfully into the compassionate eyes of the winged girl, Willow's eyes flashed as she sadly stated, "I wish you could talk to me. I bet you'd help me."
Smiling a little at the angel, Willow put the clothes they'd picked out into the angel's arms and led her to the door. Just before she closed it, she told the angel, "Better find Giles. He's your way home." The witch closed the door, missing the surprised look on the angel's face as she did so.
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Finished with Chapter three! Whoa, am I ever tired of describing Usagi as the angel or the winged being/creature or the girl! Unfortunately, this has to go on for a little bit longer as she doesn't have a name yet. As most of you probably noticed, I've decided to divide the events of my story during the episode 'Something Blue' into two chapters. That's because I wanted to get something of this chapter out on FFNet and most of the rest of this chapter is still not working! Actually, I have my doubts about the whole chapter. Anyway, I've decided that this will definitely be a Usagi/Spike at the end but that is still a looong time coming! Also, in answer to people saying that Spike is OOC, yes he is a little, but I don't wish for this to be a dark fic. There won't be much blood and gore in this story! Besides, I don't think he's that out of character for this particular season. He was more comedic.
Just remember, there are other things happening in the actual episode. I'm just focusing on the parts that concern Usagi and Spike.
Next chapter, Usagi can speak English now! How will she react to a blind Giles and to Spike and Buffy? Stay tuned!
Just a reminder, this story takes place during Season four of Buffy and Sailormoon R. I will probably be using a lot of the actual Buffy episodes at least in the beginning, so if you get confused or don't understand episode specific chapters, look it up on the Buffyguide.com, the place where I'm getting all my info!
Thank you for your patience and your reviews! Speaking of which, I didn't send out the e-mails but I did find it very flattering that a reader liked my fic so much. I am sorry if the e-mails bothered anyone and I do not wish for people to spam the internet with my story (people yelling at me is not a fun thing!). Thank you all for reading and ideas for what to do with the scouts, et all would be appreciated.
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Ami sat next to Minako and Makoto, anxiously awaiting the results of Rei's fire reading. A scout meeting had been called for when Luna had come running up to Ami this morning with the news that Usagi was missing. The senshi of ice frowned, remembering how she and the girls had blown off Usagi missing school the day after Mamaru's declaration. Logically she knew that she and the others had no way of knowing that their poor leader hadn't merely been sick or depressed. Even Luna, who had stayed with Minako and Artemis that night hadn't known until she went back the following night. They should have known though! Their leader and princess goes missing and not one of them had even felt uneasy about her absence.
Chibi-Usa hadn't been much of help either. Makoto said that she'd seen the pink haired girl yesterday with Mamaru. When the senshi asked about Usagi, the child had clutched 'Mamo-chan' possessively and said that Usagi was fine. Ami was now inclined to agree with Usagi that the child was a little spore!
Hearing the sniffling of tears, Ami looked over to where Minako sat to one side of her. Minako had not stopped crying since she had heard the news. Yet she was very proud of her for still being relatively pulled together. Venus, the former leader of the scouts, had been the one to get the girls excused from school and had thought of the fire reading. Ami was ashamed of how she had almost fallen apart at the thought that something had happened to Usagi, her first friend. All logic had failed her when she heard and only Luna's prodding to inform the others had gotten her to snap out of her shock. Both girls were sure that their enemies had once again tried to attack and had this time succeeded.
Makoto had also snapped when she heard the news. Barely waiting for their absences to be cleared with the school, the Senshi of strength chose to lay the blame on someone else. She had marched over to Mamaru's apartment and almost beat the crap out of him. Mamaru had looked stunned, as the angry and heartbroken girl had punched him over and over. He then went pasty white as Makoto began to yell at him for causing Usagi's disappearance. It had taken Minako and Ami's combined strength to get Makoto out of his apartment, not even bothering to explain to him the situation. The angry senshi now sat to the left of Ami, alternating between anger and fear.
Almost on the verge of tears, the most intelligent of the senshi looked forward to where their most volatile senshi sat unmoving in front of the fire. Rei had taken the news the hardest, blaming herself fiercely for not having known the Usagi was gone. Ami shivered and remembered Rei's face as she heard the news. The girls had gone to the senshi of fire's private school after leaving Mamaru's apartment. When told the news by a still sniffling Minako, the girl who picked on Usagi the most had gone into a state of mental shock. She stayed in that state until they were almost at her temple and she suddenly and violently began to yell, to scream at herself and the others. Where the others had blamed their enemies or Mamaru, she blamed them and out of the scouts she blamed herself the most. Since then she had thrown herself into the fire reading, searching for their lost princess.
Now as they all looked towards their psychic friend, each in varying degrees of shock, fear, and anger, they hoped desperately to find her, casting all their thoughts of their friend into the fire. This was their last hope, as Ami's computer hadn't picked up a sign of Usagi anywhere. Ami's breath caught in her throat as Rei moved from her position and turned towards them. The air stayed caught as Rei shook her head silently, despair and dread on a face full of tears.
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Across the ocean sat a girl who if she'd known the hurt and pained her absence had caused, would have gladly let them know that she was okay. However, she didn't remember the girls and so was unconcerned being more caught up with her own troubles. Namely a group of very strange people who jabbered at her in an unknown language and poked at her wings, something she was getting very annoyed with. Oh well, they had fed her, a gallantry they had almost regretted as the little angel inhaled a huge portion of their Thanksgiving food.
Right now the group was sitting around a table and looking into books, from where occasionally one would look up and stare at her. The whole business was dreadfully uncomfortable. The 'angel' looked over at her savior and grimaced slightly. Once again he was tied up and not looking very happy about it despite the way he kept apparently smirking at the group and saying what sounded like taunting words. She had by now figured that her rescuer was obviously not the best company to be in. With a shudder, the girl began to wonder if the group would tie her up! She didn't want to be captured again! Waking up in a small cell was not a way she ever wished to wake up again. Thank goodness she had noticed the escape route when her capturers took her to what she had decided to call the 'uncomfortable poking room'.
The winged girl sighed and decided to take a nap. Besides being uncertain as to the intentions of the group, it was boring not being able to communicate! She would think about what to do later.
"She's asleep." said Anya. The former vengeance demon had been watching the angel out of the corner of her eyes the entire time. What if the supreme agent of good sensed her former status! Would she kill her or something? Anya didn't know and didn't particularly wish to find out.
Xander, having noticed his girlfriend's preoccupation with the angel, put his arm around her. "I don't think she'll hold you being a demon against you. After all, she showed up with Spike and he still is a demon even if he's now a pansy who can't do anything."
"You just wait until I get my bite back!" At the groups' gestures to hush, the slandered demon looked over at the sleeping angel. He went into his 'game face' to give is words the emphasis he needed and in a much lower tone said, "Then I'll show you a demon, you bleeding moron."
"Stop this bickering! Spike, there will be no showing of your demonic nature. And you, Xander, stop taunting the vampire. I swear, its like dealing with a bunch of children!" Giles looked disapprovingly at Spike and Xander before sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Now, what has everyone found so far?"
Willow, who had flinched out of reflex at Spike's game face, volunteered information first. "Well, all the Wiccan Website's offer about angels is that they are spiritual guides. Some believe they have no form, some believe in the common biblical references."
"But from what I've been reading, the bible states that they either look like regular humans or that they're glowing beings with six wings." Xander looked over at the angel, "She doesn't have six wings unless the other four are really small."
"Well, there were many pre-biblical cultures that had myths about angelic beings. So far I've come across twenty-five such cultures, including the ancient Greeks and Babylonians. Many of these had wings, usually just two, though in many cases the number was unspecified. And in all case they were agents of good, protectors who destroyed evil." Anya quickly told what she had found, talking just above a whisper. "Well, we've done our part. She's probably an ancient angel or destroyer of evil. Xander, let's go have sex before she realizes that I was a demon and kills me!"
And with that Anya grabbed Xander, who looked like he wanted to try and find the really small wings, and dragged him to the door.
"Anya, wait! I seriously doubt..." The door slammed closed. "... that she's going to kill you." Giles sighed. "Why does no one listen to me?" He looked over at Willow. "Personally, I doubt that she's an angel. If she were, she would be able to communicate with us, especially as a servant to the higher powers. I also doubt that Spike would even be able to be in the same room as her if she was one. But then again, she was able to break the law that vampires can't enter a home unless invited first. It stands to reason that an angel could have that power." He sat down heavily in his chair, throwing a frustrated glance at the winged creature who hadn't even twitched at the slamming of the door. He was still upset that all tries to get the being to communicate had been failures. *If only I knew what language she spoke! Then we'd know what she was.*
Willow, concerned that instead of an angel, they had a very beautiful, very powerful demon in the house, stared at the angel before asking the question on everyone's mind.
"So, if she's not an angel, what is she?"
"I don't know. Spike, tell us again the ceremony you saw. And this time be clearer!
What you told us before sounds more like a ceremony to summon a high level Glaric demon, which looks decidedly different than an angel."
"I'm not saying another word until you feed me!"
One week later, the situation hadn't changed much. They still had to bribe Spike with blood to get even a little information on the commando's or the ceremony that brought the winged creature. A problem which infuriated Buffy as he had already promised to tell them everything in return for taking care of the angel. All Spike said when this was pointed out was, "I'm a demon, ducks. Breaking promises is what we do. Now get me more blood and I'll consider telling you what type of weapons they had."
The beleaguered vampire slayer came out of the bathroom they'd chained Spike in. Even after she'd fed him he still didn't say much. As she stood ruminating, the petite angel passed by her and went into Spike's little prison. *Well, she certainly doesn't help much.* In fact the winged girl had tried to let Spike loose five times since she'd been at Giles. Fortunately they'd caught them before he left, after all who else could they get info from if the only demon who knew anything about the commandoes left?
Then there was Riley, a possible future boyfriend. When she'd run into him yesterday morning, he'd asked her out on a date but had seemed... preoccupied. When Buffy asked him if anything was wrong he had cryptically stated, "Just pondering the workings of God," and left.
The slayer was pulled out of her ruminations when Willow and Giles approached her. "Any luck?" asked Willow.
"Nope. He's still scared that we'll kill him once we get the information." Buffy looked back into the bathroom where Spike and the angel were watching Passions on the TV Giles had placed in there. The angel briefly looked over at the trio before turning back to the TV. "She's probably waiting for us to leave so she can try another escape attempt. I wonder why she keeps trying to free Spike? He's a demon!"
"According to him, he's the one who saved her from the soldiers. Perhaps she wishes to return the favor?" Giles hypothesized, though he looked a little upset that such an obviously nice creature would try to help Spike. "Perhaps she doesn't know he's evil? If only we could communicate! I bet whatever creature she is has a fascinating culture or history."
The two girls simultaneously rolled their eyes and stopped Giles before he could rant on his new favorite subject. The poor watcher had been spending every extra moment trying to crack the mystery of the winged being. That is when he wasn't looking up prophecies to see if she somehow figured into an apocalypse or something. Newcomers to Sunnydale almost always somehow brought about an apocalypse. He hadn't become a watcher without the ability to make correlations!
"Giles, maybe we could do a truth spell?," the learning witch asked hurriedly.
"Yes, Willow, that's a good idea. Come back tomorrow morning. Perhaps we can get a clearer picture of the ceremony. Spike still says that he was more preoccupied with picking out which of the casters to eat than he was in what words they were chanting. He must know more! That type of ceremony...."
The witch and the slayer fled before having to listen to a continuation of the rant. Giles rambled back down to the living room area, most likely to look up some more prophecies that included a winged being summoned by a demonic chant.
Once the sound of footsteps was gone, the angel stopped her pretense of watching something she didn't understand. If the girl had understood what Giles had said, she could have told him that he was only partly correct. She did wish to return the favor done to her, but more than that she, having already been captured, did not want any other creature to have to go through that. Even meanies who *shudders* drank blood.
"Oh, if only they hadn't used chains!" She muttered under her breath. The last few times he'd only been tied up with rope. Spike looked away from the television at the sound of her talking. While he was used to the angel trying to get him out ( a situation he found very amusing) she hadn't spoken a word since the moment she'd tried to come to his defense the first time. I recognize a few of those words! Some of what she says is Japanese. I wonder what the other words she uses are. *
"What was that, pet?" The angel briefly looked up at him before trying to pull apart the chains once more. Still trying to get her to converse, he pointed a finger to the chains (the only thing he had free to move). "You won't be able to free me that way. You need a key." At her look of incomprehension, "A key, keeey." Nope, just a blank look. "Key, a thing you need to be able to free me, keeey..."
"Spike stop encouraging her! You aren't going to be freed. At least not without the keeeey, which I happen to have." Giles stood at the doorway to the bathroom, having come back to belatedly keep an eye on the angel and Spike. Gloating, he pulled the object out of his pocket. The little angel looked at the key and then at the chains. Turning back and pointing at it, she opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again.
"Keeeey?," she uncertainly asked. Giles looked ecstatically at the girl before going closer.
"Yes, this is a key." Letting the angel get a closer look at the object, he wondered why he hadn't tried this before. If he could teach her their language, then they could communicate! He was brought out of his excited musings by the angel grabbing the key out of his hand. She promptly went over to Spike and tried to get the key to free him. Spike began to laugh as Giles spent the better part of thirty minutes trying to wrestle the 'keeey' away from the winged creature.
Two days later, Giles led a bewildered angel to Willow's dorm room. She was still decked out in her long white dress and was once again wearing Spike's duster to cover her wings. Giles knocked on the door to the girl's room checking to see that no one was around. He felt uncomfortable in the dorm house, especially with a girl who had noticeable humps coming out of her back. Getting through the school campus had been a nightmare. He hoped that Willow was in. As Willow opened the door Giles quickly dragged the angel into the room and closed the door.
"What's up Giles? You looked spooked. Why is the angel here? Is it to keep her away from Spike? Did she try to break Spike out again?" Willow hurriedly spoke her questions as she tried to keep the angel from the chocolate on the dresser. Man, the girl had a homing beacon for food! As the red-haired girl sat the angel on her bed, she looked at Giles expectantly.
"I look spooked because I don't want there to be an angel sighting in this town! Could you imagine the storm of tabloids that would cause. Not to mention what would happen if they did a little digging into other strange occurrences. And yes, she's tried to break that vampire out twice since you left, at one point even getting the key away from me." Giles suddenly stopped his ranting, blushing furiously. When it was obvious that Willow was tactfully going to let that one go he continued.
"Also, the angel, for a better lack of words, needs clothes. I was wondering if you and Buffy could spare some? I'd ask Anya to go shopping with her since she's got the most free time, but she hasn't shown up at the house since, in her own words 'the angel that will want to kill me' has been there." He looked consideringly at their closet's, especially Buffy's which could easily hold enough clothing for a department store, taking into account how much she shopped.
"Sure, I don't mind and I'm sure that Buffy would feel the same!" At a look from Giles, she added, "Well, okay, not so sure. But its a good cause, I mean how many girls can say they lent an angel their clothes." They looked over at the angel, who had already found the clothes in Willow's closet. "Hey, she's even got good taste!"
As the helpful girl went and tried to see what the angel would like, she rambled on to Giles. "Giles, maybe we should name her! I mean after all we can't keep calling her angel. There's already an Angel in this group. Even though he's no longer in the group and moved to L.A. Does that mean he's no longer a part of the gang? Besides calling her that probably upset Buffy. I mean who wants to be reminded of so much pain by such a sweet creature every time we go over to your house? Especially after Angelus, that was bad. Hey, maybe we could call her angel but in another language or something..."
Giles listened with one ear as he tried to figure out a tactful way to point out that she had missed meeting with him yesterday. He didn't like reprimanding people when they were in pain, and though he thought she was getting over Oz's departure, he knew that she was still hurting a little. However, she still had responsibilities and must be reminded of such. With a deep breath he decided to just tell her.
"Willow," he said breaking into her still rambling narrative, " you missed meeting with me yesterday to do the truth spell. I know you're in pain, but you can't let that get in the way of your responsibilities."
"I'm sorry Giles. I guess I've been a little off lately. Even my spells don't wish to work (AUTHOR'S NOTE: she's referring to the 'my will be done' spell which does work just not in the way she thinks). Besides, I'm trying to get through my pain but it's not working." The witch began to get angry with how little Giles and the gang understood. "You all want me to get through this as fast as possible so I can go back to doing all the work I do! None of you are satisfied with the way I'm dealing with this when in actuality I'm dealing with it rather well. At least I'm not running away like Buffy did." Immediately, Willow began to feel bad over what she had just said.
"Willow, I can see how you feel this way, but..." Willow, angry that he was trying to placate her interrupted. Eyes flashing she looked at Giles.
"You don't see anything!"
At that, Giles' vision began to get a little fuzzy. He took off his glasses and began to clean them. Hmm, his vision was still fuzzy. "I think I'm getting a headache. I'll try to talk to you later Willow. Please understand that I do sympathize." With that he stumbled out the door, forgetting the angel he'd brought with him.
Willow sighed. She hated getting into fights with people she admired. Why couldn't the just let her get through this her own way? At the sudden touch of a hand on her shoulder, she turned and looked into the sympathetic eyes of the angel. The deep blue orbs seemed to look straight though to her soul, telling her that at least one person/creature would understand.
Staring sorrowfully into the compassionate eyes of the winged girl, Willow's eyes flashed as she sadly stated, "I wish you could talk to me. I bet you'd help me."
Smiling a little at the angel, Willow put the clothes they'd picked out into the angel's arms and led her to the door. Just before she closed it, she told the angel, "Better find Giles. He's your way home." The witch closed the door, missing the surprised look on the angel's face as she did so.
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Finished with Chapter three! Whoa, am I ever tired of describing Usagi as the angel or the winged being/creature or the girl! Unfortunately, this has to go on for a little bit longer as she doesn't have a name yet. As most of you probably noticed, I've decided to divide the events of my story during the episode 'Something Blue' into two chapters. That's because I wanted to get something of this chapter out on FFNet and most of the rest of this chapter is still not working! Actually, I have my doubts about the whole chapter. Anyway, I've decided that this will definitely be a Usagi/Spike at the end but that is still a looong time coming! Also, in answer to people saying that Spike is OOC, yes he is a little, but I don't wish for this to be a dark fic. There won't be much blood and gore in this story! Besides, I don't think he's that out of character for this particular season. He was more comedic.
Just remember, there are other things happening in the actual episode. I'm just focusing on the parts that concern Usagi and Spike.
Next chapter, Usagi can speak English now! How will she react to a blind Giles and to Spike and Buffy? Stay tuned!