Protected
Chapter Eight
Help is on the Way
Wesley made the decision to go on to Sunnydale. The entire Fang gang was going. Fred was excited about meeting the others that had been major stepping stones in Wesley's life; Xander, Buffy, Giles, Anya, Dawn, the other vampire that loved Buffy...what was his name? Spike! The others didn't seem to be a huge fan of Spike, particularly Angel. Mercy was all for seeing more of California, even if it was a little trip to the Hellmouth to fight the beginning of evil. She was excited about perfecting her magick with another practicing Wicca. Wesley was just glad to spend more time with Fred, hopefully leading into a deeper relationship after they saved the world. Connor was always ready to fight more demons, and he wanted to make sure he could keep his new girlfriend safe. Gunn was anxious to get to Faith and hopefully help her defeat the thing that had been killing all the Slayers. Angel was always ready to help Buffy, his first real love, the woman who would always have a place in his unbeating heart. Lorne, who always loved roadtrips and helping the Slayers, knew that this was part of his calling. Even if that calling was making martinis for the tired, battle-weary folks. Lastly, Cordelia, who was recooperating from her bout of being subconciously evil, was excited to see her old high school freaks. So, they all piled into the Angelmobile, the GTX Plymouth, with the top down, none of them really fitting, but none of them really caring. It was dusk and it only seemed proper to get on the interstate, making their way to SunnyHell, California, the opening to all demonic activity.
Buffy Summers massaged at her sore muscles. Several more Ubervamps had popped up around Sunnydale, burning the town down, eating innocent victims. She had finally returned to her house on Revello Drive and was taken in with open arms. Faith had never wanted to be a leader, and she had led them into a battle that had killed several more S-I-T's. So, Buffy was back to leading the Sunnydale team, battling back the Ubervamps. She had been trying to beat the Ubervamps, who were tough buggers to fight.
*Lord,* she thought, *I even sound like Spike now.*
Speaking of the platinum blond vampire, he was helping Kennedy with swords. Willow sat next to Xander, feeding him pizza. Anger bubbled inside of Buffy. Calem, the stupid evil priest, had caused her best friend to go blind. Xander had become withdrawn and Buffy missed her old friend, the sarcastic, good-hearted Xander. It hd nearly killed her when she'd seen what Caleb had done to him. Dawn and Andrew were talking about her trigonometry. Andrew had been useful for that. Sine the stint in the basement that he thought she was going to kill him, he'd matured. He wasn't quite as annoying as before. Giles and Wood were talking. *Maybe conspiring to kill my best fighter.* She thought, bitterly. She had felt so betrayed when Giles had tricked her. The one person she'd trusted so fully and he'd lied to her. No, if someone killed the vampire, it was going to be her. Faith, the rogue gone repentant, had come. Apparently, Wesley had helped her break out of jail. She didn't seem so insane, which was comforting. Anya was almost overseeing all the actions, much like Buffy herself was doing. It was about time to patrol.
"Spike!"
He nodded, not speaking, and picked up his leather duster. She saw Wood glare at the souled vampire, but made no comment. Things at the house were tense. She opened the door and jumped.
"Angel!" He smiled sheepishly until he saw Spike come up behind the petit Slayer. Buffy noticed the group of seven others on the porch.
Wesley said quietly, "Your calvary has arrived."
Buffy's grin widened as she stepped aside for the others to enter.
"Okay. Wesley, Gunn...Lorne, Angel, Cordelia, and I don't know the other three."
"I'm Connor." Buffy's eyes scanned over Angel's teenage son.
"I'm Fred."
"I'm Mercy. Wesley's sister."
Buffy nodded, giving them a smile.
"Okay, introductions will be quick. That's Spike, Dawn, Andrew, Xander, Willow, Anya, Giles, Wood, Molly, Kennedy, Rona, Amanda, Vi, well, there's a lot of Slayers-in-Training. And I'm Buffy."
The Los Angeles crew nodded to the Sunnydale crew.
Buffy launched into a quick explanation.
"Angel, the Ubervamps can't be staked. Only decapitated. We need to patrol, try to keep the innocent ostriches of Sunnydale safe. Spike, you're with me. Angel, you pick your team and go to the other side of Sunnydale. We'll be at the SunnyD Cemetary."
Angel nodded obediently, but noticed the triumphant look his GrandChilde had shot him. The two walked away and Angel turned to his group.
"Connor, you come with me. Gunn, you and Faith go check out the Bronze. The rest of you, stay here."
Wesley nodded, taking Fred's hand on one side and Mercy's on the other, leading them into the unfamiliar friends.
Chapter Eight
Help is on the Way
Wesley made the decision to go on to Sunnydale. The entire Fang gang was going. Fred was excited about meeting the others that had been major stepping stones in Wesley's life; Xander, Buffy, Giles, Anya, Dawn, the other vampire that loved Buffy...what was his name? Spike! The others didn't seem to be a huge fan of Spike, particularly Angel. Mercy was all for seeing more of California, even if it was a little trip to the Hellmouth to fight the beginning of evil. She was excited about perfecting her magick with another practicing Wicca. Wesley was just glad to spend more time with Fred, hopefully leading into a deeper relationship after they saved the world. Connor was always ready to fight more demons, and he wanted to make sure he could keep his new girlfriend safe. Gunn was anxious to get to Faith and hopefully help her defeat the thing that had been killing all the Slayers. Angel was always ready to help Buffy, his first real love, the woman who would always have a place in his unbeating heart. Lorne, who always loved roadtrips and helping the Slayers, knew that this was part of his calling. Even if that calling was making martinis for the tired, battle-weary folks. Lastly, Cordelia, who was recooperating from her bout of being subconciously evil, was excited to see her old high school freaks. So, they all piled into the Angelmobile, the GTX Plymouth, with the top down, none of them really fitting, but none of them really caring. It was dusk and it only seemed proper to get on the interstate, making their way to SunnyHell, California, the opening to all demonic activity.
Buffy Summers massaged at her sore muscles. Several more Ubervamps had popped up around Sunnydale, burning the town down, eating innocent victims. She had finally returned to her house on Revello Drive and was taken in with open arms. Faith had never wanted to be a leader, and she had led them into a battle that had killed several more S-I-T's. So, Buffy was back to leading the Sunnydale team, battling back the Ubervamps. She had been trying to beat the Ubervamps, who were tough buggers to fight.
*Lord,* she thought, *I even sound like Spike now.*
Speaking of the platinum blond vampire, he was helping Kennedy with swords. Willow sat next to Xander, feeding him pizza. Anger bubbled inside of Buffy. Calem, the stupid evil priest, had caused her best friend to go blind. Xander had become withdrawn and Buffy missed her old friend, the sarcastic, good-hearted Xander. It hd nearly killed her when she'd seen what Caleb had done to him. Dawn and Andrew were talking about her trigonometry. Andrew had been useful for that. Sine the stint in the basement that he thought she was going to kill him, he'd matured. He wasn't quite as annoying as before. Giles and Wood were talking. *Maybe conspiring to kill my best fighter.* She thought, bitterly. She had felt so betrayed when Giles had tricked her. The one person she'd trusted so fully and he'd lied to her. No, if someone killed the vampire, it was going to be her. Faith, the rogue gone repentant, had come. Apparently, Wesley had helped her break out of jail. She didn't seem so insane, which was comforting. Anya was almost overseeing all the actions, much like Buffy herself was doing. It was about time to patrol.
"Spike!"
He nodded, not speaking, and picked up his leather duster. She saw Wood glare at the souled vampire, but made no comment. Things at the house were tense. She opened the door and jumped.
"Angel!" He smiled sheepishly until he saw Spike come up behind the petit Slayer. Buffy noticed the group of seven others on the porch.
Wesley said quietly, "Your calvary has arrived."
Buffy's grin widened as she stepped aside for the others to enter.
"Okay. Wesley, Gunn...Lorne, Angel, Cordelia, and I don't know the other three."
"I'm Connor." Buffy's eyes scanned over Angel's teenage son.
"I'm Fred."
"I'm Mercy. Wesley's sister."
Buffy nodded, giving them a smile.
"Okay, introductions will be quick. That's Spike, Dawn, Andrew, Xander, Willow, Anya, Giles, Wood, Molly, Kennedy, Rona, Amanda, Vi, well, there's a lot of Slayers-in-Training. And I'm Buffy."
The Los Angeles crew nodded to the Sunnydale crew.
Buffy launched into a quick explanation.
"Angel, the Ubervamps can't be staked. Only decapitated. We need to patrol, try to keep the innocent ostriches of Sunnydale safe. Spike, you're with me. Angel, you pick your team and go to the other side of Sunnydale. We'll be at the SunnyD Cemetary."
Angel nodded obediently, but noticed the triumphant look his GrandChilde had shot him. The two walked away and Angel turned to his group.
"Connor, you come with me. Gunn, you and Faith go check out the Bronze. The rest of you, stay here."
Wesley nodded, taking Fred's hand on one side and Mercy's on the other, leading them into the unfamiliar friends.