Title: No Fate (4/?)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.
Spoilers: Up to and through Chosen.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Angel comes back in time to save the hope of the future.
Author's Note: This is sort of a fusion with The Terminator. The idea just sort of hit me.
* * *
"Shit!" Xander swerved the station wagon, and everyone ducked as bullets spider-webbed the windshield and flew out the rear window. The rickety old vehicle spun to the left, tires squealing.
The future Kennedy was waiting near the on-ramp, astride a motorcycle.
Angel rose and raised his shotgun. He broke the window with the weapon's stock and leveled it, unloading shell after shell into her, even as Xander floored the gas pedal.
Xander glanced at the rearview mirror and swore. "Shit! She's following us! Angel, drive!"
He didn't wait for the former vampire to respond, climbing half out the window -- glad he had left it open -- and raised the Colt .45. He fired a double tap and saw the bullets hit, but it didn't even slow her down.
Cursing, he shifted his aim... and had to grab hold of the station wagon's roof rack, dropping the gun on the roof as the vehicle suddenly swayed to the side. Xander paled as the eighteen-wheeler roared past him, its horn nearly deafening him.
"Damn!" he muttered, then thrust his hand back in through the window and called down. "Gimme another gun!"
When he felt the pistol grip press into his palm, he pulled it out and fired again.
The first shot missed.
The rear windows opened, and two of the girls -- he couldn't tell who -- began firing pistols back at the future Kennedy as well.
He ducked as the future Kennedy leveled an Uzi at him and opened fire, and he clung to the roof rack desperately as he struggled to keep from falling out of the car.
At sixty-five miles an hour, that would _really_ hurt.
Steadying himself again, Xander leveled the gun and fired twice more.
Both shots missed, and Xander saw to his amazement that she was somehow steering the bike with one knee while using her hands to reload.
Gritting his teeth, he fired again, finally hitting his mark.
The motorcycle's front tire exploded, and the bike skidded out of control, finally veering off the highway and crashing through the guard rail.
Xander sighed in relief as he ducked back in.
"You should have let me take care of it," Angel said.
"Ah, shut it, Angel," Xander groused. He glanced at the rearview again, "Everyone okay back there?"
"Y-yeah," Kennedy stammered as she tried to get her heart back under control.
"W-we're okay," Buffy added, swallowing nervously. That had been... intense. She'd seen guns, used them, and been shot by one... but this was the first time she'd been in an actual gun _fight_.
More importantly, it was the first time her Slayer powers couldn't help at all.
It was unnerving.
* * *
Behind them, a tractor-trailer cab pulled over by the wreck, while the trucker called in the accident. Climbing out, he approached the small blaze.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked when he saw the woman stand up.
She looked at him... and stabbed him.
Retracting the Polgaran bone spear back into its concealed sheath in her arm, Kennedy commandeered the trucker's vehicle.
* * *
They first realized that there was something up with the big rig when it rammed them from behind.
"What the hell?!" Xander sputtered.
"It's her!" Willow called, peering out the back.
"What does it take to kill that thing?!" Xander cried.
"If I knew, we wouldn't be running from her, now would we?" Angel shot back, his voice tight.
Automatic fire sounded, and Xander struggled with the wheel as a rear tire blew out. "Angel, get her off our backs, _now_!"
Angel nodded, leaning out the window and firing his twelve-gauge at the truck's radiator. He racked another shell and fired again, this time aiming for the truck's front right tire.
"Forget the damned shotgun!" Xander snapped. "Hit her with a grenade!"
"N-no, wait!" Willow said. "I-I've got it!" She turned in her seat and raised her hands. Latin came from her lips, and the truck exploded and careened off the highway.
Xander breathed a sigh of relief.
"Big gun, my ass, Will," Xander said, shaking his head. "You're a freakin' nuke."
* * *
"We're gonna have to ditch the car," Xander said as the pulled into the gas station. "It's a miracle I managed to get it here with the flat."
"What happened here?"
They turned.
"Umm... can I help you, officer?" Xander asked, his face a mask of innocence.
The police officer frowned suspiciously, then glanced at the bullet-ridden car. "Can I see some ID?"
Xander glanced at Angel, who nodded almost imperceptibly. Xander reached inside his pocket, and Angel lashed out, bringing two hundred years' worth of fighting experience to use and disabling the cop swiftly.
"C'mon!" Xander said. "Load up!" He grabbed a handful of guns from the station wagon and raced toward the patrol car.
Only to be stopped by another officer pointing a Glock in his face.
"Put the weapons down," the cop said. "You're under arrest."
* * *
Author's Postscript:
Wow. Only took me about three hours to write this.
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.
Spoilers: Up to and through Chosen.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Angel comes back in time to save the hope of the future.
Author's Note: This is sort of a fusion with The Terminator. The idea just sort of hit me.
* * *
"Shit!" Xander swerved the station wagon, and everyone ducked as bullets spider-webbed the windshield and flew out the rear window. The rickety old vehicle spun to the left, tires squealing.
The future Kennedy was waiting near the on-ramp, astride a motorcycle.
Angel rose and raised his shotgun. He broke the window with the weapon's stock and leveled it, unloading shell after shell into her, even as Xander floored the gas pedal.
Xander glanced at the rearview mirror and swore. "Shit! She's following us! Angel, drive!"
He didn't wait for the former vampire to respond, climbing half out the window -- glad he had left it open -- and raised the Colt .45. He fired a double tap and saw the bullets hit, but it didn't even slow her down.
Cursing, he shifted his aim... and had to grab hold of the station wagon's roof rack, dropping the gun on the roof as the vehicle suddenly swayed to the side. Xander paled as the eighteen-wheeler roared past him, its horn nearly deafening him.
"Damn!" he muttered, then thrust his hand back in through the window and called down. "Gimme another gun!"
When he felt the pistol grip press into his palm, he pulled it out and fired again.
The first shot missed.
The rear windows opened, and two of the girls -- he couldn't tell who -- began firing pistols back at the future Kennedy as well.
He ducked as the future Kennedy leveled an Uzi at him and opened fire, and he clung to the roof rack desperately as he struggled to keep from falling out of the car.
At sixty-five miles an hour, that would _really_ hurt.
Steadying himself again, Xander leveled the gun and fired twice more.
Both shots missed, and Xander saw to his amazement that she was somehow steering the bike with one knee while using her hands to reload.
Gritting his teeth, he fired again, finally hitting his mark.
The motorcycle's front tire exploded, and the bike skidded out of control, finally veering off the highway and crashing through the guard rail.
Xander sighed in relief as he ducked back in.
"You should have let me take care of it," Angel said.
"Ah, shut it, Angel," Xander groused. He glanced at the rearview again, "Everyone okay back there?"
"Y-yeah," Kennedy stammered as she tried to get her heart back under control.
"W-we're okay," Buffy added, swallowing nervously. That had been... intense. She'd seen guns, used them, and been shot by one... but this was the first time she'd been in an actual gun _fight_.
More importantly, it was the first time her Slayer powers couldn't help at all.
It was unnerving.
* * *
Behind them, a tractor-trailer cab pulled over by the wreck, while the trucker called in the accident. Climbing out, he approached the small blaze.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked when he saw the woman stand up.
She looked at him... and stabbed him.
Retracting the Polgaran bone spear back into its concealed sheath in her arm, Kennedy commandeered the trucker's vehicle.
* * *
They first realized that there was something up with the big rig when it rammed them from behind.
"What the hell?!" Xander sputtered.
"It's her!" Willow called, peering out the back.
"What does it take to kill that thing?!" Xander cried.
"If I knew, we wouldn't be running from her, now would we?" Angel shot back, his voice tight.
Automatic fire sounded, and Xander struggled with the wheel as a rear tire blew out. "Angel, get her off our backs, _now_!"
Angel nodded, leaning out the window and firing his twelve-gauge at the truck's radiator. He racked another shell and fired again, this time aiming for the truck's front right tire.
"Forget the damned shotgun!" Xander snapped. "Hit her with a grenade!"
"N-no, wait!" Willow said. "I-I've got it!" She turned in her seat and raised her hands. Latin came from her lips, and the truck exploded and careened off the highway.
Xander breathed a sigh of relief.
"Big gun, my ass, Will," Xander said, shaking his head. "You're a freakin' nuke."
* * *
"We're gonna have to ditch the car," Xander said as the pulled into the gas station. "It's a miracle I managed to get it here with the flat."
"What happened here?"
They turned.
"Umm... can I help you, officer?" Xander asked, his face a mask of innocence.
The police officer frowned suspiciously, then glanced at the bullet-ridden car. "Can I see some ID?"
Xander glanced at Angel, who nodded almost imperceptibly. Xander reached inside his pocket, and Angel lashed out, bringing two hundred years' worth of fighting experience to use and disabling the cop swiftly.
"C'mon!" Xander said. "Load up!" He grabbed a handful of guns from the station wagon and raced toward the patrol car.
Only to be stopped by another officer pointing a Glock in his face.
"Put the weapons down," the cop said. "You're under arrest."
* * *
Author's Postscript:
Wow. Only took me about three hours to write this.