Title: The Thing That Should Not Be
Authors: Littu and Bunny
Rating: PG-13, we guess. Rating systems are odd.
Spoilers: For those who were wondering. . . ~Season 6 for Buffy after All The Way (Spike doesn't love Buffy, but help out a lot Don't worry, still love the incredibly hot man/vampire he is. We treat him well) and Willow and Tara just broke up, no forgetting spell. ~Season 3 for Angel in the middle of Tomorrow. Connor runs off in the middle of the episode, never shoving Angel into a box and Cordy never went all higher being. And Grooslaug was never there.
Disclaimer: We don't ownie. So please don't suie! ^_^; (Included for both Buffy, Angel, Vanessa Carlton's Twilight and Rinse, and Metallica's The Thing That Should Not Be)
Feedback: Duh! Appreciated greatly! We BOTH Accept Flames! BRING IT ON!!!!! (No SERIOUSLY, bring it) It's about to get real good! And even better now!
A's/N: Thanks to shahid (We're working on the Wes thing. It's our first one where Wes has a lot to say), liz, Oz0608, Kat (Thanks Gal:-), Money (Easy on the slang Girlie), Queen Boadicea, anne, White Wolf 3, and V for reviewing. Read note above about feedback on previous line.
Chapter Title: Cause You've Gotta Have Faith
Summary: You finally find out who that creepy demon is in the beginning! What is Oz doing there, and another friend comes back.
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Buffy pulled Angelus into an alleyway. "They knew?" she asked with a pouting lip.
"It was that witch," he said starting to kiss her.
"Willow?" she asked in-between the kisses.
"No. The other one."
"Tara. Wow! Didn't know she was that powerful," she said yanking at his coat.
"Angelus!" yelled a voice down the alley.
"He ruined the mood," muttered Buffy.
He stroked her hair smiling. "Later."
The vampire stepped into the light. "Roxinu Girhattiza wants an audience with you." Angelus sighed and followed the vampire.
Angelus strutted into the factory, Buffy beside him. "You sent for me O Evil One?" he said, sarcasm and annoyance dripping from his voice.
"Angelus, so nice to see you after all these years," Roxinu Girhattiza said.
Buffy arched an eyebrow and asked, "Who's the old ugly guy?"
"An old friend you could say," the demon said. He glared down at Buffy, already not liking her.
"Who's the twit?" he asked Angelus.
The vampire growled deep in his throat. "You know she could kick your ass from here to next week right?"
Buffy grinned and said, "Maybe I should show him." She took a step closer to Roxinu. Angelus held her back though.
"Maybe later. For now I'd like to know why he felt he needed to bother me."
Roxinu chuckled. "I'd like you to come back to us Angelus." Angelus laughed. "You mock me. But you still bare my mark. I bid you to do something for me."
Angelus laughed again. "Why should I work for you? Again. I already explained I'm not big on the friendship deal."
Buffy slapped his chest. "Let's at least hear him out." He growled. She pulled him down into a kiss. "Come on. You've gotta have faith."
***
"Oz?" asked Willow. "What're you doing here?"
"I came back for a visit. Something was telling me to." He took a look around. "You guys look like you just say a ghost."
"You have no idea," muttered Wesley. At his confused look Wesley answered, "Angelus has returned and sired Buffy."
He nodded his head and there was an element of shock in his eyes. "Wow."
"Tara, weren't you going to tell us something?" asked Anya. Her facial features weren't as excited as they commonly were. She had a look of pure terror on her face.
"Well. I-I'm turning into a demon." A collective gasp was heard around the table as she took off the scarf she had around her hair. It revealed aqua blue horns growing in her forehead.
"Uh, well, um, uh," stuttered Xander.
Anya piped up cheerily, "Congratulations! What kind of demon are you? If you're a vengeance demon, I'd be glad to give you some pointers."
"That's nice of you, but I'm a Pylean and I'm not really sure what I do yet," Tara said, shifting her weight nervously.
"She's changing rather quickly," said Lorne. "We'll know pretty soon what our little cupcake can do."
Tara grinned at this other little nickname. "Well, this is quite a shocking point," mumbled Giles cleaning his glasses.
"I think we're screwed," said Anya in her nothing-but-straight-forward manner.
"Hey," said Fred panicking slightly. "We've gotta have faith."
There was a great pause in the air. "Now that could work," said Wesley rubbing his scar.
"What could. . .Oh," said Willow. "Do we have to?"
"Have to what?" asked Cordelia.
"Willow can you make a pardon by the governor. Doesn't have to be real," said Wesley.
The red-head nodded pulling out her iBook. "Yeah. Give me twenty minutes at the most."
"Hello," said Cordelia loudly. "Am I the only one who doesn't understand this?"
"I'm with the cheerleader on this." Spike lit a cigarette, not caring about the signs on the wall.
Wesley looked up from Willow's computer. "We're going to get Faith out of jail. Tonight."
Everyone was silent. "I'll do it," said Spike shrugging. "It's only seven and I'm bored out of my bleeding mind."
Within 15 minutes, Willow had created a pardon to get Faith out of jail. Wesley handed it to Spike along with some of Buffy's clothes from the training room. "These aren't quite her style, but they're close enough."
Spike eyed them. "Bet she's a firecracker if these aren't her regulars." When he saw their looks he said, "All right. What should I tell her?" he asked tossing the clothes into his DeSoto.
"Nothing. I want her to be here when she finds out. Tell her that something bad has happened and we need her help," Wesley said. "If she asks why we can't use Buffy, tell her that you can't tell her that you can't explain to her why because by telling her, you'd be telling her something you were told not to tell her because telling her would have disastrous effects."
"So I should just keep my bloody mouth shut," Spike said as he climbed into his car.
"Yes, that's the general idea," said Wesley. He wouldn't admit it, but the though of bringing his Slayer-gone-bad-gone-repentant sent shivers up his spine. What if being jail had driven her more insane? What if she had broken loose and disappeared? He slapped the hood of the car and said, "Bring her back in one piece. She can be very disagreeable and she likes to pick fights."
Spike rolled his eyes and hit the accelerator. He screeched off down the road and soon disappeared into the night.
Wesley went back into the Magic Box just in time to see Cordelia have her eyes glaze over white. "It's Connor. Angelus and Buffy found him and, oh god." She shook her head and looked at everyone with clear brown eyes. "We need to find Connor."
Dawn sat up in her chair. "I know where he is."
Gunn got up. "I'll drive." Wesley, Dawn, Willow, and Gunn went to the warehouse to try and find the Destroyer.
"Why don't you wait here," said Dawn unbuckling.
"I don't think. . ." began Willow.
"He trusts me. And if anything happens I'll give you the signal."
"What's the signal?" asked Gunn.
"Me screaming insanely." He nodded as she got out of the car.
***
Spike stood in the waiting room smoking a cigarette. The secretary there glared at him, but kept working. A brunette haired girl stepped out from the door wearing tight leather pants and a tight gray woman's tank-top. He could tell that she wore a black bra underneath. "You must be Faith."
She raised her eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"
Spike threw the butt into the trash can. "Let's see you have dark hair, this tall," he said indicating with his hand, "name of Faith, you're criminally insane. Looks like the Whelp's bloody description."
"Whatever," Faith rolled her eyes. "Why are you here?"
"To get you out," Spike said simply. "Let's go, the longer we wait the worse it could get." As he walked out the door he muttered, "Though I don't bloody see how."
"What do mean?" Faiths boots thumped as she walked faster to catch up with the vampire. "Why do you need me, the screwed up Slayer? Why don't you just get B the Magnificent to fix it for you? Or can't she handle it? Is she throwing another fit? I knew she'd screw up one of these days. I bet-" Faith's sentence was cut short by Spike's hand. It was clamped over her mouth.
"You'd better stop talking about things you don't know one bloody thing about," he said. He turned and opened his car door.
"Wow. Big Bad Vampire sounds a little scared," Faith smiled mischievously. "Why don't you fill me in."
"I am not scared. She may be-" he stopped, remembering his promise to Wesley. "You'll see. Get in the bloody car." They drove for awhile before Spike asked, "What're you bloody well in for?"
"Murder two. I killed the deputy mayor in Sunnydale and a volcanologist. Caused a lot of public disturbances. Stuff like that." She looked out the window and grinned. "How're things in SunnyD? You still chipped?"
"How do you know?" asked Spike looking over at her. "Buffy told you."
"Something like that."
"Hell god came to town. That one was a bloody lot of fun. Until Slayer died."
"Why'd you stay around?
"Bloody well felt bad for what happened. Plus I didn't have a bloody place to stay."
"Sex?" Spike looked at her incredulously. "Oh come on. I ask everyone about their sex life. So how's yours been?"
"Now why the bloody hell would you like to now about that? How's yours?"
Faith smiled and stifled a laugh. "Pretty crappy since Sunnydale. Before I turned myself in, I found this one guy and he had me act like Madonna from that one Vogue video or something. I had never seen it, but guessed my way around. Think I did okay." She looked over at the vampire. "But I think that I'll lay off that stuff for awhile." Faith changed her voice a little bit. "'Because it's wrong.'" Faith said nothing for a minute or two, looking out the window. She had look on her face that told Spike she was deep in memories. Then her face lit up. There was a mean gleam in her eyes and she turned to Spike. She casually asked him, "So, I know you drink, but what do you like? Beer, whisky...champagne?" She smiled at the look on his face. "Oops. Did I tread on forbidden ground?"
"No, it's just that...why champagne? Seems sort of an odd thing to say that's all," Spike stuttered.
"Oh I dunno," Faith said. She tilted her head to the side as if she were thinking. Then she pressed her lips together and made a loud POP sound. "I was thinking that I liked warm champagne." She made the POP sound again.
"You sneaky little devil! It was you!" Spike sputtered. He ranted in many different colorful words while Faith laughed. "Will you stop laughing your bloody head off? It's not funny!"
They talked for a little bit longer, telling each other stories of sexual escapades and violence that each had endured. Finally Faith brought up, "So how's Baby Doll?"
"Baby Doll?"
"Dawn."
"Oh, Bit." They were close to Sunnydale by then and Spike started to gun up the gas. "She's pretty good. Not so much of a baby."
"And your name doesn't relate to her size." She looked at the speedometer. "You're gonna run over the sign aren't you?"
His speed immediately decreased. "No. I bloody well wasn't." She laughed again.
"How bad are things here?" she asked when things calmed down.
"Bad enough to illegally bust you out of jail," he said driving past the Welcome to Sunnydale sign.
"Tell me."
"That's your Watchers job." They said nothing else until they got to the shop.
Authors: Littu and Bunny
Rating: PG-13, we guess. Rating systems are odd.
Spoilers: For those who were wondering. . . ~Season 6 for Buffy after All The Way (Spike doesn't love Buffy, but help out a lot Don't worry, still love the incredibly hot man/vampire he is. We treat him well) and Willow and Tara just broke up, no forgetting spell. ~Season 3 for Angel in the middle of Tomorrow. Connor runs off in the middle of the episode, never shoving Angel into a box and Cordy never went all higher being. And Grooslaug was never there.
Disclaimer: We don't ownie. So please don't suie! ^_^; (Included for both Buffy, Angel, Vanessa Carlton's Twilight and Rinse, and Metallica's The Thing That Should Not Be)
Feedback: Duh! Appreciated greatly! We BOTH Accept Flames! BRING IT ON!!!!! (No SERIOUSLY, bring it) It's about to get real good! And even better now!
A's/N: Thanks to shahid (We're working on the Wes thing. It's our first one where Wes has a lot to say), liz, Oz0608, Kat (Thanks Gal:-), Money (Easy on the slang Girlie), Queen Boadicea, anne, White Wolf 3, and V for reviewing. Read note above about feedback on previous line.
Chapter Title: Cause You've Gotta Have Faith
Summary: You finally find out who that creepy demon is in the beginning! What is Oz doing there, and another friend comes back.
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Buffy pulled Angelus into an alleyway. "They knew?" she asked with a pouting lip.
"It was that witch," he said starting to kiss her.
"Willow?" she asked in-between the kisses.
"No. The other one."
"Tara. Wow! Didn't know she was that powerful," she said yanking at his coat.
"Angelus!" yelled a voice down the alley.
"He ruined the mood," muttered Buffy.
He stroked her hair smiling. "Later."
The vampire stepped into the light. "Roxinu Girhattiza wants an audience with you." Angelus sighed and followed the vampire.
Angelus strutted into the factory, Buffy beside him. "You sent for me O Evil One?" he said, sarcasm and annoyance dripping from his voice.
"Angelus, so nice to see you after all these years," Roxinu Girhattiza said.
Buffy arched an eyebrow and asked, "Who's the old ugly guy?"
"An old friend you could say," the demon said. He glared down at Buffy, already not liking her.
"Who's the twit?" he asked Angelus.
The vampire growled deep in his throat. "You know she could kick your ass from here to next week right?"
Buffy grinned and said, "Maybe I should show him." She took a step closer to Roxinu. Angelus held her back though.
"Maybe later. For now I'd like to know why he felt he needed to bother me."
Roxinu chuckled. "I'd like you to come back to us Angelus." Angelus laughed. "You mock me. But you still bare my mark. I bid you to do something for me."
Angelus laughed again. "Why should I work for you? Again. I already explained I'm not big on the friendship deal."
Buffy slapped his chest. "Let's at least hear him out." He growled. She pulled him down into a kiss. "Come on. You've gotta have faith."
***
"Oz?" asked Willow. "What're you doing here?"
"I came back for a visit. Something was telling me to." He took a look around. "You guys look like you just say a ghost."
"You have no idea," muttered Wesley. At his confused look Wesley answered, "Angelus has returned and sired Buffy."
He nodded his head and there was an element of shock in his eyes. "Wow."
"Tara, weren't you going to tell us something?" asked Anya. Her facial features weren't as excited as they commonly were. She had a look of pure terror on her face.
"Well. I-I'm turning into a demon." A collective gasp was heard around the table as she took off the scarf she had around her hair. It revealed aqua blue horns growing in her forehead.
"Uh, well, um, uh," stuttered Xander.
Anya piped up cheerily, "Congratulations! What kind of demon are you? If you're a vengeance demon, I'd be glad to give you some pointers."
"That's nice of you, but I'm a Pylean and I'm not really sure what I do yet," Tara said, shifting her weight nervously.
"She's changing rather quickly," said Lorne. "We'll know pretty soon what our little cupcake can do."
Tara grinned at this other little nickname. "Well, this is quite a shocking point," mumbled Giles cleaning his glasses.
"I think we're screwed," said Anya in her nothing-but-straight-forward manner.
"Hey," said Fred panicking slightly. "We've gotta have faith."
There was a great pause in the air. "Now that could work," said Wesley rubbing his scar.
"What could. . .Oh," said Willow. "Do we have to?"
"Have to what?" asked Cordelia.
"Willow can you make a pardon by the governor. Doesn't have to be real," said Wesley.
The red-head nodded pulling out her iBook. "Yeah. Give me twenty minutes at the most."
"Hello," said Cordelia loudly. "Am I the only one who doesn't understand this?"
"I'm with the cheerleader on this." Spike lit a cigarette, not caring about the signs on the wall.
Wesley looked up from Willow's computer. "We're going to get Faith out of jail. Tonight."
Everyone was silent. "I'll do it," said Spike shrugging. "It's only seven and I'm bored out of my bleeding mind."
Within 15 minutes, Willow had created a pardon to get Faith out of jail. Wesley handed it to Spike along with some of Buffy's clothes from the training room. "These aren't quite her style, but they're close enough."
Spike eyed them. "Bet she's a firecracker if these aren't her regulars." When he saw their looks he said, "All right. What should I tell her?" he asked tossing the clothes into his DeSoto.
"Nothing. I want her to be here when she finds out. Tell her that something bad has happened and we need her help," Wesley said. "If she asks why we can't use Buffy, tell her that you can't tell her that you can't explain to her why because by telling her, you'd be telling her something you were told not to tell her because telling her would have disastrous effects."
"So I should just keep my bloody mouth shut," Spike said as he climbed into his car.
"Yes, that's the general idea," said Wesley. He wouldn't admit it, but the though of bringing his Slayer-gone-bad-gone-repentant sent shivers up his spine. What if being jail had driven her more insane? What if she had broken loose and disappeared? He slapped the hood of the car and said, "Bring her back in one piece. She can be very disagreeable and she likes to pick fights."
Spike rolled his eyes and hit the accelerator. He screeched off down the road and soon disappeared into the night.
Wesley went back into the Magic Box just in time to see Cordelia have her eyes glaze over white. "It's Connor. Angelus and Buffy found him and, oh god." She shook her head and looked at everyone with clear brown eyes. "We need to find Connor."
Dawn sat up in her chair. "I know where he is."
Gunn got up. "I'll drive." Wesley, Dawn, Willow, and Gunn went to the warehouse to try and find the Destroyer.
"Why don't you wait here," said Dawn unbuckling.
"I don't think. . ." began Willow.
"He trusts me. And if anything happens I'll give you the signal."
"What's the signal?" asked Gunn.
"Me screaming insanely." He nodded as she got out of the car.
***
Spike stood in the waiting room smoking a cigarette. The secretary there glared at him, but kept working. A brunette haired girl stepped out from the door wearing tight leather pants and a tight gray woman's tank-top. He could tell that she wore a black bra underneath. "You must be Faith."
She raised her eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"
Spike threw the butt into the trash can. "Let's see you have dark hair, this tall," he said indicating with his hand, "name of Faith, you're criminally insane. Looks like the Whelp's bloody description."
"Whatever," Faith rolled her eyes. "Why are you here?"
"To get you out," Spike said simply. "Let's go, the longer we wait the worse it could get." As he walked out the door he muttered, "Though I don't bloody see how."
"What do mean?" Faiths boots thumped as she walked faster to catch up with the vampire. "Why do you need me, the screwed up Slayer? Why don't you just get B the Magnificent to fix it for you? Or can't she handle it? Is she throwing another fit? I knew she'd screw up one of these days. I bet-" Faith's sentence was cut short by Spike's hand. It was clamped over her mouth.
"You'd better stop talking about things you don't know one bloody thing about," he said. He turned and opened his car door.
"Wow. Big Bad Vampire sounds a little scared," Faith smiled mischievously. "Why don't you fill me in."
"I am not scared. She may be-" he stopped, remembering his promise to Wesley. "You'll see. Get in the bloody car." They drove for awhile before Spike asked, "What're you bloody well in for?"
"Murder two. I killed the deputy mayor in Sunnydale and a volcanologist. Caused a lot of public disturbances. Stuff like that." She looked out the window and grinned. "How're things in SunnyD? You still chipped?"
"How do you know?" asked Spike looking over at her. "Buffy told you."
"Something like that."
"Hell god came to town. That one was a bloody lot of fun. Until Slayer died."
"Why'd you stay around?
"Bloody well felt bad for what happened. Plus I didn't have a bloody place to stay."
"Sex?" Spike looked at her incredulously. "Oh come on. I ask everyone about their sex life. So how's yours been?"
"Now why the bloody hell would you like to now about that? How's yours?"
Faith smiled and stifled a laugh. "Pretty crappy since Sunnydale. Before I turned myself in, I found this one guy and he had me act like Madonna from that one Vogue video or something. I had never seen it, but guessed my way around. Think I did okay." She looked over at the vampire. "But I think that I'll lay off that stuff for awhile." Faith changed her voice a little bit. "'Because it's wrong.'" Faith said nothing for a minute or two, looking out the window. She had look on her face that told Spike she was deep in memories. Then her face lit up. There was a mean gleam in her eyes and she turned to Spike. She casually asked him, "So, I know you drink, but what do you like? Beer, whisky...champagne?" She smiled at the look on his face. "Oops. Did I tread on forbidden ground?"
"No, it's just that...why champagne? Seems sort of an odd thing to say that's all," Spike stuttered.
"Oh I dunno," Faith said. She tilted her head to the side as if she were thinking. Then she pressed her lips together and made a loud POP sound. "I was thinking that I liked warm champagne." She made the POP sound again.
"You sneaky little devil! It was you!" Spike sputtered. He ranted in many different colorful words while Faith laughed. "Will you stop laughing your bloody head off? It's not funny!"
They talked for a little bit longer, telling each other stories of sexual escapades and violence that each had endured. Finally Faith brought up, "So how's Baby Doll?"
"Baby Doll?"
"Dawn."
"Oh, Bit." They were close to Sunnydale by then and Spike started to gun up the gas. "She's pretty good. Not so much of a baby."
"And your name doesn't relate to her size." She looked at the speedometer. "You're gonna run over the sign aren't you?"
His speed immediately decreased. "No. I bloody well wasn't." She laughed again.
"How bad are things here?" she asked when things calmed down.
"Bad enough to illegally bust you out of jail," he said driving past the Welcome to Sunnydale sign.
"Tell me."
"That's your Watchers job." They said nothing else until they got to the shop.